With the ceiling of the arena shaking because of the cheering of the crowd, the fight became very one-sided.
A few audience members even started to feel bad for Neal after seeing his tears, as it was clear that it took every bit of his willpower to not pass out.
"Isn't Travis going too far?"
Katherina whispered to herself in the audience while frowning. Her parents were sitting next to her, and this was their first time seeing Travis in person.
Neither of them were sure what to think about this, as this match felt more like bullying, as it was clear that Neal was nowhere near Travis's level.
A few seats away, Neal's father turned his gaze and clenched his hands into fists, starting to regret ever coming here.
'We are simply not fighters…'
"Pathetic shit!"
Travis shouted and started hook punching at the headgear, able to get a few hits through the protection, and made blood spill.
