From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414: Time Limit

Darno could feel the sweat running down the back of his neck. He was trying his best to keep a straight face, but he no longer looked relaxed. The smile had gone. He kept blocking Jett’s blows and kept punching the man’s arm again and again until his knuckles ached with the effort.

"Come on! Come on!" Darno screamed in his head. I’ve hit his damned arm until my knuckles feel like they’re going to fall off , it has to be out of commission, right? The thought was almost a prayer. He had been driving that same rhythm into Jett for so long that he’d lost track of how many strikes he’d thrown.

Because of how long he’d been fighting, he wasn’t even sure if he’d passed his fifteen-minute limit or not. His body felt heavy; his breathing felt ragged and irregular, as if someone else had taken the timing over. Still he pushed himself. He’d never had to use his full strength like this for so long. The tide of fatigue crept up his limbs, but he kept swinging.

He blocked another hit and then smashed Jett’s arm again. He followed up with a blow and hit Jett right on the shoulder. For a second Darno held that position , knuckles pressed to Jett’s skin , head bowed, body angled wrong from the strain. Sweat ran from his nose and dropped onto the floor like steady, small betrayals.

"That punch," Jett said casually as he lifted the hand that had just been hit. "That was the weakest of the lot, incredibly weak. I have to say, you’re probably the second person who has ever managed to cause me pain. My shoulder feels a bit numb."

Danro , Darno , looked up and finally pulled his arm away, gulping a deep breath. His vision nearly faded to black for a moment; every inhale felt like it had to be earned. The world wobbed and steadied around the edges.

My teacher was right, he thought, the memory a sharp, cold voice in his head. I should have kept pushing myself, otherwise one day I would live to regret it , and it looks like today is going to be the day.

He tried to move his body back, to find a new footing, to reset his stance, but before he could shift out of the way Jett grabbed his wrist with an incredibly tight grip. It was like iron closing around bone.

"Now I have a hold of you. Your days of ever fighting are going to be over!"

Jett yanked Darno forward, setting him up for a finishing blow. His fist rose, cocked to drive into Darno’s face with brutal, decisive force. The motion was clean and ugly; it felt like the end might be immediate.

Then, at the last possible second, something jumped onto Jett’s back.

"Did you forget that there are some wild cards here?" Wolf shouted. He drove both of his elbows down deep into the side of Jett’s neck. The hits weren’t graceful; they were savage, necessary. Wolf slammed them not just once but again and again, each impact driving a rasping cough from Jett.

What the, that’s that Wolf guy, the crazy one who was evaluating everyone, right? Why is he helping me? Darno wondered. Is it because we’re part of the same company?

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