I Entered an Academy in a Ruined Game

Chapter 112 : Senior's Lesson (2)

Unlike the second-years who predicted Yang Dongju's victory,

The first-years who had observed Su-hyeon up close had a strange belief that if it was Jeong Su-hyeon, he might win.

"Jeong Su-hyeon will win."

Hong In-hyeon, who had rushed over after hearing the news, muttered quietly with his arms folded.

"Senior Yang Dongju was quite famous in the generation above us, but he's no match for Jeong Su-hyeon."

Kwon Seung-yeon also nodded at those words.

"Still, that senior is genuinely skilled. I heard he's a Muay Thai-based kickboxer, an orthodox fighter specialized in kick game rather than boxing."

"Right. Just looking at those legs, you can tell he's famous for having power that makes your bones ache even when you guard."

"Hmm."

Nam Tae-hoon, who heard the two speaking, scratched his chin.

"But it doesn't matter if you don't get hit, right?"

"That's the issue."

Hong In-hyeon nodded.

"I'm not even sure if Su-hyeon would be pushed back in a strength-to-strength fight to begin with."

Kwon Seung-yeon chimed in.

'Only someone like Kang Geon-woo, who's super heavyweight and power-specialized Were-ape, might surpass Su-hyeon in strength.'

"But why are those two suddenly fighting?"

At Hong In-hyeon's question, Kwon Seung-yeon shrugged.

"I don't know. He suddenly came over and picked a fight? He was really unpleasant."

"Hmm."

Hong In-hyeon's gaze turned to Park Chang-jun, who was watching from a distance.

"...I think I roughly know what happened."

Meanwhile,

"Begin!"

Finally, with the assistant's declaration to start, the instructional sparring between Su-hyeon and Yang Dongju began.

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Yang Dongju rhythmically lifted and placed his front foot, stepping back and forth.

'A typical Muay Thai stance.'

Unlike a boxer's posture of extending the front hand and foot, it was a stance with the pelvis almost neutral.

Above all, this was a posture designed to keep the center of gravity at the back, allowing for powerful kicks at any time.

'You're going to lock your face with a long guard?'

I could sense his intention to check my specialty, the punch game, and control the distance with jabs.

'He came with some research.'

Whether to call it thorough or cunning.

'He wouldn't have challenged me if he wasn't confident.'

As the stance revealed his intention, Yang Dongju employed tactics to dominate the long range with Muay Thai's distinctive kick game while simultaneously controlling close range with plum clinch fighting.

However,

'How many times have I beaten this guy again?'

I intended to subdue him with what he was best at.

'First, I'll shatter his mid-range kick game.'

Keeing!

After activating my Eye Power, I slowly approached him by reducing my stride, then launched the first attack.

Whack!

A powerful and heavy outside low kick pounded Yang Dongju's thigh.

'Indeed solid.'

It felt like kicking a log.

"Kugh!"

The damage must have been considerable, as Yang Dongju's expression changed. After delivering a juicy teep (front kick) over his guard, I followed with a middle kick with the opposite foot.

Jjaak!

Yang Dongju's expression changed after allowing three consecutive kicks first.

And then immediately, as if he couldn't lose, came a flying right-foot low kick!

Whack!

I safely received it by raising my leg, but the power was considerable.

'If it had been me at the time of admission, this single blow might have broken my shin.'

And I blocked the intense left middle kick that followed with my right arm guard.

Whaack!

I smiled at the damage that made my forearm tingle.

'As expected.'

Among the first-years, there was no cadet with such a refined kick other than myself.

'Han Soyul might be similar though.'

Well, Were-gazelle Han Soyul is quite specialized in kicking.

Indeed, Yang Dongju's kick could be called the textbook of Muay Thai-style kicks that crush even as they're blocked.

'It's different from what Taekwondo, Karate, or Kickboxing kicks pursue.'

He almost never uses kicks like spinning kicks that utilize the elegant movements and rotations like in Taekwondo.

Getting hit by Muay Thai-style kicks that maximize the proficiency of roundhouse kicks and teeps from low to middle to high from a master like Yang Dongju could easily shatter your arms and ribs.

'Though they won't break.'

I diligently stepped to adjust the distance, then closed in first.

Bbeok! Bbeeok!

I pushed Yang Dongju far away with another two consecutive middle kicks followed by a teep.

"Kugh!"

