The Boxing System: I Became the King of the Ring

Devon came out of his corner with the same smooth confidence from round one. Light on his feet, hands loose, looking to pick up right where he’d left off. His corner was probably telling him to stick to the game plan.

Box. Move. Score points. Win easy.

But Javier didn’t give him the chance to settle in.

Instead of charging forward like a bull, Javier stayed composed. He’d learned something in that first round. He used a subtle shuffle step—fake left, step right—drawing Devon’s automatic counter.

Devon’s jab shot out on instinct, but Javier was already moving. He slipped under the punch and suddenly found himself in perfect position.

[FOOTWORK +0.1]

[CURRENT: 63.3/100]

For the first time all night, Devon looked surprised.

Javier didn’t hesitate. He drove forward and buried a right hand deep into Devon’s ribs, just under the chest protector. The shot landed with a meaty thud.

Devon’s mouth opened behind his mouthguard. His eyes went wide. He took a full step backward—the first ground he’d given up all fight.

[BODY SHOT LANDED: TARGET STAGGERED]

[STYLE BONUS: SWARMER +2%]