105 – Sparring Test for Sidearms (2)
Hyeonchan’s face went cold.
“What? b*tch… Are you crazy?”
“Just do it. If you do it for a while and it seems difficult, just stop.”
“Even though he is not cheap, his skills are semi-professional. When you were in school, when you kicked a soccer ball once, you hit a home run every day. Thank you for wanting to punish me for me, Arthur.”
Siwoon thought about this when he came to this gym.
‘I need to find out if my right shoulder developed independently while working as a hunter. If… If my guess is correct, that would be my secondary weapon.’
It was not an unreasonable challenge.
Because of his job as a hunter, he has acquired animal senses.
Besides, how was it just now?
I even made an unrealistic leap into the air with the bonnet of an oncoming car at high speed.
‘First of all, it’s a test.’
Siwoon gestured to Hyeonchan to follow him and entered the gym again.
The man who happened to fight with Hyun-chan was knocking on the punching bag by himself.
Tang-Tattang!
A dull sound rang out every time his fist hit the punching bag.
Even at a glance, the heavy fist.
In addition, the posture of hitting the punching bag was also excellent.
Siwoon slowly approached him.
“Hey! What to do.”
Hyeonchan stopped the luck behind the scenes, but the decision he had already made was firm.
“Over there.”
When Siwoon spoke to the man, the man stopped punching the punching bag and glanced at Siwoon.
A man sweeping Siwoon up and down from head to toe.
“What? Are you working out?”
“Let’s spar with me.”
Hyeonchan pulled Siwoon’s arm from behind.
However, Siwoon shook off Hyeonchan’s arm.
“Poop, sparring? Is my mind Do you want to avenge your friend? Hey, I’m a semi-pro.”
“Let’s just do it once. I heard that my skills will be on the rise soon. If I beat you, I will be higher than you, so apologize to me for being rude and apologize to my friend.”
“Then I got hurt. Looking at it, it looks like you lifted dumbbells a few times at the gym. That kind of body and martial arts are different.”
“Are you avoiding it?”
“What?”
The man stared at Siwoon with overbearing eyes.
However, Siwoon’s eyes did not waver at all.
The man called the official next to him.
“Jaechan hyung. Aren’t you in charge right now?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Can I try sparring now? Anyway, the manager isn’t here…. There’s nothing to take, right?”
“Sparring? With who?”
“A man I’ve never seen here suddenly wants to spar with me…. I want it because it’s funny.”
A man named Jaechan approached Siwoon.
“Martial arts is a dangerous sport. Don’t whine, just turn it off. Someone who is not our official.”
At the word, Siwoon had tendons on his forehead.
“You can do it with all your protective gear on.”
“Okay, let’s do it. Let me tell you that martial arts are not easy. Jaechan hyung, look at me as a referee. Can you do it lightly?”
“Ahn Seong-ah. Do you want to beat a normal person that much?”
“Brother…. I’ll relax for the first time in a while. Can you get me some protection?”
“Should I do it? I don’t think it matters because the director isn’t there right now.”
“This bastard wants to do it.”
This asshole?
‘A guy who works out can’t even find humility.’
Hyunchan grabbed Siwoon’s arm and tried to pull him down, but Siwoon wouldn’t budge.
‘It’s good to test my right shoulder and to punish you.’
Before I knew it, I climbed onto the square ring and flicked my fingers, showing off my senses.
Took!
Soon, I went up to the ring.
Hyeonchan looked at this with a worried look from behind.
At some point, many officials gathered around the ring and were ready to watch.
Everybody wants to see what happens when a normal person flirts with a martial artist.
“Ahn Seong-ah. Take it easy…. Don’t give too much and lose.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a problem legally, and I’m making them wear all the protective equipment, but…. If you go to the police station later and this guy reports it, no problem.”
“Ordinary people are just human punching bags. Give it to Anseong and it will burst.”
Siwoon received headgear and shin guards from Jaechan and wore them, including gloves.
On the contrary, Anseong didn’t even wear headgear and put his arms over the ring line.
Duduk! Dduduk!
I am relaxing my neck muscles here and there.
Jaechan stepped into the middle of the ring.
Then he explained the rules to Shiwoon and said that if he felt like it was going to go wrong, he would put the brakes on and stop the match.
Then he added one last word.
“You can go down now if you feel scared. It’s not even going to be a jab.”
