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Diameter 9.14m, total area approximately 69.7m².

The octagonal world where all victories and defeats are determined.

Zain Lance had never been defeated here.

From his amateur days until he rose to the champion’s position.

In this narrow and fierce place, he had always been invincible.

And he thought it would be eternal.

The start was good.

Thwack!

The perfect impact of a calf kick landing.

No matter how much adrenaline was pumping to ignore the pain.

It was certain that unbearable pain would pierce the leg.

‘Just one hit and it’s practically over.’

This was Zain Lance’s winning pattern.

A calf kick that struck the front leg, specifically targeting the shin with devastating precision.

With this, the opponent’s lower body would be neutralized.

That’s how it should have been.

“Who’s killing who? You really want me to kill you?”

Until he heard those words looking down at him.

Why am I lying down?

‘This doesn’t make sense.’

The move Kim Donghu just showed could easily be considered that of a novice.

Not simply striking briefly and finishing.

But sweeping the leg to completely knock down the opponent.

A move where the risk outweighed the return.

If it had been blocked, it would create a huge opening that could lead straight to a KO.

It was that kind of crazy move.

This succeeded?

And against me?

‘This is impossible.’

Coincidence or luck.

Thinking this, Zain Lance.

Whoosh.

Quickly got to his feet before a takedown punch could follow.

“You’ll regret not finishing me when you had the chance for the rest of your life.”

“You still don’t understand what it means that I’ve taken off the suit.”

A brief exchange of words.

And as soon as the words ended, the first to move was.

“!”

Not Zain Lance, but Kim Donghu.

Throughout the boxing match, he had only been deflecting incoming attacks.

Zain Lance unconsciously thought Kim Donghu wouldn’t come at him.

‘Crazy!’

At the unexpected dash, Zain Lance instinctively threw his body backward.

And at that very moment.

Whoop.

An attack method Kim Donghu had never used before emerged.

Thwack.

The sound of something forcefully striking.

“Ah, ahhh!!!!”

As soon as they heard that sound, the commentators rose to their feet again.

“Cr-crescent kick! This is insane! A truly perfect kick!”

“For reference, a crescent kick is like a liver shot. The difference is that it’s delivered with a leg instead of an arm!”

“Ah, so while Boxer Kim Donghu hits the liver with his fist… MMA Kim Donghu hits the liver with his leg?!”

A kick approaching perfection.

Closing the distance while dragging the rear foot forward.

As soon as the opponent creates distance, swinging that dragged rear foot.

At that moment, Zain Lance’s gaze was fixed on Kim Donghu’s front and lead foot.

He couldn’t see the set-up rear foot.

And that rear foot struck Zain Lance’s side from a blind angle, crushing his ribs.

“Zain Lance! He’s staggering immediately! Wait, why isn’t the referee declaring the end of the match…?”

“Could he possibly want the match to continue? If so, there’s no choice but to finish it decisively!”

“This doesn’t make sense in the first place! The match can’t continue from here!”

“Ah, Kim Donghu! He’s approaching immediately. Catching up to the retreating Zain Lance and then…!”

A finishing punch for the perfect KO.

As if reading Kim Donghu’s fist aiming precisely for the chin.

Clack!

Kim Donghu’s fist meets Zain Lance’s forehead bone.

The once-famous domestic technique of “how to take a hit without pain.”

Zain Lance actually used it in reality.

Of course, unlike in comics.

“Arghh!”

“So you’re struggling desperately.”

The pain is greater for the one blocking with the forehead bone.

‘What the hell is happening?!’

What followed was honestly a scene too painful to watch.

‘I need to hold out until I recover.’

He runs away.

About 1 minute and 13 seconds into the match.

Zain Lance chose to flee in an unexpected situation.

In the narrow cage, he shows his back.

When the opponent seems to approach, he turns around pretending to engage.

Then runs away again, repeating this pattern.

After about 1 minute of this.

Just before the referee was about to issue a warning.

Zain Lance, having received the power to kill Kim Donghu.

“…Huff, that’s enough.”

Once again perfectly recovers his body.

Moreover.

