MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat

Chapter 290 Damon Cross Vs. Mikal Tereira III

The kick came out very quickly, and the change went smoothly.

The crowd let out gasps when Damon's shin hit Mikal's head. The crack of the impact could be heard over the noise.

"OH MY GOD!" Jim shouted. "What a head kick from Damon Cross! That was insane!"

Demien's voice joined the chaos. "Are you kidding me? The timing, the balance, that's next-level striking! Mikal didn't see that coming at all!"

Massive cheers came from the crowd when Damon's shin hit Mikal in the side of the face.

The force of the impact sent a visible jolt through Mikal's body, his movements stiffening and freezing mid-motion.

For a moment, it was as if time itself paused, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

Then, BAM!

When Mikal fell to the canvas, his body hit the ground with a loud thud that shook the arena.

If the crowd had popped when Damon's kick hit, they exploded now.

The excitement in the arena was through the roof.

When fans realized Damon had done it, they jumped to their feet, screamed, and cheered.

People even in Damon's team were shocked. Victor, who usually kept his cool, stood still for a split second with his mouth open before erupting in joy.

Ty slammed his hands on the cage and yelled, "That's how it's done!"

Damon stood there, his chest rising and falling as he absorbed the moment.

His hands slowly dropped to his sides as he took a step back, his eyes fixed on Mikal's still form.

He didn't need to follow up, he knew it was over.

The referee dove in, waving off the fight as medical staff rushed to check on Mikal.

Demien Korvier chimed in, his voice filled with awe. "Jim, I've seen a lot of knockouts in my day, but that was special. The way he set it up with that fake knee, the precision of that kick—it was flawless. This kid is something else."

The crowd continued their wild applause as Damon climbed the cage, pounding his chest and pointing to his corner.

His team erupted in celebration, their voices joining the chaos in the arena.

Damon hopped down, the adrenaline still coursing through him as Deuce approached for the post-fight interview.

"Let's hear what he has to say," Jim said eagerly. "I can't wait to hear his thoughts after that performance."

After the crushing knockout, Damon walked over to Mikal, who was now standing up but clearly still recovering.

Damon leaned in a little and extended his hand. He looked at him with real respect.

Mikal took his hand, shaking it firmly before pulling Damon into a brief shoulder bump.

The crowd cheered at the display of sportsmanship, the respect between the two fighters evident.

Despite the outcome, Mikal gave Damon a nod, acknowledging the skill that had ended the fight so decisively.

It was safe to say Damon had completely dismantled Mikal.

Mikal Tereira, known for his wild, unpredictable style, his spinning kicks, cartwheels, and audacious flying knees, was a fan favorite for his willingness to take risks.

His goofy yet thrilling moves often left crowds on the edge of their seats. Discover stories with empire

But there was no room for act tonight. Damon's accuracy and focus had shut down any opportunity for Mikal's creativity to shine.

He had ended the fight before Mikal could even get into his rhythm, solidifying his status as one of the division's most dangerous rising stars.

Actually, scratch "rising star" Damon knew he was already a star. At least, that's what he believed.

And why wouldn't he? Ever since stepping into the UFA, he had systematically dismantled every opponent placed in front of him. Each victory, each finish, only solidified his reputation.

His confidence wasn't arrogance, it was earned. And right now, after delivering one of the most spectacular knockouts of the year, his self-belief was at its peak.

As Damon walked back to his corner, his hand raised in acknowledgment of the roaring crowd.