He didn't just punch back; he countered . It was a fluid motion—a dip of the shoulder and a short, explosive hook that caught Viktor right on the chin. The big man’s legs turned to jelly.
But the real "counterpunch" didn't happen in the ring. It happened two weeks later. Counterpunch
His opponent, a mountain of a man named Viktor, threw a haymaker that could have decapitated a bull. Elias didn’t flinch. He slipped the punch by a fraction of an inch, the wind of the glove whistling past his ear. In that heartbeat of overextension, Elias saw it: the opening. He didn't just punch back; he countered