I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 11

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Fighting Prodigy Doesn’t Know It — Gets Bullied Instead 011
—Whoa, Axis Korea Rookies 9-second knockout direct cam just dropped.
—The form is insane. You see how that guy’s chin snapped back? Total provocation.
—A striking expert’s here. That wasn’t a fluke. He read the opponent’s shoulder opening all the way through, slipped with a perfect weave, planted his rear foot, twisted his hips flawlessly, and threw a textbook Counter. His tracking speed is genuinely monstrous.
—Why’s the Rookies tournament so stacked today? Who does that guy fight for?
The fighting community’s reaction ignited in seconds.
As the YouTube clip spread, Seo Jun’s short, explosive debut became the talk of the scene overnight.
But Seo Jun himself sat calmly on a medical bed in the Medical Room.
“Pupil response normal. Blood pressure and heart rate are very stable.”
The tournament doctor finished his examination and nodded while signing the chart.
“No damage whatsoever. Doctor Check passed. You’re cleared for the next round.”
“Thank you.”
Seo Jun bowed his head matter-of-factly.
Axis Korea Rookies was a Multi-day Tournament event held over two days.
To prevent injury, Axis had developed their own thick amateur-grade Foam Gloves, which all fighters used.
But no matter how good the equipment, a bad cut or serious injury meant automatic disqualification from the Doctor Check.
As Seo Jun stepped out of the Medical Room, Do Yun, leaning against the wall, smirked.
“Don’t you ever feel nervous?”
“I do, though.”
“Bull. Your heart rate was like an old man taking a leisurely stroll.”
Do Yun shook his head in disbelief.
He was a rookie, stepping into the Cage for the first time in his life.
Yet his composure already surpassed that of a veteran fighter seasoned by countless battles.
“Coach, we fight from preliminaries all the way to finals over these two days?”
“No. Today’s up to the semifinals. Tomorrow’s the grand finale.”
Do Yun tapped Seo Jun’s shoulder.
“The tournament champion signs a formal contract with Axis Korea.”
“A formal contract?”
“Right. You drop the amateur label and get a Pro License—real money, real fights.”
A professional fighter.
The weight of that phrase flickered subtly in Seo Jun’s eyes.
As the two walked down the corridor toward the waiting room, the stares around them had shifted unmistakably.
“Isn’t that him? The 9-second knockout?”
“He’s from Team Jujak. His striking form is no joke.”
Managers from rival gyms and talent brokers openly sized up Seo Jun, licking their lips.
A single fight.
A single punch had completely transformed Seo Jun’s standing.

* * *
An hour later.
Seo Jun, scheduled for the Round of 32, came down from the Cage without throwing a single punch.
“Opponent withdraws due to fractured ribs! Seo Jun advances to the Round of 16!”
His opponent had failed the Doctor Check after sustaining an injury in the preliminaries.
Conserving his energy, Seo Jun plunged straight into the next match.
“Fight!”
The moment the referee’s signal dropped, his opponent rushed in aggressively, mixing in Takedowns.
The plan was to avoid a Striking exchange, wary of Seo Jun’s opening-round Counter.
But.
‘Sloppy.’
Seo Jun’s lower body slipped back with fluid timing.
A perfect Sprawl.
His opponent’s extended arms cut through empty air, and his center of gravity collapsed.
Smack!
“Ugh!”
Seo Jun’s knee lifted gently into the face of his now-descending opponent.
A dull impact echoed as his opponent crumpled to the Cage floor.
Another first-round Knockout victory.
The semifinals came next.
“Red corner fighter withdraws!”
Having watched Seo Jun’s brutal finish twice in a row, his opponent lost his nerve and threw in the towel.
An absurd walkover allowed Seo Jun to advance to the semifinals with ease.

* * *
“Phew.”
Inside the Cage, semifinal match.
This opponent was different from the ones before.
Wary of Seo Jun’s striking, he clamped both arms tight around his face and held nothing but a turtle’s shell defense, rooted in place.
‘No openings—that’s the idea.’
The crowd jeered from the stands, but the man circled methodically along the cage perimeter, footwork only.
Yet Seo Jun’s grotesquely keen eyes hunted relentlessly through the dense guard, probing for hairline cracks.
Whoosh.
Seo Jun drove his front foot deep, closing the distance sharply.
The opponent reflexively hunched his upper body, tightening his guard even more.
Stance locked entirely on facial defense.
In that instant, Seo Jun’s right shoulder dropped.
Shwick!
A weighted fist surged upward from below.
A razor-sharp Uppercut that drove through the narrow seam between the guards.
Crack!
“Ugh…!”
The man’s chin snapped up, his rigid facial guard suddenly wide open.
Seo Jun did not miss that single, fleeting moment.
He threaded the recoil of the Uppercut straight through his hips, driving a merciless rear-hand Straight home.
Thud!!
With a heavy crack of impact, the opponent’s eyes rolled back and he crumpled to the mat.
“Stop! Match over!”
The referee’s urgent call.
The stands and officials’ section erupted in wild cheers simultaneously.
Four matches in a single day.
Having demolished three of them with overwhelming striking, Seo Jun had instantly become the tournament’s brightest star.

