The Bullied One Is Too Good at Fighting - Chapter 3

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Durability SSS.

It wasn’t clear what he was talking about yet, but if Cha Mu-gyeol’s prediction was correct, durability simply means ‘toughness’.

In martial arts, toughness is an innate talent.

Cha Moo-gyeol in his previous life was not born with that talent and ended up degenerating into a mediocre player.

If he had excellent toughness, he probably wouldn’t have suffered such miserable words.

“Durability is SSS…!”

Cha Moo Gyeol’s face was filled with joy before he knew it.

I want to test this durability myself right now.

It’s impossible to hit yourself in the jaw.

If you can register at a nearby gym right now and spar-.

Just as I was thinking that, the front door opened and someone came in.

“No, Dad is here.”

His father was Cha Dong-gil.

“How are you? This week, I especially wanted to see more.”

A face full of exhaustion, but I could feel the affection in his eyes.

“Oh, why are you so skinny? Didn’t you eat properly again?”

“yes? Is this a skinny body?”

“yes? what is Why don’t you show respect?”

“Oh, that…”

“Why did you break the lights again? Oh, anyway, the family is in a mess because there is no father.”

After roughly tidying up the messy house, Cha Dong-gil put on an apron without a hint of tiredness.

The house, which had been cold, soon became warm and the smell of boiling stew began to waft.

“I liked this time the most. Time to eat with you on the weekend.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Why are you talking with respect from earlier on? Are you grown up?”

“…”

“Go and lay out a spoon. Five minutes is enough.”

The simple meal of the two rich people on a small table began like that.

“Is everything going on at school these days?”

“Uh, what is it?”

“I say this all the time, but if something happens, you have to tell Dad. Understand?”

“okay. don’t worry.”

The skillfully cooked stew was full of flavor, and the freshly cooked rice was perfectly fluffy.

It was a table with only one stew and two side dishes, but Dong-gil checked Moo-gyeol every time he took a spoonful to see if he was eating well.

“Eat a lot, a lot. You were too skinny.”

“What’s thin?”

Because he was an orphan, he had never felt the warmth of his family, but he knew that moment.

What a good father.

If this person finds out about the school violence his son suffered, he will probably fall into great sadness.

I understood a little why the former owner of this body hid the truth.

“Father, what would you like me to do for a living?”

“hmm? suddenly?”

“huh.”

“You have to do what you want to do. To be honest, I think my father doesn’t have to go to college. All you need is a high school diploma! Isn’t it an era where aptitude is more important than that?”

“What if I want a fight?”

“What? fight?”

“huh.”

“Euhaha, it seems my son has become interested in fighting games lately.”

Saying that, Dong-gil patted Moo-gyeol on the shoulder.

“Fighting games are fun. I heard there are pro gamers in games like Jeet Kune?”

“…”

“Pro gamers are good too! My father will cheer and support me no matter what. All you need is a high school diploma!”

…He thought it wouldn’t be easy to talk about his dream to this man.

* * *

When Monday came, Mugyeol headed to school.

I decided that it would be better to act naturally for the time being.

I wanted to get rid of everyone right away and concentrate on martial arts, but that is an unnatural action no matter who sees it.

Besides, the ‘high school diploma’ that Dong-gil said was stuck in my heart for no reason.

I felt the warmth of my father for the first time in my life.

Of course, he wasn’t his biological father, but it seemed like the aftertaste would be bitter to ignore his only wish.

‘From now on, let’s walk to and from school unconditionally. I have to build up my basic physical strength.’

Moogyeol refused public transportation and chose to run to school by himself.

I was sweating like rain because my body was not accustomed to exercise, but it was a process I had to go through.

A process to shed all the unnecessary fat from this damn body and transform it into a fighting body.

Even though he had a poor body, he was just happy that he could walk on his own limbs.

Moreover, since it is a body with SSS-level potential, if it is trained well, it will surely be able to be reborn as an excellent human weapon.

“Okay, a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.”

…Except for being late for two hours due to a distance calculation mistake, everything was a perfect morning.

Kik-.

When I opened the door to the classroom during the break of the 3rd period, the jungle unfolded before my eyes.

There was a cruel ecosystem in the high school classroom, although not as much as the fighting field he fought.

And perhaps the previous integrity was located at the bottom of the ecosystem.

Even without looking at the name tags, I could immediately tell who Jeong-Woo Chun and Gwang-Sik Hong were in the diary.

As soon as Mugyeol opened the door and entered, there were two hyenas running to him and giving him a low kick.

“Hey fuck. Aren’t you going fast?”

“Don’t you know it’s a mobile class for the second period? Shouldn’t we be carrying our books? uh?”

It’s these guys.

Mugyeol just glared at the two without a word, instead of answering.

As expected, instead of answering, several additional low kicks came flying.

“Is this kid crazy? Yareo? did you turn? Did the concept come out?”

“You’ve been a little hit lately, haven’t you?”

Moogyeol made up his mind as he looked down at the bullies.

I still had to verify my SSS-level strength.

It’s a bit disappointing for the opponent, but at least you should know how to hit if you want to do something one-of-a-kind.

“okay. I guess I was a little less right.”

“What?”

“See you after the 4th period. I’ll be on the roof.”

“Is this bastard really crazy?”

“why? Are you scared?”

“…fuck it, let’s have a good time today, bastard.”

During the 4th period, the two bullies glared at the back of the head all the time.

