I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 32

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The Fighting Prodigy Nobody Knew — Episode 032
Axis Korea Stadium.
The heat erupted before the match even began.
The stands were already packed solid.
Light poured down over the Octagon.
From one side, Seo-Jun’s name detonated.
“Baek Seo-Jun!”
“End this!”
From the other side, calls for Hwang Dae-Geon mixed in.
“Hwang Dae-Geon!”
“Show us what you’ve got!”
Jeers and cheers tangled together.
Inside the Cage.
Seo-Jun stood in his corner, centering his breath.
Across from him.
Hwang Dae-Geon swayed his upper body side to side, grinning.
His tattoos gleamed under the lights.
The commentators’ voices carried across the arena.
[Here we go! The main event of the KCR Featherweight Quarterfinals! Baek Seo-Jun versus Hwang Dae-Geon!]
[The narrative around these two is extraordinary. Old rivalries, divided opinion, and a direct collision on the mat.]
[Seo-Jun has three consecutive 1st Round KOs. Dae-Geon is known for his unorthodox Brawling and his remarkable chin.]
The Referee called both fighters to center.
Seo-Jun walked out.
Hwang Dae-Geon ambled toward him at his ease.
They faced each other.
Hwang Dae-Geon let out a low laugh.
“Nervous?”
Seo-Jun didn’t answer.
The Referee’s eyes moved between them.
“Follow the rules. Follow my instructions. Keep it clean.”
Hwang Dae-Geon nodded as if he cared.
“Yeah, yeah.”
Seo-Jun answered shortly.
“Understood.”
“Glove Touch.”
Seo-Jun didn’t extend his fist.
Hwang Dae-Geon didn’t extend his either.
They simply turned and walked back to their respective corners.
The crowd noise swelled.
Do Yun spoke from outside the corner.
“First thirty seconds. Don’t let emotion take hold.”
Seo-Jun nodded.
“Right.”
“He’s not here to fight. He’s here to destroy you.”
“I know.”
“Then watch him colder than ice.”
The Referee confirmed both fighters.
He raised his hand.
Silence fell for an instant.
Ding!
The bell for Round One sounded.
Hwang Dae-Geon stepped forward first.
His guard was completely down.
His chin hung open.
He strode to center with both arms hanging loose and sprawling.
“Come on then.”
Seo-Jun raised his guard tight.
He pulled his chin back.
He lowered his knees.
He moved step by step toward center.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s feet.
His shoulders.
His hands.
His eyes.
I’d seen it all.
The distance closed.
The two of us stood close enough for our fists to touch.
Then.
Hwang Dae-Geon suddenly extended his right hand.
He stretched his fist forward.
A Glove Touch.
The gesture meant to start fair and square.
The crowd stirred briefly.
My eyebrow twitched, just barely.
‘Now?’
I was confused.
But my hands reacted.
A quick tap, then I’d pull back immediately.
That’s what I thought.
My left hand moved forward.
Just before the Gloves touched.
His hand clamped down hard.
He yanked my wrist toward him.
“Got you.”
The pull.
My torso lurched forward.
My guard opened for a split second.
His left shoulder rotated first.
And then.
Crack!
A Straight shot drove into my face.
The impact tore through my nose and lips.
My head snapped backward.
My feet scraped the mat.
My body twisted.
The crowd erupted.
“Ooooooh!”
“What the hell!”
“That’s a coward’s move!”
Hwang Dae-Geon laughed.
“Still so naive.”
I stepped back two paces.
The taste of iron spread through my mouth.
My vision blurred for a moment.
[Ah! Player Hwang Dae-Geon! Right after the match began, he baited with a Glove Touch and then launched a surprise attack!]
[This is a despicable sneak attack that violates sportsmanship! This is clearly going to be controversial!]
[Shouldn’t the Referee issue a warning? The crowd is booing intensely!]
The Referee’s eyes widened.
But the match didn’t stop.
The bell had already sounded.
It wasn’t a clear foul.
A dirty trick.
But one that happened inside the Cage.
I raised my guard again.
Do Yun’s voice cut through from the corner.
“Baek Seo-Jun!”
My eyes turned toward Do Yun.
His expression wasn’t angry.
It was vicious.
But not directed at Hwang Dae-Geon.
was directed straight at Seo-Jun.
“Get your head in the game!”
Seo-Jun’s jaw tightened.
Do Yun gripped the cage, his voice a growl.
“The match starts the moment that bell rings!”
