Karaoke showdown. 2
Karaoke showdown. 2
Seong Mun-jong raised both arms and took a stance.
Judo technique.
It was obvious that the moment he caught me, he'd slam me into the floor and start pounding.
I raised my guard, and Seong Mun-jong, with his hands outstretched, slowly closed the distance.
Once we were close enough for our hands to touch, the fight began.
The guy's fast hands tried to snatch my wrists, and my jab, thrown while stepping, aimed for his chin.
He blocked my extending jab with his palms and the back of his hands, or deflected it.
The moment our hands touched, I quickly retracted my wrist.
Hwik-hwik-hwik-hwik.
After drawing his attention with a few exchanges, my kick aimed for Seong Mun-jong's lower body.
The low kick is the most useful technique for fighting an amateur.
They don't know how to block it well, and their legs aren't conditioned, so eventually, they collapse from the accumulated impact.
But Seong Mun-jong, perhaps having learned it somewhere, lifted one leg and blocked it properly.
"Huh, look at this bastard."
Meanwhile, he reached out again to grab my arm.
I dodged with backsteps and sidesteps. And another low kick.
Puck! Puck! Puck!
The guy who had been rushing at me hesitated to block the low kick.
After blocking a few kicks, his reaction time was getting faster.
He was reading my hip movements.
If my hips turned, he'd lift his knee as if he knew it was coming.
If my shoulders twitched, he'd immediately guard or stick out his palm to narrow the punch's trajectory.
Ho-ho, look at this.
Reading my shoulder and hip movements to respond in advance—he wasn't a pushover.
He'd probably rush in to grab me if he saw an opening.
I widened the distance, tapped his palm with a jab, and pushed him back with a low kick.
I twitched my shoulders.
He reached out to defend, and I gifted a low kick with no preliminary motion to the guy whose gaze was fixed on my upper body.
Puck!
"Hup."
He lifted his leg quickly, but he hadn't blocked it properly.
This time, my hips turned.
Just as he was about to lift his leg to defend against the low kick, I turned the kick into a pivot foot, jumped in, and threw a punch.
I ducked my head, but it grazed his temple.
He tried to grab my arm quickly, but I followed up with a left hook and liver punches in succession.
Puck-puck!
His guard dropped to his side, and my forehead slammed into the bridge of his nose.
Kung.
I threw a low kick at the staggering guy, but he endured it and quickly stepped back to dodge.
I spun around and faced him again. I reorganized my formation and took my stance again.
I could have rushed him to end it, but I didn't.
I planned to crush him slowly and perfectly.
Confusion was already filling his eyes.
The formula that shoulders equal upper body and hips equal lower body had collapsed, so his head was a mess.
My hips turned again, and he defended his lower body again, but this time my foot pivoted on the ground, and the back of my hand, having spun half a circle, struck his face.
Puck!
He blocked it with a hastily raised guard, but a front kick slammed into his stomach, reeling from the impact.
The moment it landed, I straightened my ankle.
The moment a simple kick becomes a thrust.
The guy, stabbed in the abdomen, gasped for air.
"Hup."
It was time to finish this.
The guy, who had been backing away, hit the wall.
I rushed at him.
My arms were positioned next to my chin, and I was hunched over.
I closed the distance abruptly.
I instantly burrowed inside his arms.
The guy tried to grab my body, but because I kept ducking and weaving, he couldn't get a good grip.
At the same time, my fists, which had entered his guard, breathed fire.
Short punches exploded in succession inside his chest.
Hooks, uppercuts, and short straights targeted his abdomen and chin, exploding one after another.
Puck-puck-puck-puck-puck-puck.
If he lowered his guard to grab me, a fist would slam into his face.
If he raised his guard to block, I would bombard his side.
Puck-puck-puck-puck-puck-puck.
I beat him up again, lifting him with punches as he was about to collapse from the accumulated impact.
With a left and right hook, the guy, his eyes unfocused, was about to collapse.
I threw an uppercut at his now-exposed, defenseless chin.
Puck!
The impact made his whole head wobble.
And he collapsed vertically just like that.
Kung.
"Huff. Huff. Huff."
I'm out of breath too from beating him up so frantically.
"You fucking pig bastard. Only good for taking a beating."
I looked back and saw the guys who had collapsed.
The room was a total mess.
Broken liquor bottles and microphones were rolling on the floor.
Fortunately, the guys collapsed on the sofa and floor seemed to be breathing.
Leaving them behind, I opened the closed room door.
The Suwon delinquents who had been waiting nervously in front of the opening door stared at me in unison.
