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VISION GRID SYSTEM: THE COMEBACK OF RYOMA TAKEDA

Chapter 366: Respect, Paid in Blood · Nov 03, 2026

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351 Chapter 351: The Double-Edged Sword 2026-11-03
352 Chapter 352: What Each Corner Protects 2026-11-03
353 Chapter 353: Ugly vs Beauty 2026-11-03
354 Chapter 354: Saved for Later 2026-11-03
355 Chapter 355: At the Edge of Focus 2026-11-03
356 Chapter 356: The Dark Pressure 2026-11-03
357 Chapter 357: What Is Worth Betting On 2026-11-03
358 Chapter 358: What the Record Doesn’t Show 2026-11-03
359 Chapter 359: The Moment It Stops Being Your Fight 2026-11-03
360 Chapter 360: On the Edge of Sanity 2026-11-03
361 Chapter 361: Tight. Tight. Tight 2026-11-03
362 Chapter 362: Beast Unchained 2026-11-03
363 Chapter 363: The Line He Crossed 2026-11-03
364 Chapter 364: A State You Can’t Force 2026-11-03
365 Chapter 365: The Pendulum, Solved 2026-11-03
366 Chapter 366: Respect, Paid in Blood 2026-11-03
367 Chapter 367: Out of Sync 2026-11-03
368 Chapter 368: Rite of Ancension 2026-11-03
369 Chapter 369: Two Undefeated, One Record Breaks Tonight 2026-11-03
370 Chapter 370: When the Crown Meets the Storm 2026-11-03
371 Chapter 371: Recalibration 2026-11-03
372 Chapter 372: The Storm on Hold 2026-11-03
373 Chapter 373: Stealing Tricks? No, Stealing Tempo 2026-11-03
374 Chapter 374: Playing Between Beats 2026-11-03
375 Chapter 375: Three Seconds Without Air 2026-11-03
376 Chapter 376: The Weight Carried by a Champion 2026-11-03
377 Chapter 377: What Those Ten Second Took 2026-11-03
378 Chapter 378: No Safe Space in the Ring 2026-11-03
379 Chapter 379: At the Cruel King’s Feet 2026-11-03
380 Chapter 380: Just a Few Steps Away 2026-11-03
381 Chapter 381: Stolen Space 2026-11-03
382 Chapter 382: Mercy, So They Say 2026-11-03
383 Chapter 383: Was It Really Her? 2026-11-03
384 Chapter 384: Non-Negotiable Conditions 2026-11-03
385 Chapter 385: Strength Seen by a Child 2026-11-03
386 Chapter 386: Habit Without Intention 2026-11-03
387 Chapter 387: The First Real Offer 2026-11-03
388 Chapter 388: Lines Drawn 2026-11-03
389 Chapter 389: In Good Faith 2026-11-03
390 Chapter 390: When the Surprise Changed Hands 2026-11-03
391 Chapter 391: A Reply Without Memory 2026-11-03
392 Chapter 392: Authority Without Consent 2026-11-03
393 Chapter 393: Where Respect Reveals Itself 2026-11-03
394 Chapter 394: Not as Humble as They Look 2026-11-03
395 Chapter 395: You Can’t Run Forever 2026-11-03
396 Chapter 396: Only Ryoma 2026-11-03
397 Chapter 397: When Silence Is Defiance 2026-11-03
398 Chapter 398: Polished Smiles, Sharpened Knives 2026-11-03
399 Chapter 399: No Room for Denial 2026-11-03
400 Chapter 400: The Moment Slips Away 2026-11-03

Fortunately, Kenta stays disciplined in his form, putting his right guard protecting the side of his head when bending to the left for that triple hooks.

Liam’s sharp hook only hits the glove, but the guard is pinned to his head. The collision still shakes Kenta’s skull.

And he receives this in a terrible position with a terrible balance.

Kenta’s left leg shudders. He staggers sideways.

Liam is already shifting his stance, loading up to drive in a chopping right before Kenta can fall. Yet even in that broken position, Kenta forces up a tight double guard.

BAM!

Liam’s glove crashes into his forearms with brutal force, the impact blasting Kenta backward and slamming him into the canvas.

The referee steps in at once, signaling the knockdown.

