The Bullied One Is Too Good at Fighting - Chapter 1

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Pereouk-.

An eerie explosion fills the underground arena.

[Ah, it explodes–!! Mahmudov’s right hand cross hit Cha Mu-gyeol’s temple!!]

[Cha Mu-gyeol can’t defend at all!! I barely raise my guard, but this time my left uppercut explodes–!!]

[I’m beating Mahmudov’s bloody bare fist in all directions–!!]

Bare knuckle called ‘Failed MMA players say’ (bare fist) fighting group.

In the middle of the crowd clamoring for primary violence, Cha Moo-gyeol was beaten by an unknown Dagestan fighter.

Mahmudov had a body dripping with steroids instead of sweat, but no one cared about whether he used drugs or not in the underground fighting arena.

All they want is more bleeding.

Cha Mu-gyeol thought as he repeatedly lost consciousness and regained consciousness from the barrage of punches.

‘What a mess.’

Not just this fight, but his entire martial arts career.

His past life passed like lightning in his consciousness that was cut off.

‘Is this a kaleidoscope or something?’

National Sports Festival amateur boxing gold medalist.

If it hadn’t been for the unfortunate toe injury, he would probably have worn the Taegeuk mark as an Olympic national team member.

Cha Mu-gyeol was evaluated as a promising player to revive the stagnant boxing world in Korea.

However, what Mugyeol Cha wanted was ‘real fighting’, not ‘hand fencing’.

‘The chamoogyeol of boxing challenges MMA!’

Artistic boxing techniques encompassing in-fighting and out-fighting, lightning-fast speed, and even a beautiful appearance.

Cha Mu-gyeol seemed to have all the conditions to become a star.

Soon, the best martial arts organization in Korea, RCF, offered him a contract, and the whole process went smoothly until his debut.

2 victories in a row at the beginning of his debut with amazing hand speed and aggressive punch rush.

All of them are 1st round KOs!

The public cheered for the fierce blow that did not even allow approach, let alone tackle.

The technique Cha Mu-gyeol showed in MMA, which was only thought to be a stage for foreign players, was truly amazing.

Cha Moo-gyeol, who has excellent skills and a warrior’s heart, evaded his fist with a paper difference and put a counter in the opponent’s face.

Foreign players, who were considered strong in RCF, all stretched out to the big hit.

‘Finally, a Korean worthy of winding the championship belt at the WFC has appeared!’

After only two games, the anticipation for the car match has risen vertically.

But you can’t play a game that doesn’t fit forever.

Compared to boxing, where you only have to deal with punches, in MMA you have to deal with kicks and tackling jiu-jitsu.

Pereouk-.

A shocking loss due to a single lucky punch in the third game.

RCF chairman Jang Young-gil’s expression hardened, and the match made Cha Moo-gyeol realize a weakness he did not even know about.

He was a serious ‘glass chin’.

Headgear protected his head in amateur boxing, but in MMA it was different.

What’s more, the small, sharp 4-ounce open-finger gloves cut through the guards much more sharply than the boxing gloves he was used to.

His MMA life, which seemed to be going smoothly, began to twist, and his record became increasingly messy as he repeated victories and defeats.

In the meantime, the 4 oz glove continued to accumulate damage to the chin and temples.

The boxing technique that shone like a flash of light gradually lost its light.

However, even in the midst of that, I did not receive as much as the ‘circus match’.

“Let’s play this game unconditionally. Are you in a position to cover this game and that game?”

“President. As I said before, we don’t take these fucking games.”

Jang Young-gil, who wanted only the strong, and Jang Young-gil, who wanted a lucrative circus match, were in conflict with each other, and the product value of Cha Moo-gyeol gradually declined.

After the agreed contract period is over.

He was mercilessly released from the RCF and fell into a position of earning money by moving from small group to small group.

As the match went on, his durability decreased, but only one will supported him.

‘I want to become the strongest human being in the world!’

1 in 6 billion, the strongest of mankind.

A slogan created by a Japanese fighting group that practiced circus matches.

However, that childish and short phrase made all the men’s hearts beat.

Cha Mu-gyeol wanted to become the strongest than anyone else, so he continued the fight as if he was addicted.

RCF president Young-Gil Jang approached him again.

Run a bare-knuckle (bare-knuckle) game.

It is a violent and brutal match, but it is a board that attracts capital.

If you win just three games from that floor, you’ll get an offer from America’s premier organization, the WFC.

“No matter what, just play three games nicely. Show me you’re not dead yet!”

There was no sweeter proposal than that for Cha Mu-gyeol, who was already over 30 years old.

‘If you catch just three matches, you can continue the challenge again on the world’s best stage!’

So Mu-gyeol Cha accepted Jang Young-gil’s offer.

And the first bare knuckle match held in an underground fighting arena.

Cha Mu-gyeol realized that it was only after being beaten up by a Dagestan fighter who smelled of steroids.

Chairman Jang Young-gil did not give him a chance, but tried to launch his new player as a scapegoat.

Poo poo poo-.

