I Thought I Was Bullying a Nobody, But He's a Martial Arts Genius - Chapter 67

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Fighting Genius Unaware He Was Bullied Episode 067
The Referee lifted Baek Seojun’s arm.
The crowd erupted again.
“Baek Seojun!”
“Baek Seojun!”
As the ring announcer finished declaring victory, a reporter entered the Cage.
The microphone came toward Seojun.
“This is your return after six months—and you finished the number three Ranking fighter in just one minute of the first Round. How do you feel?”
Seojun caught his breath briefly.
“I executed the game plan.”
“Did you expect to finish Choi Min Gyo so quickly?”
“I didn’t anticipate the timing.”
Seojun glanced toward the fallen Choi Min Gyo.
“I was ready to finish it the moment the opportunity came.”
The reporter smiled.
“The winner now receives a Challenge Right to a Championship Match.”
The crowd stirred again.
“What’s your next target?”
Seojun didn’t hesitate.
“Only the Champion.”
Brief. Direct.
That single word ignited the crowd once more.
Seojun returned the microphone and descended from the Cage.
* * *
Waiting Room.
Seojun showered quickly.
He stripped off his trunks and changed into black training clothes.
Do Yun sat on the sofa. “Get some rest?”
Seojun pulled up his zipper.
“We need to watch the main event.”
A Yeon grabbed the Tablet.
“Of course we do.”
The vacant featherweight Title Match.
Lee Woo Sung.
Kang Tae Jin.
Today, a new Champion would be crowned.
And the person most likely to face that victor was now Seojun.
As they emerged into the Stadium corridor, an official was waiting.
“Fighter Baek Seojun, this way, please.”
Seojun followed.
Not the general seating.
Right beside the Cage.
Premium Ringside seating reserved for fighter staff and VIPs.
The official gestured to a seat.
“You can sit here.”
Seojun sat.
The Steel Cage filled his vision.
Close enough to touch if he reached out.
The large display screen showed information about the imminent main event.

Expert predictions appeared below the broadcast.

Ranking one, Lee Woo Sung.
The man who had lost twice to former Champion Lee Sung Jun, and only to Seojun.
Seojun’s eyes found him too.
Tournament finals.

