I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 50

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The Fighting Prodigy Didn’t Know It – Episode 50
Ding!
Round 1 began with the bell’s cry.
Kuroda exploded forward immediately.
Like a beast.
His feet spread wide.
His upper body low.
No guard at all.
His hands in Open Finger Gloves cut through the air, trembling.
The next instant.
A fist came flying.
Whoosh!
The angle was wrong.
Not a punch from the shoulder.
The elbow shot out first.
The wrist twisted afterward.
Do Yoon raised his Guard.
Thack!
The glove grazed his temple.
Immediately the opposite hand.
A scratching arc from below upward.
Do Yoon’s Footwork stuttered half a beat.
Tap.
His heel caught on the Mat.
Kuroda laughed.
“Ha!”
He pressed forward harder.
What looked like a left hook became a scrape with the back of his hand.
His right arm stretched like a Straight, then curved sideways.
All of it was sloppy.
All of it was messy.
But that made it difficult to read.
Thack!
A fist fell on Do Yoon’s Guard.
Thack!
This time his forearm.
Do Yoon tucked his chin.
He stepped back.
Kuroda laughed louder.
“Running away?”
His feet followed.
Whoosh!
A large hook.
Do Yoon ducked his head.
The fist passed over his skull.
Another hand came in underneath.
Thack!
Body Shot.
Brief and clean.
The Audience Seating erupted.
Uoooooh!
Kuroda carried that roar on his back and pressed his assault.
His hands swung freely.
But his body drove forward without pause.
Do Yoon held both arms tight and took the pressure.
One step back.
Another step back.
The Cage drew near.
Then Do Yoon’s eyes grew cold.
His feet stopped.
‘Not to a third-rate thug’s fist.’
His chin drove deeper into the impact.
‘I’m not the type to be knocked around.’
Do Yoon’s front foot planted on the Mat.
Tap.
His Footwork realigned.
His hips sank low.
His Guard settled into place.
His forehead tucked behind the Guard.
His chin drawn in behind his shoulder.
His elbows sealed his ribs.
Textbook stance.
Kuroda’s left hand whipped out again.
This time Do Yoon slipped it.
He rolled his shoulder inward slightly.
The fist cut through empty air.
Do Yoon’s left hand shot straight out.
Thud!
A jab.
Kuroda’s nose snapped back.
Kuroda’s eyes wavered.
Do Yoon’s right hand followed through.
Clean.
A Straight without wasted motion.
Crack!
Kuroda’s lip split open.
He yanked his head back and spat a curse.
Do Yoon didn’t pause.
His left foot pivoted outward.
Angle.
Kuroda’s right hand came too late.
Do Yoon’s shin connected first.
Crack!
The Low Kick landed on the outer thigh.
Kuroda’s knee buckled for an instant.
Do Yoon withdrew immediately.
Hands back in front of his face.
Feet light and ready.
Kuroda bared his teeth.
He charged forward again.
This time he wound up harder.
His right hand traced a wide arc.
Do Yoon stepped half a foot inside.
Left hand.
Thud!
Right Straight.
Crack!
Left hand again.
Thud!
Kuroda’s head snapped back three times.
Perfect technique.
So clean there was no room to escape.
Kuroda’s strikes were wide.
Do Yoon’s strikes were tight.
Kuroda’s path was sloppy.
Do Yoon’s path was a straight line.
Each collision determined the outcome.
Crack!
Kuroda’s fist met Do Yoon’s Guard.
Crack!
Do Yoon’s fist came straight for the center of his face.
Crack!
Do Yoon’s Low Kick struck the thigh again.
Kuroda’s legs wavered.
Do Yoon seized the distance with cold precision.
His eyes tracked not Kuroda’s shoulders, but his feet.
The moment he stepped in.
The moment he stopped.
The moment weight transferred.
He read it all.
Kuroda wound up again with a wide swing.
Do Yoon slipped it by an inch, his chin barely moving.
And in the same motion, he drove his right hand straight through.
Snap!
Kuroda’s jaw snapped sideways.
The crowd’s jeers cut short.
Do Yoon exhaled slowly.
Smooth.
His Guard remained high.
Fundamentals were beginning to dismantle the unorthodox technique.

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Do Yoon’s jab snapped out again.
Thud!
