Transmigrated to Game World with SSS Wife-Chapter 116: rate of healing pt.2

Amelia leaned closer, intrigued. "What's his name?"

"His name is Jake 'The Hammer' Thompson. He's tough as nails," Nick replied, enjoying the way Amelia absorbed every detail. "And the kid? That's Tony. He's new, but he's got potential."

The crowd roared as the announcer stepped into the ring, his voice booming through the speakers. "Welcome, everyone, to tonight's main event! Get ready for an evening of intense action and unforgettable moments!" The crowd erupted in cheers, and Amelia squeezed Nick's arm, her excitement contagious.

As the first fight began, they found their seats near the front row, the energy of the audience swirling around them. The fighters entered the ring, and Nick felt the tension rise. He had always loved watching the strategy unfold, the way fighters adapted to their opponent's style, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Who do you think will win?" Amelia asked, her eyes locked on the fighters.

"It's hard to say. They both have their strengths. It really depends on who can keep their cool under pressure," Nick replied, his gaze fixated on the ring.

As the bell rang, the fighters circled each other, exchanging jabs and feints. Nick could feel Amelia's energy, her enthusiasm palpable as she cheered and gasped with every punch thrown. It reminded him of their friendship—how they complemented each other, her fiery spirit igniting his more laid-back demeanor.

The fight continued, showcasing a dance of skill and determination. "Look at that! Did you see that uppercut?" Amelia exclaimed, her eyes wide as one of the fighters landed a clean hit.

"Yeah, that was impressive!" Nick agreed, feeling the adrenaline course through him. He had always appreciated the artistry of combat sports—the strategy, the resilience, and the heart it took to step into the ring.

As the rounds progressed, Nick noticed the way Amelia leaned forward, her focus unwavering. She was completely absorbed in the fight, and he couldn't help but admire her passion. "You're really getting into this!" he teased.

"Of course! It's amazing! I can't believe I've never done this before," she replied, her voice barely above the roar of the crowd.

The fight went on, and as the rounds passed, the tension in the arena grew thicker. The fighters were evenly matched, and it was clear that neither was willing to back down. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the atmosphere electric with anticipation.

As the final round approached, Nick could feel the weight of the moment. The fighters exchanged blows, sweat glistening on their brows, determination etched on their faces. "This is it," he whispered to Amelia, who nodded, her eyes glued to the ring.

With just seconds left on the clock, both fighters launched into a flurry of punches, each trying to gain the upper hand. The crowd erupted with cheers and gasps as the final bell rang, signaling the end of the match. Nick felt a rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the fight pulsing through him.

"Who do you think won?" Amelia asked, her voice filled with excitement.

"It's hard to say. It could go either way," Nick replied, watching as the judges deliberated. Their decision would determine the outcome of the night.

When the announcer took the mic again, the crowd hushed in anticipation. "And the winner is… Jake 'The Hammer' Thompson!" The arena erupted in cheers, and Nick felt Amelia's excitement radiate off her.

"See? I told you he was tough!" he said, smiling at her enthusiasm.

As the fighters exited the ring, Nick felt a sense of camaraderie with the crowd around him. They had all experienced the thrill of the fight together, united by the passion for the sport.

"Let's grab a drink and talk about it," Nick suggested, leading Amelia towards the exit.

"Definitely! I can't wait to hear your thoughts on the fight," she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit them, a refreshing contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. The streets were alive with the sounds of laughter and chatter, remnants of the fight echoing in the air.

Amelia turned to Nick, her face flushed with excitement. "This was incredible. I can't believe how intense it was!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied, feeling a warmth spread through him. Watching Amelia experience something new, something she loved, brought him joy.

"Next time, we should get closer to the ring," she suggested, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "I want to feel the energy up close!"

"Absolutely! I'm all in for that," Nick laughed, his heart swelling with affection for his adventurous friend.

As they walked through the bustling streets, the night felt alive with possibilities. Nick realized that this fight was more than just a match; it was a moment they would cherish, a shared experience that would deepen their friendship.

"Thanks for bringing me, Nick. You always know how to have a good time," Amelia said, her smile bright under the city lights.

"Anytime, Amelia. There's more to come, I promise," he replied, feeling the bond between them grow stronger.

As they continued down the street, Nick couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of many more adventures to come. Together, they would explore the world, one fight night at a time.

The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling city. Nick leaned against his battered pickup truck, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn denim jacket. The air was thick with anticipation; tonight was fight night, and the excitement was palpable.

The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling city. Nick leaned against his battered pickup truck, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn denim jacket. The air was thick with anticipation; tonight was fight night, and the excitement was palpable.

The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling city. Nick leaned against his battered pickup truck, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn denim jacket. The air was thick with anticipation; tonight was fight night, and the excitement was palpable.

Death was hanging in the air with a heavy mist.