I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 14

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Unaware of His Combat Genius, He Gets Bullied — Episode 14
Thud!
The moment his back struck the mat, Seo Jun did not panic.
Instead, his mind went sharp and cold, as if ice water had been poured over it.
The Dome Arena’s lights flooded his vision.
And Cho Min Seong’s crushing weight pressed down on his chest.
Seo Jun instinctively controlled his breathing and locked his legs tight around his opponent’s thighs in a Half Guard.
‘Don’t try to force your way out with strength when you’re pinned.’
Advice Do Yoon had hammered into his ears through hundreds of rolls together.
‘Ground Fighting is about space. Shrimp Escape with a hip thrust, then find the Cage wall behind you at all costs. Using the Wall Walk to push off the metal fence—that’s your only way out.’
Seo Jun placed both hands against Cho Min Seong’s hips, creating a frame.
Simultaneously, he snapped his hips outward sharply, trying to create space.
But.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
With Cho Min Seong’s bestial growl, the pressure from his top Position intensified viciously in an instant.
Cho Min Seong pressed his chin down hard against Seo Jun’s chest while driving his left shoulder forward in a brutal Cross Face that crushed into Seo Jun’s face.
“Ugh!”
His face contorted; his airway was strangled by the sickening pressure.
Under the elite wrestler’s densely distributed weight, Seo Jun’s movements came to a grinding halt.
“Got drunk on throwing strikes and lost your mind, didn’t you?”
Cho Min Seong brought his mouth close to Seo Jun’s ear, his tone dripping with mockery.
It was a blatant attempt to shatter Seo Jun’s composure.
“Your striking days are done. From here on, you’ll suffocate, take a beating, and tap out for me.”
But Seo Jun’s eyes didn’t waver in the slightest.
He blocked out the taunts ringing in his ears entirely, channeling all his focus onto tracking his opponent’s weight distribution.
[Incredible top pressure from Cho Min Seong! Seo Jun’s face is being deformed!]
[What perfect Balance—the hallmark of a wrestler! If Seo Jun tries to force an escape, he’ll only burn through his stamina!]
The commentators’ urgent analysis sent the YouTube chat into a frenzy.
-Wow, that wrestling pressure is suffocating
-Look at Seo Jun’s face all squished. That’d break anyone’s mental.
-This is the limit of a one-tool striker. Once you hit the ground, you become a punching bag.
-Is Cho Min Seong just trash-talking the whole time?
-They should mic up the fighters too lol.
Contrary to the chat’s anxiety, Seo Jun remained ice-cold in his calculation.
The instant Cho Min Seong lifted his upper body slightly to begin Pounding.
Seo Jun seized that hairline gap and drove his arm deep into the space beneath Cho Min Seong’s armpit.
A perfect Underhook.
“You bastard!”
The moment the Underhook was in, Cho Min Seong’s Balance wavered microscopically.
Seo Jun leveraged that momentum, rotated his hips, and attempted a Sweep.
In that instant, Cho Min Seong’s eyes flashed with recognition.
‘Dare to scramble on my ground?’
Cho Min Seong instantly locked a Whizzer Grip with the arm on the Underhook side, clamping down hard on Seo Jun’s shoulder.
In the same breath, he yanked his right knee sharply free from Seo Jun’s entanglement and scraped his leg across the mat in a smooth glide.
Slick!
[Slide Pass! Cho Min Seong breaks through the Guard in one motion!]
[This is dangerous! He’s completely into Side Control now!]
Having neutralized Seo Jun’s resistance, Cho Min Seong slid fluidly into position beside him.
He settled his full weight onto Seo Jun’s chest in a merciless Side Control.
“Nngh—”
The pressure felt as if his ribs might crack.
Cho Min Seong raised his knee over Seo Jun’s face, blocking his vision, while simultaneously beginning to snake and bind Seo Jun’s right arm.
His abnormally long limbs twisted into a grotesque angle, aimed at destroying Seo Jun’s elbow Joint.
A vicious setup designed to wrench out either an Armbar or an Americana Lock.
And yet, in that moment of absolute peril.
‘Use information your opponent doesn’t have.’
Jin Hyuk’s cynical voice flashed through Seo Jun’s mind like lightning, sitting crooked at the edge of memory.
The confident expression on Cho Min Seong’s face now in view.
And those long arms of his, pouring his full body weight into breaking Seo Jun’s right arm.
In that moment, another scene overlapped across Seo Jun’s vision.
On the worn mat of Team Jujak Gym.
Jin Hyuk’s expression as he stared in confusion, pupils wavering, despite having locked in a perfect Armbar while gripping Seo Jun’s arm—yet no tap came.
‘He doesn’t know I can endure Joint Locks.’
Submission—Cho Min Seong’s most formidable weapon.
That it would fail was a deformed secret known only to the Team Jujak family.
Seo Jun’s mouth corner curled faintly above the Mouthpiece.
He released the tension in his right arm that had been thrashing to escape.
As if surrendering, he willingly pushed his arm deeper into the opponent’s Joint Lock trap.
“Got it!”
Cho Min Seong executed the Armbar with a triumphant cry.

