I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 6

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Unknown Fighting Genius Gets Bullied — Episode 6
The Octagon sat in the center of the Gym.
Spectators crowded around it.
“What’s going on? Sparring?”
“Tae-su and that new guy are about to go at it.”
“Seriously? For real?”
The members in their Boxing Gloves murmured among themselves.
Their eyes gleamed at the prospect of interesting entertainment.
“Tae-su’s been grinding his teeth over this.”
“The coach only pays attention to the new guy, so he’s upset.”
“He’s doing this on purpose out of jealousy.”
A large man wiping sweat clicked his tongue.
“But isn’t the skill gap completely lopsided?”
“The new guy’s only been here a month.”
“Tae-su’s put in two years at this place.”
“He’s covered striking, Ground work—everything.”
“He’s also got a slight weight advantage.”
“The new guy looks like he won’t even leave bones behind.”
“Why isn’t the coach stopping this?”
The conclusion of their talk was already decided.
Tae-su’s overwhelming, one-sided victory.
There was no way one month could overcome two years of experience.
Every member’s prediction was identical.

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On the canvas, Seo Jun inserted his Mouthpiece.
‘Tae-su. Second-year member.’
The mocking words of the spectators reached his ears.
Yet Seo Jun’s expression remained serene.
Not a trace of fear crossed his face.
He fixed his gaze solely on his opponent.
‘Whoever they are doesn’t matter now. This isn’t like before, when I just took the hits.’
Seo Jun bounced lightly in place.
He put power into his lower body and worked his Footwork.
He measured distance exactly as Do-yun had taught him.
Across the ring, Tae-su looked relaxed.
“Hey, rookie.”
Tae-su knocked his Boxing Gloves together.
“Don’t be too scared. I’ll take it easy on you.”
A crude smile spread across his mouth.
The attitude of someone utterly certain of his own victory.
Tae-su cracked his neck sharply from side to side.
A dull crack echoed across the canvas.
He lowered his guard and shifted his weight to one leg.
Not a shred of caution showed in his stance.
Two figures with starkly opposite atmospheres.
Then Do-yun vaulted over the ropes.
He took his place in the center and gestured sharply.
“Both of you, come to center.”
Seo Jun moved forward with measured steps.
Tae-su ambled over casually.
Do-yun fixed each of them with a steady gaze.
“Let’s establish the rules first. Listen carefully.”
“Yes.”
Seo Jun answered briefly and firmly.
“Standing Striking only. No Takedowns, no Ground work—absolutely prohibited. Only fists and kicks. Pure striking.”
Tae-su chuckled and nodded.
“I’m totally fine with that.”
“Knockdowns are limited to two. Two Knockdowns and the match ends.”
Do-yun’s voice carried heavy authority.
“And today, I’m the referee. The moment I think it’s dangerous, I step in. Don’t you dare argue with my decision.”
“I understand.”
“Yes, yes. I’ve got it.”
Do-yun stepped back a pace.
“Boxing Gloves touch.”
Seo Jun extended his right hand forward.
Tae-su reluctantly brought his gloves to meet it.
Thud. A dry friction sound echoed.
“Both of you, back to your corners.”
Seo Jun retreated backward, widening the distance.
He tucked his chin and raised his guard tight.
Bending his knees, he dropped his center of gravity.
The most perfect, deliberate stance of textbook form.
Tae-su stood crooked in his own corner.
But his guard remained low.
It was blatant disrespect for a beginner.
Do-yun raised his right arm sharply.
Heavy silence fell over the Gym.
Even the observers who’d been chattering held their breath.
All eyes locked onto the Octagon.
The sound of dry throats being swallowed filled the air.
Seo Jun exhaled a light, tangled breath.
‘Whoosh.’
His heartbeat hammered against his ears.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Adrenaline surged through his veins.
Tae-su bounced his lead foot, taunting.
“Don’t be so scared, punching bag.”
Seo Jun remained perfectly calm.
His eyes were fixed only on Tae-su’s feet.
In striking range, footwork was everything.
Seo Jun’s pupils contracted slightly.
He read the subtle twitch of Tae-su’s muscles.
Do-yun watched both fighters with a sharp gaze.
A suffocating tension hung over the ring.
“Fight!”
The decisive shout tore through the silence.
Seo Jun’s first match had begun.

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“Fight!”
Do-yun’s shout rang through the ring.
The air in the Gym grew heavy and still.
Seo Jun extended his lead foot smoothly.
Shhhh.
The sound of mat and shoe scraping together.
The distance between them began to narrow, inch by inch.
Tae-su picked up the rhythm lightly.
The man bounced and hopped his Footwork with ease.
A light, confident movement.
“Why don’t you come at me already?”
Tae-su taunted with a jerk of his chin.
Seo Jun said nothing in reply.
His eyes simply widened.
