Junan turned around and walked to the locker room. His locker looked dusty, as soon as it was opened a creaking sound accompanied it. The boxing gloves he usually wore were there.
Changing his clothes, he brought his boxing gloves with him and walked back out. For someone who had a locker under his own name, this was definitely not the first time.
As soon as he reached the ring, the old man was already up there. Waving enthusiastically at him with a crazy smile. Junan snorted in response, jumping into the ring.
The referee in the middle of them started the beginning. 3 minutes, one round. The hard punch hit his face, again and again.
His life was a little red, but Junan was still calm, brushing off the next punch. Taking advantage of the gap as soon as his opponent finished throwing a punch, the next second his punch hit his chest hard. He didn't stop, his face, arms, were hit continuously until he retreated behind the ring barrier.
