Though Jason Luo had managed to get back on his feet, almost everyone believed his chances in this match were done for.
His raw strength had always been slightly lacking, and after taking such a devastating hit, it looked like the fight was about to end.
Siham thought the same. After flooring Jason Luo with a single punch, he was already picturing himself earning a shot at the world title...
As soon as the referee had Jason put his mouthguard back in and announced the restart, Siham charged forward brimming with confidence. Finishing the fight within two rounds would earn him serious credit with the big names watching from ringside!
He lunged forward with blazing speed, winding up his rear hand for a power punch—if that landed, this kid would be finished! A triumphant grin spread across his face...
But then, he saw Jason Luo's eyes. How could they be so calm—so firm?
Why wasn't he dodging or guarding?
Was he frozen in fear?
Dodge? Jason Luo's Attributes were surging to their limit. Energy coursed through his veins, muscles twitching with excitement. His hunger for battle had reached its peak—why would he dodge now?
Knock me down? So what?
Anyone who thought they could KO me in three rounds is only fooling themselves!
Damn it, Siham—you knocked out my tooth? Then I'll return the favor—an eye for an eye!
As Siham charged in with a vicious straight punch aimed to finish the fight, Jason Luo roared. His Medium Attack title activated, power surging even higher. He ducked low into a crouch, twisted into a bow stance, and unleashed a furious body hook with his rear hand, smashing into Siham's abdomen with pure rage...
That one hurt.
Siham hadn't expected Jason Luo not only to recover instantly but to strike back with such explosive power.
And that was only the beginning. Seizing the moment, Jason launched a wild assault—truly wild.
Determined to avenge his lost tooth, he targeted Siham's jaw relentlessly, throwing uppercuts whenever he saw an opening. The once-dominant Siham was now being forced back step by step, covering up in pain.
Jason Luo's strength after getting knocked down was on a completely different level!
The first punch to the abdomen had already left Siham gasping, and each following strike landed even heavier than the last. Boxers know power better than anyone—and Siham could feel it clearly. Jason Luo's heavy punches had gone beyond what his body could handle!
The sudden turnaround stunned everyone in the arena. It was unbelievable. Could the super middleweight division really be seeing a new iron man rise?
Even Marquez and Cotto might not be able to do this—getting flattened, then immediately coming back with a ferocious counterattack that leaves your opponent unable to lift his head. What kind of monster was this?
The fans who had come from all over to support Jason were going crazy. Their emotions had already swung from despair to hope and back again all night—and now, seeing him fight like this, clearly taking control, how could their blood not boil?
"Damn, that's a real man right there! Brothers, Jason's fighting with everything he's got! If our team had this kind of spirit, we'd be unstoppable! We didn't come all this way for nothing—let's go!"
The man ripped off his shirt, letting someone write huge red characters across his chest. Fired up, more fans joined in...
The rest of the crowd, infected by Jason's fighting spirit, switched sides and began cheering for him too.
"What a fighter! This is what real boxing's about—go, go, go!"
"Nowadays, these so-called stars just clinch or run the whole fight. It's been ages since we've seen someone this passionate in the ring. Massive respect!"
...
On the ring, Jason Luo continued his furious assault, forcing Siham backward again and again. But Siham's guard remained tight—especially around the chin. There was no easy opening.
Burning for revenge, Jason suddenly thought of the uppercut—similar to the "covering punch" from traditional Boxing Technique, a move rarely used in modern boxing. He'd learned it from watching Golovkin's videos.
A punch from above—straight out of nowhere.
Keeping up his barrage to hold Siham's focus, Jason closed the distance, then suddenly swung his right arm upward, tightening his fist and driving it down with all his might...
And it worked perfectly. Caught completely off guard, Siham had been focused on his front guard and never saw it coming.
The blow landed square on the crown of his head. The loud crack echoed through the arena as his body went limp. He nearly dropped to his knees, his hands instinctively lowering from his guard. Before he could react, Jason's hook came flying in—though slightly off-target, it smashed into his cheekbone...
The back-to-back heavy blows shattered Siham's balance. He stumbled backward and crashed onto the canvas!
"Whoa!!"
The crowd exploded. Two knockdowns in one round, one for each fighter—that's the beauty of heavy hitters. No points fight could ever compare to this kind of raw chaos.
"Jason Luo! Over here! We'll always support you!"
Jason turned toward the voice and saw eight fans standing high on the crowd's shoulders, bare-chested, each with bold red characters painted across their chests spelling out: "Forever United, Jason Luo Must Win!"
Such a scene was rare in boxing. Deeply moved, Jason raised his fist in thanks.
As soon as Siham hit the ground, the referee rushed in to start the count. But Siham wasn't just tough—he was built like a tank. He got back up quickly, though a large swelling was already forming on his face...
The fight resumed, but the clock was running down. Siham managed to hang on until the bell, earning a short break.
Back in the corner, Raul was ecstatic. "That was incredible! Jason, you're tough as nails! After getting knocked down, you came back and dominated. Siham won't be so cocky now..."
Coach Brown stayed calm. "Alright, treat his hands quickly. Jason, how's your stamina?"
"No problem," Jason said, air whistling slightly through the gap where his tooth used to be.
"Good. Keep pressing him next round. His front guard is solid—use your jabs to pull his defense apart. When you see an opening, hit him hard."
But as the third round began, Siham changed tactics. After a minute of rest, he'd recovered and came charging in again with full aggression.
Deep down, Siham refused to accept this. Jason clearly lacked natural power—how could he be pushing him around? That last round had to be a desperate burst. This time, he'd crush the kid head-on!
If he didn't, he'd lose face in front of all the top promoters—and his reputation as a heavy hitter would be finished.
Jason Luo, who had been struggling to break through his guard, saw Siham charging in again. Perfect.
He stepped forward—both men's fists flying as they clashed once more in a brutal close-range battle!