Third Round.
The opponent he’d knocked down.
And the promise they’d made in the Waiting Room today.
‘You must win.’
Baek Seojun’s hand dried slowly atop his knee.
If they clashed again.
It would be different this time.
Then.
“Oh?”
Someone in the nearby stands had spotted Baek Seojun.
“It’s Baek Seojun!”
Eyes turned toward him all at once.
People rose from their seats.
“Just one photo, please!”
“Could you sign something for me?”
“Today’s match was absolutely insane!”
Baek Seojun was momentarily flustered.
Still, he stood up.
“Of course. One person at a time, please.”
Phones were held up.
Click.
Click.
Program booklets and hats were thrust toward him.
Baek Seojun signed each one.
“What name should I write?”
“Min-soo!”
“Of course.”
Fans crowded around him.
Baek Seojun bowed his head for the photos.
He handed over the autographs.
He offered a brief greeting.
Meanwhile.
Inside the Cage, two fighters were entering and the Referee was issuing warnings.
When he glanced sideways, the two were already heading to their respective corners.
‘It’s about to start?’
He wanted to watch the match, but fans kept streaming toward him.
He should have politely declined and turned his attention to the fight, but Baek Seojun still lacked that kind of social finesse.
Wanting to repay the fans who loved him as much as possible, he picked up another sheet and continued signing when—
“Fight!!”
The Referee’s voice announced the start of the match.
* * *
Crack!!
The dull, bone-jarring sound of impact.
Immediately, screams erupted from the stands.
“Aaahhh!”
Baek Seojun’s head snapped around.
Inside the Cage.
Lee Woo Sung lay sprawled on the floor.
His back was pressed against the Mat.
And on top of him: Kang Tae Jin.
Ranking number two.
A cold, precise striker.
In the brief moment Baek Seojun had been surrounded by fans.
The situation had already collapsed.
Kang Tae Jin mounted Lee Woo Sung at the waist.
His right arm drew back.
Thud!
Over the Guard.
His left arm.
Crack!
By the temple.
Lee Woo Sung clenched his teeth.
He drew both arms up in front of his face.
He twisted his body.
He pushed with his legs.
He fought to escape any way he could.
“Ugh!”
Kang Tae Jin pressed forward.
He was not excited.
His breathing remained steady.
His expression never changed.
Cold.
He saw only the gaps in the Guard.
Lee Woo Sung’s arms parted slightly.
A gap the width of two fingers.
Kang Tae Jin’s fist drove straight through it.
Crack!
Lee Woo Sung’s nose broke.
Blood sprayed across the Mat.
Lee Woo Sung snapped his arms shut.
This time on the other side.
The temple opened.
Kang Tae Jin’s left hand.
Thud!
Precise.
Then his right.
Bang!
Lee Woo Sung’s head bounced off the Mat.
[This is dangerous!]
[Kang Tae Jin’s Pounding is far too accurate!]
Lee Woo Sung pulled his knee up.
He twisted his waist.
He tried to secure even a Half Guard.
Kang Tae Jin did not pull his leg away.
He simply pressed down.
And he struck.
Thud!
Crack!
Thud!
Not a single blow was wasted.
He did not strike where the Guard held firm.
The openings.
The gaps that widened.
The instant the Guard wavered.
There, and only there, he drove his fist.
Baek Seojun’s eyes narrowed.
‘He has no emotion.’
Lee Woo Sung was desperate.
He moved to survive.
He curled his body to evade.
He pressed his arms close.
He shook his head.
Kang Tae Jin was different.
Like a machine.
Whether his opponent suffered.
Whether he bled.
Whether he swallowed a scream.
He saw none of it.
Only the openings.
And the strikes.
Lee Woo Sung’s right arm dropped suddenly.
Kang Tae Jin’s fist drove straight through.
Crack!
A clean shot to the face.
Lee Woo Sung’s head snapped to the side.
His eyes went glassy.
The strength drained from his arm.
Baek Seojun half-rose from his seat.
“…….”
The Referee saw it too.
He threw himself forward.
“St—!”
In that instant.
Kang Tae Jin’s right hand rose again.
It was already over.
Lee Woo Sung didn’t move.
His eyes were vacant.
And yet.
Kang Tae Jin didn’t stop.
His fist fell.
Slam!
It connected with the unconscious Lee Woo Sung’s face once more.
The Referee shoved Kang Tae Jin’s body roughly away.
“Stop! It’s over!”
Kang Tae Jin took two steps back.
His expression hadn’t changed.
The Referee wrapped his arms around Lee Woo Sung, crossing them in the signal.
Match over.
Cheers and jeers erupted simultaneously from the crowd.
Baek Seojun slowly settled back into his seat.
