bookpower Chapter 375 What The Hell Is That II
Chapter 375 What The Hell Is That II
Within seconds, Donald had no choice but to tap out, his free hand slapping the mat repeatedly.
The referee dove in to separate them, signaling the end of the fight.
"He taps! It's over! Damon Cross with an absolutely mind-blowing finish!"
The crowd let out a roar that was hard to hear, but Damon stood there, cool.
It was a moment that would undoubtedly be replayed for years to come.
The only person to pull off such a move before was the flyweight Jiu-Jitsu legend, Dominic Georgeson.
Damon couldn't deny the inspiration that fighters like Georgeson provided.
While he wouldn't go as far as to say that Georgeson made him fall in love with fighting, he had to admit the man was nothing short of impressive.
But admiration wasn't enough for Damon. He wasn't in this sport just to emulate his idols.
No, he planned to surpass them.
Every single one of them.
Whether it was Georgeson, NcGyver, or any other fighter he'd admired growing up, Damon had one goal, to leave a legacy so undeniable that his name would stand above them all.
This was just another step in that journey.
A moment of brilliance, yes, but not the pinnacle.
For Damon, there was no limit, only the next challenge.
But aside from Damon's thoughts, the arena was in absolute chaos.
The fans roared, the commentators were stunned that they just stopped commentating, and even his team couldn't hide their shock and excitement.
The move he had just executed wasn't just amazing, it was extraordinary.
Sure, it had been done before, but this wasn't about who had done it first.
This was about how it was done now, and by whom.
When Dominic Georgeson had executed it, he was fighting in the flyweight division.
At 125 pounds, such agility and technique, while impressive, were expected in the lighter divisions. But Damon? Read new chapters at empire
He was a middleweight, above 6 feet tall, with a solid, muscular frame that could easily carry him to the light heavyweight division if he chose to.
Honestly, he wanted to see what else he could do.
Not just for the crowd, but for himself.
The shock value, the way people looked at him as if he was rewriting the rules of what was possible, it gave him a confidence that was hard to describe.
It wasn't arrogance, maybe a little bit, but it was also curiosity.
If he could do that, what other limits could he push?
How far could he take his skills, his creativity, his strength?
He glanced at his corner, catching Victor's stunned expression, and then back at Donald, who was just starting to recover.
After all, Damon was aware that the system's notifications no longer provided the rapid improvements they once did.
Aside from the simulation feature and fighter breakdowns, the system had become more of a tool than a crutch.
On his stats, he had already reached A rank, which, in his mind, felt like the pinnacle of human potential.
But maybe reaching S rank wasn't about raw speed, strength, resilience, or any physical attribute.
Perhaps it was about refining and applying everything he already knew, about finding new ways to push himself beyond what even the system could define.
He hadn't fully acknowledged it until now, but the system's role in his life had started to diminish.
It was no longer the driving force behind his success.
It had given him the foundation, the advantage to rise when he needed it most.
Now, it seemed like it was stepping back, forcing him to rely on his own growth, instincts, and experiences.
And maybe that was the point all along.
The system wasn't meant to carry him to greatness, it was there to help him realize he could get there on his own.
To push him just enough to begin.
If he was honest, it had done more than enough for him.
Now, it was his turn to take that advantage and make it his own, to prove that even without the crutch, he had what it took to rise to the top.
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But still it was very useful when he needed training.
Do even while it didn't grace him with gifts and rewards, it was still very useful.