Jungo recovered quickly from the surprise of his first attack being countered. "Lucky dodge," he growled, rotating his shoulder to shake off the numbing sensation. "Won't happen again."
Luther didn't respond with words. His body language had completely transformed. The crowd, initially jeering at him, fell into a confused murmur as they sensed the shift.
Jungo charged again, this time with a more measured approach. He threw quick jabs followed by a powerful hook. Luther weaved through them like water, his movements efficient and precise. When Jungo overextended on a punch, Luther stepped inside his guard and delivered three rapid strikes to his ribs.
The crowd gasped. Jungo stumbled back, his face contorted with surprise and pain.
"What's wrong? Can't hit what you can't catch?" He taunted, bouncing lightly on his feet. His eyes never left Jungo's, reading every intention before it manifested.