The Bullied One Is Too Good at Fighting - Chapter 211

Bullying is too good at martial arts (211)

‘It’s done!’

It was worthwhile training with the Klitschko brothers.

The moment the net of the clinch is opened, it eats up the front foot and teleports with a side step. A powerful body shot with the rear hand after loading.

The prepared strategy pierced Clint’s abdomen beautifully.

But this is not the end.

A final blow to the head is needed to bring this giant to an end.

What I felt while dealing with countless giants was the universal truth that ‘the bigger the guy, the stronger he is’.

Just as Morning and the G90 collide head-on, the one that gets smashed is the Morning.

Those who are born with a large mass have no choice but to be strong against shock.

That’s why in order to turn off the switch in their brains with just one shot, counter punches are required.

It means that you have to create a big collision that contains not only the kinetic energy of your fists, but also the kinetic energy of your opponent.

It’s nice to counter punch, but how easy is it to counter this damn clinch machine?

However, Mugyeol finally found the answer.

If it doesn’t move, just make it move.

how?

When the abdomen is hit, the body is bent in an L shape.

Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Another powerful body shot landed on Clint, who was already reeling from being hit in the stomach.

“Keep it off…!”

This time, Clint’s back bent even more violently.

The wind also caused her head to fall toward the floor like a pendulum.

Mugyeol did not miss that moment.

If the head is descending, it throws an upward punch to use the kinetic energy.

A punch powerful enough to send this rice cake in one shot.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa!!”

After gathering strength from the bottom, he blew off the chin with a powerful uppercut as if he were using ‘Super Wind God’ in a fighting game.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

At the same time, a huge 205cm tall figure came to mind.

There was no need for an aerial combo, and with just that one shot, James Clint was knocked down on the canvas.

[Everything is down–!! I took down champion James Clint with just three punches!!]

[I’ll have to rewind to see what happened!! It was the moment when James Clint succeeded in the clinch!! I wanted to see his boring but powerful game management come out!! At that moment, Mugyeol Cha got out of the clinch!!]

[This is a magical moment!! I think you need to break it down frame by frame!! How did you do that!?]

There was a certain feeling in his fist.

It is probably a situation where the jawbone is split and it is difficult to bite the mouthpiece strongly.

But even James Clint was a champion.

“Uh uh uh…”

Before count 7, he staggered up and threw his fists at the referee, igniting his will.

“Damn it… W, this is my Nawabari…”

“James, can you fight?”

“Come out and see me…don’t push me…”

James Clint showed his will to fight by clenching his mouthpiece.

The referee noticed the surroundings and continued the first round, but James Clint was already powerless to counterattack.

However, Mugyeol wanted to give high marks just for standing up after being hit by that punch.

Because it was an uppercut counter that I hit with all my heart.

Let’s put a clean finish with respect and love.

thud thud thud.

Mugyeol trudged toward James Clint, who was already in a groggy state, and stretched out his left hand.

“…!”

As it is, he brought it in front of James Clint’s eyes and held the distance.

Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

The next moment, a straight cannonball fired through James Clint’s lower jaw.

The 205 cm giant flew away miserably and was scattered on the ring line like a large blanket.

The referee signaled the end of the game by crossing his hands without even checking Clint’s condition.

[It’s over ah–!! This is how the game ends!! It’s a car flawlessly insane punching power–!! You sent James Clint, who has the physique of a super-heavyweight, four punches ah–!!]

[How did you do that!! This is not a matter of punching power!! All problems start at the first clinch!! Of course, I thought the free hug show would start, but Cha Moo-gyeol escaped the clinch like a ghost!!]

The match, which was expected to last at least 6 rounds, ended in 1 round.

In this futile victory, online streaming channels around the world also turned upside down.

[What the fuck?]

[Are you done? Isn’t it?]

[Why is the advertisement showing up and fucking?]

[Sir, the pizza delivery came and came back, so the game was over?] [

Is it true?]

[James Clint said he was a judging machine]

[Fuck, I thought I’d do it for at least 30 minutes, so I turned it slowly. Why are you fainting?

[No, what happened?]

[How did you avoid the clinch? Did you write a bug?]

[Looks like an object bug]

[Obviously Clint wrapped his arm around it, but the car just passed by]

[That shack, is he using a bug now?]

[Dude, do it yourself]

[Size boxing and what? In front of Mugyeol, everyone was talking bad words]

[Hey, you guys, what about heavyweight boxing?]

[Let’s see some of the lucky guys who burned 10,000 pounds for Clint’s victory]

Netizens who were cheering for Mugyeol were delighted.

Officials familiar with boxing were stunned by the flawless speed.

“No, is that possible?”

“I couldn’t even see it!”

“Please show me a quick replay or something!”

Seeing the replay, the flawless movement was astonishing itself.

It was obviously a slow-motion video filmed with a high-speed camera, but Mugyulman was moving at constant speed as if he had used supernatural powers.

After narrowly riding the belt line and dodging Clint’s arm with exquisite weaving.

The back hand body shot from a blind spot hits the side!

After that, another body shot and a monstrous uppercut to the head.

In fact, the first clinch attempt split everything in the match.

“Because even the basic movements are perfect, it becomes a terrifying weapon…”

“Isn’t that a technique taught to novice officers?”