He watched Tae-su’s feet with relentless focus.
He studied the subtle tremor of his opponent’s shoulder muscles.
Whoosh!
Tae-su’s lead hand shot out suddenly.
A light, fast probe — a feint jab.
Seo Jun’s gaze locked directly onto the fist.
The incoming trajectory was crystal clear.
Tap.
He brushed it aside lightly with his right hand.
A Parrying without wasted motion.
Tae-su’s brow furrowed slightly.
‘Lucky bastard.’
But Seo Jun’s movement never ceased.
A microscopic gap in the instant after the deflection.
He would not let it slip away.
His rear foot planted firmly against the mat.
He twisted his hips sharply, economically.
Seo Jun threw a Left Jab straight away.
Whoosh!
The air tore sharply with the sound.
Tae-su ducked reflexively, his torso lowering.
The red Boxing Gloves whistled past his head.
“Huh, nice reflexes.”
Tae-su’s mouth twisted into a bitter smile.
But his eyes had gone cold.
Tae-su seized the center of the ring.
He commanded the Octagon, pressing forward relentlessly.
He shook his torso side to side, violently.
The mounting pressure intensified with each breath.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
A volley of savage jabs came flying.
The speed of his punches accelerated further.
Like a downpour released from the heavens.
Yet Seo Jun remained eerily composed.
‘I can see it all.’
The Dynamic Vision he’d thought cursed.
It shone brilliantly in the ring.
The speed at which fists approached his face.
Every trajectory transformed into slow motion.
Tap! Flick! Slip!
He deflected lightly with his left hand, slipping punches aside.
He batted them away solidly with his right.
Sometimes he evaded smoothly with Weaving.
When evasion grew difficult, he blocked heavily with his guard.
All of Tae-su’s jabs cut only air.
No dull thud of impact sounded.
“Huff, huff.”
Tae-su’s breathing grew rougher by the moment.
His face darkened with deep frustration.
‘How is he not taking a single shot?’
He’d spent two years grinding in this ring.
His opponent had trained for barely a month—a complete novice.
Yet not one Clean Hit had landed.
The senior’s fragile pride crumpled badly.
His grip tightened around the Boxing Gloves.
‘He’s rattled.’
Do-yun watched Tae-su and made his assessment.
‘Seo Jun, though…’
In contrast, Seo Jun was brutally composed.
He watched only Tae-su’s shoulder movement.
His concentration climbed to its absolute peak.
Thick beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
They traced his jawline before dropping softly onto the mat.
Even the ambient noise of the crowd faded into distance.
Only his opponent’s ragged breathing remained audible.
“Hey, did you catch that defensive stance just now?”
“This new kid’s movement is insane.”
Spectators murmured from outside the ring.
The sound of dry swallows carried through the air.
“Tae-su’s jabs are getting blocked completely.”
“His Dynamic Vision is genuinely no joke.”
“How is that the skill of someone trained for just a month?”
The onlookers’ eyes widened in disbelief.
The match was unfolding entirely unlike they’d anticipated.
They’d naturally assumed Tae-su would dominate one-sidedly.
But the reality inside the ring was taut, evenly matched.
If anything, Tae-su—the veteran—looked more anxious.
Their murmuring struck Tae-su’s ears like a slap.
His face flushed hot with humiliation.
‘Damn it, he’s treating me like I’m nothing.’
Tae-su gritted his teeth and ground them together harshly.
He shifted the rhythm of his footwork.
Suddenly his upper body dropped sharply toward the mat.
It was no time for a punch to land.
Completely unconventional, completely ambush timing.
Crack!
Tae-su’s leg sliced through the air with a vicious whistle.
A heavy Leg Kick, packed with full body weight.
The distance was too close to slip away in time.
A sharp impact drove into Seo Jun’s left thigh.
“Ugh!”
A stinging, destructive pain hammered through his mind.
His solid lower body trembled noticeably, nearly buckling.
His center nearly collapsed in that instant.
But Seo Jun’s eyes never wavered.
In that fractional moment of impact, his body responded automatically.
The movement Do-yun and he had drilled thousands of times, bleeding through every repetition.
He drove his back foot hard into the mat beneath him.
Absorbed the shock and twisted his hips with sharp precision.
Seo Jun’s Left Jab erupted out.
Snap!
“Kgh!”
Tae-su’s head snapped backward from the impact.
A Clean Hit—precise, punching through his lowered guard.
The first Clean Hit of the match.
Blood bloomed from the tip of Tae-su’s nose.
“Ooooh!”
The watching crowd erupted in a roar.
The gym’s atmosphere ignited in an instant.
“Did you see that Counter timing?”
“He threw the punch right as he got hit by the Leg Kick!”
“That’s insane. Absolutely insane.”
Tae-su staggered backward, putting distance between them.
He wiped the blood from his nose roughly with the back of his thick Boxing Gloves.