“Down!”

The arena erupts, roars tearing through the stands as the moment detonates.

“Oh my… what an exchange!” a commentator shouts. “That was elite offense meeting elite defense!”

“But even blocking everything,” the other cuts in, “Moriyama couldn’t fight back. That was raw power. Liam Kuroda put him on the canvas through sheer force alone.”

The crowd doesn’t settle as Liam walks toward a neutral corner. He keeps his eyes on Kenta, sharp and focused, acknowledging the fact that Kenta was able to respond even in that tight moment.

And yet, his confidence only grows.

He can feel it; his timing sharper, his reads cleaner. He’s getting better as the fight goes on. And the one drawing that out of him is Kenta himself. The same fighter Masahiro once dismissed as washed up.

When Liam reaches the corner and turns back, the decision is already made. He knows that knockdown won’t end it. Kenta will get up.

He’s grown great respect for his toughness. And because of that, Liam chooses something else; to repay that toughness with everything he has left.

In the blue corner, Nakahara’s face drains of color.

“Kenta!”

A hand lifts at once.

“I’m fine…” Kenta mutters. “I’m not done yet.”

The referee saw it clearly. The punch was blocked. The knockdown came from bad balance, not damage. Still, the count continues.

“Three!”

“Four!”

In the stands, Kenta’s family is frozen in place. His mother clasps her hands to her chest, eyes shut in prayer.

Moriyama stands beside her, silent, unmoving. It’s bad, but at least now, he knows what his son can actually do.

Then a voice cuts through the noise.

“Kenta nii-saan! Get up!”

It’s Izumi. After holding it in all round, his shout finally rings out; clear, desperate, unmistakable.

Out of thousands, he’s the only one voicing his support. His voice is the only thing that reaches the ring.

Kenta had planned to stay down, to use the count to breathe.

But he hears it again.

“Ganbatte, Kenta nii-saan! Don’t give up yet!”

Something shifts. A few people pick it up. Then more. Scattered voices join in, calling him to get up.

***

Kenta steadies his breathing, forcing his mind to calm. He knows his family is here. Not just Izumi and his mom. His father too.

He left home with a promise to succeed with his boxing. And he already walked out that door. So he can’t show weakness now.

He pushes himself up, and the count stops at seven.

The referee grips Kenta’s glove. “You still okay, right?”

“Yeah!” Kenta nods.

“Alright.” The ref steps aside and slices the air with his hand. “Box!”

In the red corner, Masahiro’s lips curl with quiet arrogance. To him, getting up early isn’t courage. It’s naivety.

He calls out sharply.

“Liam!”

Liam turns, and their eyes meet. Masahiro points his thumb down: a signal to end it.

Liam nods once, and closes the distance immediately.

In the blue corner, Nakahara shouts again, telling Kenta to tighten his guard. But Kenta doesn’t follow the instruction.

He steadies his breathing instead, slow and deep. His shoulders loosen. His gloves drop just enough as he lets the subtle pendulum return.

He isn’t hurt. He knows it.

He went down because his balance failed, not because his body broke. And now he knows something else for certain: round five isn’t his limit anymore.

His body can fight longer than this.

“No more softness.”

“No more weakness.”

Liam steps into range and pours it on, peppering Kenta with relentless punches.

Kenta blocks, slips, tries to step out and rebuild momentum. But Liam gives him nothing, no space, no breath.

Even so, Kenta doesn’t panic. He keeps moving, rolling his shoulders, catching what he can, enduring what gets through.

Bug! Bug!

Dug. Dug. Dug. Thud!

And every time he finds even a sliver of space, he tries to rebuild the pendulum.

At first it’s barely there; a subtle shift of the lead foot, small but real. He blocks, and then throws something along with the sway, ignoring the thudding shot that digs into his ribs.

“Liam drives a body shot!”

“But Kenta’s jab lands anyway.”

“He forced a dual exchange, only to land a jab.”

It’s a bad trade. But Kenta takes it anyway, using the little space he just created.

His shoulders and gloves sway again. The movement looks lazy, almost loose, but his eyes harden.

“No more softness. No more weakness.”

