A few days passed, and Damon had fully settled into boxing training. The first sessions were focused more on rhythm and habit than raw technique.
He'd already met everyone on the team, pad holders, conditioning coaches, sparring partners, and of course, Tyron's handpicked assistant trainers who ran the drills with military precision.
The system had already confirmed what he knew, his boxing proficiency was at ★★★★★, full. It wasn't that they were teaching him how to box.
Damon already had that down. His punches were sharp, his guard clean, his reactions elite. What they were doing was reshaping his instincts.
His current boxing style was made for MMA, built on the range of kicks, the angles of Muay Thai, and the constant awareness of takedowns.
Traditional boxing didn't care about that. It was its own language, one that demanded rhythm, compact defense, and endurance over chaos.
