As soon as the referee signaled for the fight to continue, both fighters rushed ahead. There was no more doubt. No more plans. Pure, strong aggression.
Niklas, despite his clearly compromised arm, swung first, a stiff right hand that cracked against Demaien's jaw.
Demaien barely flinched.
He fired back immediately, a sharp left hook that sent Niklas stumbling for a moment, but he refused to back down.
The two young warriors stood toe to toe, planting their feet and letting their fists fly.
Irish Commentator: "Oh, they're just standing in front of each other! This is madness!"
Polish Commentator: "Technique is out the window! It's all heart now!"
Niklas threw another wild right hook. Demaien ate it and returned fire with a brutal uppercut, snapping Niklas's head back.
The Polish fighter spat out, but his eyes burned with defiance. He gritted his teeth and came forward again, swinging with recklessness.
The crowd was in a frenzy.
