Chapter 320: UFA Call
Damon let out a laugh, half exhausted, half amused, while he sat on the assault bike, his legs burning and his arms sore from the relentless motion.
Beads of sweat trickled down his face, his breathing heavy as he pushed himself past his limit.
The gym was mostly empty now, and the sounds of earlier action were becoming quiet.
Few fighters stayed behind to clean up or pack up their stuff.
Victor had been holed up in his office for most of the day.
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Damon had stamina for days, but even he felt the toll of the workout.
After a hard session of hitting drills, takedown defense, and groundwork practice, he had been on the machine for what seemed like forever.
His defense against takedowns still needed work, and even though his base work was good, today's training was mostly about learning new counter moves and situations to get ready for future fights.