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Smooth as silk.
Cho Min Seong’s legs, wound like a serpent’s coils, crushed Seo Jun’s neck and chest with precision.
Leveraging the fulcrum principle, Cho Min Seong wrenched Seo Jun’s right arm taut between his own thighs.
A perfect Cross Lock.
The moment MMA’s most lethal Joint Lock—the Armbar—was perfected.
[Ah! He’s in! Cho Min Seong’s Armbar is locked perfectly!]
The caster’s despairing cry tore through the speakers.
[The arm is completely extended! At that angle, the ligaments are already on the verge of snapping!]
[It’s over! Seo Jun, if you hold on any longer your arm will break! You need to tap!]
The commentary team declared the match finished.
-Ah, the kid’s getting torn apart on the ground after all.
-Give a grappler your legs and that’s it.
-He can’t escape from that. Tap before your arm snaps.
-The tragic end of a one-dimensional striker lol
-The guy who knocked it out in nine seconds is taking a Submission in round one.
YouTube’s chat erupted in mockery and sympathy alike.
An elite striker had surrendered his arm to a Ground Fighting master.
By any measure, the fight was already over.
“Tap! Before your arm breaks!”
Cho Min Seong wrenched Seo Jun’s arm back with a snarl.
It was the roar of certain victory.
Whoosh.
The referee dropped urgently to the Cage floor.
He needed to monitor the fighter’s condition when a Joint Lock went deep and forcibly stop the match if danger arose.
The camera lens zoomed in enormously on the referee’s and Seo Jun’s faces.
“Do you yield? Are you tapping?”
The referee looked into Seo Jun’s eyes and asked loudly.
This was the moment when he should have been screaming and pounding the mat.
Yet the face on screen was uncannily serene.
“No.”
A calm voice emerged from between lips clamped tight around the Mouthpiece.
The brow that should have been twisted in agony remained perfectly straight, and his breathing hadn’t wavered at all.
“…What?”
An dumbfounded sound escaped Cho Min Seong’s mouth as both his legs pinned Seo Jun’s upper body.
Time was passing.
A properly executed Armbar should produce a tap or a break within five seconds.
Yet five, six, seven seconds elapsed, and Seo Jun remained intact, staring calmly up at Cho Min Seong from the mat.
[Wait, what? Seo Jun isn’t tapping!]
The caster’s voice wavered with alarm.
[The angle is completely bent! It’s beyond normal human joint range!]
[Is he not feeling pain at that angle? Seo Jun’s expression hasn’t changed at all!]
-???
-What? Why didn’t it break?
-Is he a mollusk? That angle is insane ㄷㄷ
-Look at Cho Min Seong’s shock lol
The chat that had been spiraling upward flipped entirely in an instant.
While everyone reeled at the impossible turn, the one gripped by the greatest shock and terror was the one applying the technique itself—Cho Min Seong.

‘Why won’t it break? Why not!’
Cho Min Seong’s eyes trembled wildly, as though an earthquake had torn through them.
He snapped his hips upward and wrenched down on Seo Jun’s arm with every ounce of strength he possessed.
Yet Seo Jun’s elbow simply bent with fluid grace, like a drawn bowstring, refusing to snap or give.
An eerie flexibility—not a single crack or pop.
The opponent’s most formidable weapon proved utterly useless against him.
That realization shattered Cho Min Seong’s cold, elite composure into fragments.
“You—you sick bastard…!”
Cho Min Seong’s face flushed crimson, his jaw clenching involuntarily.
The winning formula he’d believed locked down perfectly lay before him, systematically dismantled.
His hips shifted with a barely perceptible tremor, his lower body’s balance collapsing.
It was in that infinitesimal moment.
Whip!
With his right arm still trapped, Seo Jun rotated his torso.
It was a dangerous maneuver, but a flexibility bordering on invertebrate allowed it to work.
“Huh?”
A shadow fell across Cho Min Seong’s head, cast by the object he’d locked down so firmly.
The moment Cho Min Seong lifted his gaze to identify the shadow’s source—
Crack-!!
The fist came down directly onto his face.
The physical damage was minimal.
Thrown from a supine position with only the torso rotating, the punch lacked the weight to drive through.
There was no real damage to be had from a strike like that.
But that was only speaking of physical damage.
‘What the—’
The psychological damage was another story entirely.
The shock of his trump card failing to land, the hollow realization rippling through him.
That precise psychological blow, struck with surgical accuracy, made Cho Min Seong’s grip slip without conscious thought.
[Aah—! Cho Min Seong has lost his grip!]
[The psychological impact of the unexpected situation appears to be severe!]
It was the moment Seo Jun’s freed arm began his counterattack.

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