Jeers still shook the stadium.
Do Yun’s voice cut through them all.
“Caught off guard by an ambush anyone could see coming!”
Hwang Dae-Geon laughed, a low chuckle.
Seo-Jun closed his bloodied lips.
Do Yun’s words landed cold and hard.
“You’re still too green.”
Seo-Jun’s eyes dimmed.
The blow had caught his face.
But what cut deeper was that sentence.
Still too green.
Seo-Jun exhaled slowly.
Hwang Dae-Geon spread his arms wide.
“Why? Ready to eat another one?”

* * *
Hwang Dae-Geon didn’t let up.
Right after driving in that opening Straight.
He kept pushing forward.
Heavy strides.
Still no guard.
His arms swung wide at his sides.
Hwang Dae-Geon grinned.
“You need to get hit again before you remember?”
Seo-Jun backpedaled.
The taste of blood flooded his mouth.
His nose stung.
His vision wobbled for an instant, then cleared.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s right hand came around in a wide arc.
Whoosh—!
Less like combat, more like swinging a club.
A wide trajectory.
Raw power.
But fast.
Seo-Jun raised his guard tight.
Thud!
His forearm rang with impact.
The shock traveled up to his shoulder.
Immediately after came a left hook.
Bang!
This time his opposite guard gave way.
Seo-Jun’s body was driven toward the cage.
Hwang Dae-Geon pressed on without pause, like a man who’d forgotten how to breathe.
Right hand.
Left hand.
Right hand again.
Thud! Thud! Bang!
Punches rained down like a downpour.
They weren’t precise Combinations.
Not the measured jab-and-Straight of technical boxing.
Just pure wild swinging.
Like a beast.
Until the opponent fell.
The crowd stirred.
[Hwang Dae-Geon! An absolutely fierce rush right from the start!]
[His form is rough, but the power is immense! If you keep absorbing those with your guard, your arms will give out first!]
Hwang Dae-Geon’s shoulder rolled wide.
Left hook.
Seo-Jun tucked his chin deeper.
Thack!
His guard pressed against his face.
The impact rattled his head.
In that moment, Hwang Dae-Geon’s shoulder drove into Seo-Jun’s chest.
Bang!
Seo-Jun’s back struck the cage.
The metal mesh rippled.
Hwang Dae-Geon pressed his face forward.
“Just like middle school.”
Seo-Jun didn’t answer.
He tightened his guard further.
Hiding his forehead.
Closing his jaw.
Tucking his elbows tight.
He curled into himself like a turtle.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s fists poured down from above.
Thack!
His ribs.
Bang!
Over the guard.
Thack!
Between the elbows.
“Hide.”
Hwang Dae-Geon laughed low.
“That suits you best.”
Seo-Jun’s eyes were on the other side of the guard.
Dark, narrow space.
Between the gloves and his arms.
Through that gap, Hwang Dae-Geon’s body appeared.
His shoulders.
His chest.
His elbows.
His feet.
The sound was deafening.
The crowd’s jeers.
The commentators’ excited voices.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s breathing.
Fists crashing into the guard.
But Seo-Jun pushed all of it away.
‘Recovery.’
First, he had to clear the damage.
The impact from that surprise Straight still lingered.
If he counterattacked now, he’d be too slow.
His body would move slower than his eyes.
So he endured.
Bang!
Hwang Dae-Geon’s right hand crashed into the guard again.
His arm went numb.
But Seo-Jun’s eyes didn’t close.
It wasn’t fear.
It wasn’t confusion either.
Eyes cold and still.
Those eyes scanned Hwang Dae-Geon through the gap in the guard.
‘His right hand — his shoulder lifts first.’
Whoosh—!
A right hook passed through.
‘His left hand plants first with a step.’
Bang!
A left hook exploded against the guard.
‘His arms are long.’
‘The return is long too.’
‘His weight shifts forward after impact.’
Seo-Jun drew his breath short and sharp.
Hwang Dae-Geon kept throwing.
But little by little, it became clear.
Within the storm of fists, there were gaps.
His ribs opened while he swung.
After his shoulder turned, his chin was exposed.
After a heavy hook, his feet lag.
That single beat.
Seo-Jun’s eyes shifted.
Left.
Right.
Back to left.
Hwang Dae-Geon didn’t notice.
He thought Seo-Jun had frozen solid.
He thought he’d retreated into that same crouch as before.
“Hey.”
Hwang Dae-Geon pulled his right hand back hard.
