The Bullied One Is Too Good at Fighting - Chapter 44

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After the first press conference, Mugyeol had to listen to Im Jin-soo’s nagging voice.

“Why did you do that dude! Then, what if your fist hurts, huh!?”

“are you okay. I have some skills in hitting people with my bare hands.”

“Are you proud of having a fight at school?”

“Oh, I know-.”

Im Jin-soo, who continued to nag until his ears bleed, stopped scolding after a while.

“Still, it was cool when I punched that bastard in the face.”

“Did it fit properly?”

“It flew all the way. Do you know what’s going on on the Internet again?”

“The tickets will sell well.”

“Did you see that bastard ship? I thought the button on my shirt would burst.”

Mugyeol nodded, and Im Jinsoo suddenly had a serious expression on his face.

“It almost looked like he was drugged.”

“I guess so.”

“Probably his reaction speed and stamina are amazing.”

“I am determined.”

“But when I saw that ship, I thought of this.”

Saying so, Lim Jin-soo showed a kick demonstration on the punching bag.

It was a kick with a very heterogeneous trajectory, not a low kick, a middle kick, or a high kick.

“Wouldn’t that tadpole pear be just right for this kick?”

“…Do you think it will be okay?”

Unknowingly, the innocent face was shouting ‘Eureka’.

Although his player record may be poor, Im Jin-soo’s ability as a kick coach was outstanding.

“Come here every day for the remaining three weeks. Let’s complete this kick before the match.”

“It was good.”

Like that, Mugyeol practiced ‘new techniques’ every day until the match.

“The trajectory is ambiguous! Such an orbital plane is subject to a kick check!”

“okay.”

“You have to imagine exactly where you are going to attack!”

“okay-!”

“Aim right here, right here, kick!”

Moogyeol continuously kicked at the place where Im Jin-soo applied the kick mitt.

Pero-.

woooooong-.

Infinite repetition of practice and correction.

As the game approached, the ‘new technology’ of the flawless gradually became a usable technology.

He also tried the new technique in 10 sparring sessions given as a ‘preparation protocol’.

Of course, it was not easy to get the timing right at first.

It was common to get caught after kicking vaguely.

There were times when I couldn’t deal damage because I couldn’t catch the right hit point.

But three times four times five times.

As the number of sparring piled up, the integrity gradually got better.

The moment when he finally KOd an imaginary opponent with the 10th ‘New Technology’.

‘Is this how it feels?’

Mugyeol finally made the ‘new technology’ his own.

The 1st round of RCF 91 progressed breathlessly.

Ibrahim pressed Mugyeol with an insane number of punches and powerful wrestling, but Mugyeol quickly recovered his standing.

If I didn’t have an understanding of jiu-jitsu and wrestling, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get up.

On top of that, he had the tremendous strength to block Ibrahim from returning to the bag with one arm.

Integrity was a much stronger opponent than Ibrahim expected.

Ibrahim wanted to finish the game even by a second, but there was a reason why he could not easily close the distance.

The right hook that blew Ibrahim away at a press conference three weeks ago.

And in the middle of the first round, Ibrahim’s left hook was hit with a cross counter.

Because the two nuclear punches clearly damaged Ibrahim.

The right hook I received at the press conference was so destructive that I wondered if my skull would split.

Ibrahim decided not to go on a drug cycle for the next three weeks, but changed his plan.

You have to suck more to fight while facing that ignorant Ohamma.

While using a fake penis to avoid a urine test the day before, Ibrahim went into ‘full medicine mode’.

Only to withstand the undefeated punch.

However, the insane punch power of the flawless inflicted tremendous damage on Ibrahim in ‘Gruel Medicine Mode’.

The moment he hit the left cross counter, Ibrahim’s spirit flew away.

Through the ceiling of the competition hall, above the clouds and possibly even higher.

At that moment, Ibrahim moved as his spine, not his brain, told him to.

If the wrestling move that the body remembers did not come out instinctively, it might have stretched out on the spot.

That bastard’s fist is really dangerous.

The fist that Allah can see the moment it is struck!

Ibrahim could not easily get within undefeated punching distance.

At the beginning of the first round, he poured out a lot of punches and put pressure on him, but he knew that as long as Mugyeol found a sense of distance, a counter like fireworks could explode at any time.

[Two players fighting a war of nerves in a standing position!! Mahmudov doesn’t enter as aggressively as he did at the beginning of the round!!]

[It’s a quiet situation, but the tension is overflowing at the touch!! Who will launch the preemptive strike!!]

Getting into punching distance is not easy.

However, Ibrahim’s drugged reflexes were still alive.

Ibrahim quickly made up his mind and planned his next plan.

With his current reflexes, he might not know his fists, but he should be able to defend against kicks.

After blocking the kick at kick distance, a one-leg takedown on the step foot at the timing of retrieving the leg.

Once dragged into the ground, make the cage unusable and definitely grind it out.

That’s the best way to bury this bastard!

After calculating, Ibrahim cautiously approached the perfect kick range.

As they closed the distance, the flawless foreleg began kicking Ibrahim in the calf.

Aww-.

It was a fairly light calf kick, but compared to punches, it was power enough to withstand.

He changed his stance from orthodox to southpaw and once again advanced within kick range.

This time it was a lightning-like middle kick, but Ibrahim’s cover defended the side faster than that.

Pooh-!

‘This is the timing!’

It’s obviously fast and strong, but it’s an honest kick.

It starts with almost the same movement, but there is a slight difference between the middle kick and the sharp kick.

