I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 62

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Fighting Genius, Unaware — Episode 062
Ding!
The bell rang for Round 5.
Baek Seojun exploded forward.
He didn’t wait.
Five minutes left.
If it goes to decision, he loses.
That single truth was hammered into his body.
Baek Seojun’s left hand fired first.
Thwack!
Lee Sung Jun’s guard shot up.
Immediately his right.
Crack!
The forearm trembled.
Baek Seojun pressed deeper.
Jab.
Straight.
Left hook.
Low kick.
Thwack! Crack! Boom! Snap!
He spared no breath.
The champion was driven backward.
Lee Sung Jun’s footwork lagged a half-beat.
His eyes widened slightly.
A speed he’d never seen.
A ferocity unlike anything before.
But he didn’t stay rattled long.
Lee Sung Jun’s chin tucked.
His shoulders closed.
The instant Baek Seojun’s right hand flew in,
the champion’s left hand drilled inward.
Pop.
A sharp jab.
Baek Seojun’s nose snapped back.
His vision lurched.
In that opening, the right hand.
Crack!
Baek Seojun’s guard slammed into his face.
Baek Seojun’s feet hesitated.
[The Champion! Immediate counter!]
[He’s not simply absorbing Baek Seojun’s assault!]
Lee Sung Jun pressed forward.
Now it was the champion charging in.
Left hand obscuring the view.
Right hand pulled back hard.
Targeting Baek Seojun’s jaw.
Whoosh!
Baek Seojun saw it.
The shoulders.
The elbows.
The feet.
A half-beat.
Baek Seojun’s body dropped.
The champion’s fist whistled overhead.
At the same moment, Baek Seojun’s right hand rose from underneath.
Boom!
A counter.
Lee Sung Jun’s head snapped.
But the champion didn’t fall.
He threw the left hook instead.
Crack!
Baek Seojun’s guard shattered at the temple.
Baek Seojun didn’t retreat.
A short body shot.
Crack!
Lee Sung Jun’s abdomen folded inward.
Their elbows pressed together again.
Clinch.
Both their heads collided.
Thud.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Forehead to jaw.
They shoved each other.
One step toward the fence.
One step back to center.
Lee Sung Jun grabbed the back of his neck.
Baek Seojun drove an underhook up.
The champion’s knee came up.
Crack!
It landed against Baek Seojun’s thigh.
Baek Seojun clenched his teeth and fired a short uppercut.
Thwack!
Beneath the jaw.
Lee Sung Jun’s head snapped back.
They separated.
In the same breath, fists flew forward again.
Crack!
Bang!
Both their guards wavered.
Do Yun gripped the fence and roared.
“Don’t stop! Push now!”
The champion’s corner erupted too.
“Sung Jun! Close the angle! Target the body!”
A Yeon shouted.
“Don’t stay in front like that!”
Ryu Tae Hwan’s voice was clipped.
“Footwork!”
Baek Seojun heard it.
His ears registered it.
But his body was already elsewhere.
Lee Sung Jun’s breathing.
The arc of his fists.
The minute tremor of his shoulders.
That was all he saw.
Lee Sung Jun was the same.
Do Yun’s cries faded.
His corner’s instructions faded.
The crowd’s roar faded.
All of it receded into distance.
Only Baek Seojun filled his vision.
The challenger.
A beast bearing down on him.
If he didn’t devour, he’d be devoured.
Lee Sung Jun’s right hand shot out in a straight line.
Baek Seojun slipped outside and threw his left.
Crack!
They grazed each other.
Blood sprayed.
Lee Sung Jun threw a Low Kick.
Snap!
Baek Seojun’s legs wavered.
He planted his feet despite the tremor, pressing forward.
Left hand.
Smack!
Right hand.
Bang!
The Champion’s guard split open, then snapped shut again.
Lee Sung Jun seized the gap, driving his body forward.
He pushed with his shoulder.
Baek Seojun braced with his head.
