From the look on Easton's face, it seemed he couldn't believe that guy had actually managed to hit him.
Askren smiled smugly and raised his fists in front of his face.
"Is that all you've got?" the dark-haired fighter spat. "I expected more from the famous Easton Cash."
Easton wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled back, though it was a truly terrifying smile. He mirrored Mike's stance and started moving again, this time even faster than before. Eventually, Askren began struggling to dodge his punches.
When Easton's fists finally connected with Askren's face, I had to look away to keep from feeling sick. He showed no mercy—not even after blood began pouring from the other man's mouth, nose, and the cuts on his cheek. Oh my God... I was sure Mike Askren would pass out at any second f
