You Take the Dawn, I Take Your Foundation

This time Lu did not yield. He pressed a forearm onto Zhao's neck, withdrew his right leg, and became a wedge driven into the canvas. The man who had once been ordered to kneel now felt as heavy as the ring itself. A short knee forced Zhao to release. Lu's rear straight followed, carrying only the 1.7 percent echo left from Han Lie. It lacked the force that had launched Han, but its timing was cleaner. Zhao fell and remained down through ten. Lu picked up Zhao's dropped towel and set it on the fence. “Clean your own floor.” The arena erupted. In the VIP section, Luo Zhan crushed a water bottle. “That's the injured fighter you cut?” the club manager beside him asked. Luo did not answer.