'It's quite fun to just beat someone up without thinking about combinations.'

I stomped the ground powerfully, deeply using the pelvis and twisting the upper body greatly to put maximum force into the kick.

Just quickly, just strongly.

Bak! Bbaak!

The kick game continued for a minute, with both of us beating each other with the will to crush the opponent head-on, without caring about connections and balance.

"This bastard!"

Yang Dongju's expression distorted as he realized he couldn't break my steel-trained body.

Rather,

Bbaak!

The one gradually being pushed back was Yang Dongju, who had undoubtedly believed in his physical superiority.

'One more time!'

After piercing his solar plexus like a spear with a teep utilizing my long legs, I consecutively raised the angle and pushed-kicked Yang Dongju's face with my sole.

"Fuck!"

Enraged by that dirty sensation, Yang Dongju finally gave up the kick game, closing the distance and throwing a rear straight without setup.

I simply avoided his fist with a sway followed by a side movement, escaping the pressure.

"Where are you going, bastard!"

Yang Dongju launched a pursuing middle kick with movements unimaginably fast for his size.

'He's overreaching.'

I inwardly smiled at Yang Dongju's posture, which had sacrificed balance to forcibly close a somewhat long distance and deliver a kick.

Bbaak!

After blocking the intense middle kick with my guard, I succeeded in catching the kick, and while holding onto his leg, I kicked out his pivot foot, knocking him down.

Thud!

"Woaah!"

"Yang Dongju fell down!"

"Damn it!"

Though the angry Yang Dongju quickly stood up, I did nothing.

"You can get up slowly."

"You bastard!"

Just as the furious Yang Dongju was about to charge,

Bbeok!

I, who had read the sign first, planted a powerful middle kick to block his approach.

"Tch!"

'Your pain from guarding is showing clearly.'

Bbeok!

I deliver another middle kick to the same area consecutively.

As the kick flew at a height between middle and high, Yang Dongju's posture began to lower slightly.

'It's open!'

I pretended to deliver a third consecutive middle kick, but slightly lifted my body with my pivot foot and subtly adjusted the angle.

As a result, it became almost a high kick from the same motion.

An attack targeting Yang Dongju's face directly above the guard, which had lowered to block consecutive middle kicks, was created.

"!"

Boong!

But thanks to Yang Dongju frantically lowering his body as if sensing a life threat, my best high kick sliced through the air.

"Tch."

'If this had connected properly, it would have been over.'

But it was also true that it was a bit disappointing to end it already.

"Senior."

So I decided to provoke Yang Dongju a bit more.

"Weren't you going to give me some teachings?"

"...!"

Yang Dongju's eyes wavered.

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"Wow, did that bastard learn Muay Thai somewhere too?"

Hong In-hyeon, who was watching Su-hyeon's fight, stuck out his tongue.

"At this point, it's ridiculous. If we removed the name tags now, it wouldn't be strange to say it's just Muay Thai fighters fighting each other, right?"

Kwon Seung-yeon was also astounded.

'Su-hyeon is the same age as us, but how does he know so many things?'

Just like how he reached an incredible level in just a few months after seriously learning swordsmanship from Lee Yu-jin and Lee Ho-seung.

'Is he just a talent-blessed person who masters anything he touches?'

Su-hyeon's relentlessness, always revealing more and more no matter how much you peeled back, made even the geniuses who were always considered the best in their generation feel distant.

Meanwhile,

"Hey, what's that?"

"Yang Dongju is getting pushed back."

"Wow, Jeong Su-hyeon is really something."

"And he's handsome too."

"Put your personal feelings aside."

"But hey, Yang Dongju's pride must be seriously hurt, right?"

The second-years were also whispering about the unusual development.

'Our seniors are quite surprised.'

Hong In-hyeon grinned.

'But Jeong Su-hyeon hasn't even brought out his specialty yet.'

If Su-hyeon, who was pushing Yang Dongju like this in the kick game, unleashed the boxing that even charmed Oh Chang-seong?

'It's still too early to be surprised, seniors.'

Hong In-hyeon looked forward to Su-hyeon delivering a shock to those high-nosed seniors.

Boong!

After avoiding the mid-range middle kick with a momentary backstep, Su-hyeon immediately closed the distance and extended a front-hand jab.

"Kugh!"