However, even in the midst of the continuous showers, Mugyeol moved forward.

Even if it was to feed Jang Young-gil, who doesn’t hide his smile whenever Mahmudov punches in the VIP seat right in front of him.

But his steps were already firm.

His head, bent down to avoid the punch, caught on Mahmudov’s spinning elbow.

Jjaeok-!

A completely different sound resounded, and the tea mu-gyeol collapsed with an ominous gesture.

[Ahh, flawless! it goes down! It’s been upside down!! It looks dangerous!!]

[But this is bare-knuckle MMA!! The crowd cheers for Mahmudov’s deadly elbow strike!! The referee crosses his hands and declares the end of the game!!]

An elbow finish that went right into the back of the head.

Since it was a bare-knuckle fight where even the concept of foul play was vague, the referee raised Mahmudov’s hand, but the fallen car could never rise again.

Permanent general paralysis due to severe cervical spine injuries.

Consciousness existed, but only his eyes could move with his power.

However, Chairman Young-Gil Jang did not abandon Cha Moo-gyeol.

He covered his hospital expenses with his own money and put on a tearful penance show in front of the media and the public.

“Cha Mu-gyeol was your hope. Maybe the first Korean to become a champion on the WFC stage. We had to stop Mugyeol from fighting bare-fisted. Thinking of it as a punishment, I intend to look after this guy for the rest of my life.”

The public applauded Jang Young-gil because it was a car without a family to take care of.

However, Jang Yeong-gil’s keeping Cha Moo-gyeol alive was, of course, not a pure intention.

On weekends without RCF matches, he often visited Cha Mu-gyeol’s hospital room and held his paralyzed hand.

“Thank you so much.”

Jang Young-gil whispered with the meanest smile in the world where there was no one in the hospital room.

“Thanks to you, you don’t know how well my image has been washed. I guess this is why heaven sent you to me.”

He could hear everything clearly, but he couldn’t do anything.

Except for looking at him with eyes full of rage.

From time to time, Jang Yeong-gil took his faithful dogs to the hospital room.

“Now, your unlucky senior. Should I say hello?”

Jang Young-gil mocked him in front of Mu-gyeol, who couldn’t even move a finger.

“This is why you should listen to me carefully. You don’t want to be stabbed in the back of the head and become an idiot for not listening, right?”

“Yes, Chairman.”

“Look at this. Poop and urine pass through this hose. What a miserable life.”

“That’s right, Chairman!”

“You bastard… Oh, can’t you just call a bastard a bastard?”

Jang Young-gil’s dogs giggled without hesitation at the joke.

“Wow, look at this bastard’s eyes. It’s fucking scary, it’s scary.”

I want to get out of bed right now and twist the necks of those cunning bastards.

However, the general paralysis was permanent and there was no chance he would ever recur.

Every night Cha Mu-gyeol was angry and angry again.

There were many days when I would rather die, but ironically, it was Jang Young-gil who paid for his life support system.

“You have to stay healthy. Now that I can’t even fight, shouldn’t I be at least a teacher for my juniors?”

Cha Mu-gyeol regretted the past day as much as his great anger.

If only I had a little more understanding of MMA.

If only I had studied various defenses and techniques instead of relying solely on boxing skills.

No, if only his jaw was a little stronger than that!

But regret did not return the time, nor did it move his limbs.

The weekend came again, and Jang Young-gil visited his hospital room after a long time.

“Thank you so much. Thanks to you, RCF has surpassed ONFC to become the best fighting organization in Asia.”

Jang Yeong-gil looked at him with sentimental eyes and continued talking quietly.

“I would be lying if I said it wasn’t for your help. Strangely, everything worked out after your incident happened. Just as if you were the trickster of everything.”

Before he knew it, Jang Young-gil was holding Cha Moo-gyeol’s hand tightly.

“So, I think it’s time to let you go.”

As always, with the most wicked smile in the world.

“To be honest, I don’t really need it anymore. It’s an era where emotional selling is no longer working.”

Is this how it goes after all?

Do you have nothing to this damn baby and the dream of ‘6 billion’ is not nearby.

Innocent was more desperate than ever.

I want to move these damn limbs and break Jang Young-gil’s head.

After throwing him into hell, I want to move forward again towards the strongest dream I couldn’t achieve!

That moment.

Cha Mu-gyeol felt his limbs move.

‘Is it moving?’

I knew it because I had dreamed and imagined it countless times.

This is not a dream or imagination, it is reality.

A miracle happened and his limbs started moving again.

but.

“Kek kehek-!”

His body was hanging from an electric wire in an unfamiliar room, not on a hospital bed.

A thick electrical cord had tightened my neck, and a chair had collapsed under my feet.

What do you mean by this?

He hurriedly rolled his eyes to look around, but the nurse, let alone Jang Young-gil, was nowhere to be found.

What the fuck is this bitch!

I barely started moving my limbs, but this time my consciousness is fading.

I don’t know what kind of harmony it is, but I can’t go back like this.

‘Let’s live for now!’

Cha Moo-gyeol struggled desperately in the midst of his consciousness.