I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 47

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The Combat Genius Nobody Knew — Episode 47
Dawn on the Mountain Path.
White breath clouded the air.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps struck the slope in rhythm.
Do Yoon was ahead.
A Sand-weighted Vest across his back.
Kettlebells in both hands.
Yet his pace never slowed.
Seo Jun kept up behind him.
The same vest.
The same kettlebells.
His thighs were already burning.
But his breathing held steady.
‘I can do this.’
Seo Jun gritted his teeth.
Throughout the tournament, conditioning never took a break.
Rolling to the canvas.
Taking shots.
Getting back up.
Running again.
Against Lee Woo Sung, he’d gone three rounds.
Pinned in the first round.
Pushed hard in the second.
Finished it in the third.
After that fight.
Seo Jun knew something for certain.
His conditioning wasn’t weak.
Do Yoon spoke without looking back.
“Breathing okay?”
Seo Jun answered briefly.
“Yes.”
“Of course it is.”
Do Yoon laughed softly.
“We’ve barely warmed up.”
The path grew steeper.
The earth was wet beneath their feet.
Seo Jun’s foot slipped.
He caught his balance.
The kettlebell wrenched at his wrist.
Do Yoon didn’t stop.
He kicked up the pace instead.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
“First course.”
Do Yoon called out.
“Full sprint to the Summit.”
Seo Jun’s eyes widened.
“Full…… sprint?”
“Or did you come for a leisurely stroll?”
Do Yoon laughed.
“Move.”
The instant the words left his mouth, Do Yoon exploded forward.
Like a beast.
Tearing up the mountain path at dawn.
Seo Jun surged after him.
His thighs ignited immediately.
His breath clawed at his throat.
Still, he held on.
The moment they reached the Summit, Do Yoon dropped the kettlebells.
Crash.
“Fifty swings.”
Seo Jun drew a breath.
“Right now?”
“Yeah.”
Do Yoon was already moving.
Whoosh!
The kettlebell rose from below his waist to chest height.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
His upper body remained still.
His breathing stayed even.
Seo Jun gripped his own kettlebell.
One.
Two.
Three.
Past ten, his thighs began to tremble.
By twenty, heat flooded his lower back.
Thirty.
His palms burned.
Do Yoon was already done.
“Slow.”
Seo Jun clenched his teeth.
“I’ll keep up.”
“Will you?”
Do Yoon smiled.
“Good. On the way down, we mix in Burpee Jumps.”
“…Sorry?”
“Twenty per section.”
Do Yoon didn’t take so much as a sip of water.
He simply ran down the slope.
Seo Jun picked up the kettlebell again.
His fingers had gone numb.
He pushed forward anyway.
Down the Mountain Path.
Halfway down.
Twenty Burpee Jumps.
Dropping to the ground.
Up and sprinting.
Down again.
Dirt clung to his gloves.
His breath came ragged.
“Hah… hah…”
Do Yoon spoke from beside him.
“What’s wrong? Struggling already?”
Seo Jun lifted his head.
Only a light sheen of sweat marked Do Yoon’s face.
Seo Jun swallowed hard.
Pride stung inside him.
“No, sir.”
“Then tell me.”
Do Yoon crouched down.
“Can you keep up with my training?”
Seo Jun pushed himself up with his palms, brushing away the dirt.
His heart hammered against his ribs.
His legs felt heavy.
But his eyes had not dimmed.
“Your training, Coach.”
He spoke through labored breaths.
“I’ll keep pace with every bit of it.”
Do Yoon went still.
He looked at Seo Jun for a moment.
And then he chuckled softly.
“That so?”
That laugh bothered him.
Do Yoon picked up the Kettlebell again.
“Then just keep pace with me. My tempo, my speed.”
Brief words.
Light provocation.
But in that instant, the air shifted.
Do Yoon’s shoulders dropped.
His toes dug into the earth.
Like a predator, not a man.
He launched back up the Mountain Path.
Faster than before.
Seo Jun swallowed hard.
‘I’m going after him.’
He reset his grip on the Kettlebell.
And bolted after Do Yoon.

* * *
An hour had passed.
That was all.
Just an hour.
Yet Seo Jun’s lungs already felt shredded.
“Haah… haah…”
Each breath scraped his throat raw.
No amount of air felt enough.
His chest burned as though set aflame.
Sweat poured from him like rain.
Dripping from the tips of his hair.
Running down his jaw.
Drenching the inside of his training clothes completely.
His thighs trembled of their own accord.
The muscles in his calves twitched.
He fought back the cramps trying to seize them.
His hands still held the Kettlebell.
Or rather, clung to it.
His fingers barely held on.
