I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 58

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Unaware He’s a Combat Genius, Gets Bullied – Episode 58
AXIS Korea’s 200th Event Hall.
The massive stadium was packed.
People spilled all the way up the stairs.
The lights bore down on the Cage.
Numbers flickered across the giant screen.

The crowd erupted from the very first strike of the Dark Match.
Bang!
The Audience Seating trembled.
The YouTube live chat exploded.

-Already over ten thousand lol
-Main event is Baek Seojun vs Lee Sung Jun? insane
-Putting a Championship Bout in the 200th event is genius
-Can’t wait for the Main Event
The Co-Main Event entered the final stretch of Round Three.
Two fighters grappled near the Fence.
The roar never ceased.
Then.
The Waiting Room door opened.
An AXIS staff member bowed.
“Baek Seojun.”
Baek Seojun lifted his head slowly.
The staff member kept it brief.
“Please prepare yourself.”
The Waiting Room fell silent.
Baek Seojun rose from his seat.
Black Trunks.
Wrist Taping.
Custom Gloves embossed with his name.
Baek Seojun.
The letters gleamed beneath the lights.
Tae Soo approached first.
“Go get that belt.”
His hand struck Baek Seojun’s shoulder hard.
Kim Ji Hoon pressed his palms together.
“Senior, you can definitely do this.”
Tae Soo raised his hand to cuff him on the back of the head, then stopped.
“Don’t get hit today.”
Ryu Jin Hyuk pushed off from the wall.
“Don’t look away from his eyes.”
Baek Seojun met his gaze.
Ryu Jin Hyuk added quietly.
“Champion or not. He’s just a person.”
With only that, he walked toward the Audience Seating.
Tae Soo and Kim Ji Hoon followed.
The door closed.
Three remained.
Ryu Tae Hwan.
A Yeon.
Do Yun.
Ryu Tae Hwan approached first.
He pressed once on Baek Seojun’s Gloves to check them.
“Fight like you’ve been taught.”
Brief.
“Feet first. Center first. See with your eyes, let your body move before you think.”
Baek Seojun nodded.
“Yes.”
A Yeon closed her Tablet.
Today, she held back nothing.
“Your opponent is the Champion.”
Her voice was measured.
“But not the Champion from the footage, or from the articles.”
Baek Seojun looked at her.
“Just one fighter standing in front of you.”
A Yeon lowered her hand.
“Listen to my instructions each round. Don’t get emotional. Don’t push when damage is accumulating.”
“Yes.”
“And.”
A Yeon’s gaze locked steady.
“Don’t forget why you came here.”
Baek Seojun said nothing.
Instead, he bowed his head briefly.
Finally, Do Yun approached.
A faint scar still marked the corner of his eye.
Do Yun extended his fist without a word.
Baek Seojun raised his fist as well.
Do Yun spoke.
“I kept my promise.”
The interim Champion Belt.
The expedition to Japan.
A face covered in blood.
The image flashed briefly.
Do Yun’s voice dropped low.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Baek Seojun’s fist touched Do Yun’s.
Tap.
The sound was soft.
But it pressed against everything in the waiting room.
“Yes!”
The reply was short and strong.
Do Yun nodded.
“Let’s go.”
A moment later.
Baek Seojun was alone in the waiting room.
He looked up at the ceiling.
White lights.
A worn ventilation shaft.
Still air.
The bathroom floor.
The moment Hwang Dae Gun collapsed.
The third round when he’d clashed with Lee Woo Sung.
The taste of blood.
The suffocating pressure.
And the Champion’s eyes.
Baek Seojun placed the mouthpiece in his mouth.
Clench.
His teeth fitted together.
A staff member’s voice came from beyond the door.
“Baek Seojun, standing by for entry.”
Baek Seojun gripped the handle.
Click.
The door opened.
Team Jugjak was waiting at the end of the corridor.
Do Yun.
A Yeon.
Ryu Tae Hwan.
Behind them, the roar from the audience seating surged forward.
Baek Seojun passed through them.
This time, he didn’t hide at the back.
He stood at the front.
And he walked toward the Cage.
* * *
End of the corridor.
Baek Seojun’s entrance music erupted.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The beat shook the Stadium floor.
The massive screen caught Baek Seojun’s face.
Black Trunks.
White Gloves.
His name stitched at the waistband.