The influence of the Charisma skill had worn off long ago.
But they were in a state of waiting for the results, unable to do anything because they were flustered by what had already happened.
After scanning the flustered guys once, I left the spot.
Without anyone leading, they entered the room and were busy looking at the scene that had unfolded.
I heard a loud commotion behind me, but it wasn't over yet.
Behind those guys, there were over a hundred Ansan delinquents holding their ground.
I had to make all of them submit to finish the job.
I called Kang Ho-cheol.
"Send the word. Gather in a quiet place. Everyone."
A park located on the outskirts of Ansan.
The moonlit park was illuminated by streetlights turned on here and there.
Under those lights, dozens of delinquents were facing each other.
And in the shadows where the light didn't reach, several times that number were glaring at each other, tense.
And I walked slowly into the center of both camps.
Behind me, Kang Ho-cheol and the other number-twos dragged out the Gyeonggi Alliance president and the 3 vice-presidents, who were called the Four Heavenly Kings, and threw them onto the ground.
Cheol-pu-deok.
The bastards' expressions were rotten.
They probably thought we had ambushed them and crushed the Four Heavenly Kings.
So, a clear conclusion was needed.
I spoke to the Four Heavenly Kings, who were already regaining consciousness.
"You bastards. Kneel."
At my words, the guys who tried to resist for a moment crumpled their faces and knelt.
I stood behind the four guys I had forced to their knees.
And after looking around at the Ansan delinquents, I said,
"I am Seo Young-jin."
At that one word, the Ansan delinquents started to murmur.
"As you know, we withdrew from the Gyeonggi Alliance. But the Alliance unilaterally declared war. And this is the result. Me, and the four of them—the Alliance president and vice-presidents—it was a 4-on-1 fight."
"The outcome has been decided."
The expressions of the guys who heard me were skeptical.
"But since you didn't see it with your own eyes, you must be doubtful. So I'll give you one more chance. It doesn't matter how many of you there are. Come out. And attack me."
At those last words, the murmuring venue was covered in silence.
The Ansan delinquents glanced at each other.
But unlike the murmuring, no one stepped forward.
These guys and their hesitation.
"Kang Ho-cheol! Bring it!"
At my shout, Kang Ho-cheol ran over with a baseball bat in his hand.
Fear filled the faces of the Four Heavenly Kings who were kneeling.
"From now on, I'll beat the Alliance executives until someone comes out to attack me. You fucking bastards, get down."
I approached the flustered guys and kicked Seong Mun-jong in the face, the closest one.
Puck!
Seeing this, the rest of the guys scrambled to get down.
And the beating began.
Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck. Puck.
Every time the bat wrapped around their butt flesh, they collapsed one by one.
I stepped on the hands of the fallen guys to make them stand up, then beat them.
10 hits for each of the 4 people.
I went around once, but no one stepped forward.
I said to the Four Heavenly Kings,
"Fuck. You call yourselves an alliance, but not one guy comes out to save you?"
Their heads drooped.
"Then we have to go again. Now, get down."
Now obedient, the guys got into the push-up position.
And the beating.
By the second and third round, the atmosphere became increasingly gloomy.
By the fourth round, no one was enduring it properly.
The butt area seemed damp, as if the flesh had burst and blood was seeping out.
I looked at the guys who were groaning while hunched over, unable to even sit on the floor.
"You bastards have no guts, I can't even hit you more."
The eyes looking up at me just now seemed to be begging me to stop.
But I know.
Because the Submission points have only accumulated to 2.
That means 2 of these guys have other thoughts.
"There are still two bastards here with rebellious spirits sleeping inside. I can see it all. Though it seems hard to hit their butts anymore."
At my words, their expressions brightened. But.
"Let's see how far this goes. Hey Kang Ho-cheol, and the number-twos, come out!"
At my call, they ran over in one breath.
"Grab one guy each. Both arms. Both legs, everything. Grab them and spread them out."
No questions, no doubts.
They grabbed their arms and legs and spread them out just as I ordered.
Starting with Seong Mun-jong.
"Now, we'll see if we can tell which one it is. The bastard who is still resisting."
"First, grab his legs."
The look on the guy's face when he saw me raising the baseball bat was like he had seen a ghost.
As if waiting for it, an alarm rang.
Tiring-tiring.
[Achievement Unlocked: Complete Submission (10/20) ]
You have achieved the points for leveling up.
"Got you, you fucking bastard."
Seong Mun-jong and I made eye contact.
The guy nodded repeatedly.
His eyes were full of pleading.
I smiled back at him.
"But it's too late."
Ppak!
"Uaaak!"