[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda":3,"chapter-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-190":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","VISION GRID SYSTEM: THE COMEBACK OF RYOMA TAKEDA",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},730294,969,"Chapter 190: When Pride Falls","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-190",190,"\u003Cp>The red corner no longer worries about winning. In truth, Takashiro is not even sure if the commission will let Ayano has his A-license after this fight, when he actually boxes like a total amateur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dozens of clean jabs to the face, Ayano’s balance finally gives way. His body sways, knees trembling as he forces himself forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma could’ve hit him with another jab, but he doesn’t. He just lets Ayano fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ayano’s down again...\" one commentator says, almost incredulous. \"And all of it with just the left hand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s pure humiliation,\" the other adds. \"He’s not just beating him. He’s bullying him with textbook jabs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will this be it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he can’t even get up from that, it’s going to be one hell of an anticlimax.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ayano refuses to stay down. Before the referee even begins the count, he’s already pushing himself up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs are still alive, though unsteady. His head’s spinning from too many clean shots to the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You okay?\" the ref asks, watching him closely. \"Can you still fight?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine,\" Ayano pants. \"I can still move. My fists are still alive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Takashiro calls out, swallowing his pride, ignoring the insult from earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has it gotten through that thick head of yours yet, Ayano? The guy you called a coward is schooling you with just his left hand! How long are you going to let that ego drive you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano’s breath catches. For the first time, the words sink in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was I really that strong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he begins questioning the perfect record that’s defined him since his debut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they just too weak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No... I know they were good. I studied them before every fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why did they freeze before my fists?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they just cowards?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid to get hurt?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His half-lidded eyes lift, locking on Ryoma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But he’s different...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembers that solid contact, the moment Ryoma felt his knuckles. He knew Ryoma felt his power. Saw it in his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He wasn’t scared.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He even stepped in for an exchange.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Ayano sees Ryoma for what he is. Not a coward, not a kid, but a true boxer, a man ready to get hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should’ve known it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He took a beating from Aramaki and never backed down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma steps forward again, and this time, Ayano answers properly; using his left the way Takashiro taught him, fast, compact, disciplined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doesn’t overcommit. Every punch retracts cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma dodges, rolling his shoulders, looking for an opening. When he tries to pivot in, Ayano’s already tightened his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DUG! DUG! DUG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s 1-2-1 combo thumps harmlessly into Ayano’s gloves. Ayano fires back immediately with a sharp series of lefts, forcing Ryoma to duck and dodge, before slipping away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s it!\" Takashiro yells. \"You won’t turn the fight around like that. But you’ll survive the round. Just get back to me after the bell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano finally listens. Just like in his debut match, he follows his coach’s words to the letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When was it? When did I stop using these simple jabs?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He keeps the left firing; steady, accurate, and heavy, keeping Ryoma out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s right... the fight against Chomei.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was broken too soon. Gave me an easy one round knockout.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And my next opponent started seeing me differently.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’d scared even before getting punched by me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... they gave me easy wins. And it got over my head.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jab, jab, and jab. Even if it’s only his lead, it carries weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma catches a few on his guard and feels it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He searches for a path to get inside, but every attempt is shut down by Ayano’s reach and precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up... let me study his left for now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slows his rhythm, circling, feinting, probing jabs from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ayano gives him nothing. His guard stays tight, his stance sharp, his jab perfectly reactive. His feet even start pivoting lightly, shifting his weight with textbook balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pace builds again, an intense quiet where no real punches thrown, yet every move matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma realizes he won’t find any real opening unless he takes a risk. And he’s never been one to shy away from taking one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He steps in with a stuttering pivot, throwing probing jabs. Ayano meets him with his own, their fists flicking through the air in rapid exchanges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most miss, some deflect, but Ryoma gets inside anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano pulls his left back just in time and covers high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DUG! DUG! DUG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s 1-1-2 combo pounds the gloves. Then he dips low, taking the risk to step in deeper...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BUG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...a clean left hook to the body lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ayano doesn’t give it away for free. He absorbs the blow and counters with his own left hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma drops his right to block...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DUG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...but the collision still knocks him off balance, and the follow-up jabs force him to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... and I won’t drop him without getting hurt myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system’s taunt grates at him, enough to make his blood boil. Ryoma scowls, but his eyes stay sharp, dissecting Ayano’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sidesteps right, gaze flicking over different parts of Ayano’s body; like a craftsman examining where to strike next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this isn’t just scouting. He’s analyzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano’s face is a mess, swollen, streaked with blood along his cheek and nose. His right eyelid’s puffed nearly shut. His guard still looks solid, though and tight, disciplined, proof there’s still fight left in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his legs...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma exhales, decision made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine... Let’s give the crowd a show.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pivots lightly, crouching, flicking out probing jabs while studying the rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at that, folks!\" one commentator bursts out. \"Ryoma’s breaking the stalemate. What’s he planning here? Is he looking to finish it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma steps into range, and Ayano reacts, firing off crisp textbook jabs. Ryoma slips and blocks, inching closer, just enough for his own left to connect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the exchange begins, rapid, sharp, and brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jabs trade against jabs, guards clashing, gloves snapping through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma slips under a left and drives forward. Ayano pulls back, covering high, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BUG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma buries a rear hook into the ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano grits his teeth and fires back with a right hook toward the head...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DUG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...caught clean on Ryoma’s glove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ryoma strikes again, high–low combo...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BUG! DUG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...the body shot lands, but the head shot glances off the guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano fires a jab–cross–hook combination, tight and disciplined. But Ryoma’s not retreating anymore. He blocks the jab and the cross, ducks under the hook, and slips in an uppercut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DHUACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano’s head snaps back, momentum stalling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ryoma presses in, one compact jab, then two sharp hooks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DSH! DSH! DSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ayano absorbs them, gritting through the pain, and fires back on instinct. His right digs into Ryoma’s ribs, and his left hook clips the corner of Ryoma’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ryoma doesn’t flinch, ignoring them. He drives through the hits, pouring more punches into Ayano’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd explodes as the exchange unfolds, gloves cracking in tight quarters, each blow echoing through the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go, Ryoma... Go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Punch it out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t give up, Ayano!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Break him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices blend into a single thunderous chant, a pulse of chaos and adrenaline that shakes the ring itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ayano staggers first, forced backward, retreating into a turtle guard. His arms stay high, gloves glued to his temples, soaking the barrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blow sends a shock through him. His mind flickering toward blackout every time Ryoma’s glove crashes into his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This guy is... strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s so hard just to touch him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even when my punches land, he keeps coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s... a monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1281,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","6a4943d168ff813063891e635850b1e9a6661635566bbb295e48b3fe3004ba1e","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-191","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-189",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]