The Audience Seating erupted.
“Baek Seojun!”
“Baek Seojun!”
The roar came in waves.
Baek Seojun walked with his head high.
Ahead lay the Cage.
Behind him, Team Jugjak.
Do Yun and A Yeon, Ryu Tae Hwan fell in behind him.
The Referee positioned Baek Seojun in front of the Steel Cage.
He was told to spread his arms.
Body Check.
Mouthpiece confirmed.
Gloves confirmed.
Vaseline was rubbed around his eyes and cheekbones.
Baek Seojun didn’t close his eyes.
The Steel Cage door opened.
Click.
Baek Seojun stepped inside the Cage.
His feet touched the Mat.
It wasn’t unfamiliar.
But it was different.
Today was a Championship Bout.
Baek Seojun bounced lightly on his feet.
He rolled his shoulders and threw short punches.
Pop. Pop.
Do Yun grabbed the Fence from outside the corner.
A Yeon stood without a Tablet.
Ryu Tae Hwan watched only Baek Seojun’s footwork, arms crossed.
Then the Stadium lights went dark.
It happened in an instant.
The crowd noise dimmed to a low murmur.
Then the screen opened.
Black background.
White lighting.
The gold of the Champion Belt caught first.
And Lee Sung Jun appeared.
Bang!
Grand music pressed down on the Stadium.
Light poured from the ceiling.
It was magnificent.
But it wasn’t loud.
It was heavy.
Like the true master had arrived.
Lee Sung Jun walked slowly.
Black robe.
Champion Belt across his shoulders.
An expression of calm.
Steady footfalls.
The roar that had just crashed down on Baek Seojun was deafening.
But now it was different.
The air itself had shifted.
The crowd rose to their feet.
Staff members cleared the path.
Even the cameras stopped following.
The Champion.
Lee Sung Jun.
That name alone drew every light in the arena toward him.
Do Yun tossed out a few words through the Steel Cage.
“Take his seat from him.”
Baek Seojun nodded silently.
His gaze locked onto Lee Sung Jun.
Lee Sung Jun stepped into the Cage.
The door closed.
Clang.
Two beasts locked in the same steel prison.
The ring announcer walked toward center.
The microphone rose.
“Ladies and gentlemen!”
His voice tore through the ceiling.
“AXIS KOREA 200! Main Event!”
The Audience Seating erupted.
“First, the challenger!”
The lights struck down on Baek Seojun.
“AXIS Korea Featherweight Tournament Champion!”
The camera caught him in its lens.
“Perfect Finish record! The Prophet of Decisive Victory!”
Baek Seojun stood before his corner.
His fists rose lightly.
“Baek! Seojun!”
The crowd erupted.
Baek Seojun didn’t react with fanfare.
Only his chest rose and fell once.
The announcer turned his body.
“And now!”
Just as he was about to call the Champion.
Lee Sung Jun moved first.
Stride.
Stride.
He walked toward the center of the Cage.
Even the announcer fell silent.
The crowd recognized him first.
Lee Sung Jun raised his right hand.
One finger.
That single digit pointed downward to the Mat.
Thud.
He tapped the ring floor.
Here.
My domain.
No one in the stadium missed the meaning.
The Audience Seating went wild.
“Lee Sung Jun!”
“Champion!”
“Champion!”
The roar hammered against the ceiling.
Only then did the announcer call out again.
“The current AXIS Korea Featherweight Champion!”
“The Undefeated Sovereign!”
“Lee! Sung! Jun!”
Lee Sung Jun raised his fingers.
He looked at Baek Seojun.
Baek Seojun met his gaze without flinching.
The Referee called both fighters forward.
“Center.”
Baek Seojun walked out.
Lee Sung Jun followed.
The distance between them narrowed.
Close enough to feel each other’s breath.
The Referee’s voice dropped low.
“Rules as explained. Follow my instructions. Clean Fight.”
Baek Seojun nodded.
Lee Sung Jun gave a short nod as well.
“Gloves touch.”
Tap.
The Gloves met lightly.
Both fighters returned to their corners.
From outside the Steel Cage, Do Yun spoke.
“Eyes open. See everything.”
A Yeon added quietly.
“First thirty seconds. Don’t crumble first. Not for anything.”
Ryu Tae Hwan was brief.
“Footwork.”
The Seconds exited.
The door closed.
The roar of the Stadium faded.
Only two fighters remained in the Cage.
Baek Seojun raised his Guard.
Lee Sung Jun slowly lowered his center of gravity.
The Referee’s hand dropped.
“Fight!”
* * *
Ding!
The bell sounded.
Baek Seojun’s feet moved first.
Do Yun’s voice echoed in his mind.
‘Act like the challenger. Press forward.’
Don’t wait.
Don’t hesitate.
Baek Seojun moved straight to center.
Lee Sung Jun stepped forward as well.
They closed the distance.
Baek Seojun’s left hand shot out.
Thwack!
Lee Sung Jun’s Guard rose.
Then the right hand.
Crack!
The Straight drove into his forearm.
Lee Sung Jun’s body shifted back half a step.
The Audience Seating erupted.
“Oooooh!”
Baek Seojun didn’t stop.
Left hand.
Thwack!
Right hand.
Crack!
Punches continued to rain down on the Champion’s Guard.
The Champion tucked his chin.