When kicking a calf kick, slightly bend the knee of the stepping foot forward to lower the RBI.

However, there was no such movement in the middle kick.

‘It’s easy to understand’

Ibrahim observed the flawless forelimbs with a mean grin.

When another middle kick comes in, the ground fight begins as planned with counter tackle after guarding.

The next thing is to shatter that pretty face that I couldn’t break at the press conference.

In an instant, Mugyeol changed his stance to southpaw and stamped his front leg on the canvas.

‘Left Middle!’

It was the moment when Ibrahim, foreseeing a left middle kick, solidified his right guard.

oh oh oh oh–!!

“Hehe…!?”

The flawless foot, which was obviously supposed to be caught on Ibrahim’s guard, flew in a strange trajectory and stuck vertically into Ibrahim’s abdomen.

The stomach, swollen with palumboism, was crushed like dough pricked by chopsticks.

A breath of pain escaped Ibrahim’s mouth for the first time since the match started.

what. what happened now

It was definitely a middle kick setup move.

The guard is obviously firmly set, but why is that foot-.

Even before Ibrahim’s mind was clear, Mugyeol prepared another left middle kick.

‘Come again!’

Even in the midst of pain, Ibrahim hurriedly raised his right guard.

But this time, the flawless kick passed the guard like a ghost and stuck in Ibrahim’s lower stomach.

oh oh oh oh–!!

[Superceptor Kick Kick Aa Ah- !!]

The weapon of the spleen prepared by Lim Jin-soo accurately bombed the abdomen of Ibrahim.

[Two rounds of fantastic crescent moon kicks by Cha Moo-gyeol!! It sticks in Ibrahim’s tadpole-like abdomen!!]

[It’s a kick that is kicked in the middle of a front kick and a round kick!! I expected Ibrahim’s middle kick, but he ended up getting two hits right!!

]

Ibrahim exhaled, opening his mouth wide enough to see his throat.

Sticky saliva flowed from her mouth, and her bloodshot eyes looked as if they would pop out at any moment and roll on the canvas.

“That’s flawless–!!”

Moogyeol was sure of success with Im Jin-soo’s exciting shouts.

The enlarged abdomen from the drug is a good target for the crescent moon kick.

Since the abdomen is protruding, the impact of the crescent moon kick, which kicks the liver from the bottom up, has no choice but to increase.

I don’t know how many kicks I practiced for this moment.

I put two shots exactly at the target point.

If you look at the simple destructive power, it will be twice as strong as the River Blow.

He was beaten twice, so even if he was a monster with medicine flowing instead of blood, he couldn’t stand it.

“Keep keke…”

Ibrahim’s mouth was wide open before he knew it, and his movement completely stopped.

Mugyeol did not miss the gap and prepared for an additional hit.

Lightning fast forward step and full power overhand hook load.

Obviously, no matter what happens in the Octagon, it is not an accident.

Founding-!!

“Quwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”

The unmerciful and flawless light overhand landed on Ibrahim’s chin.

Ibrahim went out and fell with even greater momentum than at the press conference.

Mugyeol mercilessly went in to land an extra hit, but this time the referee wrapped his body around him.

“stop! stop-! Stop the car flawless-!”

[Ah, round 1 ends here!! Heavenly luck helps Ibrahim!!]

[Cha Moo-gyeol succeeded in good attacks at the end of the 1st round and gained momentum!! Ibrahim took the first half and Cha Mugyeol took the second half!!]

“It was good, perfect! I got it right!”

“how is it? Do you think it took some damage?”

“Can’t you see that guy’s face? It’s completely red bean porridge!”

While Mugyeol calmly took a breath, Ibrahim was struggling to recover somehow.

However, the damage of the two crescent moon kicks stuck in the soy sauce was not something that could be recovered with a short break.

Even if the diaphragm moved slightly, the entire internal organs felt like they were being squeezed by a press.

A groaning sound came from deep in the throat.

The last overhand hook made my mouth explode.

Second asked Ibrahim with a worried expression.

“Are you okay? Even if we stop here…”

“Fuck Joe… Fuck…!”

His body was a mess, but his anger did not subside at all.

It was because of the press conference that the conflict started in the first place.

But now, anger has taken over my whole body to the point where I don’t even know what made me angry.

The RCF doctor came to check on him, but he threatened the doctor and clamped his mouthpiece on.

“Just stop the week… I will make you regret it forever…”

“…!”

In the end, there was no doctor stop, and the game resumed after taking only a simple oral emergency.

[Ibrahim is also tough with the spirit of the Caucasus!! Even after being hit with two crescent moon kicks, he doesn’t give up!!]

[Cha Mu-gyeol, who took massive damage, how will he solve the game now!?] He finally

stood on the canvas again, but Ibrahim’s body wasn’t normal.

‘Let’s defend our heads first. KO should be avoided!’

After inflicting serious damage, aiming for a TKO by attacking the head is the standard of MMA.

Ibrahim went into ‘Turtle Mode’ by hardening his guard with his back to the cage.

If you buy time like this and go into clinch wrestling fights, you’ll be able to take a break.

If you get past the 2nd round like that, in the 3rd round somehow-.

Founding-!!

“Huh…!?”

However, Mugyeol was not aiming for the head, but again for the right side of the body, namely the liver.

The most vicious method of hitting and then hitting again.

The pain did not cut off consciousness, but rather made it clearer.

In excruciating pain, Ibrahim finally realized.

It was such an arrogant idea to be able to last until the third round.

“Did I tell you? You should have apologized, you bastard.”