I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 61

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A Fighting Genius, Unaware — Episode 061
Ding!
The bell rang as the third Round ended.
The YouTube livestream chat exploded.
Baek Seojun still dominated the screen.
His face rough with heavy breathing.
Blood at the corner of his mouth.
His fist raised high.
And before him, the Champion half-collapsed to his knees.
-Insane insane insane
-A new Champion is born!
-Did you see Lee Sung Jun’s legs give out?
-This ends for sure in Round 4!
-Baek Seojun’s Counter is absolutely monstrous
-First time I’ve ever seen the Champion shake like that
-This is a historic Upset incoming
-Would’ve been over if the bell hadn’t rung fr
The commentators raised their voices.
[Baek Seojun! In the final moments of Round Three, you’ve shaken the Champion!]
[Lee Sung Jun nearly went down on his knees! This is an incredible moment!]
[The tide of this Championship fight could turn completely!]
The stands had become a festival.
People rose from their seats.
They waved their hands and shouted.
Some cradled their heads in their palms.
Others held up phones, recording the screen.
But.
Baek Seojun’s corner was different.
Cold as ice water.
Baek Seojun sat on the stool.
His chest heaved heavily.
“Hah… hah…”
Do Yun took the bloodied Mouthpiece.
He wiped it with a Towel.
Rinsed it with water.
Wiped it again.
There was no smile on his face.
“Shame we couldn’t finish it in those final moments.”
Baek Seojun shook his head.
His breathing was still ragged.
Yet his eyes remained steady.
“That’s not it.”
Do Yun’s hands stopped.
Baek Seojun glanced toward the Champion.
Lee Sung Jun sat in the opposite corner.
An Ice bag pressed against his chin.
His eyes still fixed on this side.
“The Champion was scheming something.”
Baek Seojun swallowed sharply.
“It was a trap.”
Do Yun’s eyes narrowed.
A Yeon also stopped what she was doing on the Tablet.
Ryu Tae Hwan pressed an Ice bag against Baek Seojun’s neck.
Cold droplets trickled down his back.
“You took Round Three, no doubt about it.”
His voice was low.
“But don’t let your guard down.”
Baek Seojun nodded.
Ryu Tae Hwan glanced toward the Champion’s corner.
“That old man is a veteran of a hundred battles.”
Do Yun handed the mouthpiece back to Baek Seojun.
“You landed that counter just now.”
He spoke quietly.
“But he didn’t go down.”
A Yeon slid the tablet across.
Lee Sung Jun’s round-by-round data.
Late-round finish records.
Championship bout win rate after the fourth round.
Numbers packed the screen.
“From here on, it’s the fourth round.”
A Yeon looked at Baek Seojun.
“This is uncharted territory—something you’ve never experienced before.”
Baek Seojun took the mouthpiece without a word.
“Conserve your breath.”
A Yeon continued.
“Don’t match his intensity for the first thirty seconds. The champion’s going to come in hard, looking to repay that last shot.”
Do Yun added his voice.
“But don’t lose your nerve and back off.”
“Yes.”
“Hold the center. Whoever flinches first gets taken apart.”
Ryu Tae Hwan spoke last.
“The moment your legs die, it’s over.”
Baek Seojun pressed his toes into the mat.
His thighs trembled.
His calves felt heavy too.
But his legs were still alive.
“Yes.”
The Seconds Out signal sounded.
A Yeon put away the water bottle.
Ryu Tae Hwan removed the ice bag.
Do Yun pressed Baek Seojun’s shoulder once.
“Go.”
Baek Seojun rose.
Across from him.
Lee Sung Jun rose as well.
Crimson marks stained his jaw.
But his eyes were still burning.
Their gazes collided once more at the center of the Cage.
The fourth round was waiting.
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Ding!
The bell for the fourth round rang out.
[This is Baek Seojun’s first time ever entering the fourth round!]
[Whether his stamina holds up will be decisive!]
Baek Seojun moved toward center.
His legs were heavy.
Still, his guard was up.
Lee Sung Jun didn’t wait.
The moment the bell rang, he rushed forward.
Thud!
His front foot struck the mat.
Not a punch this time.
Not a takedown either.
Lee Sung Jun’s left arm wrapped around Baek Seojun’s neck.
Crack.
His head snapped down into the clinch.
“Ugh!”
His vision went dark.
His breathing passages tightened.
Lee Sung Jun’s full weight bore down.
Baek Seojun’s feet slid backward.
The Steel Cage drew closer.
Clang!
His back touched it.
Lee Sung Jun drove his head deeper into Baek Seojun’s chin.
He pressed his jaw down with his shoulder.
His elbow blocked the chest.
And from where it couldn’t be seen, he struck short and sharp.
Thud.
The ribs.
Thud.
The flank.
Thump.
The abdomen.
The blows weren’t heavy.
But they gnawed at his breath.
Baek Seojun drove his hips forward.
He worked his left arm inward.
An Underhook.
He tried to wedge open a gap.
Lee Sung Jun’s elbow came down immediately.
Crack.
The opening closed.
Baek Seojun clenched his teeth.
The Gymnasium Mat came to mind.
Training partners from higher weight classes.
Park Yeon Sung’s shoulders.
Thick arms.
Pressed down.
Dragged against.
Slammed into the wall.
Do Yun’s voice.
“Drive your hips!”
Ryu Tae Hwan’s voice.
“Arm underneath!”
Baek Seojun’s hand jabbed inside Lee Sung Jun’s waist.
He forced his hips out.
He planted his knees.
A gap opened.
Half a palm’s width.
Baek Seojun twisted his body.
Lee Sung Jun’s head pressed in again.
The chin.
The nape of the neck.
The airway.
The Steel Cage pressed against his spine.
