Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: High School Girl VS Verified Fighter (3)
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Beauty is a frequent subject in art.
It's often described as artistic in itself.
However, the pinnacle of beauty was far removed from art.
It bordered more on martial arts or combat.
His first impression upon seeing Go Eun-ha was...
Thwack!
The sensation of taking a heavyweight punch.
'D...'
Like his intelligence had plummeted from the sheer shock.
That was An Seung-ho's first impression of Go Eun-ha.
But a first impression was just that.
He had no intention of treating her like a princess just because of her pretty face.
'What's the point of a pretty face when her personality is so twisted it's practically knotted?'
Go Eun-ha kept picking fights with him.
He could understand her intent.
Martial arts needed a story to draw attention, like some kind of WWE.
'If you're gonna provoke me, at least give me a heads-up.'
But An Seung-ho didn't like that sort of thing.
He preferred clean fights and clean submissions.
Charging in without warning was ridiculous enough, but the provocation itself was even worse.
'Why does she keep going on about bears?'
She latched onto that bear story.
Acting like she'd actually fought one.
Or like the bear was her father, growling about it.
Provoking him with words and actions that defied common sense.
No wonder it grated on him, especially with her pulling that WWE crap.
'She must've seen something somewhere...'
In the end, it didn't matter.
They had to spar anyway,
and there was no way he'd lose to a female fighter, dead or alive.
The match flowed a bit roughly.
Thanks to Go Eun-ha's fierce momentum.
But An Seung-ho adapted quickly.
'I've got the flow now.'
His opponent had burned stamina with a barrage of punches.
She seemed a bit excited, too.
Meanwhile, An Seung-ho regained his composure.
'Now it's my turn.'
He was ready to finish her off.
First, he set up with a one-two.
Once she started reacting, that's when the show would begin.
'Time to show her the difference in level—'
Whoooosh—!
A nuclear punch flying in the moment he threw his one-two.
"...?"
His chin snapped back.
He couldn't even tell why.
His vision blacked out in an instant,
and sensation left his legs.
'What the? Did something fall from the ceiling?'
He didn't even realize he'd been countered.
It was a fist that slammed in faster than he could blink.
'No mouthpiece.'
His mouth felt empty.
The strong recoil must've sent his mouthpiece flying.
Only then did he register that he'd been hit.
'Am I losing to an amateur high school girl...?'
Grind.
His vision barely returned.
It wobbled, but he didn't fall.
But his pride had already crumbled.
In terms of raw power, three Go Eun-has might equal one An Seung-ho.
Yet he'd been rocked anyway.
Something only possible if he'd been utterly crushed in timing, distance, and skill.
'Don't make me laugh!'
Splurt!
Something scraped in his head.
The sound of his pride being harshly scratched, no doubt.
"Guh!"
Whoosh—!
Without thinking, he countered with 100% power.
Sparring intensity control? None of that was in his mind.
What did a cornered rat think about?
Just biting with every ounce of strength, no matter who the opponent was.
"Seung-ho! Dial it back!"
Jung Seung-hyun's shout came as expected, but
'I'm the one about to die here!'
He had no room for that.
Swish swish—!
Fists swung wildly in heated frenzy.
All blocked by her guard or whiffing.
Rocked and desperately flurrying,
An Seung-ho's stamina plummeted in seconds.
Go Eun-ha gave him no chance to recover.
Clinch—!
"!"
She closed the distance and clung right to him.
Dirty boxing started in the clinch.
He tried to dump her using body weight, but for some reason, no power went in.
Because of Go Eun-ha's movements.
'She's reading my thoughts.'
Go Eun-ha always moved one step ahead.
As if she could foresee the future.
Blocking all of An Seung-ho's actions at the source.
'This make any sense?'
Thud!
"Urk..."
A precise knee to the gut.
He nearly screamed like a little girl.
Hand dropped, and an uppercut flew in.
Hand raised, and another knee slammed home.
Thud!
"Guhk...!"
And the targeting was so damn accurate.
'Damn it. It's stacking damage from where Yang A-ri hit me.'
She was only striking the spot damaged by Yang A-ri's deep kicks.
Damage already accumulated there.
No way he could tank more knees.
"Uh..."
But there was nothing he could do.
The damage was already severe.
Vision blurred from agony, drool leaking.
Even surrounding voices muffled.
He was just hanging on.
Couldn't afford to get wrecked on camera.
Then, a voice in his ear.
"Hey. That bear story's bullshit, right?"
"Hahk, heuk..."
Still on about the bear?
Bears meant nothing to An Seung-ho.
