MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 574: Eyes of a King

PDD shook his arm out after.

Damon noticed it, then stepped away.

He kept moving. He didn't chase the moment. Instead, he circled back, watching carefully.

The opening exchange told him enough. PDD was fast but readable. Strong, but not too wild. Damon had already started downloading the rhythm.

He exhaled and slowed his steps.

Then he made the choice.

He activated the ability.

The change wasn't visual, it was mental. His focus snapped into place like a lens. His awareness expanded. He could feel the space around him like it was wired into his body.

The cage, the angles, the pressure, the gaps between movements, all of it made sense.

He didn't just see PDD. He felt where he was. How he moved. Where his weight was. Even when PDD stepped left, Damon could tell which foot carried the pressure without looking.

[King of the Cage Eye – Active]

There were no flashes or special effects. Just clarity.

Damon didn't smile or give anything away.

PDD didn't know anything had changed.

But Damon had just entered a different level.

And now, he was going to use it.

Damon kept circling.

He didn't even realize his steps were tighter, more calculated. His body moved like it already knew the map of the cage. He was absorbing.

'This is crazy, he thought', eyes locked on PDD.'I can see everything.'

PDD jabbed again. Damon didn't flinch. He saw the setup two steps before it happened. He shifted his lead foot outside and leaned his upper body just far enough to let the punch miss.

He threw a short right hand in return.

It looked like he aimed for the head.

But he didn't.

He missed on purpose, letting the strike land clean on PDD's forearm again, just like before.

The shot wasn't designed to end the fight. It was designed to stack damage.

PDD winced for a moment, and Damon immediately noticed a micro-shift in how he moved the arm afterward. He was keeping it lower now.

Right arm's wearing down already.

Damon kept the pressure, but didn't overextend. He took half a step back, watching closely.

PDD circled left. Damon saw it coming, saw the shift in the feet before the step even landed.

He matched the movement, cut him off, and stepped in with a low feint to draw out the next reaction.

PDD bit.

His guard lifted.

Damon didn't strike. He just read the reaction and stepped off to the angle.

He bites hard on low feints. High-level tension, but not enough composure.

Everything was mapped out now, distance, timing, weight distribution. Damon could feel the pressure of the cage wall even though he wasn't touching it.

He knew where he was in relation to every surface.

It was like fighting with a HUD no one else could see.

He exhaled through his nose and stayed calm.

The Eye didn't make decisions for him.

It just made everything clear.

And for the first time in a long while, Damon realized, he was fighting smarter than he ever had.

He was a smart fighter with good fighting IQ already, but this just made him god of the cage.

He stepped in again.

This time, he threw a clean, powerful right hook, fast and heavy. Not to the head.

It slammed into PDD's right forearm again, just above the wrist. The sound cracked through the cage like wood on steel.

PDD grunted, backing off. He dropped the arm lower, shaking it as he reset. His right guard was no longer centered. It was tilted, uneven, the glove barely hovering near his cheek.

The commentators reacted immediately.

"Wait a second… I think Damon's been targeting that same arm this whole time!"

"Oh, yeah, look at PDD's right arm! He's not holding it up properly anymore. And now it's too late."

Back in the cage, Damon didn't slow.

He feinted a leg kick, fast and deep. PDD dropped his stance to check it.

That's when Damon closed the distance.

He didn't kick. He stepped in behind the fake and launched a straight left, then a short right. PDD tried to guard, but the broken position left his chin open.

Damon stayed on him. A tight hook followed.

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Then, bam, an elbow over the top.

It landed flush.

PDD staggered, stumbling into the fence.

Damon saw PDD stumble back into the fence. He moved to follow, but the Eye was fading. The clarity that had carried him through the last minute began slipping. His vision narrowed. The instinctive flow dulled.

He knew what that meant.

The timer was done.

He didn't slow down. He dashed forward and jumped, throwing a flying knee aimed straight down the center. PDD reacted fast. He brought both arms up, tucking his chin. The knee collided with the guard, thudding into the forearms instead of the face.

As Damon came back down, his base loose from the air, PDD countered immediately.

He stepped in with a left hook to the ribs. It landed clean, enough to make Damon shift.

Then came a right uppercut. Damon moved his head but not fast enough, glove caught the edge of his chin.

PDD pressed forward. A jab snapped Damon's head back, followed by a right straight that grazed his shoulder as he backed off.

Another hook came from the left. Damon blocked it, but the pressure was building. PDD wasn't letting him breathe.

He went low, dropping into a level change and faked the takedown. Damon flinched just slightly, and PDD used that pause to fire a sharp knee up the middle. It brushed the body.

Then another right hand came over the top.

Damon blocked it with both arms and pivoted off the fence, finally creating space. He didn't answer yet. He needed one beat to recover.

The crowd was on their feet now.

The commentary lit up.

"PDD's coming alive! That was his best exchange yet!"

"He saw the opening after that knee! Damon landed clean earlier, but now he's under pressure!"

In the cage, Damon exhaled and reset his stance. The Eye was gone, but the fight wasn't.

It was just heating up.