Chapter 20: The truth
Chapter 20
Ronan rolled his shoulders, his muscles tensing in anticipation as he got ready for his next fight, he knew this one wouldn't be easy. Across from him, Jordan stood tall, his sharp gaze assessing him, calculating. The others had taken several steps back, their expressions a mix of excitement and unease. No one had ever dared to face Jordan in a one-on-one fight without expecting a brutal beatdown.
Jordan exhaled slowly. "Last chance to back out."
Ronan smirked, shaking his head. "I'm good."
Jordan's lips curved into a smirk of his own. "Alright then. Let's see what you've really got."
The moment Jordan moved, it was like a gunshot at the start of a race. He closed the distance between them in a blink, his fist rocketing toward Ronan's face. But Ronan's body moved on instinct—ducking, twisting, reacting. Jordan's fist sliced through empty air as Ronan slipped to his side, pivoting smoothly. He lashed out with a precise kick aimed at Jordan's ribs, but Jordan blocked it at the last second, his arm absorbing the impact with a sharp grunt.
Jordan didn't hesitate. He retaliated immediately, his fist crashing toward Ronan's jaw. Ronan blocked, but the sheer force sent vibrations up his arm. Before he could counter, Jordan launched another attack—a flurry of rapid, calculated strikes aimed at his core. Ronan dodged, barely managing to deflect some of the blows, but the speed, the sheer pressure—it was suffocating.
He needed to push back.
Ronan shifted his stance, feet planting firmly on the ground. The moment Jordan threw his next punch, Ronan caught his wrist, twisting sharply before slamming an elbow into Jordan's ribs. The impact forced Jordan to stumble back, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. The room fell silent, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.