Klaus, the titan, had never lost a fight, and this night, he didn’t plan to start.
The rowdy crowd in the underground arena cheered on. Camera lights flashed, and fans roared as they cheered.
The medic team rushed in as security made its way through the wild crowd.
Beside the medic bed lift was Jugger, the first opponent of Klaus, the undefeated titan. Jugger lay there unconscious with a broken nose, and the area of his broken ribs swollen red, looking lifeless in the ring.
On the other side of the ring was Klaus, looking untouched. His fists were stained blood red, but they surely weren’t from him.
He roared like an animal as the crowd hyped him up and chanted his title.
By the time the night was over, Klaus had sent four out of his five opponents to the hospital.
He had just finished cleaning up in the locker room when Coach Medley came in.
“Hey, Coach," Klaus said, waiting for praise from his coach.
“If I were to praise you for every win, I would be out of praises," Coach Medley smirked.
The coach watched as Klaus dressed up casually.
“Where to?" Coach Medley asked.
“I got a hot blonde chick waiting for me," Klaus smirked.
“You know tomorrow is important, right?" Medley said.
“Come on, Coach, when have I ever lost?" Klaus smirked.
“I wish I could knock that smirk off your face," Medley joked.
“Come on now, Coach, you don't have any reason to lose your trust in me," Klaus patted Medley on the shoulder with pride before leaving the room.
“Your arrogance might just be the end of us one day," Medley sighed as he facepalmed.
“Don't worry, Coach, it's me, Titan," Klaus echoed from far away.
The next day, by noon, the pre-fight interview had already started.
Kan Lee, the Iron Fist—the person Klaus would be facing that night—was already present, keeping the interview alive while Klaus, as usual, was late.
“Where is this damn boy?" Medley kept on checking his watch.
Then he noticed the cameras and all the attention diverted away from Kan Lee.
“Klaus! Titan! Over here! Klaus!” The interviewers rushed to Klaus.
Klaus and Kan Lee were told to shake hands and stand for pictures and some questions.
Then a lady asked Kan Lee a question:
“Do you think you will be able to break the cycle? Bring down the great Titan?”
Kan Lee lowered his head to the lady’s mic and said softly, with the voice of someone who didn’t know violence, "I have always been a fan. I can't tell, but it would be an honor to try.”
"What about you, Titan? Do you think this fight is going to be any different?” the lady turned to Klaus.
Klaus smirked and said with an arrogant smile, “He’s a fan. I am the Titan.”
Questions were asked, and Klaus boasted and ridiculed Kan Lee at every chance he got.
It was finally evening and time for the fight.
“I gotta warn you, Iron Fist is dangerous. You should be careful," Medley said to Klaus, who was warming up.
Klaus laughed and said, “Come on, Boss, I gotta take it easy on the kid. I mean, how old is he?"
Medley sighed. He had always been tired of Klaus' prideful spirit, but this night was different.
Klaus was proud and careless because of his many victories. But the person he was up against had something he lacked, and that was discipline and mind training.
Kan Lee entered the ring, and you could hear the crowd cheer.
“Hey, listen. Don't underestimate him; he might look like one, but he is no kid,” Medley said.
"I got this, Boss,” Klaus said, then left for the ring.
The atmosphere changed the moment Klaus entered the arena.
The whole place rumbled with cheers and chants:
"Titan! Titan! Titan!"
And Klaus chanted along with confidence, while Kan Lee remained silent in his corner, listening to his coach.
The fight started, and the chants from the crowd for the Titan didn’t stop.
Klaus went head-on into attack, and Kan Lee seemed to only defend. Klaus was quick with his steps and kept on going in—just throwing punches without a strategy, because he didn’t need one, he felt.
Then Kan Lee, for the first time, finally landed a blow, but it was a light one.
“He punches like a kid,” Klaus smirked.
Klaus was having fun. He danced around, throwing light punches and playing with Kan Lee.
And then—POW!
The arena became quiet as a graveyard.
Kan Lee landed a blow on Klaus' jaw.
Klaus lost his balance and fell on the ring line. His ear continued to ring, he got dizzy, and he couldn't feel his jaw.
He was shocked and confused.
The punch was ten times heavier than any punch he had taken.
It was like an IRON FIST!
Klaus got back to his feet immediately, but he could hardly regain his balance.
His mind was blank, and he could only see Kan Lee through his blurred vision, bouncing from left to right, getting closer. 1…2…3…And—POW!
Kan Lee delivered the last punch and knocked Klaus out.
In the few moments before Klaus's senses shut off, he could hear the crowd cheering loudly.
But it wasn’t Titan.
It was IRON FIST!
Klaus woke up in the locker room.
He could see the anger and disappointment on his coach's face.
Medley came over to him, reminding him of the lesson: Overconfidence leads to downfall.
Klaus saw the reporters waiting for a statement. He accepted his defeat and ate his humble pie.
He saw Kan Lee, but unlike him, Kan Lee was respectful—showing sportsmanship and humility instead of mocking him.
At that moment, Klaus realized that being a champion wasn’t just about winning—It was about respect.