I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 59

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Unaware of Being a Combat Genius, Suffering Bullying — Episode 059
Thwack!
Baek Seojun’s Right Cross landed flush on Lee Sung Jun’s face.
The champion’s head snapped to the side.
Sweat sprayed into the air.
The crowd erupted half a beat later.
“Waaaaa!”
[A clean hit! Baek Seojun’s Right Cross!]
[This is the first time in Lee Sung Jun’s last five fights that the champion has allowed a Clean Hit on the opening strike of round one! The challenger’s momentum is fierce!]
Lee Sung Jun planted his retreating foot at once.
His expression didn’t shift.
But Baek Seojun saw it.
The champion’s eyes narrowed, just slightly.
Baek Seojun didn’t slow.
He reset his lead foot.
Snap-crack!
The One-Two came out, and Lee Sung Jun raised his Guard.
Baek Seojun’s Low Kick caught the thigh.
Crack!
Left hand again.
Right hand.
Body.
Head.
Legs.
He wove them together without pause.
[Baek Seojun! You’ve completely seized the momentum now!]
[The champion keeps getting pushed toward the cage fence!]
YouTube’s live chat exploded.
-Baek Seojun is insane
-did the champion really get hit in the face
-what is this early pressure
-why is Lee Sung Jun fighting like this
-is Baek Seojun actually going to beat the champion
-something’s going wrong from round one
Baek Seojun’s fist slipped through the Guard.
Thud!
Lee Sung Jun’s lip split slightly.
Immediately, a kick.
Crack!
Calf.
The champion’s balance wavered, barely.
Baek Seojun seized that gap and drove forward.
One-Two.
Thud! Bang!
The champion blocked.
Slipped it.
Stepped back.
But didn’t counterattack.
Just kept watching.
Baek Seojun’s footwork.
His shoulders.
His breathing.
The rhythm of his strikes.
Baek Seojun pressed harder.
His foot entered first.
His hips rotated.
His hand followed through.
Ryu Tae Hwan’s fundamentals.
Do Yun’s aggression.
A Yeon’s angles.
Everything locked tight inside the Cage.
Thwack!
A jab landed.
Bang!
A Straight shook his guard.
Crack!
A Low Kick drove home.
[Challenger Baek Seojun! He’s seized complete control of the first Round!]
[Not a decisive blow, but Effective Strikes keep piling up! This isn’t looking good for the Champion!]
The Commentators’ voices had begun to rise with excitement.
The comments section below mirrored their fervor.
—Wow, Baek Seojun’s footwork really has improved
—Used to be all head movement and counters, but now his fundamentals are solid
—Why isn’t the Champion pressing?
—Lee Sung Jun’s usually slow to find his range early, but something’s off today
—No, it’s Baek Seojun who’s fighting weird well
Outside the Cage.
Do Yun called out low.
“Good! Keep going!”
A Yeon pressed her fingers against the fence.
“Don’t overextend! Angles only!”
Ryu Tae Hwan’s voice cut through.
“Center line!”
Seojun heard him.
His body responded.
Lee Sung Jun was driven back toward the fence.
Ten seconds left.
Seojun exhaled sharply.
Take the whole thing.
The first Round.
Completely.
He threw his left hand.
Thwack!
Lee Sung Jun’s guard snapped shut.
Seojun’s right hand followed.
Straight.
Driving toward the Champion’s face.
Then.
Lee Sung Jun’s eyes flashed alive.
The arm that had only been defending opened.
His right foot pressed into the Mat.
His shoulder turned sharply.
A heavy Counter.
Short.
Precise.
Crushing.
It flew toward Seojun’s jaw.
Whoosh—!
Seojun’s pupils dilated.
There was no time to slip it.
The fist was already at his face.
Then.
Ding—!
The Round-end bell rang.
The Champion’s fist stopped inches from Seojun’s nose.
Really just a palm’s width.
No—two finger knuckles’ distance.
Cold sweat traced down Seojun’s spine.
His breath had stopped.
Lee Sung Jun slowly withdrew his fist.
He licked the blood from his lip with his tongue.
Then he laughed, low and soft.
“Nice shot.”
Baek Seojun couldn’t answer.
If not for the bell.
