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... and both fighters were running on fumes.
Sweat poured, their chests heaved with every breath, and every step seemed heavier than the last.
But neither Max Taylor nor Ronny McGregor showed a hint of quitting.
Max pushed forward again, his footwork less sharp now, his combinations shorter.
He slipped a jab but ate a stiff cross to the cheek, his head snapping back.
He gritted his teeth and pressed on, ripping a hook to Ronny’s body, then another upstairs. ...
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