Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: High School Girl VS Underground Fight Club (2)
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Influencer.
Fighter.
Close-up cam goddess.
Go Eun-ha was drawing cult-like popularity with this peculiar combination.
And the one with the biggest impact among them was—
Garam High School Dance Team Go Eun-ha Close-up Cam
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The opponent was a high school girl from South Korea.
Move your fingers carelessly, and you might end up with a shiny new handcuff bracelet.
Anyway, the hype around Go Eun-ha's close-up cam fizzled out quickly.
It was just a fleeting visual treat, after all.
But the fighting world was different.
Fight fans were getting antsy.
A week of blue-balling with no video upload.
Waiting for matches was routine, but this wasn't even a match.
Just an unknown's audition spar.
Waiting this hard for a spar was new for everyone.
Paradoxically, Go Eun-ha was getting more attention than actual skilled female fighters.
For now, it was purely her looks.
But flipped around, it meant she had a rare beauty in the fight game.
Fans grumbled about the closed-off operations.
But that didn't last.
Soon, proof posts started popping up like a trend.
With the gallery on fire over an unknown's debut, users split into Go Eun-ha supporters and haters, bickering all day.
One thing was clear.
Go Eun-ha's fight was drawing eyes.
*
Deathworm Gym.
Park O-yu-na trailed after me, mumbling.
"Gye Geum-ok's super tough..."
Her voice was just audible enough.
Seemed like muttering to herself, so I ignored it.
But the chatter didn't stop.
While running, hitting pads, squatting—she stuck by my side, yapping away.
"North Korean national team wrestler, gotta be intense..."
"Not the time for striking practice..."
"To avoid losing money, should just drill takedown defense, it's not enough..."
"If you get submitted easily, Fight Club crowd might boo and trash you hard..."
Crack!
"Ow."
I finally snapped and chopped her.
A knife-hand strike.
"Spit it out like a man if you got something to say. Why the nagging?"
"But we're girls..."
"'Man' isn't gender-specific."
She adjusted her glasses, looking wronged.
She was worried about me, clearly.
"Even one takedown means losing the purse, so focus on takedown defense? Fight's soon..."
Fight money?
Chump change, honestly.
One Insta ad pays more.
But I had no intention of getting submitted easily.
"You think I'll go down to Gye Geum-ok?"
"You'll defend well, but what if once? You went down once or twice with me..."
"That's sparring."
"Huh...?"
Her face screamed: If you get taken down in sparring, won't it happen in a real fight?
But sparring and real fights are worlds apart.
Can't go 100% on strikes?
Simply put, yeah.
But fundamentally,
'Can't instill fear.'
You can't feel fear in sparring.
The fear that a tackle might knock you out cold.
"Anyway, you don't trust my wrestling?"
"No no, not that...!"
"Got it. Then train."
I grabbed her trying to flee and dumped her on her back.
"Gah, tap!"
"I didn't even do anything, why tap?"
"S-Sorry! Forgive me...!"
"Sweep me, and you're free. Not before."
"Eeeeek!"
I drilled her hard till evening.
*
"Go Eun-ha. Passed weigh-in at 51.0kg."
"Gye Geum-ok. Passed weigh-in at 52.1kg."
Go Eun-ha and Gye Geum-ok cleared weigh-ins smoothly.
No major issues.
Neither cut much weight.
They both trusted their skills that much.
Post-weigh-ins, face-off.
They bumped fists in front of the cameras.
"......"
Gye Geum-ok, who trash-talked fine on YouTube.
But face-to-face with the real Go Eun-ha, she couldn't meet her eyes.
'Why's she so pretty...?'
Go Eun-ha looked like a goddess in person.
Not just talk.
A divine beauty beyond human.
The camera captured mere scraps.
And those proportions—tiny face, long limbs, curves where they count.
Modeling and idol industries would weep blood at her.
She was that overwhelming.
'Next to her, I'll look like a lumpy potato pig...'
Gye Geum-ok stepped back.
"Scared? Why back off?"
"W-What? Stop shoving your face in. It's intimidating."
Told not to, and you wanna more.
Go Eun-ha kept provoking; Gye Geum-ok shoved her.
Staff had to separate them.
.
.
.
And fight night.
Fight Club live hit 1,000 viewers.
Ten times the average.
Chat flew by fast.
The vibe was hotter than usual.
Venue buzzing more than normal.
"Dogshit boring."
"Said it'd be striking!"
"Wasted money!"
Fight Club fans express freely.
Politely: passionate.
Bluntly: they boo without hesitation.
"Boooo~"
"Getting sleepy."
"MMA or sleep clinic?"
Ring and seats are close.
Open format, no cage.
Boos hit hard.
Sometimes fighters snap, leading to fan brawls.
"If that's all you got, go do day labor!"
"The fuck? Who said that?"
"Me, you punk. What you gonna do?"
"This fucker!"
Most staged, of course.
But every bit built the event's atmosphere.
A dangerous den where real alphas risk it all.
That was Fight Club's color.
Headlining? Ironically, two high school girls.
"Four-fight win streak destroyer! Defector Gye Geum-ok!"
"Close-up cam goddess, idol fighter Go Eun-ha!"
"Waaaaaa!!"
The match everyone awaited.
Venue peaked.
Gye Geum-ok entered hyped.
Across: Go Eun-ha stood calm.
'No nerves, huh?'
Go Eun-ha looked light, itching to fight.
Definitely a stage animal.
'One thing we share.'
Gye Geum-ok felt no tension either.
Pro with four fights.
Mind clear.
'Just watch for counter knees.'
Her loss scenario: one.
Counter knee.
I duck for tackle,
She lifts leg, knee to chin.
Charge speed + strike speed = doubled power.
Eat a clean counter knee, be grateful you're alive.
But.
'That's it.'
Outside that, no way she loses.
'No need to trade punches. Just avoid knee on takedown entry. Once down, done.'
Avoid the knee.
Win.
'Knees 24/7!'
Gye Geum-ok never got cocky.
No complacency.
Ever.
"...Touch gloves!"
Ref's call echoed empty.
No hands out.
"Fight!"
Bout on.
Moment they began probing cautiously.
Thudthudthudthud—!
"...?!"
Go Eun-ha charged full sprint.
Not closing distance quick.
Short-distance runner form.
'What the hell is this crazy bitch?'
Blitz not in plan.
Then, cornerman's yell hit.
"Geum-ok! Guard up!!"
'Right. Defense first!'
Gye Geum-ok raised guard tight.
No matter how hard the punches, same weight class can't bust guard easy.
Wild swings just burn stamina faster.
Ignore the momentum.
Defend, read striking rhythm,
Time the takedown perfect.
'Just no counter knee!'
Avoid knee.
Just the knee.
Thwack──────!!
"Urk...?"
One shot pierced guard, heavy impact.
Like hit by truck.
Not fist or elbow.
'Knee...?'
Jump-in knee strike.
Flying knee.
'What the...?'
Gye Geum-ok's "no knees" plan shattered at the start.