That fist had caught him square on the jaw just now.
* * *
Corner.
The moment Baek Seojun sat on the stool, he exhaled hard.
“Haah, haah.”
His chest heaved with effort.
Tae Soo threw water on him.
A Yeon wiped the sweat from his face.
Do Yun watched his eyes in silence.
“That last one was close.”
Baek Seojun lifted his head.
Do Yun’s expression had hardened.
“He wasn’t holding back all of the first round.”
He looked past the Cage fence toward Lee Sung Jun.
The Champion sat quietly in the opposite corner.
Head bowed.
His breathing barely disturbed.
“He was collecting data—seeing how much you’ve grown this past year.”
Baek Seojun’s fingers stiffened.
Ryu Tae Hwan spoke low from beside him.
“And the Champion knows.”
Baek Seojun looked at him.
“Today’s fight isn’t three rounds. It’s five.”
Ryu Tae Hwan’s eyes remained fixed on the center of the Octagon.
“He’s paced himself perfectly.”
A Yeon held out the Mouthpiece.
“It’ll be different from the second round. Don’t panic.”
Do Yun added tersely.
“Assume he’s reading everything you’re about to do, and move accordingly.”
The signal to clear the corner sounded.
Baek Seojun bit down on the Mouthpiece.
Hard.
His jaw locked.
He pushed himself to his feet.
His legs felt heavy.
But he didn’t retreat.
He walked toward the center.
The opposite side.
Lee Sung Jun rose as well.
Slowly.
And stepped forward.
Their eyes met.
In that instant, Baek Seojun’s feet seemed to stick to the Mat.
This wasn’t the Champion from the first round.
There was no smile.
No ease.
His gaze had transformed.
Shoulders lowered and compressed.
Jaw clenched forward.
Feet pressing into the Mat.
He wasn’t simply walking.
He was stalking—a predator on the hunt.
Ding!
The bell for Round Two sounded.
Baek Seojun raised his Guard.
This time he didn’t leap back first.
He was trying to gauge the distance.
But Lee Sung Jun vanished ahead of him.
No—he closed it.
Bang!
His front foot struck the mat.
One step.
Two steps.
In a heartbeat, he was inside Baek Seojun’s range.
Lee Sung Jun’s left hand erupted.
A jab.
No—a cannonball.
Bang!
Baek Seojun blocked with both arms.
His forearms burned.
The bone beneath the muscle screamed.
“Ugh.”
His guard wavered.
Lee Sung Jun’s shoulder filled his vision.
The right hand was coming.
Whoosh!
Baek Seojun twisted his head.
The fist tore past his ear.
Wind raked across his cheek.
Baek Seojun moved to counter.
Left jab.
But Lee Sung Jun’s foot was faster.
The angle collapsed.
Baek Seojun’s jab scratched empty air.
Thwack!
Lee Sung Jun’s Body Shot drove into his ribs.
His breath came to a stop.
Baek Seojun retreated.
One step.
Lee Sung Jun followed.
Another jab.
Bang!
As his guard caught it, the Low Kick came sweeping in.
Crack!
His thigh.
Baek Seojun’s leg buckled.
[The momentum has completely shifted with the start of Round 2!]
[Champion Lee Sung Jun—now he’s applying the pressure!]
Baek Seojun clenched his teeth.
He set up a right-hand Counter.
Lee Sung Jun’s shoulder appeared.
‘Now.’
The instant Baek Seojun reached out.
Lee Sung Jun’s fist arrived first.
Half a beat too fast.
Thwack!
The jab grazed the tip of his nose.
His vision swam.
Lee Sung Jun didn’t stop.
Left hand.
Right hand.
Body.
Legs.
Thwack! Bang! Crack!
The Cage fence loomed closer behind Baek Seojun’s back.
Do Yun shouted.
“Change your angle!”
Baek Seojun tried to slip left.
Lee Sung Jun’s front foot cut him off first.
The right side.
That was blocked too.
The champion’s shoulder came straight at him.
The pressure bore down like a wall.
Baek Seojun threw a punch.
Thwack!
Lee Sung Jun’s glove parried it short.
A Counter right away.
Bang!
Baek Seojun’s guard crashed into his face.
His jaw rattled.
