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At the four-minute mark, the Boxer overextended. Viktor stepped inside the guard, a blur of motion. One strike to the solar plexus, one to the jaw. The Boxer folded. Four left.

Finally, there was only The Ghost. He was fresh, having waited for his moment. He pulled a concealed blade—a violation of the Red Circle rules. The crowd gasped, but the referee, paid off by the house, looked away. At the four-minute mark, the Boxer overextended

The Ghost lunged. Viktor didn't retreat; he met the blade halfway. He caught the attacker’s wrist in a lock that sounded like dry wood snapping. The knife clattered to the floor. The Boxer folded

For the first three minutes, Viktor didn't strike. He danced. He used the brothers' momentum against each other, staying on the periphery, making the Five trip over their own shadows. He was "buying time," letting the adrenaline dump wear them out. He was fresh, having waited for his moment