He holds his ground and trades, even when the odds are against him. He lands a few clean punches, but Liam’s shots are heavier, forcing him backward.

Still, Kenta grits his teeth.

“No more softness…”

He’s driven to the ropes. And then a crushing shot to the side shoves him sideways despite his guard.

“He’s cornered,” one commentator beams. “He’s tried to stay in the fight. But he’s trapped in the corner now.”

Liam’s eyes sharpen. He smells blood.

Yet Kenta still tries keeping him off, widening the pendulum. He slides forward with three chained lefts; jab, jab, lead hook.

Dug. Dug. Thud!

The last one lands, but Liam barely reacts. He just shakes his head.

“I’ve seen enough of that.”

A commentator catches it again. “When a fighter stops respecting the offense, that’s dominance.”

“Liam Kuroda is running this fight,” says the other one.

Kenta changes the tempo and tries again. Liam reads it anyway, blocks everything, and drives a straight right at the end of the sequence.

BAM!!!

It slams into Kenta’s guard, kills the rhythm, and knocks him into the corner post.

“It’s blocked,” a commentator says. “But the message has delivered nonetheless.”

Still, Kenta doesn’t run, no thinking about finding an escape route. Even trapped, he rebuilds the sway. Not once does he think about escaping the corner.

“And Moriyama chooses to fight him head-on. He’s standing his ground, inviting a slugfest.”

He coils his rear foot. Slides forward, much deeper this time, pressing into Liam’s chest space. Then he unleashes a five-punch flurry: a jab, followed by two body hooks from each side.

Dug.

Dug. Dug. Dug. Dug.

None land clean as Liam reads all of it.

“You can’t fool me with this rhythm anymore.”

Liam fires back with a short left hook. Yet it only cuts air as Kenta is already sliding back.

Kenta’s back brushes the corner post, can’t get away too far.

But Liam still sees the forward sway in Kenta’s shoulders and gloves. The pendulum is coming forward now, so he clenches his fist to time it with a counter.

“You fought well. But this is the end.”

He steps in, body lunging, ready to throw a heavy cross.

But then…

His breath catches.

“A trap?”

Kenta doesn’t throw anything. He only sways his gloves forward. His lead foot slides just half a step. His rear foot stays planted, coiled tight.

The shift is too subtle unlike all he’s shown so far in this round. The transition is deceptively smooth that Liam reads it too deep, and let himself pulled in.

“Shit…”

He cancels the cross and pulls back. But it’s too late.

Kenta drives in the right; fast, smooth, decisive. For a split second, the madness resurfaces. Pure instinct takes over. Every muscle fires at once, screaming to move.

The coil in his rear foot snaps. Legs, hips, spine, shoulder, each twitching in short violent bursts that the punch detonates out of him.

Liam tries to close his guard. But Kenta’s glove slips straight through the middle…

Dhuack!

…smashing into Liam’s nose. His head jerks back hard as red spurts out of his nostrils after the impact.

“OH MY GOD!”

“A SAVAGE COUNTER!”

Liam’s eyes stay open, fully conscious. He sees everything, and that makes it worse.

Rage floods his face, but his body is a half-step behind his will. His balance is gone before he understands it.

His legs wobble.

Then he crashes to the canvas.

Down!

“WHAT A TURNAROUND!”

“ONE COUNTER JUST FLIPPED THE ENTIRE FIGHT!”

Yet anger explodes through him. Liam scrambles up immediately, forcing himself upright before his body has time to catch up.

“Oh, look… He’s up! Way too fast!”

“That’s pure adrenaline… he shouldn’t be rushing this!”

The referee steps between them, counting starts anyway.

“One!”

“Two!”

But Liam already throws his left like a piston—once, twice—but it’s ugly.

“He’s swinging already… but his legs aren’t even under him!”

“This is pure will overpowering the body!”

His blood hasn’t settled yet. His neck hasn’t reset. His inner ear is still spinning, feeding his brain bad signals.

His left leg bends, trembling. Then the right follows.

The world tilts. His head snaps sideways, not from a punch, but from the shock finally arriving where adrenaline had been holding it back.

Less than three seconds after standing, Liam collapses again.

“Oh no… he’s down again!”

“That’s not from a punch… his body just shut him down!”

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