The screen lit up with a ssic showdown between Cen Gustm and Ismael Desayen, a fight renowned in the UFA for its intensity and technical brilliance.


    Damon leaned forward, his focus sharpening as he studied every movement, searching for any gaps, any weaknesses in Gustm''s style.


    The bell rang, and the two fighters met in the middle of the cage. They danced with their feet, using both speed and power.


    As soon as Gustm got closer, he took an offensive stance and hit Desayen hard with quick feints and strong jabs.


    Desayen, taller and leaner, utilized his range, keeping his movements light and fluid, his guard high and reaction quick.


    Gustm darted in with a fast left hook, aiming to break through Desayen''s defense, but Desayen sidestepped with a fluid counter, sending a jab directly to Gustm''s face.


    Damon noticed how quickly Gustm shrugged it off, his expression calm, his gaze locked onto Desayen, ready to absorb any information he could use.


    ''He doesn''t flinch, He''s willing to take a hit to close the distance''


    Gustm moved in again and hit Desayen with a low kick that made him change his stance.


    Damon noted how each kick was calcted, aimed to disrupt Desayen''s bnce and timing. Desayen''s reaction time was fast, but Gustm had clearly studied him.


    Each strike seemed to push Desayen toward the cage, where Gustm could capitalize.


    The first round continued with both men exchanging heavy strikes, and Damon could see one of Gustm''s key strengths, his endurance.


    Even when Desayennded a quick one-twobo, Gustm brushed it off, keeping his defense tight and pressure constant.


    But Damon could also spot some gaps.


    ''He''s ovemitting on those hooks''


    And Desayen keeps slipping out to his left, exploiting that opening.


    Desayen''s strikes were precise and sharp, and he used his range advantage to hit Gustm at angles that were hard to counter.


    Gustm''s aggressive style meant he sometimes lunged in too close, leaving his side open to counters.


    In the second round, Gustm adjusted, tightening his guard and pacing himself.


    He threw a heavy leg kick that echoed through the arena, catching Desayen off-guard and visibly shaking his stance.


    Damon could see the strategy now: Gustm was wearing down Desayen''s mobility, aiming to restrict his movement and turn the fight into a close-range battle where his power could dominate.


    As Desayen tried to maintain distance, Gustm surged forward with a well-timed double jab, slipping Desayen''s counter andnding a clean uppercut to his chin.


    Desayen stumbled, briefly losing his bnce, but recovered quickly. Damon''s eyes narrowed.


    ''He''s good at finding the moment his opponent''s guard drops, Gustm isn''t just powerful, he''s patient when he needs to be.''


    As the third round began, both men were clearly getting tired. Gustm was moving a little more slowly, but Damon could tell he was still strong.


    Despite taking a few hard shots, he kept his form intact, his focus unbroken. Desayen, meanwhile, began to look frustrated, his punches bing wilder as he tried to keep Gustm at bay.


    Gustm seized the opportunity, ducking under one of Desayen''s wide hooks andunching a brutal body shot that visibly hurt Desayen.


    Damon noted the precision, how Gustm always targeted the torso after softening up the legs. It was a brutal but efficient way to drain an opponent''s stamina.


    But Damon spotted another vulnerability. When hemits to those body shots, he drops his guard up top, he noted. If his opponent''s quick enough, that''s an opening for a counter.


    ××Round 5××


    The final moments of the fight showed both fighters going all out, exchanging vicious blows.


    Desayen, realizing he was behind, threw a spinning back kick, which Gustm narrowly dodged, countering with a powerful overhand right that connected solidly, sending Desayen staggering backward.


    Gustm followed up, pressing his advantage with relentless punches, each aimed with precision.


    In the end, Desayen won the match by judges'' decision, his precision and strategy edging out Gustm''s relentless aggression.


    Damon watched the screen as it went ck before loading up the next fight.


    He shifted on the couch, settling in as he prepared to watch more of Gustm''s fights, studying every angle and pattern.


    A small smile yed on his lips as he muttered to himself, "Looks like I''m going to bedte today."


    He leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen, determined to uncover everything he could about his next opponent.


    Tonight was about learning, nning, and preparing to face a fighter as relentless as Gustm.


    As the final video ended and the screen went dark, Damon nced at the time, almost midnight. He stretched, feeling the fatigue in his muscles from both the long day and the intense focus he''d maintained while watching.


    One thing was certain: Gustm was going to be a challenge. The guy''s aggression, endurance, and technique would test every skill Damon had.


    But he felt a quiet confidence growing within him. He knew he could do well, especially with the preparation he''d already started.


    He stood, grabbing his empty te, and made his way to the kitchen.


    The quiet clinking of the te and water running in the sink filled the silence as he washed up, his mind still reying the fights.


    With a determined smile, he finished up, drying his hands and setting the te aside.


    Damon finished up with the dishes, letting the warm water rinse away any lingering thoughts about the fight.


    After setting thest te to dry, he wiped his hands and began switching off the lights around the house.


    With the room now dim, he slipped the sh drive back into his bag, making a mental note to return it to Victor the next day.


    He made his way to his room, where he pulled off his shirt and pants, tossing them aside as he sat on the edge of his bed.


    The coolness of the sheets felt grounding after the long day, and as he ran a hand through his hair, he felt the weight of everything sink in, his victory, his new opponents, the path forward.


    Damon had absorbed a wealth of information about Cen Gustm from the footage he''d watched.


    Sitting back, he ran through everything he''d learned, carefully piecing together a mental profile of his uing opponent.