I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 64

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Unknown Fighting Genius 064
Hospital Consultation Room.
The doctor handed over the X-Ray.
He checked the Medical Chart once more.
Baek Seojun sat in the chair.
Do Yun and A Yeon stood beside him.
“There’s no major damage to the bones or muscle.”
The doctor pointed at the screen.
“However.”
His finger paused.
“The cumulative trauma is significant.”
Baek Seojun lifted his head.
“Cumulative?”
“Yes.”
The doctor flipped through the chart.
“You’ve competed far too many times in a very short span.”
The Hwang Dae Gun match.
The tournament finals.
The Champion bout.
The impact left on his body was considerable.
The doctor continued.
“Especially the recent 5 Rounds match—the toll was substantial.”
Do Yun crossed his arms.
“How long does he need to rest?”
The doctor answered at once.
“A minimum of six months.”
Baek Seojun’s eyes widened slightly.
“Six months?”
“Complete rest and rehabilitation are essential.”
The doctor pressed on.
“Intense Sparring is forbidden for the time being.”
“Increase weights gradually.”
“Avoid any training that causes cumulative impact.”
Baek Seojun fell silent for a moment.
Do Yun stood up first.
“Understood.”
* * *
A Café near the hospital.
The three of them sat by the window.
Do Yun took a sip of his iced coffee.
“This is actually good news.”
Baek Seojun looked at him.
“Good news?”
“Yeah.”
Do Yun spoke casually.
“Take this chance to rest properly.”
He set down his cup.
“Catch up on your schoolwork, prepare for graduation, and rebuild your body gradually. That’s all.”
Baek Seojun’s fingers pressed against the cup’s surface.
“Is that really okay?”
Do Yun raised an eyebrow.
Baek Seojun hesitated slightly.
“I’m afraid my instincts will dull…….”
“Idiot.”
Do Yun cut him off sharply.
Baek Seojun closed his mouth.
Do Yun let out a short laugh.
“That’s how the professional stage works in MMA.”
He tapped his fingers on the table.
Tap. Tap.
“It’s not about mindlessly throwing punches.”
Baek Seojun listened quietly.
“You fight, you get hurt, you recover, you rebuild.”
Do Yun’s eyes fixed on Baek Seojun.
“How you use this gap to mend your body and fill in the cracks—”
He broke off.
“That determines the height of your next stage.”
The tension drained slightly from Baek Seojun’s hands.
Do Yun continued.
“You went five rounds for the first time. You held your ground, you weathered multiple rounds in the clinch, you took shots to the head.”
He gestured with his chin.
“If you cover all that up and pretend it’s fine, then just jump back in—is that being a professional?”
Baek Seojun shook his head.
“No, it isn’t.”
“Right.”
Do Yun leaned back against his chair.
“The ones who stay sharp are the ones who last.”
A Yeon powered on the tablet beside them.
“I’ll draw up a recovery plan.”
Baek Seojun looked at her.
“Diet, first.”
A Yeon swiped through the screen.
“Sleep schedule.”
“Rehabilitation timeline.”
“Weight maintenance window.”
“Everything through when you start sparring again.”
Do Yun cut in immediately.
“And if you sneak into the Gymnasium and hit the punching bag, you’re done.”
Baek Seojun paused for a moment.
“I was already thinking about that.”
Do Yun’s expression hardened.
“See? That’s exactly what I expected.”
A Yeon sighed.
“Just rest for now. Seriously.”
Baek Seojun looked between them both.
Then he nodded, brief and firm.
“Yes.”
He set down the cup in his hand.
“I’ll take proper rest.”
Do Yun nodded.
“Good.”
A Yeon opened the next screen immediately.

Baek Seojun’s gaze halted on those words.
This wasn’t a time to rush back in.
This was a time to rebuild from within.
* * *
Once the rest was settled, Baek Seojun threw himself into school life with renewed purpose.
Returning to the School, his daily existence had transformed completely from before.
Walking down the hallway, the path opened before him.
No one had told them to.
The students simply parted, naturally, to either side.
“Hey, that’s Baek Seojun.”
“He actually made it to the championship fight.”