Did that bastard take medicine or go mad?

How can you hit it without showing it?

Unfortunately, however, they did not have enough wisdom to predict their own destiny.

* * *

Rooftop during lunch break after the 4th period.

Historically, the rooftop has always been a hideout for delinquents.

Moo-gyeol waited for Cheon Jeong-woo and Hong Gwang-shik at the headquarters of such bullies.

Before long, two archers showed up.

They approached Moo-gyeol with a bad look on their faces.

“Cha Moo Gyeol, have you eaten?”

“Why rice?”

“Why the fuck, I’m going to vomit everything from now on!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chun Jeong-woo’s surprise punches hit the innocent stomach.

Despite his dull body, Mugyeol could not feel the pain.

everything looks

Atmosphere of gaze You can tell what kind of fist they will make just by the movement of their shoulders and pelvis.

And Moogyeol learned how to give strength to his abs the moment the body blow came in through long training.

His MMA career was not special, but he was talented enough to be called ‘the second coming of Romanchenko’ in amateur boxing.

There was no way that Yangachi’s trivial fists would work on him.

“Look at this bastard.”

left hand right hand left hand.

The body blow continued, but the flawless body did not even move.

Cheon Jeong-woo, who was punching him, also felt suspicious, and his expression began to harden.

“What is this fuck?”

“Chun Jeong-wu, slap my face.”

“what?”

“Take a look at your face. I won’t show that I was right.”

“Did this bastard really run around today?”

Chun Jeong-woo clenched his fists and slashed the flawless chin with all his might.

It was a fist without fundamentals, but because it was Cheon Jeong-woo, which was smaller than flawless, the punches entered accurately with an upper character.

A punch that shakes the brain vertically by striking the chin properly.

Probably, if the flawless of the previous life was correct, it was a punch that would have made me feel a little dizzy, even if it wasn’t serious damage.

Because he had a serious glass jaw.

But now Moo Kyul didn’t even feel any shock.

The thick cervical vertebrae and hard lower jaw absorbed the impact of Chun Jeong-woo’s punches.

“Take another hit.”

“What are you talking about from a while ago?”

“Hit a little harder.”

“에이 등신 새끼야. Come see me!”

Hong Kwang-sik, who was worse than that, appeared pushing Cheon Jeong-woo and slapped him in the jawline.

A straight punch that went much harder than the previous blow.

The blow was so strong that it made a creaking sound, but this time, Moo Kyul couldn’t feel the damage.

‘SSS level durability was real!’

Despite being hit twice in the face, Mugyeol’s expression was full of joy.

“Hit more. more!”

“Did this bastard really run around…”

“Just step on Hong Kwang-shik! Split the cob!”

Puck poop poop-.

His bare fists continued to beat him in the face, but Mugyeol was not harmed.

‘Let’s hit it a little harder.’

I deliberately brought my face to my fist and tried to counter the punch.

No matter how flimsy a fist is, if it hits as a counter, the damage is doubled.

However, even counter punches could not stagger Mugyeol.

As the face was slapped, Mugyeol’s expression turned to joy.

“more! Hit me more!”

“You crazy bastard!”

Rather, it was Cheon Jeong-woo and Hong Gwang-sik who were stained with fear.

Hitting someone with your bare fists is something that the perpetrator must endure quite a lot of pain.

Of course, Chun Jeong-woo and Hong Gwang-shik knew how to hit in the neighborhood, but they had never hit anyone in the face so many times.

The two of them punched each other until their fists hurt, but Mugyeol was still smiling.

“Haha, is it over now? Hit it a little more huh?”

“This bastard is crazy!”

Pereouk-.

This time, Hong Kwang-sik’s round kick hit Cha Moo-gyeol’s temple, but it was Hong Gwang-sik who fell.

“이 개새끼야-!”

When the picture they wanted did not come out, the bullies with red-hot faces screamed and cursed.

Come to think of it, it was funny.

To become the strongest of mankind, to get revenge on Chairman Young-Gil Jang.

The two bullies were far from that goal, but Cha Mu-gyeol was still angry.

When I was in high school, I always sat in the back seat and slept on my stomach.

Even back then, there were guys like this.

Trash-like bastards who skillfully harass the weak in an invisible place and fill their self-esteem with their actions.

Of course, the rubbish had nothing to do with integrity.

They were strong only in front of the weak, and even in high school, they hid their teeth in front of Mu-gyeol, who was already a national boxer.

I hated seeing that, but following the coach’s order, ‘don’t make trouble if you want to win a medal’, I just lay on my stomach at school.

But now it is different.

These despicable bastards drove the owner of this body to suicide.

As soon as Mugyeol woke up, he read the desperate will he wrote with tears.

Yes, they are cheap even if they are fucking right.

“Eight fuck-!”

Moogyeol delivered an exquisite counter to Cheon Jeong-woo’s punch.

A cross counter that strikes outward in line with right hand punches.

From his amateur boxing days to professional MMA fighters, his special moves have put countless guys on the canvas.

“It’s so-!”

Chun Jeong-wu, who was hit by the counter, stretched out on the floor like a frog, and two pieces of white corn popped out of his mouth.

‘What is it? Are we going to one room?’

The moment Mugyeol tilted his head, a new hologram suddenly appeared in front of him.

[Fight mission ‘Iljin’s Corn’ activated.]

[Collect 30 teeth of school delinquents!]

[2/30 teeth]

[Success reward: 20pt]