Round two. Jab King got desperate. He spammed the haymaker—a slow, telegraphed swing that no one with reflexes ever fell for. Except now, it didn’t matter. Auto Dodge weaved under it so hard that Kai’s boxer’s back nearly touched the canvas.
Kai’s character didn’t move. He didn’t move. But the body on screen shuddered —a millimeter lean. The glove kissed air.
And somewhere in the dark, a bell rang for a round that no one had started.
Knockout. Round two, 0:12 seconds.
His boxer—a lanky, no-name heavyweight—stepped into the ring against “Jab King,” a top-tier player with a 97% win rate.