Breath collided against his face.
Blood and sweat mingled together.
Both fighters tangled again before the steel cage.
Clinch.
Break.
Strike.
Counter.
Back in.
[Both fighters refuse to give ground!]
[This is a battle of technique and will combined!]
Baek Seojun’s right hand chambered again.
Lee Sung Jun’s left rose at the same instant.
Their eyes met.
Whoever landed the next blow first would seize the momentum.
* * *
Lee Sung Jun’s right hand extended.
Straight.
Heavy and fast—a Right Straight.
Baek Seojun saw it.
The shoulder moved first.
The elbow bent.
His toes pressed the mat.
The trajectory opened.
‘I see it.’
Baek Seojun’s body slipped a half-beat to the side.
The Champion’s fist grazed his cheek.
Whoosh!
Simultaneously, Baek Seojun’s left foot planted.
His hips rotated.
His right hand snapped short and sharp.
Crack!
The fist drove into Lee Sung Jun’s temple.
Bone sang beneath his knuckles.
A solid impact.
A clean hit.
Baek Seojun’s eyes blazed.
‘It’s over.’
That sensation—that unmistakable feeling.
The same one that had felled Hwang Dae Gun.
The same one that had shut down Lee Woo Sung.
The touch of shattering an opponent’s center of balance.
But.
Lee Sung Jun did not fall.
His head turned only slightly to the side.
Then it turned back.
His eyes were alive.
No—
they had deepened.
Something cold brushed the length of Baek Seojun’s spine.
‘Why—’
Lee Sung Jun’s left hand came flying.
A left hook.
Short and heavy.
There was no time to dodge.
Crack!
Baek Seojun’s face snapped to the side.
His vision tilted sideways.
His feet wavered.
The taste of blood exploded in his mouth.
‘My fists aren’t….’
Baek Seojun’s pupils shook.
‘Getting through?’
He stepped back.
Lee Sung Jun came forward.
Baek Seojun instinctively raised his guard.
Both arms pressed tight in front of his face.
To block the follow-up.
In that instant.
Lee Sung Jun’s body dropped.
“……!”
It wasn’t a strike.
Bait to keep his eyes high.
The Champion’s shoulder drove into his hip.
Both arms wrapped around his thighs.
Baek Seojun tried to sprawl.
Too late.
Boom—!
His back slammed into the mat.
Air knocked from his lungs.
The ceiling lights swayed above him.
Baek Seojun turned his head to look at the scoreboard.

Two minutes remaining.
If he stayed pinned like this, it was over.
Baek Seojun bucked his hips.
Bang!
Lee Sung Jun’s weight pressed down.
It felt like a boulder had settled onto his chest.
Baek Seojun drove his elbow forward.
The frame.
Under the chin.
He pushed.
It didn’t move.
Thud!
Ground and pound rained down onto his guard.
An arm planted against his face.
Baek Seojun turned his head away.
Another one coming.
Crack!
This time, beside his ear.
Sound went distant.
Do Yun’s shout tore through from outside the fence.
“Find the fence! Use your legs!”
Baek Seojun twisted his hips.
Drove his knee inward.
Lee Sung Jun’s thigh blocked the way.
Baek Seojun bucked again.
Sweat smeared across the mat.
It was slick.
He slipped his shoulder through the gap.
Half a span.
Lee Sung Jun’s hand clamped down on his throat.
He was pinned again.
Thud!
Ground and pound.
Bang!
Guard.
Baek Seojun’s forearm burned.
But his eyes stayed open.
The Champion’s wrist.
His shoulder.
His hips.
The weight shift coming next.
He saw it all.
Seojun drove his right hand inward.
Underhook.
His left foot scraped the mat.
Screech.
His body torqued sideways.
Lee Sung Jun blocked the space with his knee.
Seojun snapped his hips again.
His breath cut off in his throat.
His lungs burned.
But his back lifted just barely off the mat.
The fence was still far.