Kuroda’s head snapped back.
Then the right hand.
Pow!
It punched through the Guard.
Kuroda gritted his teeth and wound up.
His arm traced a wide arc.
The trajectory was still odd.
But no longer as dangerous as before.
Do Yoon tucked his chin.
Half a step back.
Kuroda’s fist cut through empty air.
In that gap.
Do Yoon’s left hand came in again.
Thud!
Caught him on the tip of the nose.
Right Low Kick.
Crack!
The thigh shuddered.
Kuroda’s response came half a beat late.
Do Yoon didn’t miss it.
One-Two.
Pow! Pow!
Even as they landed on his Guard, Kuroda’s body was driven back.
Kuroda spat out a curse.
He wound up again.
The Open Finger Gloves flailed grotesquely through the air.
It was hard to tell where the actual strike would come from.
But Do Yoon’s eyes were already tracking it.
Left shoulder rises first.
Right foot lags behind.
After the big attack, the right flank opens up.
Do Yoon struck that spot and that spot alone.
Pow!
Body Shot.
Kuroda’s breath caught.
“Hnngh!”
Do Yoon shifted his head immediately.
Left hook.
Crack!
Kuroda’s jaw snapped to the side.
The jeers from the Audience Seating died down.
Short exclamations rippled through instead.
[Do Yoon has completely seized the momentum!]
[Kuroda’s unorthodox techniques aren’t landing anymore! The gap in Fundamentals is becoming clear!]
Kuroda stumbled backward.
One step.
Then another.
The Cage drew closer.
Do Yoon pressed forward.
Unhurried.
Guard high.
Chin down.
He cut angles with his footwork.
Kuroda tried to slip right.
Do Yoon’s front foot blocked him first.
He pivoted left.
A Low Kick snapped against the thigh.
Thwack!
Kuroda’s leg seized.
His back touched the Cage.
Thud.
Do Yoon’s eyes went cold and sharp.
Finish range.
Kuroda raised his Guard against the Cage behind him.
But his Guard wavered.
His elbows flared open.
His breathing came ragged.
Do Yoon stepped in.
Left jab.
Pop.
Testing the response.
Kuroda’s right hand rose.
In that instant, Do Yoon’s left foot pivoted outward.
Angle.
His right shoulder pulled back.
A heavy hook.
A finishing blow.
Whoosh!
Kuroda’s eyes widened.
There was nowhere to escape.
Even if he blocked, he’d crumble.
If it connected, it was over.
In that fractional moment.
Kuroda’s hand opened.
Open Finger Gloves.
His fingers spread wide.
Not a fist.
Not a Guard.
An outstretched hand, stiff and rigid.
As Do Yoon’s hook launched, Kuroda’s hand shot toward his face first.
Jab.
No.
A thrust.
His thumb drove deep into the inner corner of Do Yoon’s eye.
“Ugh!”
Do Yoon’s fist froze.
A sharp gasp.
His torso went rigid in an instant.
Kuroda immediately ducked, trying to slip away.
The Referee rushed in.
“Stop! Stop!”
The Referee’s arm drove into Kuroda’s chest.
Kuroda raised both hands.
His expression one of wounded innocence.
Yet the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward.
“It was an accident.”
Words spoken without an interpreter.
Yet the meaning was clear enough.
Do Yoon pressed one hand against his eye.
He stepped back two paces.
His legs held firm.
His knees didn’t buckle.
But his face twisted.
“Ah……”
Outside the Cage, Tae Soo exploded.
“You bastard!”
Staff moved in to block him immediately.
Tae Soo grabbed the Cage, shouting.
“That was deliberate! His fingers were open!”
A Yeon’s face went cold as stone.
“Referee! Check for a Foul!”
Seo Jun said nothing.
His hands were clenched so hard they trembled.
Eyes.
The most vulnerable target for any fighter.
Do Yoon still had one eye closed.
The Referee came to stand before him.
“Can you see?”
Do Yoon didn’t answer.
He lowered his hand slowly.
The camera caught his face.
A drop fell.
Red spotted the Mat.
The Audience Seating fell momentarily silent.
[We can see it on screen now.]
The commentator’s voice grew hushed.
[There is bleeding around Do Yoon’s eye. It appears to be a clear Thumbing Foul.]