* * *
Day one of the Rookies tournament was drawing to a close.
Having finished all his bouts, Seo Jun changed into comfortable training clothes and took a seat in one corner of the stands.
In the Cage, a high school division lightweight quarterfinal was underway.
It was Tae Su’s match—with Do Yun cornering him.
“Hook! Hook!”
Tae Su threw a one-two through ragged breaths, but his movements were sluggish.
The aftermath of his weight cut still unrecovered, his footwork visibly flat and dead.
Seo Jun was intently watching the octagon when—
Thump.
Someone dropped heavily into the empty seat directly beside him.
Seo Jun turned his head.
A boy a full head shorter than himself.
Yet despite his slight frame, he dangled a pair of grotesquely long arms that nearly reached his knees—swinging them loosely.
“That one in the red shorts—same team as you, right?”
The boy gestured toward Tae Su with his chin, speaking casually.
“Yes. Though—”
“His lower body’s completely floating. Weight cut aftermath, or did he burn out his gas tank grinding through these matches back-to-back? He’s about to get dragged to the ground like that.”
The boy’s offhand murmur.
Seo Jun’s brow tightened slightly.
It was a precise observation. Tae Su’s striking form was large, but he had no lower-body balance whatsoever.
“Who are you?”
“Me? Just passing through, watching. Ah, I should go now.”
The boy rustled up from his seat.
He turned and grinned slyly.
“I’m betting my lunch he taps out in ten seconds.”
The boy hummed as he descended the bleacher stairs.
Seo Jun felt an eerie sense of familiarity as he turned his gaze back to the Cage.
Snap!
Bang!
Dodging Tae Su’s heavy fist, his opponent drove a deep Takedown between his legs.
Tae Su’s balance shattered, and he crashed helplessly onto the mat.
A fluid Ground Fighting exchange followed.
His opponent’s legs wrapped around Tae Su’s neck, completing a flawless Arm Bar grip.
“Argh! Tap! Tap!”
Tae Su’s hand rapped the floor in harsh, desperate strikes.
It had taken exactly ten seconds from the moment the man left his seat.
‘This isn’t an ordinary match.’
Seo Jun’s eyes narrowed to sharp, predatory slits.
The vanished man’s unusually long reach lodged itself deep in his mind.

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As evening fell.
Do Yun’s car, which had just dropped off a subdued Tae Su, headed toward Team Jujak Gym.
“Good work today. Congratulations on making the finals.”
“Thank you.”
The gymnasium stood empty.
Do Yun powered up the office computer and brought up the large monitor display.
“Your opponent tomorrow—there’s a clip of him on YouTube. Let’s do a quick analysis before we go.”
As he hit play, two fighters appeared in the Cage on screen.
Seo Jun’s eyes widened slightly.
‘That guy.’
The short man who’d spoken to him from the stands.
His bizarrely long arms, reaching down to his knees, stood out vividly even through the screen.
“Name’s Jo Min Seong. Nineteen years old.”
Do Yun folded his arms and continued in a grave tone.
“Height 165, but his reach is over 180—a grotesquely abnormal frame. But you know what’s really terrifying?”
On screen, Jo Min Seong slipped his opponent’s punch with a light bob, then seized the man’s waist in one fluid motion with those long arms and drove him to the mat.
The ensuing Ground Fighting was suffocating and deliberate—like a spider binding its prey.
“From the preliminaries through the semifinals today. He hasn’t thrown a single strike.”
……
“Every match ends in Submission within the first round, under a minute. He’s a pure Grappler.”
On screen, his opponent lay unconscious, mouth foaming, his neck fully locked.
“To put it plainly—your matchup with him is the worst possible.”
Seo Jun’s gaze shifted to Do Yun.
Do Yun returned his look with the finality of a judge handing down a verdict.
“Tomorrow, the moment you get pulled down to the Ground, the fight is over. Keep that in your head.”
He would face the worst possible opponent in the finals.

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