Ch.318I won’t kill you

Thud.

Five seconds into the match.

Watching Zain Lance collapse so pathetically,

the commentators momentarily lost their words.

“…So just now.”

“What exactly happened? Honestly, I didn’t see it clearly.”

“Ah, well… when we replay the footage, after the touch of gloves, Zain Lance dove in….”

The flustered commentators continued their explanation

while watching the scene captured by the high-speed camera.

“As soon as he dove in, Kim Donghu deflected his fist and landed a counter.”

“This happened so fast that to our eyes, it just looked like he suddenly collapsed.”

But is that even possible? Can a human fist really be that fast?

The commentators couldn’t even try to hide their bewilderment.

Despite having watched many high-level matches

and believing their eyes were well-trained,

the match unfolding before them was on a completely different level.

“Ah, he’s getting up as we speak!”

“It was a quick knockdown, but yes… there’s no three-knockdown rule anyway… he still looks okay.”

“The key point is that he took his time getting up. He’s shocked, but the damage doesn’t seem severe!”

As the commentators noted,

the damage Zain Lance sustained wasn’t as severe as the impact of going down in just five seconds.

‘But why did I go down?’

However, the psychological damage was substantial.

Despite being in peak condition,

he couldn’t even properly dodge one punch and got knocked down.

‘Don’t panic, I just need to push forward again.’

Zain Lance dismissed the moment as a lucky punch.

Crouching.

Putting weight on his back foot.

‘I’ll really kill you.’

Boom!

He closes the distance again.

Ultra-close range.

Toe-to-toe.

A precarious distance where the slightest wrong move could throw off balance.

In that situation, Zain Lance’s rear hand moved forward with explosive speed.

Boom!

He tried to shatter Kim Donghu’s side.

‘This crazy bastard!’

As if seeing everything,

Kim Donghu pulled his back foot and slipped to the side to evade.

Swallowing his disbelief, Zain Lance swung his left hand upward.

Boxing is normally

a punch fight where you think two moves ahead.

So one blocked punch doesn’t ruin the plan.

But.

Tuk.

Tak.

Tuk.

What happens when every move is blocked?

“Ah, Zain Lance’s attacks look like he’s hitting mitts.”

“Usually, catching punches like this is very dangerous. You never know what variables might occur.”

“But right now, Kim Donghu is precisely meeting Zain Lance’s fists with his own fists.”

People understood the situation from the commentators’ explanation.

But this was only half-accurate.

It looked like they were meeting fist to fist, but…

Kung!

Kung!

Strictly speaking, the parts of their fists making contact were different.

The protruding bone when making a fist.

Commonly called knuckles, or metacarpal bones.

Using this precise striking point, Kim Donghu was breaking Zain Lance’s fists.

Unlike the solid metacarpal bones, the finger bones are fragile.

As the punches landed there, Zain Lance could feel his bones cracking in real-time.

Normally, this would be an injury that would make someone collapse in agony.

But for some reason, today he could endure it.

As fists exchanged

and bodies gradually moved closer,

‘Now!’

Zain Lance pulled out his hidden trump card.

He had originally planned to use it later in the round,

but circumstances left him no choice.

‘This will definitely land.’

A technique banned in most combat sports.

Using the frontal bone, the hardest bone in the human skull.

Attacking with this boxing technique, known as:

“Butting! We just saw a headbutt!”

“Ah, but it didn’t connect. It wasn’t a direct hit!”

“Was it because they were so close, did his foot slip? From our view, it looked like Zain Lance’s forehead was aimed at Kim Donghu.”

Headbutting.

A direct hit typically causes concussion at minimum.

A technique that can cause bleeding and end the match,

deliberate headbutting results in major point deductions or disqualification.

But if ruled ‘unintentional’,

there’s a rule that nullifies the entire match if it happens before the fourth round.

Of course, this assumes the opponent is rendered unable to continue,

but Zain Lance considered this well within his capabilities.

‘Since the first button was fastened wrong, I should just nullify the entire match.’

His fists were gradually breaking,

and the match hadn’t even progressed one minute.

Zain Lance’s best option was a rematch.

‘If a rematch is ruled, due to contract conditions, we’ll skip directly to the UFC match instead of redoing this one.’

While he might somehow get through boxing,

UFC was completely his domain.

So Zain Lance’s position was to just get through this moment safely.

“I’ll kill you!”

Therefore, after intimidating Kim Donghu,

he planned to use an ‘apparently unintentional’ headbutt to nullify the match.

But.

Kung!

In the end, Kim Donghu wasn’t fooled by the headbutt.

More precisely, he had predicted it from the start.

‘This guy’s trying to kill me, what wouldn’t he do?’

Honestly, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had hidden a knife in his glove to stab him.

In that context, a headbutt was almost cute.

‘And the real fight will be in UFC anyway.’

In boxing, once there’s a knockdown, no follow-up strikes are allowed,

so if someone falls, the risk of serious injury is low.

But in MMA, a takedown is just the beginning of another phase of the fight.

In a way, this current match could be seen as setup for that moment.

But.

‘You’re not the only one setting up.’

The ability to use this opportunity wasn’t exclusive to Zain Lance.

It was mutually permissible.

Kim Donghu also actively sought to exploit this opportunity.

Hung!

Dodging another headbutt attempt at close range.

Boom!

To punish the crime of bringing his head too close, he drives his fist into Zain’s chin.

