Part- 351:
The scoreboard dispyed the brutal truth: Sourov was down by two points. One more throw from Jiko, and it would be over. The thought burned in Sourov’s mind like acid. He goward his teammates—Ryan, Abbas, and Tisha—standing at the edge of the mat. Ryan’s ched fists trembled. Abbas shifted uneasily, uo hide his worry. Tisha’s lips pressed together in grim determination, her gaze locked on Sourov.
James stood in silence, his jaw tight, his arms folded as if holding himself back. Through the faint shimmer of his system interface, James could see it all: **Jiko – bined Power: 312**. **Sourov – bined Power: 202**. The gap was enormous, almost impossible to overe.
James's system fshed another message, quietly firming what everyone already feared: **ce of Sourov's Victory: 4.8%.**
“e on, Sourov,” Ryan whispered, almost like a prayer.
**“You ’t give up.”**
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The referee called for the fighters to reset. Sourov staggered forward to meet Jiko in the ter of the mat. His limbs felt like dead weight, his injured khrobbing. Jiko’s eyes gleamed with quiet fidence, sensing his oppo’s exhaustion.
"You're done, Sourov," Jiko whispered as they locked grips. "Just go down. No shame in losing."
Sourov's grip tightened on Jiko's gi, knuckles white. His hands trembled, but not from fear. Rage boiled under his skin—rage at himself, at the odds stacked against him, at the idea of letting his teammates down. He had fought too hard to quit now.
**“If I fall here, it’s over—for me, for all of us.”**
In that moment, the fear, pain, and doubt swirling in Sourov’s mind reached a breaking point—and shattered.
**Something inside him snapped.**
A sudden, wild energy surged through his veins, as though every nerve in his body had bee on fire. His breathing slowed, his senses sharpened, and the edges of the world blurred.
James’s eyes widened as glowi materialized in front of him: **Crazy Mode Activated.**
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**System Notification:** **Crazy Mode** – A temporary state where the fighter unlocks 100% of their physical capabilities through heightened intuition. Unlike Crisis Mode, which automates movement and a during emergencies, Crazy Mode grants **total trol**. The user fights with uable instincts, breaking ventional patterns. However, prolonged use may lead to severe physical backsh.
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James felt a chill creep up his spine. “He’s really doing it…”
Sourov’s body nguage transformed instantly. His heavy, sluggish movements became fluid and dangerous, like a prowli awakening from slumber. His injured knee no longer wobbled; every step felt deliberate, carrying explosive potential. His eyes were sharp, almost wild, glowing with fierce determination.
Jiko hesitated for the first time, sensing the shift. He ched his jaw, tightening his grip. “Let’s see what you’ve got, then.”
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**The Fight Reignites.**
Jiko lunged forward with terrifying speed, aiming for a leg sweep that had dismawo fighters earlier in the petition. Sourov, however, moved before the attack even began. With the precision of a predator, he sidestepped, narrowly avoiding Jiko’s leg by a fra of an inch.
**Instinct.**
Jiko’s follow-up grab came just as fast. But instead of resisting, Sourov leaned into the grapple, using Jiko’s own momentum against him. He twisted his hips violently, gripping Jiko’s gi in a way that defied logid executed a lightning-fast shoulder throw.
**THUD!**
