[{"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-378":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},730682,969,"Chapter 378: No Safe Space in the Ring","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-378",378,"\u003Cp>The arena doesn’t roar when the fourth round begins. It holds its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What filled the building moments ago, shock, noise, and disbelief, has settled into something quieter and heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shared awareness that the fight has crossed a line. That something irreversible has already happened, even if the bell says otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Welcome to the fourth round...\" a commentator fills in the moment. \"And I don’t think anyone in this building quite knows what they’re about to see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re right,\" the other one replies. \"Because Ramos survived the knockdown, but surviving and recovering are two very different things.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And for the first time in his career, Ramos is coming out of a round with questions hanging over him. Not about his heart. Not about his toughness. But about his body.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round Four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And here we go,\" the first commentator says, voice lower now. \"This round isn’t about momentum anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s about what the third round took... and whether Ramos can get it back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera lingers on Ramos as he steps forward. His guard is high. His posture disciplined. Everything looks correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there’s a tightness now, subtle, carefully hidden. A stiffness in the shoulders. A breath held half a beat too long before it’s released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s trying to look relaxed, and that effort alone gives him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few paces away, Ryoma sets his stance. Not the Philly Shell this time, but a mid-range fighter’s frame, balanced, open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lead foot slides a little wider than before, pendulum stretching its arc, testing space rather than claiming it. His shoulders and gloves are swaying with lazy pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes never stop working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They scan Ramos from head to waist, from feet to chest, tracking micro-delays, the timing of each breath, the way the guard resets after movement. Measuring how much the break actually gave him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system feeds him its verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma lets the Soviet rhythm come alive. Both feet now, gliding back and forth in a smooth, swaying tempo, shoulders and gloves following the beat like a metronome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commentators catch it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Takeda’s back to the rhythm,\" one says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But look at the range...\" the other adds. \"He’s widening it. He’s hunting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Ramos tightens his guard instinctively. Elbows tuck. Chin dips. He plants himself just a fraction more firmly than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma breaks the pendulum for a single beat, looking deceptively uninterested, just enough to blur the tempo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly, he slides in, and three lefts fire in sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jab. Jab. Lead hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos blocks all of them cleanly, hands working in sync, exactly as commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug. Dug. Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma lingers for half a breath and drops a right hook, but only lands on Ramos’ upper arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he’s gone again, sliding back out before anything can return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifts his angle without breaking the underlying rhythm and comes forward once more, faster now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jab. Cross. Right hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos reacts well, blocks the first two...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dug. Dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...and ducks the hook, letting it skim over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fires back immediately; a right hook, and left straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma catches both on his gloves, tight and compact, then slides out of range before anything else can follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beautiful exchange,\" one commentator breathes. \"That’s world-class defense from Takeda... read it, caught it, and slid out clean.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And credit Ramos right there,\" the other adds quickly. \"After everything that happened at the end of the third, he’s still thinking, still firing back with intent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolutely. A lot of fighters would shell up after a knockdown like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Ramos isn’t surviving. He’s competing. That’s the mark of a true champion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd stirs again, not roaring, but attentive now, aware they’re watching something technical, something tense, a fight being decided not by chaos, but by control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos resets his stance, guard still tight, eyes locked on Ryoma. He’s hurt, but he’s still here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s eyes narrow, reassessing. And the system updates quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma exhales through his nose, almost amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah... his punches are still sharp.