Crack!
A short right hand drove into the abdomen.
Baek Seojun’s chest jerked.
He pushed against Lee Sung Jun’s temple with his left hand.
He struck the torso with his right.
Thud.
Lee Sung Jun took the blow.
But he didn’t let go.
It was a slugfest.
Clinch.
Push.
Press.
Strike.
Tangled again.
[Round 4 is nothing but clinching! ]
[No flashy striking! The Champion has Baek Seojun pinned against the Steel Cage!]
Seojun broke free.
Two steps.
Lee Sung Jun caught him again.
The neck.
The arm.
The shoulder.
Clang!
Back to the fence.
Seojun’s muscles swelled.
His neck thickened.
His shoulders inflated.
Sweat burst across his skin.
But his breathing grew heavy.
“Haah… haah….”
Lee Sung Jun kept leaning his weight down.
Short punch.
Thwack.
Shoulder pressure.
Thud.
Knee to the thigh.
Crack.
Seojun answered back.
Short Body Shot.
Thwack.
Inside Uppercut.
Pop.
Elbow frame.
Screech.
The score was even.
But the toll was different.
Seojun’s legs stiffened bit by bit.
His arms lagged.
His breath caught in his throat.
Outside the fence.
Do Yun clenched his teeth.
“That old bastard.”
The muscles in his jaw worked.
“He’s not planning to finish this round.”
Ryu Tae Hwan nodded heavily.
“He’s draining Seojun’s stamina.”
His gaze was fixed on Lee Sung Jun’s footwork.
“He’s planning to settle it in Round 5.”
A Yeon’s hand gripped the fence.
Ten seconds left.
Lee Sung Jun pressed down on Seojun again.
Seojun drove his hips forward desperately.
Thwack!
Their short punches landed simultaneously.
Sweat and blood dripped down below the Steel Cage.
Ding!
The bell rang, ending Round 4.
Seojun peeled himself from the fence.
One step.
Two steps.
The walk back to the Corner felt endless.
The moment he reached the stool, his body gave out.
Thump.
He collapsed onto the chair.
His chest swelled as though it might burst.
“Hah…… Hah…….”
Hot breath poured from his mouth.
There was blood in it.
His throat felt parched.
His arms were lead.
His thighs had gone rigid as stone.
It was the first time since his debut.
That sensation—the fuel inside him running dry.
Tae Soo splashed water on him.
Baek Seojun’s head tilted slightly.
A Yeon wiped his face with a towel.
Roughly.
Sweat and blood came away together.
“Listen to me, Seojun.”
A Yeon’s voice came fast.
“One round left. Just one.”
Baek Seojun could only gasp.
“Huff…… Huff…….”
A Yeon grabbed his chin and lifted his head.
“If the match ends like this, it goes to a decision.”
Baek Seojun’s eyelids dragged open.
Eyes bloodshot.
Focus hazy.
But he heard her words.
He asked, his voice hoarse.
“If it goes to a decision…….”
A Yeon’s hand stilled.
Baek Seojun looked at her.
“Who wins?”
The answer didn’t come at once.
A Yeon’s lips tightened slightly.
Tae Soo swallowed hard.
Ryu Tae Hwan looked silently toward the opposite corner.
Lee Sung Jun sat on the stool.
His body was drenched.
Red marks stained his jaw.
But his posture hadn’t crumbled.
Then Do Yun stepped forward.
He gripped Baek Seojun’s shoulder hard.
His fingers dug into flesh.
“Listen carefully.”
Baek Seojun’s gaze shifted to Do Yun.
Do Yun’s face was cold.
“Depending on what happens in the fifth round, it could go either way.”
He spoke slowly.
Measuring each word.
“But if the match ends with the current score unchanged……”
A beat of silence.
Do Yun’s grip tightened.
“We lose.”
Those words drove into the corner.
The roar of the crowd.
The commentators’ voices.
The noise from the stands.
All of it receded for a moment.
Baek Seojun’s wavering pupils steadied.
A Yeon spoke low.
“You took the first round.”
Ryu Tae Hwan continued.
“Round three is yours too.”
Do Yun said.
“But the champion took rounds two and four.”
A Yeon studied the tablet.
“If round five ends close like this, we’re in trouble.”
Tae Soo clenched his teeth.
“So you’re saying we can’t go to a decision by playing it safe.”
Do Yun kept his eyes fixed on Baek Seojun.
“That’s right.”
He spoke curtly.
“You have to finish it.”
Baek Seojun drew in a breath.
Ragged.
Deep.
His chest rose sharply.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
Sweat dripped from his chin.
Splash.
It mingled with blood on the mat.
Baek Seojun nodded slowly.
Once.
Twice.
His eyes shifted.
The hazy focus sharpened into a point.
Across his blood-and-sweat-caked face, a predatory intensity rose up from somewhere primal.
Do Yun’s hand lifted from his shoulder.
The Seconds Out signal sounded.
A Yeon held out the mouthpiece.
Baek Seojun took it and clamped it down.
Firm.
His jaw locked.
He pressed both palms into his thighs.
His body swayed.
But he rose.
Slowly.
Smoothly.
He lifted himself from the stool.
A Yeon looked up at him.
Ryu Tae Hwan’s eyes narrowed.
Do Yun spoke.
“Can you do this?”
Baek Seojun glanced across to the opposite corner.
Lee Sung Jun was rising as well.
The champion’s gaze turned toward him.
Baek Seojun spoke low.
“Then…….”
His feet pressed into the mat.
“I’ll finish it in round five.”
Do Yun’s mouth curved up ever so slightly.
“Go.”
Baek Seojun turned.
The final round.
Five minutes to claim the belt.
He walked toward the center of the Cage.

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