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The fight took place in the "Pit," a hollowed-out cooling tower in the industrial sector. Rain sizzled as it hit the glowing energy barriers surrounding the ring. Spectators leaned over rusted railings, their faces obscured by digital masks, betting their last credits on either a clean corporate kill or an underdog miracle.

Jax retreated toward the center of the ring, where the floor vibrated with raw electricity. As Vane lunged for a finishing blow, Jax slammed his scrap-metal fist into a loose floor panel. The surge of power traveled up through his arm—intentionally overloading his own dampeners—and created an electromagnetic pulse that fried the air between them. The Resolution nilxro_night_fight

When the buzzer rang, Vane moved like a blur of chrome. His first strike dented Jax’s chest plate, sending a shower of sparks across the concrete. Jax stumbled, his vision glitching. He knew he couldn't outpace Vane’s military-grade processors. He had to lead the enforcer into the "Blind Spot"—the chaotic interference caused by the tower’s aging power core. The fight took place in the "Pit," a