For the next three rounds, the shape of the fight barely changes at all. Miguel Cabello continues controlling the ring through movement that never truly stops. And strangely enough, none of it looks physically demanding so far. He seems to spend more energy thinking than moving.
The result becomes increasingly frustrating to watch from Liam's perspective. Again and again, he steps forward with patient pressure only to find Miguel gone before the real exchange can begin.
A jab touches gloves. A hook clips forearms. A body shot lands partially against the elbow. But almost never clean.
"He doesn't even give him a single clean punch," Aramaki exhales tiredly.
His eyes then shift toward Nakahara. "Now that I think about it… is there really any way to beat this Cuban style? From how you guys explain it, it sounds almost perfect."
