Still hasn't cracked Serrano's rhythm, Ryoma tries to seize control with his flickers, snapping them out to keep the distance. But the same scenario unfolds.
Serrano eats the flickers, lunges forward behind a leaping punch, and once again crashes into close range, smothering Ryoma with pressure.
Ryoma sinks deeper into the Philly Shell, baiting him in. He coils his right and gambles on another counter.
Serrano jerks back from it. And then, just like before, whips that awkward hook from below. It sneaks through, smacking Ryoma across the cheek.
Dsh!
"This fucker…" Ryoma grits under the sting, firing back with his left.
Serrano welcomes it, trading in kind, planting a thudding right into Ryoma's ribs.
Dum!!!
Serrano's head twists to the side. And Ryoma folds at the body shot.
The hall gasps. The two fighters freeze for a breath after the collision. But Serrano recovers first, bouncing forward again, forcing Ryoma to tighten his guard even more.