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos rolls his shoulders once, guard still high, feet steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system adds another line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma’s gaze sharpens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And his mind’s still clear. He’s still reacting to everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knows, from the two punches he catches earlier, the weight behind them aren’t like any punches Ramos threw before he got knocked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are weaker. And for that, Ryoma is ready to take a bit of risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lead foot slides again. The pendulum resumes, wider, heavier now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opens the same way, lazy, almost indulgent. A drifting jab that stops short. A second left that brushes air. Nothing meant to land. Everything meant to soothe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos stays disciplined, eyes forward, guard high, letting the rhythm wash over him without biting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the cadence tightens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma slides in deeper on the next beat, feet gliding instead of rocking. The jab snaps fully this time, followed by a straight that forces Ramos’s guard inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ramos can reset his feet, Ryoma shifts left, angle changing mid-step, and a short hook whistles past the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos slips it clean, but the body is there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A left hook thuds into the ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos absorbs it without sound, elbows clamping down. He feels it, but masks the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma slides back, and forth, the rhythm surges again; jab to split the guard, right hand feinted high, then another hook driven into the opposite side of the body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos exhales sharply through his nose, subtle, controlled. He answers with a tight guard shift and a small step back, keeping his head untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma stays with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third hook digs into the ribs as he pivots out, compact and cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos hides it well. His posture doesn’t break. His guard doesn’t drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ryoma catches it anyway, the tiny twitch at the corner of the eyebrow, the brief tightening around the eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the booth, the tone changes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ryoma’s picking it up now,\" one commentator says, excitement creeping in despite himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can feel it... he’s not just studying anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" the other agrees. \"He’s layering it. Head clean, body taxed. That’s deliberate pressure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And notice Ramos... still defending beautifully upstairs,\" the first adds. \"But he’s having to give something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the ring, Ryoma presses again, rhythm heavier, intent clearer. The lazy sway is still there, but it’s no longer an invitation. It’s a countdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s upping the tempo,\" the commentator continues. \"This feels like a fighter who’s asking a question... and might not wait long for the answer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma slides forward once more, eyes locked, shoulders loose, already preparing the next sequence. He isn’t rushing. But he’s done waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Ramos answers with a lazy right hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryoma sees it immediately. The shoulder loads too early. The arc is wide, telegraphing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrow as he ducks under it, already coiling for a compact upper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ramos’ lazy hook isn’t thrown to hit. The arm snakes around Ryoma’s neck, rough and heavy, pulling him down into a clinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a stubborn man...\"Ryoma thinks.\"I saw you kept using this under pressured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos leans his weight in, chest tight against him, forearm pressing, breath controlled. It isn’t clean boxing anymore. It’s survival, buying seconds where seconds matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even there, Ryoma doesn’t freeze. No space, no wind-up, just the twist of his spine, the snap of his left shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two compact piston hooks buries into the ribs, identical, driven into the same spot, precise and merciless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And another one from Ryoma’s right, the Dempsey short hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three compact body shots, each striking as Ramos draws breath, turning air into pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramos grunts softly, almost inaudible. His grip tightens instead of loosening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He senses another movement, and his instincts flares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shiiit... not even clinch can save me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The referee steps closer, but Ramos breaks the clinch first, shoving Ryoma away, and immediately takes three steps back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He breaks free?\" one commentator says. \"He went to the clinch to slow things down. That’s textbook. Buy time. Reset the body. Yet he couldn’t stay there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those short body blows...\" the other cuts in. \"They’re landing even in tight space. That’s bad news. You can see it. Ramos felt something coming and decided to disengage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And that tells you everything,\" the first adds. \"If the clinch isn’t safe anymore, then where does he recover?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly. Ryoma just took away the one place Ramos thought he could breathe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera catches Ramos stepping back, guard up, face composed. But the delay in his movement, the way his elbow drifts, tells a quieter story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those body shots matter,\" the second commentator says.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Ramos knows it,\" the first replies. \"That’s why he didn’t wait for the referee. He got out on his own.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which means this round just got a lot more dangerous for him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena grows quiet in a different way, attention sharpening as the picture becomes clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their young hero isn’t just surviving the Philippines Champion. He’s taking space from him; no safe space left in the ring, no corner, not even during clinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd feels it before they cheer. This isn’t a young fighter testing himself. It’s one who already belongs to this level.\u003C\u002Fp>",1548,"2026-06-02T11:09:26.935Z",1,"novelbin.me","9b4e3aaa2c2eca76b8924c6d4ec47cd3d329fec0818e7d67982cfd49dfac8bf3","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-379","vision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-chapter-377",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvision-grid-system-the-comeback-of-ryoma-takeda-cover.jpg"]