His brow remained tense.
That final blow.
It wasn’t necessary.
It wasn’t an accident either.
Kang Tae Jin had known.
He’d known Lee Woo Sung was already finished.
And he’d struck anyway.
Baek Seojun’s gaze fixed on Kang Tae Jin.
Kang Tae Jin looked down at his blood-stained Gloves.
He shook them once.
Then he raised his head.
Ringside.
Their eyes met.
There was nothing in Kang Tae Jin’s face.
No remorse.
No exhilaration.
No sense of triumph.
Only the gaze of a fighter sizing up his next opponent.
* * *
Medical personnel entered the Cage.
Lee Woo Sung was placed on a stretcher.
Blood streaked across his face.
The crowd’s murmuring continued in waves.
On the other side.
Kang Tae Jin stood waiting.
He wasn’t even breathing hard.
A new Champion Belt was cinched around his waist.
The reporter cautiously raised the microphone.
“First, congratulations on your victory.”
Kang Tae Jin gave a slight bow.
“Thank you.”
“However.”
The reporter paused, choosing her words carefully.
“Wasn’t that final pounding an unnecessary strike?”
The crowd stirred.
Kang Tae Jin’s expression remained unmoved.
He glanced once at Lee Woo Sung being carried out on a stretcher.
Then he spoke.
“The Referee didn’t stop it.”
His answer came in an indifferent tone.
“My job is only to destroy my opponent thoroughly.”
Boos erupted from the crowd.
Kang Tae Jin paid them no mind.
Just then, an official from Axis approached Baek Seojun at the Ringside.
“Baek Seojun.”
Seojun lifted his head.
“Would you come up into the Cage?”
Seojun rose immediately.
The steel cage door opened.
The moment he stepped inside.
“Wooooooooo!”
The crowd erupted.
Kang Tae Jin turned his head.
Seojun walked toward the center.
The new Champion.
And the first challenger.
The two men faced each other.
The reporter handed the microphone to Seojun.
“Baek Seojun. A new Champion has just been crowned. Please, a word.”
Seojun looked at Kang Tae Jin.
He didn’t avert his gaze.
“I learned much from my previous loss.”
The crowd fell silent.
“I discovered my shortcomings.”
Seojun closed his fist lightly.
“And I’ve addressed every one of them.”
Kang Tae Jin’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
Seojun continued.
“In our next fight.”
A brief silence.
“I’ll win completely and claim the Championship.”
The crowd roared.
“Baek Seojun!”
“Baek Seojun!”
The reporter handed the microphone to Kang Tae Jin.
Kang Tae Jin glanced down at the Champion Belt.
Then he looked at Seojun.
“The belt doesn’t change hands.”
His voice was low.
Flat as a machine.
“Baek Seojun.”
His gaze fixed on Seojun’s face.
“You’ll suffer another defeat in your next match.”
The corners of Seojun’s mouth lifted slightly.
“We’ll see about that when we fight.”
Kang Tae Jin didn’t back down either.
Their gazes collided head-on.
Camera flashes poured down.
Click!
Click!
* * *
At the top of the spectator section.
The Team Jugjak crew looked down into the Cage.
Tae Soo gripped the railing, buzzing with excitement.
“Beautiful!”
He raised his fist.
“Our Seojun’s going to tear that machine of a guy to pieces!”
Jin Hyuk spoke from beside him.
“There he goes again.”
“What? This time I’m right, aren’t I?”
Tae Soo looked at Do Yun.
“Isn’t that so, Coach?”
Do Yun didn’t answer.
His face had gone rigid.
Tae Soo’s brow furrowed.
“Why so serious?”
Do Yun spoke quietly.
“He’s not the easy opponent you think he is.”
“Come on! Seojun fought evenly with the Champion himself!”
“That’s just a simple comparison.”
Do Yun’s gaze remained fixed on Kang Tae Jin’s feet.
“That bastard is different.”
Tae Soo turned to A Yeon.
“Representative, what do you mean?”
A Yeon didn’t answer.
She scrolled rapidly through the footage on her tablet screen.
Kang Tae Jin’s match footage.
Stance.
Strike trajectory.
Counter frequency.
Distance maintenance.
Defensive patterns.
Her eyes began to waver slightly.
Do Yun noticed it.
“What is it?”
A Yeon opened her mouth only after a long pause.
“I’d need to analyze the data more thoroughly to be certain, but…….”
She looked down at the two fighters above the Cage.
Seojun.
Kang Tae Jin.
Two warriors neither willing to give an inch.
A Yeon’s fingers tightened against the tablet’s edge.
“Kang Tae Jin’s style.”
All eyes turned toward A Yeon.
“For Seojun.”
Her voice dropped lower.
“It’s the worst possible matchup.”

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