He tries to feint with his right, dipping his knee slightly, selling the motion just enough to suggest a shift in attack. It's not a big movement, but it's deliberate, meant to interrupt the rhythm, to make the champion hesitate, even for a fraction.
But it doesn't work. Dela Cruz simply steps in and drives a stiff jab straight through the line, forcing Kenta to bring that same right glove up to block.
Dug.
The impact is sharp, controlled, more of a statement than a strike meant to damage.
Kenta answers with his left, but he's already behind the rhythm. Dela Cruz's right hand comes first, the transition between his punches so tight there's barely a visible gap.
The shot brushes past Kenta's left glove, slipping through the edge of his guard.
Dsh!
It snaps his head backward.
"Right hand gets through! Clean shot from Dela Cruz!"
"Just when Moriyama tries to do something, the effort actually backfires."
