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... ist. But his body isn’t ready. His legs drag, slow to react, still dulled from the knockdown.
He can’t slip, can’t counter. All he can do is lift his guard higher and higher, catching Serrano’s storm on his arms.
Each shot rattles through him. And the crowd rises with every blow.
"Ryoma! Fight back! Don’t just take it!"
"No... Just hold the guard! Stay tight and survive the round!"
But gradually, Ryoma’s heels inch back, one step after another. His guard s ...
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