Thanid reacts better now. He leans his head back just enough to make the punch fall short, or parries it with subtle turns of his glove.
Dug.
When the lead hook follows, Thanid's guard angles inward, letting the blow slide harmlessly across his forearm.
Dug.
His head movement remains minimal. But it works.
"That's a good adjustment from Thanid," the analyst remarks. "He's beginning to get a feel for Ryoma's jab."
More than twenty seconds pass, and Ryoma has already thrown over a dozen jabs. Yet not a single one lands clean.
Ryoma notices the change immediately. Compared to the previous round, the exchanges feel harder now, every opening narrower and every reaction from Thanid a fraction sharper.
Still, his expression remains calm. His eyes move constantly, scanning Thanid's stance, tracking the small twitches in his shoulders and hips, reading every tiny movement before reacting.