“Well, if you put it that way, the Klitschko brothers also held power for 10 years with a one-two straight that novice officials learn.”

“Still, that’s… it’s kind of creepy.”

Among the reporters sticking out their tongues, Kang Hye-min proudly looked at her boss and said,

“How are you, editor? That’s enough to grab Clint with your feet, right?”

“That’s right. Certainly, that teleportation is the result of agile steps.”

“I knew Mugyeol would keep his promise this time too!”

Kang Hye-min hummed and Ariel Watson just burst into exclamations.

“How wonderful.”

So-ryong Lee, the legend of martial arts, said:

He who has a thousand kicks is not afraid.

But those who have practiced one kick a thousand times are feared.

It is an expression that seems to penetrate the essence of martial arts, but it was difficult to apply to Cha Mu-gyeol.

“He’s practiced a thousand different techniques a thousand times…”

So there’s no way he’ll ever beat him in size boxing or anything.

Unknowingly, Mugyeol holding the microphone for Seungri’s interview proudly looked at a boxer in the VVIP seat in the middle of the ring.

At the end of his gaze was Tyrone Fury, who was clapping while maintaining a calm expression.

“How about Tyrone? I ate two belts now.”

“….”

“They say heavyweight size is so-so and so-so, can we just assume that it’s all about sucking dicks?”

“Big big big-.”

“The boxer who gave me the most trouble in boxing so far was Alexei Kravets. He’s 7 cm shorter than me. What are you going to do when you’re tall? Does boxing have a mission to put a layup after the first round? Big or small, a strong man is strong.”

While Tyrone Fury hesitated without saying anything, Mugyeol raised two belts with his right hand and showed them.

“Now, let’s bet two of these and two of yours and stick together. I’m fine with next week right now. Tyrone, I wish you were a little more fun.”

After the interview, Mugyeol dropped the microphone on the floor and strode out.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

All the audience at Wembley cheered in unison, just as cheers poured in at the exit of a cool professional wrestler.

* * *

[1R KO win in the IBF WBO unified heavyweight title match]

[The secret to the success of ‘Clinch Power’ is ‘inhuman speed’!]

[Challenging Tyrone Fury, who is flawless.]

[Excellent skills Can you take over

the entire heavyweight boxing in just two matches?

Roy Jones Jr., a boxing legend and a big fan of Cha Moo Gyeol, laughed with his golden teeth exposed at the news of Mu Gyeol.

Not only that, but Mike Tyson cheered with both hands raised.

“Yes, it is not the size that matters. If you have the right skills, if you have the power to punch, it’s not even a job to knock them down!”

A technical heavyweight boxer cannot beat a giant boxer.

Roy Jones Jr. and Mike Tyson were victims of that stereotype.

It wouldn’t have been very pleasant to see all of the playstyle legacy they had created be denied by ‘Size’.

For them, the undisputed victory gave them great vicarious satisfaction.

“Okay, let’s drive this momentum and clean up Tyrone.”

“Now you’re an orthodox boxer and an outsider, and that doesn’t matter. I really liked this kid. Honestly, he’s playing the funniest game of anyone in boxing right now!”

Two legends, Mike Tyson and Roy Jones Jr., who once exchanged fists in the ring, now teamed up and cheered for integrity.

Even though there was no specific request from Mugyeol, they voluntarily joined the Cha Moo Gyeol camp for free and became promoters and cheerleaders.

“Like a son, yes, like a son!”

“It’s amazing who taught you boxing.”

“Did Weaving follow me after seeing me?”

“The left hand check hook? Isn’t that my skill?”

“ha ha ha.”

It was a delightful cheer for Mugyeol.

With the support of the legend on his back, the second heavyweight title fight went smoothly.

Before Clint, I focused on destroying clinch boxing, but this time I had more things to prepare.

“Tyron Fury is more versatile than James Clint. He’s good at the clinch, but he’s good with his feet and his jabs and straights are really good. If Clint became the champion with free hugs, then this guy knows how to box properly.”

“I definitely think Tyrone is stronger.”

“Among them, what stands out is his ability to detect punches. This kid has good eyesight. They noticed what kind of attack we were going to do, what combination of patterns we were making, and then either avoided it or countered it. Besides, look at this shoulder roll even though he’s a heavyweight. Almost like Mayweather? His punching power is slightly lacking, but his body is flexible and quick like a cat. That’s how I’ve been able to defend the WBA belt for six years.”

He has good reflexes and an excellent ability to detect punches.

“Hmm.”

Rather, is there any way to use it?

Suddenly, an interesting thought popped into my head.

“I guess I’ll have to take care of the Klitschko brothers a little more.”

That night before going to bed, Mugyeol visited the Klitschko brothers’ ‘Legendary Gym’ without fail.

The Klitschko brothers, whose stomachs were about to be ripped off by Mugyeol, now looked tired of seeing Mugyeol trudge along with his glove.

“Are you here again?”

“Didn’t you say the game was over? Can’t we get some rest now?”

“Because it reminded me of something interesting.”

“What?”

“How to hit painfully.”

“Whoa!”

Have you ever seen such an evil bastard?

The Klitschko brothers’ expressions distorted, but Mugyeol smiled and put on the gloves.

“Let’s do it quickly. This is a place of learning for me.”

“Wow, you damn bastard!”

The Klitschko brothers were grinning with solemn faces, but they had no veto.