“Haa… haa…”
Seo Jun lifted his head.
He looked ahead.
Do Yoon was there.
But not the Do Yoon he knew.
The one who grumbled in the gym.
Who smacked the back of his head.
Who nagged like a neighborhood senior — that man had vanished.
What stood before him was different.
Do Yoon had stripped off his shirt.
His sweat-soaked upper body gleamed beneath the first light of dawn.
His shoulders were broad and taut.
His back carved like a sculpture.
Not a shred of wasted flesh at his waist.
His muscles weren’t just large.
They lived and moved.
When his foot struck the ground, his calf tensed taut.
When he lifted the Kettlebell, his back muscles rippled like waves.
With each exhale, his abs contracted deep and hard.
A body without excess.
A body sculpted for battle.
That body lifted far heavier weight than Seo Jun’s yet never wavered.
Do Yoon’s hands held larger Kettlebells.
On his back hung a Sand-weighted Vest that looked twice as heavy as the one Seo Jun wore.
Yet his stride remained even.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
His breathing never wavered.
“To the corner.”
Do Yoon spoke without turning his head.
“Twenty Tire Flips.”
His voice was calm.
As if he were describing a walking route.
Seo Jun tried to answer.
His mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come.
“Yes…….”
He managed that much.
Do Yoon was already moving ahead.
A massive Truck Tire lay on the Training Ground floor.
Do Yoon set down the Kettlebell and immediately stepped in front of the tire.
He didn’t even catch his breath.
He simply lowered his waist.
Hands locked.
Crunch.
The tire lifted.
Bang!
It flipped.
Hands locked again.
Bang!
Flipped once more.
Muscles rippled.
Shoulders.
Back.
Waist.
Thighs.
Nothing moved in isolation.
Everything was connected.
It was like watching a massive engine detonate with each rep.
Seo Jun arrived late.
The moment he set down the Kettlebell, his fingers went slack.
The inside of his thighs trembled.
‘Move.’
He looked down at his own legs.
‘Move, damn it.’
His body wouldn’t obey.
Until moments ago, he’d thought he could endure this.
Thought he could keep up.
He’d fought Lee Woo Sung all three rounds.
Pinned on the ground.
Weathered the onslaught.
Held on to victory.
That was where the illusion took root.
That he no longer fell short in conditioning.
Do Yoon’s voice cut through the air.
“What are you doing?”
Seo Jun clenched his teeth.
He stepped in front of the tire.
Lowered his waist.
Locked his hands.
Lifted.
“Ugh!”
The tire rose slightly.
Fire blazed through his thighs.
His lower back wrenched as if it might snap.
Seo Jun swallowed the cry and pushed.
Bang!
One.
His body nearly pitched forward.
Do Yoon had already surpassed ten.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Seo Jun seized the second tire.
His palms slicked with sweat.
Too much sweat.
“Hngh—!”
He heaved it up by force.
Bang!
Two.
His breathing shattered.
“Haah… haah….”
Do Yoon flipped the final tire and rose.
His shoulders barely moved with each breath.
That was all.
He watched Seo Jun without drinking a drop of water.
“Slow.”
Seo Jun couldn’t answer.
He grabbed the third tire.
His muscles screamed.
Strength drained from his legs.
He dropped to one knee.
Dirt and sweat caked his kneecap.
Do Yoon stepped closer.
His shadow fell across Seo Jun.
“If you collapse here.”
Do Yoon’s voice was quiet.
“You won’t survive Champion Camp.”
Seo Jun lifted his head.
Do Yoon before him stood untouched.
Sweat ran down his skin.
But he hadn’t crumbled.
His breathing remained steady.
His eyes hadn’t glazed over.
That’s when Seo Jun understood.
This wasn’t mere strength.
Not speed either.
Not technique.
The engine itself inside the body was different.
The output each cell poured forth.
The speed of recovery.
The power to burn through agony and move again.
The caliber was different.
A body that had climbed near the world’s peak.
A body that had actually worn the Champion Belt around its waist.
Seo Jun clenched his teeth.
His pride shattered.
But his eyes didn’t dim.
He reached for the tire again.
His fingers trembled.
His back curved.
Do Yoon spoke from beside him.
“You said you’d follow through with everything, didn’t you?”
Seo Jun swallowed hard.
“Yes.”
“Then do it.”
Tension flooded Seo Jun’s arms.
The Truck Tire lifted an inch off the ground.
“Still a long way to go.”
Do Yoon picked up the Kettlebell again.
His feet moved toward the next station.
Seo Jun shoved the tire upward.
Bang!

* * *
Seo Jun lay sprawled on the ground.
Flat on his back.