[The question of intent is crucial. But that last moment—his fingers were open as they struck his face.]
The Referee called for the Doctor.
“Doctor!”
The Doctor rushed in.
The Referee positioned himself in front of Do Yoon.
“Show me your eye!”
The Doctor shone a light into it.
Do Yoon stood with one eye shut.
Blood trickled from the corner of his eye.
Down across his cheekbone.
Along his jaw.
Dripping onto the Mat.
Another drop fell.
The Doctor’s expression hardened.
“Can you open your eye?”
Do Yoon didn’t answer.
He was looking only at Kuroda.
Across the way, Kuroda shrugged his shoulders.
A smile played at his lips.
The Doctor spoke again.
“Do Yoon, if you continue fighting like this, it’s dangerous.”
A Yeon shouted from outside the Cage.
“Do Yoon! Don’t push yourself!”
Tae Soo clenched his teeth.
Seo Jun squeezed his fists tight.
The Doctor turned to the Referee.
“If he keeps fighting, he could lose his sight!”
The Referee’s expression grew grave.
The moment he raised his hand.
Do Yoon’s hand roughly shoved the Doctor’s arm away.
“Shut it.”
His voice was thick with blood.
Low and rough.
Do Yoon slowly lifted his head.
One eye was stained deep red.
The other was locked on Kuroda.
A bestial killing intent.
“I can still fight.”
The Doctor stepped forward again.
“It’s not about your career as a fighter. It’s your vision.”
“Move.”
“I won’t.”
Do Yoon’s eyes grew colder.
“I said move.”
The Doctor looked at the Referee.
The Referee turned to Do Yoon.
“Can you see?”
Do Yoon answered.
“I can.”
“Can you continue fighting?”
“Right now.”
The Referee bit his lip.
The Doctor objected to the end, but Do Yoon was already walking toward center.
Bloody tears traced down his jaw.
He raised his Guard.
Fighting Stance.
Unwavering posture.
But Seo Jun saw it.
Do Yoon’s right eyelid wouldn’t open properly.
A Yeon’s face had gone pale.
“His Distance sense…….”
Her words trailed off.
The Referee checked both fighters.
Kuroda was grinning.
Viciously.
Blatantly.
“Fight!”
The match resumed.
Kuroda rushed in immediately.
This time without hesitation.
Swinging his left hand wide.
And driving his right up from below.
Do Yoon responded.
As always, he pulled his front foot back and tucked his shoulder.
Then the Counter.
His right hand extended.
Whoosh!
It cut through empty air.
Do Yoon’s eyebrow twitched ever so briefly.
It was a distance he should have covered.
But he didn’t reach.
Kuroda laughed.
“Ha!”
His left hand came straight in.
Do Yoon tilted his head back.
The fist whistled past his face.
Too close.
Do Yoon’s feet moved half a beat too slow.
Kuroda pressed deeper.
Thwack!
On the Guard.
Thwack!
Forearm.
Do Yoon fired back.
Left hand.
Tap.
No—it missed.
It grazed past Kuroda’s cheek.
Depth perception.
With one eye dead, his sense of distance collapsed.
Close or—
Far?
Half a beat or—
A full beat?
His judgment wavered.
The distance his body usually knew without thinking.
That instinct shattered.
Outside the Cage, Tae Soo screamed.
“Coach!”
Kuroda seized the opening.
He drove in deeper.
Swung wilder, messier.
Do Yoon threw another Counter.
This time a left Hook.
Whoosh!
Empty air again.
Kuroda’s smile widened.
“Can’t see it?”
Do Yoon’s jaw tightened.
Kuroda’s right hand came flying.
Normally—
A punch he’d slip with ease.
His shoulder would rise first.
His feet would plant first.
The arc would be wide.
But Do Yoon’s reaction came too late.
One eye’s crimson vision.
Distance shattered.
Guard half a beat behind.
Crack!
The fist landed square on his jaw.
Do Yoon’s head snapped sideways.
Sweat and blood sprayed through the air.
The Audience Seating erupted.
Ooooooh—!
Do Yoon’s body lurched hard.
His feet lost the Mat.
One step.
Two steps.
The Cage closed in behind him.
Kuroda bared his teeth.
Blood continued to stream from one of Do Yoon’s eyes.

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