Striking precisely under the chin with his metacarpal bone,

forcing the head back and rattling the brain.

“You bastard!”

The fact that he could speak while his brain was being rattled

was testament to Zain Lance’s amazing resilience.

But there was no time to admire it.

Kung!

Zain Lance’s fist drove straight into Kim Donghu’s abdomen.

“Ah! He was originally aiming for the solar plexus area! But he missed!”

“He’s not allowing any proper hits at all! He pressed down with his arm!”

“Does Kim Donghu see himself in third person? His field of vision is too wide!”

But this wasn’t the target Zain wanted.

For a boxer, abdominal muscles are like iron plates.

Zain Lance’s strike failed to produce any meaningful result.

Instead,

Kim Donghu’s fist drove into Zain Lance’s exposed torso as he came in deep.

Kung!

“Ah, second knockdown! 1 minute 32 seconds into the first round! Second knockdown!”

“But this is truly historic! No fighter has ever exchanged blows with Kim Donghu like this!”

“Is boxing truly Kim Donghu’s territory? It seems the WBC, WBA unified champion title isn’t far away!”

With each exchange of fists, groans continuously escaped Zain Lance’s mouth.

Perfect metacarpal strikes.

Every hit landing with precision, all direct hits.

A one-sided beating no one predicted.

Kung!

Boom!

This was a picture even fate couldn’t have foreseen.

Looking at it objectively, Zain Lance was currently a human weapon.

Someone who should be able to kill anyone within 5 seconds of contact.

Why was he trying to get killed instead of killing?

“Huff… huff….”

Rough breathing.

Time was running out,

and points were being lost in real-time.

When none of his planned moves worked, Zain Lance:

“Ah! He’s moving away from close range!”

“Is he trying to use the whole ring now? At this point?”

“It’s not too late! He’s trying to survive this round!”

Chose to retreat.

A simple rule: if you can’t win in the first round,

move on to the second.

He was actively trying to use this strategy.

In reality, this tactic was quite effective.

Normally, a KO would have been unsurprising given his injuries.

But with superhuman recovery, Zain Lance stayed on his feet until:

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Showing his back, he managed to survive the first round.

Getting up like a roly-poly toy despite taking numerous clean hits.

Everyone was puzzled by his bizarrely fast recovery.

‘…Wait, maybe I could have been more aggressive?’

As the first round ended and his second entered to provide coaching,

Zain Lance suddenly had a thought.

‘Does that guy not have enough power to properly break me?’

Of course, he acknowledged the attempt to break his fists.

It was indeed very effective and threatening.

But.

It couldn’t really be considered successful.

Did his overwhelming toughness make even his bones sturdy?

“If we go to decision, it’s disadvantageous, so in the remaining rounds….”

Interrupting his coach’s words:

“No, I’ll end it this round.”

Zain Lance smirked.

He concluded he had been too passive in the first round.

With this level of recovery, he could push harder, couldn’t he?

The answer was clear.

This time, he would get even closer and kill him.

No, he would kill him regardless of distance.

As if waiting for Zain Lance to finish that thought:

Ding!

The bell rang again.

And so the second round began.

++++++

After the touch of gloves.

Kung!

Zain Lance comes in again.

As I felt in the first round, his recovery is ridiculous.

Despite taking three clean hits to the chin,

two to the liver, and one near the solar plexus.

He can still come in like this, perfectly fine.

‘It feels like playing a game with someone using infinite health cheats.’

He bleeds, but it heals in real-time.

The problem is that his strikes still hurt tremendously.

Kung!

Even a light punch to my abs.

Wudik.

The destructive power penetrates my organs and transmits through my entire body.

So if I had to describe it:

‘Health cheat and… like a one-shot kill mode?’

A cheat-filled opponent, you could say.

Of course, I shouldn’t talk, playing with Sims – Real Life, but still.

“This time I’ll really kill you!”

Seeing Zain Lance, or rather fate, coming at me saying such things,

I found it quite persistent.

If I were to die so easily,

I would have died long ago.

That’s why I needed to respond with equal sincerity.

“I won’t kill you.”

However.

“But you’ll wish you were dead.”

Batman’s way, that is.

Not killing people, but making them writhe in agony.

All the techniques I can do with my fists flow naturally from my body.

Tuk.

Deflect his fist with my shoulder to make it go upward,

then dive under his armpit.

Boom!

Breaking his ribs.

“Kuluk!”

Zain Lance doubles over.

After driving him to the ropes with a single strike,

I immediately gathered my strength.

I could knock him down with multiple hits here,

but it was obvious he would recover.

‘I need one perfect shot.’

To end this decisively, I put weight on my front foot and rotate my waist.

The power rises from my toes through my waist and shoulders to my fist.

After maximizing the rotational force and channeling it all into my fist,

Kung!

I drive my fist into his solar plexus.

The strike direction is from bottom to top.

The punch I threw with the intention of launching a person:

“Kuk!”

Flew in the opposite direction of Zain Lance’s mouthpiece that escaped his mouth,

and in that same direction, Zain Lance floated upward.

“…This is unbelievable! I never thought I’d see this in real life!”

“Ring-out by punch! This isn’t WWE, but we just saw a ring-out in boxing!”

“The referee is intervening! The match is over!”

With that refreshing commentary.

Kung!

The sound of Zain Lance completely exiting the ring

marked the end of the match.