Chapter 230 Pivotal News



They walked into Victor's office and could feel that the air was cooler because of the quiet hum of the air conditioner.

Damon and Edward took seats in the comfortable chairs across from Victor's large, organized desk.

The room had a professional yet welcoming atmosphere.

Victor sat down on his side of the desk, leaning forward slightly, his hands clasped together.

His face was serious, but there was a hint of excitement in it, like he was about to say something important.

As Damon leaned back in his chair, he could feel the excitement building in his chest. Edward sat up straight and looked straight ahead, ready to listen to what Victor had to say.

Vic looked at both of them for a moment before starting. He spoke in a firm, authoritative tone, "Okay, boys. Let's talk about what's next for the two of you."

Victor looked at Edward and leaned back in his chair. "So, Eddie," he began, his tone thoughtful, "you said you wanted a chance."

Edward nodded. His eyes were filled with hope, and his whole body was tense.

Victor returned the nod, a small smile playing at his lips. "I would've sent you to The Supreme Fighter show, like I did with Damon, but unfortunately, the next season won't happen anytime soon." He paused, letting the weight of his words hang for a moment before leaning forward. "So, I went for the next best thing."

He slid a piece of paper across the desk toward Edward.

Edward's hand trembled slightly as he picked it up, his eyes scanning the document.

His expression shifted from curiosity to surprise, then to awe.

Edward held the paper, his eyes widening in disbelief and excitement as he read the heading.

Ronan Black's Contender Show.

He knew how important it was to have the right coach guiding him, and if anyone could find someone suitable, it was Victor.

Damon knew deep down that even without a coach, he'd probably be okay, maybe.

The system was incredible, sure, but it never truly highlighted his weaknesses or taught him how to refine his techniques in the most efficient way.

It lacked the human intuition that only a skilled coach could provide.

He looked at Victor, listening carefully as he continued.

"So," Victor said, leaning forward, "here's the plan. We talked about this before, and Kru Somchai had one last suggestion before leaving the martial arts scene, a final, intense training camp with him. He wants to give you everything he knows, to pass down all his knowledge in one comprehensive camp. I've been planning to send you to Thailand to train under him before he officially steps away. So, what do you think? Are you up for it?"

Damon thought about it, weighing the opportunity. Was it worth it? Traveling to

Thailand for a brutal camp, uprooting himself for weeks of grueling training... It sounded intense, but there was no point in turning down a chance to grow, to learn from one of the best.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah," he said, determination in his eyes. "I'm up for it. Let's do it."

Victor laughed heartily at Damon's quick agreement, the sound echoing through the office. "Think about it first, kid. Sleep on it," he said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Damon couldn't help but chuckle in return, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, right," he replied, his curiosity piqued. "You mentioned there were two pieces of news?"

Victor's expression shifted slightly, the humor fading as he nodded, becoming more serious. "Yeah, now moving on to the second," he said, leaning back in his chair. His eyes met Damon's, and there was a weight to his words. "This one is about the UFA."

Damon's eyebrows shot up, his heart thumping a little faster. The UFA? he thought, leaning forward instinctively, anticipation tightening in his chest.

Victor let the pause linger for a moment, then finally said.

"The UFA has called for you."