The moment the opening bell echoes through Yoyogi Gymnasium...
Ding!
Della Cruz steps immediately to the center. Without wasting any second, he sends a stiff jab, forcing Kenta onto the back foot before launching a vicious left hook that whistles past his guard.
Kenta's eyes narrow almost immediately.
"He's different…"
Della Cruz comes forward again with another one-two, throwing both hands with the same heavy, snapping commitment.
Dump! BUMP!
The combination crashes against Kenta's guard with enough force to pin it in place, the impact driving through his arms and into his legs as he braces to keep his balance.
It feels as though Della Cruz is still forcing the momentum forward even after the punches land, the commitment leaving his hands a fraction slower to return to guard than most textbook combinations.
"Ooh!!! What an explosive start from El Martillo!"
"He's throwing those hands like they're a pair of Mjolnirs!"
