Thanid's eyes narrow as he adjusts his stance again and again, searching for the perfect angle to strike. Every step forward feels cautious, calculated, yet nothing seems quite right.
Ryoma, meanwhile, lets his dominant right hand dictate the pace. It isn't as light or as fast as his left, but the weight behind each stiff jab and hook carries undeniable force.
Dug. Dug. Dsh!
Dug. Dug.
Dug. Thud! Dug.
Every punch lands with intention, a reminder that control does not always require speed.
Thanid finally throws a compact jab followed by a lead hook, hoping to snap Ryoma off balance. But the angles are wrong.
Ryoma pivots smoothly, sidestepping the line, and suddenly his lead hook lands cleanly on Thanid's exposed left ribs.
Thud!
The punch sinks deep. It's heavier, sharper, and far easier to place than anything Ryoma delivered before.
"Whoa!" the lead commentator shouts. "That's a clean shot right to the body! Ryoma's not just switching stances. He's controlling the fight!"