He sealed his elbows tight.
His eyes were fixed solely on Baek Seojun.
Baek Seojun’s front foot planted on the mat.
Tap.
His hips twisted.
Low Kick.
Crack!
Lee Sung Jun’s thigh shuddered.
Another One-Two.
Thud! Bang!
This time to the body.
Thud!
Lee Sung Jun’s elbow dropped down.
Baek Seojun immediately struck upward.
A short Uppercut aimed at the chin.
Whoosh!
Lee Sung Jun tucked his head slightly.
The fist grazed the tip of his nose.
Baek Seojun was already shifting his weight forward.
Angling to the left.
Right Straight.
Bang!
Over the guard.
Left Hook.
Thud!
Along the ribs.
Right Low Kick.
Crack!
Punches and kicks flowed without pause.
Not the reckless forward rush of before.
Footwork came first.
Stance came first.
The fundamental technique Ryu Tae Hwan had taught him anchored everything.
The raw aggression Do Yun had honed burned through it all.
One step forward.
One step back.
Creating angles again.
Striking.
Kicking.
Pressing in.
[Baek Seojun coming out with absolutely ferocious pressure!]
[Champion Lee Sung Jun is being pushed back! This is remarkable!]
Lee Sung Jun’s heel crossed the black line.
Three steps to the Cage Fence.
Baek Seojun pressed forward again with another barrage.
Thud!
Bang!
Lee Sung Jun’s Guard wavered.
Baek Seojun’s left foot claimed the outside.
His body rotated sideways.
His right hand launched from the blind side.
Whoosh!
Lee Sung Jun blocked with his elbow.
A dull impact.
Thump!
Still, his body rocked back.
The Audience Seating erupted further.
YouTube’s live chat exploded.
-Baek Seojun’s insane, throwing everything from the jump
-The champion’s being pushed back?
-Look at how solid his footwork’s gotten
-He really prepared for this.
-That opening intensity—suffocating, barely time to breathe.
-I’ve never seen Lee Sung Jun just guard like that.
Outside the Cage.
Do Yun called out sharply.
“Keep the pressure on!”
A Yeon didn’t look away.
“Don’t overextend—hold your angles!”
Ryu Tae Hwan’s voice was clipped.
“Footwork!”
Baek Seojun heard it.
His body moved first.
Feint to the right.
Left foot forward.
Jab.
Crack!
Lee Sung Jun’s forehead snapped back slightly.
First clean touch.
The Audience Seating erupted.
[Contact! Baek Seojun’s jab has reached the Champion’s face!]
Lee Sung Jun’s eyes narrowed.
Baek Seojun saw it.
Deep in the Champion’s gaze.
Cold calculation.
Lee Sung Jun wasn’t shaken by the blow.
Unflustered.
He wasn’t merely defending.
He was assessing.
First minute of the Round.
The challenger drove the Champion back.
Pushed him to the Fence.
Struck relentlessly without pause.
Yet the Champion’s eyes remained alive.
Baek Seojun’s right hand fired again.
Bang!
Over the Guard.
His left hand followed.
Crack!
Between the arms.
This time Lee Sung Jun slipped it.
Blocked the line with his elbow.
Deflected it off his shoulder.
Twisted his torso sideways.
Baek Seojun immediately set up a Low Kick.
His front foot shifted slightly.
His weight transferred to the right.
That instant.
Lee Sung Jun’s eyes flashed.
‘Now.’
The Champion’s left foot planted on the Mat.
Sharp.
Heavy.
His right shoulder opened.
A Counter Straight perfectly timed to Baek Seojun’s kick.
The fist shot out like a cannon.
Whoosh—!
Outside the Cage, Do Yun’s face went rigid.
“Seojun!”
A Yeon’s hands froze.
Ryu Tae Hwan’s eyes narrowed to slits.
Lee Sung Jun’s fist was not fast.
It was heavy.
Straight enough that there was no way to evade it.
One clean hit, and it was over.
Baek Seojun’s Low Kick never landed.
It was bait.
A half-beat early shift in his center of gravity.
A movement designed to draw out the Champion’s response.
Baek Seojun’s upper body vanished.
The fist whistled past where his head had been.
Whoosh!
For the first time, Lee Sung Jun’s eyes wavered.
Baek Seojun was already on the right side, outside.
Beyond the Champion’s line of sight.
The blind spot he’d stolen from the Hwang Dae Gun fight.
The angle he’d learned getting struck by Ryu Jin Hyuk.
The footwork he’d refined under Ryu Tae Hwan.
The aggression he’d learned from Do Yun.
All of it converged in a single moment.
Baek Seojun’s right foot planted on the Mat.
Tap.
His hips rotated.
His back coiled.
His shoulder drove forward.
Right Cross.
Straight.
Short.
Deep.
Fast.
Crack!
The fist buried itself in Lee Sung Jun’s face.
A perfect Clean Hit.
The Champion’s head snapped to the side.
Beads of sweat scattered through the air.
The roar from the Audience Seating cut off for a heartbeat.
Lee Sung Jun was driven backward, his face flushed crimson.
As Baek Seojun stared at the right hand that had made it happen, Do Yun’s voice reached his ear.
“Now! Take it! Go!”
In that same instant, Baek Seojun pushed off the ground and exploded forward.

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