“Let’s go ahead.”
Siwoon glared at Anseong’s eyes while wearing the headgear.
“What are you going to do if you flirt? It’s funny, really.”
Anseong makes a funny face and raises his luck.
Jaechan, who was standing in the middle of the ring, told them to step back for a moment as they would start soon.
Hyeon-chan, watching this, has a burning heart.
‘Lee Si-woon, that stubborn bastard. After becoming a hunter, I only have confidence.’
Siwoon opened his eyes wide and examined the inner city.
A face that swung his shoulder around and said he would have fun and end it.
The widened pores on the face, complexion, and the muscles inflated by today’s intense exercise come into Siwoon’s eyes in three dimensions.
Seeing as the waste products flowing out through the sweat glands are very clean, it seems that he doesn’t even smoke.
‘Your complexion is good, but judging from the movement of your facial nerves, your face is stressed from today’s exercise. I’ll come right in as soon as it starts.’
Pang!
Siwoon bumped both of his gloved hands together.
Obviously, the weight of the glove is weight, so the movement of the hand only feels heavy.
“Now, everyone prepare… Fight!”
Jaechan raised his hand and shouted for the game to start.
Anseong laughed and started weaving, shaking her waist around.
Siwoon slowly turned the square ring to the side and watched his movements.
‘Comes.’
Tak. Tarak.
Anseong immediately steps forward, shortens the distance, and unleashes a punch towards Siwoon’s face.
I could see movement.
Siwoon raised his guard and caught his fist at the punch faster than expected.
Pang!
Punching power enough to make you tingle even with the guard up.
Siwoon immediately turned around and opened up his distance again.
“Because of one hit, ordinary people back down! It must be painful, I am having a hard time buying it.”
“Honestly, Anseong’s fist is a bit of a fist, isn’t it? It’s a stone fist, so even guarding it would hurt.”
“That person is not even an official, so why is he suddenly coming to the gym to spar? I’m going to get beaten up and go home.”
Some of the officials laughed.
Anseong arrogantly shook his shoulder and challenged him to come in with his gloved hand.
‘After checking the movement.’
Shook-
Anseong’s jab came in quickly.
Shiwoon immediately ducked his head back to avoid the jab.
“What? Damage?”
As Anseong spat out the words, his eyes suddenly changed.
‘Let’s try to attack the gap soon.’
Siwoon saw an opportunity.
‘Surely, while working as a hunter, my eyes and shoulders have developed enough to work in the real world. Because I’m curious about that.’
A moment of silence-
Anseong’s lightning-like kick flew towards Siwoon’s face, and Siwoon’s right arm moved naturally to block the kick.
Pang!
I blocked it, but the power was great.
‘If I eat this right on my face, I’ll go to the goal.’
Anseong fell back for a while, and then she came back in.
This time with a series of punches.
Puck. Puck puck. Puck!
Siwoon was helplessly hit by the incoming punches.
“…… !”
Shinwoon’s single word groaned.
Then Jae-chan approached Si-woon.
“Are you going to stop? Brake?”
Not yet.
I have the mindset that such a rude guy will definitely get scolded.
Siwoon hugged Anseong right away.
Clinch.
It was a strategy to escape from repeated punches.
“Clinch? Nasty.”
Anseong pushed away Siwoon, who was still hugging him with a mocking face.
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And Anseong, stepping lightly again, said.
“It’s f*cking rice.”
Siwoon checked his fists, shoulders, arms and waist.
‘When that guy punches, his shoulders move first. Does the muscle in his shoulder move first when he originally extends his fist? Then….’
Anseong again narrowed the distance.
Shiwoon quickly punched Anseong in the face with his left fist.
Tung-.
Very light sound.
“It’s a water fist?”
Anseong said as if he had intentionally greeted him.
Hyeonchan said from behind, “Siwoon, stop it now,” But Siwoon couldn’t hear him.
Anseong’s jaw muscles twitched.
‘People have a habit of biting their jaws when they use their strength properly. You intend to end me this time. This is the time.’
Anseong immediately narrows the distance and then pierces through like lightning with a light hook.
It was so fast you could hear the wind crackling.
Moment.
Your fist looks very slow.
After catching Siwoon, he twists his waist to the opposite side of the direction of his fist and lowers his head.
Boom! When Anseong’s hook misses over Shiwoon’s head and cuts through the air.