Yang Dongju tried to avoid the clean hit by extending his long guard, but Su-hyeon, as if he had expected it, pounded Yang Dongju's washboard-like abs with a rear-hand body blow.

Bbaak!

Yang Dongju's breath stopped as his abdomen was hit in an unexpected state.

Babababak!

Su-hyeon immediately forced Yang Dongju to retreat by consecutively planting hooks, short uppers, and rear-hand straights.

"Damn it!"

Su-hyeon easily deflected the wild hook that Yang Dongju swung to prevent further approach, landing a body blow, a front-hand upper while retreating, a rear-hand straight followed by a front-hand hook.

Beobeobuk!

With the miraculous cost-effectiveness of three counters for every punch, Yang Dongju had no choice but to tightly lock his cover while being cornered.

'Damn, it hurts like hell!'

Yang Dongju, who personally experienced the overwhelming skill difference in the punch game, clenched his molars.

His punch style was the type to hit each blow heavily.

But against Su-hyeon's skillful punch game, which had both speed and power and even dominated timing, he could only be toyed with helplessly.

'Whether it becomes porridge or rice, I have to resolve this with kicks!'

Yang Dongju, who endured the attacks with sheer toughness and forcibly escaped the corner, launched a powerful teep at Su-hyeon.

His thought was to first widen the distance and take a breather for one tempo, but Su-hyeon didn't allow it.

'Where do you think you're escaping to.'

Su-hyeon, who closed the distance while parrying the teep with his front hand, immediately planted a rear-hand straight between the guard, then folded his front hand and even succeeded with a sharp elbow.

Bbaak!

Yang Dongju gritted his teeth at the unexpected attack that almost twisted his jaw.

'Have you been imitating Muay Thai inadequately all this time!'

But Su-hyeon mercilessly widened the distance by flowing through Yang Dongju's straight with a backward ducking motion, then

Bbaak!

Similarly launched a teep that shook Yang Dongju's guard.

"Eeek!"

But even in such a situation, Yang Dongju rushed at Su-hyeon, prepared for follow-up attacks.

'Trying to go for a plum clinch?'

Su-hyeon, who clearly read Yang Dongju's intention, turned to the side one step ahead like a matador, then casually threw a rear-hand hook to break his momentum.

"You rat bastard!"

Yang Dongju burst out in frustration at Su-hyeon, who wouldn't engage according to his intentions.

"I still don't understand what kind of teachings you want to give."

Su-hyeon's merciless provocation came at him, and,

"Kraaak!"

Yang Dongju rushed forward, then made an emergency stop to induce a false reaction from Su-hyeon, before charging in an off-beat manner, finally succeeding in grabbing the back of Su-hyeon's neck.

'This is quite clever.'

"Now you can't escape!"

Yang Dongju raised the corners of his mouth, saying this was his stage now.

'I'll break your ribs completely!'

Yang Dongju, who had firmly grabbed Su-hyeon's neck with both hands to take an advantageous position, launched a knee kick to the torso.

But,

'Too arrogant.'

Su-hyeon, who chewed through the attack by tensing his torso, grabbed the back of his knee and then planted him into the floor with a foot sweep combined with a leg hook.

Kwang!

"Kheok!"

Yang Dongju, who fell on his back without even being able to break his fall, exhaled empty air.

"Let's get up."

Su-hyeon looked down at Yang Dongju indifferently.

"You son of a bitch!"

When the agitated Yang Dongju came for a clinch again, Su-hyeon accepted it without avoiding.

'What is this?!'

Yang Dongju was shocked after having his neck grabbed first after several exchanges.

'It's heavy!'

As Yang Dongju's waist bent, unable to withstand Su-hyeon's pressure pushing down his upper body with tremendous strength, sharp knee kicks alternately pounded his chin and ribs.

"Euk!"

Sensing something was wrong, Yang Dongju hurriedly tried to break the clinch and retreat.

Su-hyeon didn't forcibly hold on but created a clean knockdown by planting a rear-hand straight to the jaw following an outside low kick.

"Down!"

The assistant acting as referee declared a knockdown.

"Hoooo."

Yang Dongju didn't immediately get up but caught his breath with deep breaths.

'I'm pissed.'

"Alright. Let's do this properly."

'He's gone from angry to cold.'

It seemed like a resolve to no longer view his opponent as inferior.

But,

'I'm not scared.'

Su-hyeon covered his mouth with his glove and smiled.