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A guttural growl erupted from Mark\'s throat as the pills worked their way through his system. His body began to convulse, veins bulging under his skin, glowing faintly as his muscles surged, growing at an unnatural rate.

His eyes, once dull, lit up with a fiery red glow, and his entire expression twisted into something dark and feral. The crowd gasped at the sudden transformation. Most of them assumed it was simply his body enlargement mutant ability taking over.

But Silas knew better.

The sight of Mark\'s enhanced form towering over six feet tall didn\'t rattle him. He had seen this before—energy pills were common among fighters desperate to win, especially in unsanctioned matches like these.

But the way Mark\'s eyes burned with fury and the unhinged snarl on his lips suggested something more potent, something dangerous.

Mark let out a roar that silenced the entire arena as the referee stepped in, unaware of the brewing chaos.

"Fight!" she called out, and without a moment\'s hesitation, Mark shot forward like a cannonball.

His speed shocked everyone, even Silas. In the blink of an eye, Mark closed the distance between them, his fist already swinging toward Silas\'s face with brutal force. The wind whipped around them from the sheer velocity of the punch.

Silas barely had time to react. He instinctively leaned to the side, dodging the punch by mere inches as it whooshed past his ear.

The force alone sent dust and debris scattering around him. Before Silas could even regain his stance, Mark was already swinging again, more aggressively this time, his fists moving like battering rams.

Silas ducked low, feeling the rush of air from the missed punch as it soared just above his head. He swung the fist down and Silas reacted by leaping backwards.

The ground trembled as Mark\'s fists slammed into it, leaving cracks in the platform beneath them. Silas didn\'t waste the opening; he pivoted sharply and delivered a quick, precise punch to Mark\'s right side.

BAM!

The impact was sharp and loud, and Silas felt the satisfying crack of Mark\'s ribs breaking beneath his fist. Yet Mark didn\'t even flinch. He bellowed like a crazed mutant and, without pausing, swung both of his enormous fists downward, aiming to crush Silas in one massive strike.

Silas leapt backward, the blow missing him by a hair\'s breadth. When Mark\'s fists collided with the floor, it sent a small tremor through the arena. The audience gasped again, murmuring amongst themselves as they watched the terrifying spectacle unfold.

"What\'s wrong with Mark? He\'s fighting like a berserker," one of the students in the crowd remarked, his face contorted in confusion.

Mark\'s movements were far from his usual fighting style. He was known for calculated strikes, but now he fought like a mindless beast, his growls getting louder, his attacks sloppier but much more forceful.

\'What\'s with this guy?\'

Silas\'s mind raced.

The pills— they were turning Mark into something else. He had fought opponents on energy pills before, but none had been this far gone. Normally, they felt pain when hit. Mark was completely numb to it, his mind clearly overtaken by the drug.

Before Silas could analyze further, Mark came charging at him again, drool dripping from his mouth, his eyes brimming with a menacing rage. His fists shot out like missiles.

Silas dodged with grace, stepping to the side, letting Mark\'s punch sail past him once more. He didn\'t wait for Mark to recover this time—Silas countered with a brutal punch to the ribs again.

BAM! CRACK!

More ribs shattered, but Mark was undeterred, merely letting out another growl, his face twisting into a snarl. He swung wildly at Silas again, clearly feeling no pain, no fear.

Silas darted backward, creating space between them.

\'What\'s driving him?\' he thought, watching Mark with a wary eye. \'Is it just the pills? Why isn\'t he feeling pain?\'

Mark barreled forward again like an enraged bull, saliva flying from his mouth as he closed in on Silas, his fist raised high. Silas gritted his teeth and muttered, "Enough of this."

As Mark\'s massive fist descended, Silas launched his own fist to meet it head-on.

BAM!

The collision of fists sent a shockwave through the room. Mark was knocked backward, sliding across the ground, while Silas remained rooted in place, barely moving an inch.

Yet, Mark didn\'t stay down. He pushed himself back up, growling as he prepared to attack again.

From the sidelines, the referee and the organizers began to realize something was wrong. Mark wasn\'t just using his mutant ability—he was juiced up. One of the organizers stood up, shouting, "Energy pills! Stop the fight!"

The female referee rushed toward Mark to intervene, but before she could reach him, Mark, in his drug-fueled frenzy, swung his giant fist at her without hesitation.

His punch connected with her face, sending her flying across the platform. The audience collectively gasped, boos and jeers erupting as they watched her crumple to the ground several meters away.

Billy, watching from the sides, paled, sweat dripping down his face as he muttered, "Dammit! He said he could handle two pills! This is out of control!"

Ignoring the chaos behind him, Mark\'s bloodshot eyes focused on Silas again. The drug had consumed him fully now, making him a danger to everyone around him.

[Time left: 0:10:34]

Silas glanced at the system notification again, his eyes narrowing.

\'Ten minutes left.\'

He had no choice now. He turned on his heel and sprinted off the platform, dashing into the main building.

Mark let out a roar of frustration and charged after him, knocking Billy aside without even slowing down. Billy crashed against the wall, groaning in pain as Mark tore through the hallway in pursuit of Silas.

Silas sprinted down the corridor, his mind working furiously. He glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Mark chasing him like a wild animal, his heavy footsteps thundering through the halls.

\'Come on, just a little longer,\' Silas thought as he ran, darting past several doors until he finally reached the dressing room. He shoved the door open and stepped inside, spinning around to face the entrance. His breath was steady, his eyes sharp. This was the spot.

He waited, hearing the sound of Mark\'s footsteps getting closer and closer. The door burst open, and Mark came crashing in, his eyes blazing, his body trembling with raw, untamed energy.

Silas grinned. \'Now\'s my chance.\'

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A/N: Golden Tickets will be appreciated.