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Prison O'clock

Anthena finds himself thrust into a microcosm of power dynamics, where strength, cunning, and alliances are essential for survival. Within this prison, notorious for its brutal combat system, inmates fight their way up the ranks to gain respect and privileges. Anthena, armed with his determination and a desire for redemption, sets his sights on becoming a force to be reckoned with.

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76 Chs

Chapter 46

In a flash, the burly opponent lunged forward, a fist aimed at Anthena head. Anthena sidestepped with the grace of a dancer, narrowly avoiding the blow.

Anthena response was immediate and fluid. His fist shot out like lightning, a precise strike that caught his opponent off guard. The impact landed squarely on the opponent's ribs, eliciting a guttural grunt of pain. But the opponent was not one to be subdued easily. With a furious roar, he retaliated with a powerful sweep of his leg, attempting to knock Anthena off balance.

Anthena's agility proved to be his ally. He leaped, the opponent's kick sailing beneath him. In mid-air, Anthena executed a breathtaking spin, his leg arcing with lethal intent. The heel of his foot collided with the opponent's jaw, a solid blow that sent shockwaves through his adversary's body.

Dr. Ava stood at a distance, her expression a mix of intrigue and concern. Her eyes were fixed on Anthena, on the display of raw strength and calculated strategy he exhibited. The fight was more than a mere clash of fists; it was a battle of wills, a testament to the unyielding spirit that drove each inmate in their relentless struggle for survival.

Back in the arena, the fight pressed on. Anthena's opponent, battered and breathing heavily, launched a final, desperate assault. But Anthena was in his element, his senses heightened by adrenaline. With a swift twist of his body, he dodged the attack, seizing the opportunity to deliver a decisive blow.

His fist connected with his opponent's abdomen, a resounding impact that seemed to resonate through the arena. The burly figure crumbled, his strength waning, his body finally giving in to the unrelenting force of the fight. The inmates erupted in a frenzy of cheers, the exhilaration of the spectacle undeniable.

The arena reverberated with the relentless clash of wills as Kai faced off against his opponent. Anger ignited within Kai's eyes, fueled not only by his desire to win but also by the frustration of the recent turmoil that had shaken the prison's equilibrium. His opponent, equally resolute, met his gaze with a defiant glare.

Sweat glistened on Kai's brow as he moved with purpose. He was no stranger to adversity, having navigated the treacherous currents of prison life for far too long. The crowd's fervent cheers and jeers blended into a cacophonous symphony, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

The two combatants circled each other, muscles taut and minds focused. Each movement, each feint, was a calculated gambit in the intricate dance of combat. Kai's opponent lunged forward, a punch aimed at Kai's head. Kai deftly evaded the blow, his instincts honed by countless altercations within the prison's unforgiving confines.

The fight raged on, both men giving themselves no quarter. They traded blows, the sound of fists meeting flesh punctuating the air. Kai's opponent delivered a swift kick, connecting with Kai's side. A grunt of pain escaped Kai's lips, but he refused to falter. His anger fueled his determination, propelling him forward.

Kai's moment came when he seized an opening in his opponent's defense. With a powerful surge of energy, he launched a blow that connected with the opponent's jaw. The impact reverberated through the opponent's body, his resistance finally waning. Kai's fists became a flurry of motion, a testament to his unyielding resolve.

The opponent staggered, his movements growing sluggish. The inmates cheers swelled to a crescendo, a collective roar that echoed the triumph of the human spirit amidst adversity. And then, with one final blow, Kai struck the decisive blow that sent his opponent crumpling to the ground.

"Wow, Anthena, you look great out there!" Dr. Ava's voice carried a genuine sense of admiration as she offered her compliment. The words were simple but sincere, an acknowledgment of Anthena skill and presence in the arena.

Anthena, his chest heaving from the intensity of the fight, turned towards Ava with a half-smile. The sweat glistening on his skin only seemed to enhance his aura of determination. "Thanks, Ava," he replied, his voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

"Listen up, inmates!" His voice reverberated off the walls, commanding attention. "Eight have emerged victorious from the last round, while twelve have met defeat." The tension in the air was palpable as the fates of those who had fought were now hanging in the balance.

As the anticipation reached its peak, Warden Pope's voice remained unwavering. "For the next round, I shall announce the pairings that will determine who moves forward." Every eye was fixed on him, every breath held.

"Anthena will face off against Alberto!" The name echoed through the arena, followed by a collective murmur from the spectators. Anthena, his body still tingling from his recent victory, locked eyes with Alberto, who stood a few yards away. Their expressions were masks of determination, hinting at the intensity of the battle that awaited them.

"Panama versus Brock!" Warden Pope's voice carried the next pairing. Panama's jaw tightened as he focused his attention on his opponent, Brock. The two fighters shared a tense nod, acknowledging the challenge they were about to embrace.

"Kai will go up against Jake!" The tension grew as the spotlight shifted to Kai and Jake. The air crackled with unresolved conflict between the two, and the anticipation of their clash seemed to electrify the very atmosphere around them.

"Lastly, Chao will face Liam!" The murmurs that followed this announcement were particularly fervent. Chao's reputation as a formidable force was well-known, and Liam's own capabilities had not gone unnoticed. This battle promised to be a showdown of determination, strength, and perhaps a hint of personal vendetta.

Warden Pope's announcements had laid bare the next stage of the arena's trials. The pairings had been revealed, the competitors identified, and the path forward illuminated. Inmates exchanged glances filled with a mix of camaraderie, rivalry, and a shared understanding of the challenges they were about to confront.

As the crowd continued to buzz with anticipation, Warden Pope's voice rose above it all, "Those who emerge victorious in these battles will proceed to the next round, one step closer to proving their mettle within these walls." His words hung heavy with the promise of recognition, the allure of power, and the specter of further trials.