< Outcast is too good at martial arts (10) >
Moogyeol, who passed the weigh-in at 89kg, will face middleweight Chae Won-ki in the first selection.
Chae Won-ki, who reached the top of the Octagon, was showing off his prowess by knocking out applicants mercilessly.
“Now, next, next!”
Unlike Bantam’s Chang Chun-ming and lightweight Nach Krasin, Chae Won-gi did not hesitate to throw hard punches at the applicants.
In the wind, the applicants fell into a somewhat radical appearance, but Chairman Jang Young-gil was quite satisfied.
Han Ki-joo clicked his tongue as he saw it.
“Is it okay for a senior pro fighter to do that?”
“Well, that must be the character Jang Young-gil gave me. Feeling like a pro fighter without mercy. Of course, Chae Won-gi himself seems to be quite excited about the massacre of civilians.”
“What type of player is Chae Won-ki?”
“You say you’re a martial arts reporter, but what if you don’t know that?”
“Hehe, actually, it wasn’t long before I moved from soccer to martial arts.”
“A typical ‘wrestler’. He has a batting base, but is also good at offence wrestling. Besides, the staff is quite cheerful for a domestic player.”
“Can’t you explain it a little easier?”
“…You know kickboxing, right?”
“Of course it is.”
“I mean kickboxing is the base, but wrestling is also good. Chae Won-ki has an unconditional advantage, especially against the same striker.”
“why?”
“Most strikers can lead the game only when they reach their own hitting distance, but Chae Won-ki is strong at hitting distance and even in close situations.”
“Is it because of that offense wrestling or something?”
“You’re right. If you do, you can stick together and do dirty boxing (a boxing workshop that takes place in a very close range).
“Hmm, isn’t our expectations for Ju-Rang not compatible?”
“I can see that.”
“Are there any downsides?”
“Why not? Like most wrestlers, he is weak against counter submissions. You know what a counter submission is, right?”
“Uh, isn’t that like catching a Jiu-Jitsu submission when the opponent comes in?”
“You’re right. Of course, there seems to be no applicant with that level of Jiu-Jitsu.”
“It seems to be strong.”
“of course. Even if you look like that, you’re a pro fighter. Besides, he’s the guy who acts as the RCF middleweight gatekeeper.”
In the meantime, Chae Won-ki, who had rendered the sixth applicant incapacitated, held a ceremony by tapping his chest.
“Ooh-oh!”
Seeing this, Han Ki-joo frowned.
“Ugh, that’s a bit disconcerting. Is it that good?”
“I know. I guess I was overly immersed in the villain character.”
“It can be said that there are no successful applicants so far, right?”
“Applicants who showed a certain amount of fighting spirit would have been accepted. Like that uncle?”
The seventh applicant, Choi Seok-du, who introduced himself as a former gangster, had a battle of souls with Chae Won-ki.
Poo poo poo-.
Chae Won-gi’s punch hit the applicant’s face nicely, but the applicant showed quite good toughness and endured until the middle of the second round.
In the end, TKO was declared due to a pounding following wrestling, but Chairman Jang Young-gil, who took the microphone, declared his acceptance.
“This is the first time a challenger has shown this level of fighting spirit in the heavyweight division. Even if you come from a rough place, if you walk the path of martial arts, you will be able to move forward to a righteous life. RCF wants to help applicant Seok-Doo Choi. Applicant Seok-Doo Choi, let’s join us.”
“Yes brother… No CEO! thank you!”
Kang Hye-min clicked her tongue as she saw Choi Seok-du cheering.
“Anyway, the tongue is the best in the industry. That man just wants to attract aggro with the title of ‘formed gangster’.”
While challenger Choi Seok-doo was receiving the passer’s belt, Cha Moo-gyeol’s turn finally came.
“The next applicant, the middleweight car, is perfect! Come up to the Octagon!”
The air in the arena changed in an instant when Mugyeol appeared.
All participants, RCF officials and player reporters were paying attention to him.
“Whoa, please don’t just get knocked out.”
Novice reporter Han Gi-joo looked nervous, but Cha Moo-gyeol was unexpectedly quite calm.
The image of him wearing open finger gloves for MMA and holding a mouthpiece in his mouth had an aura like a veteran even though he had never competed in a single martial arts match.
“It’s oddly tanned.”
“Iknow, right.”
When Mugyeol entered the Octagon, Chae Won-ki, who had been concentrating on defeating the opponent, suddenly took the microphone.
“Finally, the challenger I’ve been waiting for has come up. I also watched Moo-gyeol Cha’s application video very impressively.”
“…”
“Mugyeol Cha seems to have confidence in boxing, so this time I will fight with only two fists.”
“!”
“I will show you that the world of pros is not easy.”
* * *
‘I will deal with Cha Mu-gyeol only through boxing’.
Chae Won-ki’s confidence actually had quite a lot of grounds.
Even in the RCF middleweight division, Chae Won-ki was not pushed back with pure boxing skills.
There was decent offensive wrestling as well, so I was able to defend the 5th place in the middleweight rankings and act as a gatekeeper for RCF.
But Mugyeol laughed.
It wasn’t because Chae Won-ki, who boasted, was funny.
[Fight mission ‘Beat the Pro’ activates.]
[KO the opponent in the 1st selection process for ‘Real Fighter’!]
[Points are paid differently depending on the KO method!]