“Did you see him survive five rounds?”
The voices were hushed, but the eyes followed him everywhere.
Someone raised their phone, then quietly lowered it the moment their gaze met his.
Another nudged a friend in the ribs, pointing at Baek Seojun as he passed.
Baek Seojun paid it no mind.
He wore his uniform.
Slinging the bag over his shoulder.
He simply walked toward the classroom.
In the old days, he’d kept his head down.
Make eye contact, and you’d get hit.
Now it was different.
Baek Seojun didn’t have to look first.
People moved out of his way on their own.
* * *
Lunchtime.
Behind the School Canteen.
A corner where few students ventured.
“What, you think I believe you when you say you don’t have it?”
A broad-shouldered student shoved a smaller boy in the chest.
Thud.
His back hit the wall.
“I told you yesterday to bring it.”
The student beside him dug through the smaller boy’s pockets.
“There’s only a thousand won here?”
“You really don’t have more?”
The small student bowed his head.
“That’s… that’s my bus fare…”
“So?”
A hand rose again.
Then footsteps stopped.
All three turned their heads at once.
Baek Seojun stood there.
A milk carton in one hand.
A straw between his lips.
No particular expression on his face.
Not angry.
He simply looked.
At the student pinned to the wall.
At the hand rifling through pockets.
At the hand gripping the boy’s chest.
And finally.
At the faces of the school bullies.
Their eyes met.
In an instant, one student’s hand froze.
……
Baek Seojun said nothing.
But the air shifted.
The Octagon.
Blood.
5 Rounds.
Eyes that had thrown every punch at the Champion until the final bell.
A sliver of that cold intensity from then seeped through now.
The student gripping the boy’s chest released his hold.
“Ah……”line>
The other one pulled his hand from the pocket too.

“S-Seojun.”
Baek Seojun’s gaze dropped to that hand.
It was holding the smaller student’s money.
“That.”
Two words, clipped.
The student flinched.
“Huh?”
Baek Seojun spoke.
“Give it back.”
“N-no, this is just… we were just borrowing it.”
Baek Seojun didn’t answer.
He didn’t take a single step forward.
He just stared.
The student’s mouth fell shut.
His hands trembled.
“I-I’m sorry.”
He hastily returned the money.
“It was a joke. Really.”
Another one quickly chimed in.
“Yeah. Just a joke.”
Baek Seojun’s gaze rose slowly.
“Doesn’t look like a joke to me.”
His voice was low.
That was all.
The three students’ faces went rigid.
“Sorry.”
“We’re really sorry.”
“We won’t do it again.”
One of them stepped backward.
His foot caught.
The rest scrambled after him.
They fled out behind the School Canteen.
Baek Seojun didn’t follow.
He took a sip of milk.
The student pressed against the wall cautiously raised his head.
“Th-thanks.”
Baek Seojun looked at him.
His old self overlapped with the boy’s image.
Head bowed.
Back against the wall.
Waiting for the blows to end.
Without a word, Baek Seojun tapped the student’s shoulder.
“Keep track of your money.”
“Huh?”
“Bus fare, right?”
The student nodded quickly.
“Yeah.”
Baek Seojun turned.
He walked toward the School Canteen with the milk carton in his mouth.
A small voice followed from behind.
“Thanks. Really.”
Baek Seojun raised his hand lightly.
There was a time when he couldn’t do anything from that same position.
But now, just a glance was enough.
* * *
Winter.
Snow fell outside the windows of Team Jugjak Gymnasium.
White flakes pattered against the glass.
The air inside the gymnasium was hot.
Metal clanged.
Punching Bag thuds echoed.
Rough breathing.
In front of the full-length mirror.
Baek Seojun stood bare-chested.
His body had transformed in six months.
His narrow shoulders had broadened.
Thick muscle covered the area beneath his collarbone.
His back had widened across both sides, and definition showed through his shorts even on his thighs.
Tae Soo glanced at the Scale reading beside him.
“Wow.”
<71.4㎏>
Tae Soo looked Baek Seojun up and down.
“You’ve really broken seventy.”
Baek Seojun stepped down from the Scale.
Tae Soo picked up the Measuring Tape and tilted his head.