Siwoon’s right hand light was properly inserted into Anseong’s chin.
Grab!
Awesome plosive sound. Anseong’s hair, which had been hit by Shiwoon’s punch, shook.
For a moment, the officials’ expressions hardened as they watched.
Siwoon looked at Anseong’s face with quick eyes.
Anseong’s pupils are concentrated in the center like strabismus.
‘Proof that you can’t get out of the shock after being punched.’
Shiwoon immediately throws his right fist.
Puck! The fist landed on Anseong’s chin.
‘Properly.’
Siwoon’s fist twisted Anseong’s chin and his eyes closed. And his body began to tremble like an aspen tree.
At last, the sound of the floor of the ring colliding loudly.
Cheolppuduck-
“Huh?!”
The officials shouted in surprise.
It was because Anseong stretched out on the floor of the ring.
Jaechan saw this scene and hurriedly ran to Anseong.
“Hey, hey!”
Jaechan tapped Anseong on the cheek.
“Turn it off… ….”
Anseong showed the whites of his eyes and said nothing.
The officials who were making noise while watching the sparring all fell silent.
Eternally silent.
The most surprised was Siwoon’s friend Hyunchan.
“Oh, what happened?”
Siwoon approached Hyeonchan and stretched out his arm.
“Take off the gloves and headgear. I will die of frustration.”
“Ah, yes.”
Around the time Hyunchan was removing Siwoon’s protective gear, he heard a grunt.
The consciousness of Anseong had returned.
Siwoon turned his head and looked at his expression.
Anseong looked around with a face wondering what had happened.
“Huh? How did… Going to be?”
“After you were countered and grogged, you got another hook and stretched.”
“Whoa…. Nonsense. It’s a lucky punch. Do it again.”
Anseong was forced to stand up.
However, he collapsed into his seat.
“Just lie still.”
Jae-chan, who forcibly stood up again and stopped him from running at Si-woon, said with a pitiful face.
Siwoon, who had all his protective equipment removed before he knew it, came down from the ring and stretched his body.
Jaechan quietly approached him.
“Hey….”
“What is it?”
“Have you ever exercised? That counter…. It was a skill that could never come from someone who hadn’t encountered martial arts.”
“Exercise? All I did was taekwondo for a few months in middle school.”
“……….”
Jaechan’s face hardened.
Counter.
A high-difficulty fighting skill that is difficult for ordinary people to do.
Especially, to say that Anseong, who is called a promising rookie in the martial arts world, is being laid down as the counter means that only a few months of taekwondo is all that is said.
“……… ….”
Jaechan had nothing to say.
Siwoon said to Hyeonchan, who was staring blankly at him.
“How was it?”
“He killed me. No, not that. What happened? Has this bastard become a hunter and has awakened?”
“Um.”
“Siwoon, do you know that today is not really like you?”
“I gave something called a trial to a friend who never went through hardships and just kept running. He was broken by an amateur he had never even heard of, so he won’t be able to behave rudely anymore.”
“That… okay.”
Hyeonchan is still dumbfounded.
“I’ll go. Even exercise well.”
“Hey, are you leaving already?”
“I came because I had something to check. Since I already know everything, I go first.”
Siwoon left the gym.
Then he heads to the nearby subway station.
A small smile was drawn on Siwoon’s lips.
‘Obviously. My eyes and shoulders definitely developed while working as a hunter. And it was also confirmed that the developed senses could be used here in the present world. Now my second weapon is decided.’
Ta ta tak!
I heard someone’s hasty footsteps behind me.
“Hey, wait!”
Looking back, it was Jaechan who had seen the referee earlier.
“What are you doing?”
“You said you didn’t exercise, right?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to try working out at our gym?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Because I brought a manager’s business card?”
Jaechan hurriedly took a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Siwoon.
Siwoon shook his head.
“Even if I do exercise, I don’t want to do it in such an rude place.”
“Yes?”
“Tell the director. The officials seem to have poor manners.”
“Ah, I think there was a misunderstanding about that.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Well, now… Wait! Talk to me!”
Shiwoon didn’t even look at him anymore and walked on.
Siwoon walks fast without a bird to chase.
Jae-chan blankly looked at Si-woon’s receding back.
The way home.
Siwoon’s eyes shone.
‘Okay. Now, as a Hunter, my route B, my second weapon… ‘
It was an amazing idea.
That weapon.