Kenji saw it, the moment Trevor's legs buckled and his balance shifted.
It was subtle, but the stumble after the hook was real. Trevor's eyes lost their focus, just for a second. That was enough.
Kenji didn't explode recklessly. He pressed forward like a man who understood pressure.
Trevor tried to circle out, arms high, but Kenji shadowed him step for step.
He launched a sharp jab that clipped Trevor's jaw, forcing him upright, then followed with a clean hook to the body that folded Trevor's left side.
The moment Trevor raised his elbow to protect the ribs, Kenji stepped through and fired a cross straight through the center.
Trevor's head snapped back.
He stumbled again, and this time his legs gave way. He dropped to a knee, hand posting on the canvas, trying to steady himself. The ref didn't step in. It wasn't over yet.
Kenji stayed poised. He didn't pounce blindly. He waited just half a second to confirm Trevor was trying to rise.
Then he moved.