He was just sick of her warped attitude.
"Answer right. Unless you wanna crash and burn."
Arrogant.
Unreasonable.
No manners, no common sense.
All she had was a pretty face.
A bit of fighting skill and luck.
Yeah, luck.
That's how he'd ended up this backed into a corner.
Just absurd luck on this clueless high school girl's side.
"I really... beat a bear...?"
No way he'd been outskilled.
"Narak it is."
Thwack──────!
"Ngh, oogh...?!"
Another knee to the body.
An Seung-ho's memory cut off there.
*
"Stop, stop!"
"Fighter An Seung-ho! You okay?"
"Hey, man! If damage was stacking, say something, show it! Don't just eat the down like an idiot!"
TKO from accumulated body damage.
The sparring ended like that.
"Seung-ho. You passed out? Or too embarrassed to get up?"
"Ugh... It hurts..."
"Medical team! Check him out quick!"
The atmosphere was chaotic.
The verified fighter—not the challenger—went down?
No one could've predicted it.
Fortunately, An Seung-ho had no major injuries.
Pain subsided after about three minutes.
Hearing he was fine, everyone sighed in relief.
And at the same time.
"Go Eun-ha, fighter."
All eyes turned back to Go Eun-ha.
"Yes."
Go Eun-ha answered indifferently.
She'd just dropped a male pro fighter.
After pulling off such a massive upset, no joy on her face.
Just an attitude like it was only natural.
"Not sure if I should say this, but..."
Jung Seung-hyun let out a hollow laugh.
His face slightly flushed.
Soon, admiration welled up from deep inside.
"You're fucking amazing."
A swear he rarely used.
But everyone agreed.
No other way to put it.
"Insane..."
"I don't even know what I just saw."
"Sorry for all that concept talk earlier! Didn't know you'd fight this well!"
Reality sank in late.
Chills followed.
The students watching the recording erupted in cheers.
"Wooooah!"
"Eun-ha beat a guy!"
"Crazy. What is Go Eun-ha?"
"So that's why Shim Ju-wan got smashed like that? No gloves even?"
"Poor Shim Ju-wan."
Dopamine explosion.
The first moment Go Eun-ha's marketability was proven.
They calmed the students for the recording.
Even that took the staff five minutes of scrambling.
Jung Seung-hyun asked.
"Result's obviously a pass, yeah... Wow, seriously. Words fail me. So many questions now."
Honey dripped from his gaze at Go Eun-ha.
"Where the hell did you build skills like that? Where do you train now? Parents athletes or something?"
"I'll tell you next time."
"Next time? Why?"
She undid her wrapped hair with her hands.
Wavy locks and sweat sparkled like jewels.
Time seemed to slow, sunlight filtering in from somewhere.
An eternal instant passed,
and Go Eun-ha answered.
"No fun spilling it all at once."
"Ah..."
An unimaginable reply.
Jung Seung-hyun had a gut feeling.
She'd be famous soon.
Maybe even bigger than him.
"Can I go now?"
"If you're okay with it, grab a meal together?"
"Busy today."
"Academy?"
"Player team training soon."
It was just an audition, but a big deal for a high schooler.
She could've taken a pass-celebration break, but no sign of it.
"Wow. More pro than the pros... Tell me your off day then. I'll buy you a meal for sure."
"Yes. Thank you."
"You both worked hard today."
Bow.
Go Eun-ha and Park O-yu-na bowed and left.
The near-90-degree angle was impressive.
'That personality, yet so polite...'
Meanwhile, fellow participant Yang A-ri was
"Hah. Hey. An Seung-ho. What if you got utterly wrecked by that psycho bitch? Won't I look like total fodder compared to Go Eun-ha?"
"......"
"Say something, yeah?"
Picking a fight with An Seung-ho.
Poor An Seung-ho just sulked, shrunk like a turtle.
'It's not just Go Eun-ha. O-yu-na's plenty appealing, and Yang A-ri's a wildcard too.'
Go Eun-ha, Park O-yu-na, Yang A-ri.
High School Fighting King Season 3 was bound to be a hit.
'And the craziest part? This is just episode 1.'
They planned to scout high school girls nationwide next.
This shoot was merely the first stop.
Plenty of fierce, unique applicants left.
'Gonna lose my mind. Already so fun.'
Excitement stood his hair on end.
That day's thrill lingered till night.
The next day.
A one-minute short uploaded to Jung Seung-hyun's YouTube.
<High School Fighting King Season 3 Episode 1 – Teaser / Idol Fighter Go Eun-ha>
A video of Go Eun-ha's verification sparring.