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Damon, still catching his breath from the sparring session with Ivan, wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and looked toward the exit.

No one knew what was going on because their coaches had already left the room.

"What\'s going on?" Ivan muttered as he put his towel over his shoulder.

Damon gave a shrug and shook his arms around. His body was still buzzing with energy. "No idea, but I guess we\'ll find out soon."

Across the facility, in the other gym where Team Chemasov trained, the same thing was happening.

Fighters from both teams paused their sessions, unsure of what was coming next.

Balim Chemasov had also given his team the same instruction.

It was intense as the fighters came out of their rooms and made their way to the main hall.

Something big was about to happen, and everyone could feel it.

As soon as both groups walked into the main hall, Damon saw right away that they were very different.

Team Chemasov was drenched in sweat, their faces flushed, clearly pushed harder than Team Whittier in their training.

Damon\'s eyes scanned the opposing fighters, but they stopped on the two brothers, Logan and Brian.

Logan, as expected, glared at Damon, his eyes hard and cold, still carrying the tension from their previous altercation.

Brian, on the other hand, gave Damon a quick look that made his face tighten. He then quickly turned away to avoid his eyes.

As both teams lined up, with some space between them, the tension in the room was obvious.

Both teams lined up next to each other, with a clear space between them.

On one side, Team Whittier stood with their fighters lined up in a straight line. On the other side, Team Chemasov stood parallel to them and kept the same order.

Each fighter kept a respectful distance from the other team, with both groups aware of their competition standing just a few feet away.

The coaches stood in front of their respective teams, Balim Chemasov and Donald Whittier side by side, presenting a united front despite their competition.

Both team of fighters were lined up, and it was getting tense as they waited for whatever news had brought them all together.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Ronan Black walked in. His sure presence took over the room right away.

When the fighters heard his footsteps, they stood straight, knowing this wasn\'t a normal visit.

When Ronan walked in, some of the fighters couldn\'t help but sneak peeks at Damon and Logan, knowing what had been going on between them.

Exchanged looks carried across the room, but neither Damon nor Logan acknowledged them.

Both fighters stood tall, keeping their focus ahead.

Ronan\'s expression remained unreadable as he strode to the front of the room, his gaze sweeping across the teams.

Ronan Black walked to the middle of the room and looked over the fighters who were there. He had a small smile on his face.

He sensed the excitement bubbling beneath the surface, the tension between the fighters.

He loved moments like this, the calm before the storm.

"Alright, everyone," With his characteristic blend of confidence and authority, Ronan\'s voice roared, filling the hall. "You\'ve all put on a solid performance in training, but let me be real with you, it\'s not about just training. The Supreme Fighter is about who can show up when it matters most. And you know what that means…"

He took a moment to let the fighters look at each other. Their energy went from nervous anticipation to eager focus.

"It\'s time," Ronan said, his smirk growing into a grin. "Time for the first match-up."

The fighters were all excited, and Ronan saw that some of them were standing a little taller.

People in the group widened their eyes, clenched their hands, and gave each other small nods.

It finally hit home how competitive things were really about to get.

"You\'ve been sparring, you\'ve been sweating, but this is where it gets real. First elimination\'s coming, and some of you..." he dragged out the words, relishing the tension, "won\'t make it past this round."

A few fighters moved around on their feet, making small moves that showed how tense they were.

They cracked their knuckles, jumped on their toes, and rolled their shoulders back to relax.

Ronan looked them over, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Now, I know some of you are itching to prove yourselves," he said, his voice lowering but still carrying through the room. "But here\'s the deal, you better be ready, because the first match is gonna set the tone for the entire season."

Damon kept his gaze locked on Ronan, standing steady, though he could feel his adrenaline spiking.

He glanced briefly toward Ivan, who stood beside him, stone-faced as usual, processing every word Ronan was saying.

From the other team, Logan cracked his neck, shooting a glance in Damon\'s direction, a smug expression creeping across his face.

Ronan caught the subtle exchange between Damon and Logan, and he didn\'t miss the tension that crackled in the air between the two of them.

He had seen enough in his career to know exactly where this was heading.

Ronan continued, ignoring the tension building between Damon and Logan. "So here\'s what\'s gonna happen," he said, pacing slightly in front of the fighters. "The coaches are gonna do a coin toss, and the winner will get to choose one fighter from their team and one from the other team to fight."

All eyes shifted to the coaches, who were now eyeing each other with a nod of understanding.

The fighters looked at each other, and it hit them hard what was about to happen.

Everyone knew that the matches would be planned out.

Once more, Ronan\'s voice broke the silence. "For the upcoming rounds, it\'ll be the same. But here\'s the twist: the coach of the fighter who wins that round will have the power to choose the next matchup."

The fighters\' eyes became more focused. As the knockout rounds began, the pressure began to build.

Ronan glanced over the group once more, his tone firm. "Does everyone understand?"

There was a quiet agreement among the fighters. Some nodded, while others just clenched their hands in a silent way.

The competition was truly beginning now.