He couldn’t move a single finger.
“Huff… huff….”
His lungs burned.
The taste of metal flooded his throat.
His vision wavered.
The sky blurred yellow.
He turned his head to the side.
“Ugh….”
Nausea clawed up his throat.
Nothing came up.
His stomach had emptied long ago.
His leg muscles twitched involuntarily.
His calves convulsed.
His thighs burned like heated iron.
His palms were scraped raw.
Even breathing left him gasping for air.
“Ha… ha….”
Morning training.
It wasn’t even finished.
Yet Seo Jun had already crumpled to the ground first.
Do Yoon had not.
Far ahead.
Do Yoon was completing the final station.
Tire Flip.
Kettlebell Swing.
Hill repeats.
Burpee.
Shuttle Run.
Every single routine completed precisely as originally prescribed.
Nothing skipped.
No drop in pace.
Like a machine with no margin for error.
No.
More terrifying than any machine.
Bang!
The final tire flipped over.
Do Yoon straightened his back.
He wiped his neck with a towel.
That was all.
His breathing was slightly labored.
But it didn’t falter.
His eyes remained sharp and clear.
His sweat-soaked torso glistened in the sunlight.
His back muscles carved deep and defined.
From shoulders to waist.
Not a single ounce of excess flesh—every muscle built for war.
Seo Jun lay on his back, watching.
This wasn’t the person who’d been nagging him at the gym all this time.
Not the coach who’d tap him playfully and laugh like a neighborhood elder.
Continental Cup Ranking number two.
Active competitor.
An athlete breathing at the edge of the world stage.
That truth manifested in flesh.
Do Yoon walked over slowly.
He stood beside Seo Jun.
His shadow fell across the younger man’s face.
Seo Jun managed to part his lips.
“Coach…….”
His voice cracked.
Do Yoon looked down at him.
“What.”
Seo Jun swallowed hard.
“How are you even……during actual competition…….”
The words wouldn’t come.
His lungs tore open again.
“Just how much of a monster are you…….”
Do Yoon regarded him for a moment.
Then he laughed, a low snort.
Instead of answering, he grabbed the water bottle sitting beside them.
A clear bottle full of ice water.
He dropped it directly onto Seo Jun’s stomach.
Splash!
The cold water cascaded out.
“Argh!”
Seo Jun’s body jerked reflexively.
The body that had been lying there like a dead man folded up in an instant.
Do Yoon laughed.
“Still alive, then.”
Seo Jun looked up at Do Yoon with a soaked face.
“Coach…….”
Do Yoon kicked the bottle aside with his foot.
“Passing out on me now would be inconvenient.”
Seo Jun’s eyes wavered.
Do Yoon shook out his wrists.
“That was just a light Warm-up. Got the sweat flowing.”
Seo Jun lost his voice.
“……What?”
Do Yoon was already opening his bag.
He pulled out Hand Wraps from inside.
White cloth wound through his fingers.
Snap.
He tightened his wrists.
The sound seemed strangely loud.
Seo Jun barely managed to sit up, his body still dripping.
“A Warm-up……?”
“That’s right.”
Do Yoon finished wrapping one hand and moved to the other.
His eyes were laughing.
But the smile at the corner of his mouth was cold.
“Now we head back to the gym for Sparring.”
Seo Jun’s face hardened.
“Right now?”
“Should we wait until next year?”
Do Yoon tightened his wrists once more.
Snap.
“This is the Champion Camp, after all.”
Seo Jun pressed his palms to the ground.
His arms trembled.
When he tried to stand, his knees buckled.
Do Yoon laughed harder at the sight.
“Good.”
“What’s… good about this.”
“That’s when you know it’s real training.”
Do Yoon finished wrapping the hand wraps around his fists.
He clenched his hands.
A soft crackle.
“In a tournament, you’re almost never fighting with a body that isn’t damaged.”
Seo Jun couldn’t answer.
His vision darkened again.
But Do Yoon was already turning away.
Toward the path leading to Team Jujak Gym.
Sunlight caught the curve of his back.
Seo Jun gripped his damp training clothes.
The silhouette of the living monster receded into the distance.
“Follow me.”
Do Yoon’s voice carried back.
“If you can’t keep up, I’ll switch your sparring partner to Jin Hyuk.”
Far ahead, at the gym entrance.
Ryu Jin Hyuk was already waiting there, his expression blank as he loosened his wrists.
Seo Jun’s face went completely white.
Do Yoon let out a sharp laugh.
“Choose. Want to take hits from me, or from Jin Hyuk?”
Seo Jun looked as if he might pass out, pressing his hands down on the ground.
Then, with effort, he pushed himself up.

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