[Blowing KO: 50pt]
[Submission KO: 100pt]
A message that points are paid differently according to the knockout method.
‘It’s an increasingly fun system.’
Mugyeol looked at Chae Won-gi, who was warming up with a rather arrogant expression through the hologram.
There’s no way I can’t remember that face.
One of Jang Yeong-gil’s blind followers.
I have seen his face several times even in the hospital bed where he was lying with general paralysis.
Whenever Jang Young-gil mocked him, one of the guys who laughed the loudest was Chae Won-ki.
‘It’s nice to meet you bastard.’
Anger and joy boiled at the same time, but Mugyeol calmed down and began to take light steps.
In MMA, where striking and wrestling situations usually coexist, it is quite risky to step on bouncy boxing steps.
The basic stance of an MMA striker is to always keep your feet on the ground and prepare for tackle and ground situations.
But Mugyeol had confidence.
One more than Chaewongi. I am confident that I can speak advanced boxing no matter how hard I open.
“Chung-!”
Chae Won-ki stretched out his front hand while making the sound of the wind with his mouth, but Mu-gyeol avoided it with a light sway back and caught the distance.
“Uh-oh-.”
Sharp jabs and evasive battles Everyone in the venue let out a low elasticity.
Han Ki-ju also exclaimed and looked at Kang Hye-min.
“senior! Did you just see it!? Avoiding fists by lying down on your back! You looked like Mayweather!?”
“I saw it too. Don’t make a fuss.”
“Wow, this is not a joke!”
The venue was heated, but on the contrary, Mugyeol’s head was cold.
Moo Kyul already finished the calculation in his head with this front hand punch.
Chae Won-gi’s range, pressure strength, and even the angle at which she can counter without getting punched.
“It’s quite-!”
Chae Won-gi, with a confident expression, stepped forward and pressured Mugyeol.
Left foot, right foot, ignorantly moving forward, stretching both hooks and straight hits.
But it didn’t reach flawless.
‘I can’t match this much.’
After realizing that she had a glass jaw, Mugyeol spent a lot of time learning evasion techniques.
Even so, the body did not move easily due to the damage to the head, and the damage within the brain accumulated.
But what if this fresh body with no damage?
Chae Won-ki’s punch rush can be avoided even with one eye closed.
“Chwiit-! Chwii-it!”
Chae Won-ki continued to advance with the sound of the dirty wind, but Moo-gyeol, who had been driven to the end of the octagon, lightly ducked out and took over the center again.
With the guard drooping to the floor, he avoids punches with only steps and waist movements.
The two reporters of ‘Brawlers’ were sweating in their hands.
“Shouldn’t the senior guard be raised?”
“It’s better to keep your guard down to avoid punches. My field of vision opens up, my fists don’t get caught on the guard, and my reaction improves.”
“If you get caught doing that…”
“That’s right. It’s going to suck.”
“So what?”
“But to put it the other way around, it must be that much confidence.”
Hyemin Kang involuntarily swallowed his saliva.
“Confidence that you can’t take a single shot at RCF’s middleweight gatekeeper.”
“…is it true?”
“That kid might be more of a thing than we thought.”
More than half of the first round had already passed, and Chae Won-gi was still unable to hit Mu-gyeol.
‘shit!’
On the outside, he pretended to be relaxed, but on the inside he was getting more and more impatient.
Of course, there were options of kicking and wrestling, but he had already boasted before the match that he would fight with only fists.
I regretted my reckless behavior, but it has already happened.
‘What would the president say if I kicked out here!’
It was Chae Won-ki, who clenched his teeth, sealed the kick, and pursued integrity with only two fists.
If you somehow drive it into a corner, you just need to get a good position and you can punch it!
However, Moo Kyul, who had a perfect sense of distance, did not get cornered, but only drifted farther and farther away.
Before I knew it, the MCs in the hall were gradually getting excited.
[Oh, this is a very graceful evasion move for the second perfect candidate! The level of boxing is high!]
[Chae Won-ki is putting a lot of pressure on him, but he can’t reach Cha Mu-gyeol! I guess I’ll have to use kicks or wrestling!]
[But again, how can a professional fighter do such a disgrace! A man shouldn’t say two words with one mouth!]
Chae Won-gi couldn’t believe it.
‘How the hell does that wavy gopiri use such light boxing?’
Even that evasion skill was similar to that of the late Cha Mu-gyeol, whom he was jealous of a few years ago.
Chasing the elusive Moo-gyeol, Chae Won-gi seemed to be wandering in a dream.
As time passed, Chae Won-ki’s feet slowed down, and Mugyeol avoided the punches with minimal movement.
A situation in which the person applying the pressure consumes more stamina than the one receiving the pressure.
Suddenly, Chae Won-gi’s mouth began to open slowly.
If it takes only one room, if it takes only one room -!
With that thought in mind, the moment I threw away my compact swing and threw a big overhand -.
Paaang-!
The jab in his front hand, like a flash of lightning, struck Chae Won-ki on the bridge of his nose.
“Kheuheo-!”
Chae Won-ki’s neck was thrown back after being hit by a punch.
While his feet stopped, Mugyeol came back with a light step and took the center of the octagon.
“…!”
The moment everyone stood up.
The number went up for the first time on the electronic display board prepared in the competition hall.
[Effective hit 1/3]
“Oohhhh–!!”
