began preparing the moment the welterweight match started. He changed and immediately began his warm-up.
He wasn't particularly stressed about whether the UFA would win or lose. The score was already 4–1, and Damon was confident they would win, so in his mind, the score was already 5–1. Whatever happened in the next match was out of his hands.
Besides, even if the UFA lost, as long as he won his own matches, he would be fine.
"What? It's over so soon!?"
Damon turned toward the guys watching the screen in shock. It seemed the UFA champion had pulled off a quick finish.
That's... why am I surprised?
It seemed the UFA was breeding monsters left and right.
Damon turned back and continued preparing. His match was next.
Victor approached him as he hit the pads.
"How do you feel, son? Any pain from the last match? You feeling good?"
Damon chuckled at the concern.
"Don't worry. You saw my fight. It wasn't anything to worry about."
