Across the ring, "The Meat Grinder" loomed, a mountain of muscle who had never lost a fight. The crowd roared for blood, their voices a cacophony of greed and desperation. Roman closed his eyes for a second, visualizing the first page of the book.
Grinder was getting frustrated. He swung wildly, breaking the discipline of his training. Roman saw the opening. He didn't use a fist; he used a palm strike to the solar plexus, just as the book described in the section titled The Silent Victory . kniga boi bez pravil skachat
The giant collapsed, not from a brutal beating, but from a single, perfectly timed loss of breath. The arena went silent. Across the ring, "The Meat Grinder" loomed, a