The Cage fence touched his back.
Cold and solid.
Lee Sung Jun looked down at Baek Seojun.
His eyes didn’t flicker once.
Then he raised his left hand again.
* * *
Ding!
The bell rang to end Round 2.
Baek Seojun peeled his back from the Cage fence.
His face was flushed crimson.
Blood smeared the corner of his mouth.
His breathing was ragged.
“Huff, huff.”
Even his walk back to the Corner was heavy.
The moment he sat on the stool, Tae Soo sprayed water on him.
A Yeon wiped his eyes and lips.
The broadcast camera zeroed in on Baek Seojun’s face.
-Did Seojun lose his legs?
-Completely different from Round 1.
-The champion’s wall is ridiculously high.
-Lee Sung Jun’s been relentless with the pressure since Round 2.
-Baek Seojun’s breathing is shot.
-This is dangerous if it goes all five rounds.
Do Yun seized Baek Seojun’s jaw.
He looked into his eyes.
The focus was still there.
But his breath had collapsed.
“Listen.”
Baek Seojun lifted his head.
Do Yun’s face was set hard.
“That old man has completely read your timing.”
Baek Seojun’s chest heaved.
“Coming in on defense—that was so you could learn it.”
Ryu Tae Hwan added curtly.
“Your footwork’s been read too.”
A Yeon checked the time display.
“Three rounds left starting from Round 3. If you don’t break the flow here, you stay trapped.”
Baek Seojun pulled out his Mouthpiece.
Blood-tinged saliva dripped down his chin.
“How…….”
His breath came in fragments.
He inhaled again.
“Do I do it?”
Do Yun’s lips curled up.
“You’ve got your specialty.”
Baek Seojun looked at Do Yun.
“Watch with your eyes.”
Do Yun’s finger flicked against Baek Seojun’s chest.
“Plant the Counter.”
His voice dropped lower.
“It’s time to deploy it now.”
The second’s signal sounded.
A Yeon held out the Mouthpiece.
“Don’t rush in recklessly.”
Ryu Tae Hwan spoke.
“Keep your feet mobile.”
Do Yun threw out one final instruction.
“See it, then strike.”
Baek Seojun bit down on the Mouthpiece.
Firm.
His jaw locked in place.
He rose from the stool.
His legs felt heavy.
But his eyes had gone calm.
Ding!
Round 3 begins.
Lee Sung Jun walked straight toward him.
No—he charged.
Center lowered.
Shoulders clamped shut.
His feet tore across the Mat.
Boom!
In a heartbeat, he closed the distance.
Baek Seojun didn’t retreat.
His eyes snapped wide.
The Champion’s shoulders.
Elbows.
Lead foot.
Breathing.
He saw it all.
Lee Sung Jun’s left hand came out.
One.
Thwack!
Baek Seojun deflected it with his Guard.
The impact traveled down his arm.
He held firm.
Then the right hand.
Two.
A heavy Straight drove toward his jaw.
Baek Seojun’s eyes flashed.
‘I see it.’
His upper body slipped half a beat to the side.
His right foot struck the Mat.
His hips began to turn.
Lee Sung Jun’s chin opened.
Counter timing.
Perfect.
The instant Baek Seojun’s right hand shot forward.
A hook.
Lee Sung Jun’s upper body vanished from view.
Gone.
“……!”
Baek Seojun’s pupils dilated.
His fist cut through empty air.
The Champion was below him.
It wasn’t a strike.
A Takedown.
Lee Sung Jun’s shoulder drove deep into Baek Seojun’s hips.
Thud!
The air crushed from his lungs.
Baek Seojun’s head snapped down instinctively.
Too late.
Lee Sung Jun’s arms wrapped around Baek Seojun’s thighs.
His feet left the mat.
Do Yun’s voice erupted from beyond the Cage fence.
“Sprawl!!”
Baek Seojun tried to drive his hips back.
But Lee Sung Jun’s head kept pushing into his pelvis.
His entire body lifted.
The world inverted.
The overhead lights swam.
Then—
Bang!!
Baek Seojun’s back slammed into the Octagon floor.
Air expelled from his chest in a rush.
The Champion above him raised his elbow over Baek Seojun’s face.

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