One minute was gone.
The scoreboard changed.

Time remaining.
One minute.
Seojun’s foot found the fence.
Tap.
His hips rose.
Lee Sung Jun pressed down again.
Seojun gritted his teeth.
He poured every last ounce into his legs.
“Nngh……!”
His back scraped the fence.
His knees planted.
Lee Sung Jun’s arms gave way.
One step.
Then another.
Seojun dragged himself upright.
[He’s up!]
[Baek Seojun returns to standing!]
Do Yun slammed the fence.
“Yes! Hold on!”
But his expression hardened at once.
He could see Seojun’s condition.
“Damn it…….”
His chest heaved as if torn open.
“Hah…… hah…….”
His shoulders sagged.
His legs trembled.
His mouth hung open.
Do Yun shouted.
“Seojun! You’re out of gas! Don’t go trading blows!”
Across the way.
Lee Sung Jun was different.
His breathing was rough.
His face was a wreck.
But his legs remained steady.
Stamina reserved for the fifth Round.
He still had it.
Lee Sung Jun swallowed once.
Then he came forward.
Bang!
Thwack!
Baek Seojun’s guard wavered.
A Straight.
Bang!
The forearm drove into his face.
Crack!
Baek Seojun’s body slid sideways.
He didn’t fall.
He locked both arms tight.
He defended.
He held firm.
He waited.
‘Just once.’
Only Baek Seojun’s eyes were alive.
‘One opening is all I need.’
Lee Sung Jun’s left hand.
His right hand.
A Low Kick.
Each impact sent a tremor through Baek Seojun’s legs.
But he saw it all.
The shoulder.
The hip.
The breath.
The Champion’s right shoulder opened.
A Right Straight.
Baek Seojun’s pupils flashed.
‘Now!’
His body moved first.
He pulled his head to the right.
His left foot planted.
Baek Seojun’s left straight shot straight out.
A Counter.
Perfect timing.
Do Yun’s eyes widened.
“It landed!”
The crowd rose to its feet.
Baek Seojun’s fist extended toward Lee Sung Jun’s face.
Just before contact.
Lee Sung Jun’s right arm bent sharply.
His elbow folded inward.
His shoulder rotated.
The line of the extended Straight twisted.
The attack became a defense instead.
Lee Sung Jun’s forearm pushed against Baek Seojun’s left hand.
Baek Seojun’s fist slipped to the side.
Swoosh.
The fist grazed Lee Sung Jun’s cheek.
It passed behind his ear.
“……!”
Baek Seojun’s eyes widened.
At the same moment.
Lee Sung Jun’s right hand, which had deflected the trajectory, curled back inward.
There was no blind spot.
There was nowhere left to escape.
Right Straight.
Crack—!
The temple.
It landed perfectly.
Sound cut out.
Light went dark.
‘Ah…….’
That was the end.
Baek Seojun’s legs gave way.
His body pitched forward.
His hands never came up.
Like a puppet with its strings cut.
Thud.
He hit the mat face-first.
Lee Sung Jun was right on him.
His right hand went up.
Follow-up strike.
In that instant.
The Referee threw himself between them.
“Stop!”
He shoved Lee Sung Jun back.
Both arms crossed wide.
Match over.
Do Yun’s hand froze against the Steel Cage.
A Yeon couldn’t move either.
Ryu Tae Hwan didn’t close his eyes.
On the mat.
Baek Seojun lay motionless, face down.
The time on the scoreboard stopped.
<5R 4:21>
The Commentators’ voices cracked.
[It’s over!]
[Champion Lee Sung Jun drops Baek Seojun in the final fifth Round!]
At the same moment, Champion Lee Sung Jun, standing in the Cage, raised his right fist.
“Yeeeeeeees—!!”
Then came the roar of the crowd, cascading down.
And.
[Champion Lee Sung Jun retains the Belt!!]
The spotlight poured down on Lee Sung Jun.

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