As the bright red blood came away, his eyes changed.
The jab was light enough that physical damage was minimal.
But his humiliation finally detonated.
His fragile senior pride had been thoroughly trampled.
“You son of a bitch, you want to die?”
Tae-su lost all reason and snarled.
Bloodshot veins stood out terrifyingly in both eyes.
He raised both hands high in guard above his head.
His measured footwork completely collapsed.
Boom! Boom!
Vicious air-ripping sounds echoed through the ring space.
The punches Tae-su swung became wild and enormous.
Both shoulders had swung wide open in an exaggerated arc.
A crude, momentum-driven haymaker, body weight forced into it recklessly.
Its destructive power had undeniably grown fierce.
Even a glancing blow carried enough force to snap his jaw and drop him.
The impact registered against his guard, bone singing with dull ache.
Yet Seo Jun’s mind remained as still as a lake.
‘Too slow.’
He saw every refined, razor-edged strike and slipped them all.
There was no way such a crude, massive attack would land.
Seo Jun’s dark eyes flashed with glacial clarity.
The bloated form had opened up massive gaps—gaping flaws in the defense.
Tae-su’s armpit yawned wide open.
His high guard had abandoned his face entirely.
Thump!
Tae-su’s rear foot stamped the ring floor with a violent crack.
His right shoulder rotated deep, all the way past his spine.
A crude, massive Overhand Right.
One killing blow, every ounce of body weight and fury behind it.
To Seo Jun’s eyes, its trajectory was painfully obvious.
Seo Jun bent his lower body deep, knees spring-loaded with elasticity.
His supple torso folded left in a smooth pivot.
Whoosh!
Tae-su’s vicious fist screamed past his head.
The air pressure was so violent his hair whipped wildly.
Yet not a single strand made contact.
Seo Jun’s field of vision opened perfectly, crystalline.
Tae-su’s exposed, defenseless jaw lay bare before him.
The same target Do-yun had pointed out thousands of times, sweat dripping.
The same sensation from pounding the heavy bag until blood wept from his knuckles.
Crack!
Seo Jun’s bent rear foot sprang forward like a coil.
The solid recoil of the ground traveled up through his hips, explosive.
His rigid hips torqued at blinding speed, a spinning top.
His left shoulder snapped forward with detonating force.
A Left Hook, executed with perfect geometry and no wasted motion.
The red glove shot out in a straight line and buried itself.
Crack-!!!
A sickening, bone-chilling rupture—the sound of impact.
It echoed through the entire gym like a tolling bell.
Every murmur in the crowd froze instantly, utterly silent.
Tae-su’s eyes rolled back white, pupils fixed and unseeing.
His rigid jaw snapped completely on impact.
His brain lurched inside his skull, consciousness severed entirely.
His center of gravity gave way, his body crumpling forward.
Thump!
Tae-su crashed onto the mat in a heap, utterly broken.
Like a massive tree trunk, split by an axe and felled.
He lay in a state of complete, perfect unconsciousness.
Heavy silence pressed down on the octagon like a stone.
Every witness held their breath, unable even to exhale properly.
“…Insane.”
Someone’s voice emerged small and dazed, barely a whisper.
Do-yun, who had been leaning against the octagon railing, moved.
He bolted into the ring without hesitation.
“Match over! Stop!”
Do-yun threw both arms wide in a sharp cross, his voice cutting through the air.
His authoritative command declared the Sparring session completely finished.
He approached the fallen Tae-su and quickly assessed his condition.
He touched the displaced jaw, examined the rolled-back eyes with precision.
Confirmed: he was unconscious, completely and thoroughly knocked out.
Do-yun shouted desperately toward A-yeon outside the ring.
“Hurry! Bring the First Aid Kit! He’s out!”
A-yeon scrambled for the medical supplies and rushed into the ring.
Only Seo Jun stood alone in the chaos of the octagon.
His ragged breathing climbed to his jaw, heaving hard.
“Haah, haah…….”
Scalding breath leaked past his mouthpiece in shallow gasps.
Both hands crammed tight into thick sixteen-ounce boxing gloves.
His fingertips trembled uncontrollably, a fine, persistent quiver.
‘I won. I dropped a second-year senior.’
Seo Jun clenched his shaking fists hard against his chest.
His first official sparring match in life.
And the most perfect first victory he’d earned entirely on his own.
That electric, explosive thrill surged through every cell in his body.
Every hair on his frame stood on end, goosebumps rippling across his skin.
Adrenaline hammered his heart like a madman’s fist.
Clap-clap-clap!
Roooaaarrr!
The spectators’ applause burst forth like thunder, breaking the silence.
Enormous cheers filled the small gym to bursting.
Seo Jun celebrated his victory from the illuminated octagon.
It was the most perfect and exhilarating moment of proof in his life.

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