Damon sat upright on the stool, calm as ever. His team gave him a few nods and quick words, but there wasn't much to fix.
He hadn't gone full tilt in that round, not because he was holding back out of arrogance, but because he didn't want to be the man who ended Desayen's career in a single frame. That wasn't respect. That was cruelty.
Desayen had held back too. It was clear in the way he moved. He wasn't playing games, but there was weight to his pace. This fight was personal. Legacy mattered.
The bell rang for round two.
Damon bounced forward like it was the start of a fresh fight. His footwork smooth, his hands relaxed. That new recovery boost from the system? It was doing work. His body felt like he hadn't fought a round yet.
Desayen's stance was slightly lower this time. More grounded. He knew he needed to take control now, or it would spiral away from him.