“Your height looks like it’s grown another three centimeters, at least.”
“Have I grown that much?”
“Look at your shoulders.”
Tae Soo tapped Baek Seojun’s shoulder with the flat of his palm.
It was solid.
“Used to have a Featherweight kid’s frame.”
He clicked his tongue.
“Now you’ve got the build of a Lightweight just from the frame alone.”
A Yeon’s strict diet.
Regulated sleep.
Rehabilitation.
Gradually increased weight training.
And his growth spurt on top of it all.
His body took it all in.
It wasn’t fat gain.
His waist stayed the same.
Clear muscle definition still marked his abdomen.
What had grown was bone and muscle.
Baek Seojun clenched his fist.
His forearm tensed, solid and prominent.
“No loss of speed in your movements?”
Tae Soo let out a dry laugh.
“Try it yourself.”
Baek Seojun stepped in front of the Punching Bag.
He shuffled his feet lightly.
Tap.
Tap.
His body had grown.
But his footwork hadn’t suffered.
If anything, his center of gravity had dropped lower.
Baek Seojun threw a jab.
Thack!
The Punching Bag shuddered briefly.
Then his right hand.
His waist rotated.
Power that began at his feet traveled through his hips and up to his shoulder.
Bang!!
The massive Punching Bag snapped sideways.
The ceiling chain rattled harshly.
Clang!
Tae Soo’s mouth fell open.
“…Insane.”
Ryu Jin Hyuk also turned away from the Punching Bag.
Baek Seojun stared down at his fist.
It was heavier than before.
But it wasn’t slower.
Another One-Two.
Thack!
Bang!
The Punching Bag recoiled in succession.
Kim Ji Hoon’s eyes brightened from across the room.
“Despite the increased muscle mass, striking velocity has been maintained. In fact, impact force—”
Tae Soo raised his hand.
“Quiet.”
Kim Ji Hoon closed his mouth.
Baek Seojun took his stance once more.
That was when.
Click.
The office door opened.
A Yeon emerged first.
Do Yun walked out behind her.
A thin Document Envelope hung from his hand.
His expression was peculiar.
The corners of his mouth had lifted.
There was only one time Do Yun wore that look.
When he’d found an interesting opponent.
Baek Seojun’s fist stopped mid-punch.
The Punching Bag swung back slowly.
“Coach?”
Do Yun answered by fluttering the envelope.
Thump.
Thump.
A Yeon watched Baek Seojun with her arms crossed.
Do Yun’s eyes swept over Baek Seojun’s frame.
Shoulders.
Waist.
Legs.
And eyes.
“Your body’s ready.”
He held up the Document Envelope.
“Axis Korea came through with a serious offer.”
Baek Seojun’s gaze fixed on the envelope.
Do Yun’s smile deepened.
Baek Seojun’s lips curved upward slowly.
Eyes that had been dormant for six months gleamed sharp and alive once more.
“You son of a bitch.”
Pleased by the reaction, Do Yun chuckled and opened the envelope, drawing out a single document.
“Featherweight rank 3. Eight wins, five losses.”
“Eight and five? That’s a weak record, isn’t it? Seems like they’re handing you a free win.”
The others nodded in agreement at Tae Soo’s comment.
“Since Axis announced that Baek Seojun is making his comeback, they’re basically sacrificing a lamb!”
“But how did someone with that record even place third?”
A Yeon answered Ryu Jin Hyuk’s question.
“The record’s eight wins and five losses, but all five losses are Disqualification Losses from fouls.”
“What? All five losses are disqualifications?”
“That’s right. And in his last four fights, he’s knocked out every opponent. And everyone who’s fought him…….”
“Retired.”
At Do Yun’s words, all their faces went rigid.
“That’s where his nickname comes from—the Undertaker. The Mortician.”
Baek Seojun took the document from Do Yun’s hand and studied the opponent’s profile printed there.
A completely shaved head, with tattoos etched even into the scalp—it told him this was no ordinary man.
“The Mortician…… Choi Min Gyo.”
Featherweight ranking, third place.
Choi Min Gyo, the Mortician, had been named as his next opponent.

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