“How much longer are you going to hide?”
In that instant.
Seo-Jun saw it.
The right shoulder lifted.
The hips opened first.
The feet lagged.
A heavy fist.
A heavy gap.
Seo-Jun’s toes pressed against the mat.
He didn’t retreat yet.
Just a moment more.
Once more.
Until the opening came for certain.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s fist came crashing down like a storm again.
And within that storm.
Seo-Jun’s vision grew sharper still.

* * *
His breath returned.
The initial shock wore away, bit by bit.
The numbness in his nose faded.
The taste of blood lingered in his mouth.
But his eyes grew clearer.
Thump!
Hwang Dae-Geon’s right hook landed on the guard.
Seo-Jun’s arms gave.
But his body no longer swayed.
Bang!
A left hook.
He took this one too.
The impact was hard.
Still, he read it.
‘Heavy.’
Hwang Dae-Geon’s fists were weighted.
But they were too large.
The shoulder lifted first.
The hip opened first.
His footwork arrived late.
If he got hit, it would be dangerous.
But if he dodged, the opening would be there.
Hwang Dae-Geon didn’t know that.
Or rather, he believed it didn’t matter even if he did.
Because he trusted his chin.
Because he believed his opponent would fear him even after taking the blow and still coming forward.
“Keep running.”
Hwang Dae-Geon bared his teeth.
“And it’ll all be over.”
He stepped forward again.
Seo-Jun’s back was still close to the cage.
He had nowhere left to retreat.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s eyes gleamed.
He meant to finish it.
With a double hook to shatter the guard.
Driving his head through the opening.
Cutting off Seo-Jun’s breath.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s right foot planted deep.
His shoulder rolled back.
His arm rose high.
Like throwing a baseball.
An Overhand with his entire body behind it.
The arc was wide.
Too wide.
Even the crowd could see it coming.
[Dae-Geon’s going for it big!]
[If this connects, it’s dangerous!]
In that instant.
Seo-Jun’s guard opened.
Do Yun’s eyes flashed.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s fist came down in a hammer.
Whoosh—!
The air split.
Seo-Jun didn’t step back.
He twisted his body.
His left shoulder folded inward.
His head vanished beneath the fist.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s Overhand carved through empty space.
As that massive fist passed by.
Seo-Jun’s right hand came up.
It was clean.
No wide swing.
No splayed elbow.
Feet.
Hips.
Shoulder.
And fist.
All connected in half a beat.
Crack!
It landed flush on Hwang Dae-Geon’s chin.
The sound wasn’t loud.
But it went deep.
His jaw snapped sideways.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s head whipped around.
The tattooed neck twisted violently.
The crowd’s roar died in an instant.
Hwang Dae-Geon didn’t fall.
His legs held.
Both feet seemed frozen to the mat.
He forced his head to turn.
His eyes fixed on Baek Seo-Jun.
Venom pooled in his gaze.
“This bastard…….”
The words never finished.
The impact arrived late.
Electricity sparked from his jaw, shaking his brain.
Hwang Dae-Geon’s pupils trembled.
His knees buckled.
His entire body responded belatedly.
The frame that had stood rigid tilted sharply.
Thud.
One foot slipped backward.
The other tangled.
Hwang Dae-Geon swayed like a dead tree.
He threw his arms out, fighting to anchor himself.
But his eyes had already lost focus.
The crowd erupted.
“Yesssss!”
“He got him!”
“It landed!”
The commentators’ voices tore through the stadium.
[Ahhh—! A perfect clean hit from Baek Seo-Jun!!]
[The chin monster Hwang Dae-Geon is in trouble!!]
[It was so quick! As the big Overhand sailed wide, Seo-Jun slipped inside and planted a short hook directly on his jaw!]
Hwang Dae-Geon still didn’t fall.
He clenched his teeth.
He forced his focus back into his eyes.
“I’m…… not going down.”
Words leaked through his clenched lips.
“I’m not falling.”
Baek Seo-Jun stepped forward.
He watched Hwang Dae-Geon’s feet.
The left foot was slow.
The right knee locked up.
His upper body still suspended in the air.
Now.
Then a crash came from the corner.
Bang!
Do Yun slammed the cage floor.
His eyes blazed like a predator’s.
“Now!!”
His voice tore through the arena.
“Finish him!!”
Baek Seo-Jun’s eyes changed.
There was no hesitation.
He pushed off the mat with the balls of his feet.
Snap!
His body rocketed forward.

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