"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Before each kick, Damon let out a strong breath. He then launched a powerful kick against the heavy bag.
Every hit shook the bag with a loud "BAM," and his force made the bag move back and forth.
His form was solid, textbook Muay Thai, even. His kicks were strong and precise, but there was something missing.
Each strike required him to pause and reset, his balance shifting before he could deliver the next blow. It wasn't sloppy, far from it.
In fact, to the untrained eye, it would look seamless.
But Damon knew better.
Kru Wichan, leaning against a nearby post, watched silently, his sharp eyes missing nothing.
Damon hit with a single powerful kick, but Wichan had already shown a smooth chain of strikes, with one kick moving right into the next.
There was a rhythm to Wichan's movements, an artistry Damon couldn't yet replicate.
Uniqueness.