‘I have… even more power?’

Judging his current state insufficient to kill Kim Donghu.

Fate enhances Zain Lance one more time.

In truth, this was a result no one had anticipated.

Everyone thought he was only good at boxing.

But as soon as the condition of being able to use various striking techniques including legs was added.

As if boxing had been his shackle.

Kim Donghu was rampaging inside the cage.

“You’re damn good at running away.”

“That won’t happen anymore!”

Zain Lance closes the distance again.

Having received an even more certain killing intent.

To kill Kim Donghu more perfectly.

Swish.

In the standoff, Zain Lance’s lead hand blocks Kim Donghu’s vision.

Using the lead hand as a pivot point to pull his body, his rear elbow.

Thud!

Drives straight into Kim Donghu’s forearm.

As if avenging the crescent kick.

Immediately following by pressing his body close.

“Huff….”

In less than a second.

Thump!

Short-range strikes.

A distance so close that even properly swinging a fist wastes precious time.

To utilize all of that 100%.

Strikes using the principle of short-range power hammer Kim Donghu’s body.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Relentless strikes.

At a glance.

“Ah! Combinations! Combinations! And more combinations!”

“As if determined to break through the guard, Zain Lance! Slowly chipping away at Kim Donghu’s arms!”

“True to his title as the strongest spear, his attacks are fierce. There are no gaps in his combinations!”

“It’s intense! So intense!”

“And if you look closely, he’s constantly stepping on Kim Donghu’s instep, almost stomping on it! What is the referee doing?”

“Between the running away earlier and this, Zain Lance… seems to be receiving excessive home ground advantage right now!”

While it might appear that Kim Donghu is at a disadvantage.

The reality was completely different.

‘Damn it, why won’t it break!’

Normally the guard should drop after being pounded like this.

But Kim Donghu still firmly maintained his guard and remained still.

Even though he was cornered against the cage.

It made no sense how he could dodge by moving his body against the iron fence.

While boxing, he danced on the ropes.

Now he was using the minimal elasticity of the cage to roll his body.

‘What an impossible physique.’

Short torso and long arms.

These two features provided the basis for protecting the entire front of his upper body.

And his long but solid lower body dispersed all impacts to the ground.

‘What kind of body structure is this….’

Should he maintain this toe-to-toe state.

Or create distance to land a bigger strike.

Just as Zain Lance was contemplating these two options.

Tap.

“Huh?”

Zain Lance’s arm hits something and shoots up over his head.

What did it hit? As he wondered.

“…Now I understand how to hit you.”

Following Kim Donghu’s unexpected words.

In the exact same way Zain Lance had cornered Kim Donghu against the cage.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

No, with even more destructive power.

“Is this your signature?”

He devours Zain Lance.

It was like a natural disaster.

A massive wave.

Belatedly, Zain Lance realized what had hit his arm and sent it upward.

‘Knee….’

The foot he had been stepping on to prevent its use.

Had broken free from its shackle and knocked away his fist.

How does one even come up with the idea of deflecting a punch with a knee?

As he pondered this briefly.

Crack!

Kim Donghu’s fist drives straight into Zain Lance’s face.

His wrist, damaged by the knee kick, doesn’t allow for a proper guard.

All that remains is to endure with the recovery ability granted by fate.

That one thing.

But.

“I’m sick of this.”

Kim Donghu doesn’t allow it.

Crack!

A strike to the metacarpal bones that has reached divine levels.

The sound of something breaking explodes from Zain Lance’s jaw.

And then the combination that Zain Lance had shown earlier.

Thud, thud, thud!

Is reborn in Kim Donghu’s hands.

An absurd talent for copying the opponent’s techniques exactly.

The same method Edward had suffered.

“…Crazy bastard, he’s actually doing that?”

Indiscriminate violence enough to reawaken someone’s trauma in the audience.

Rains down on Zain Lance.

And at that moment, Zain Lance could see.

The pattern of his blood splattered on Kim Donghu’s face looked like.

‘…The Joker?’

Like a smile, he thought.

++++++

There was no upset.

After getting hit while running away to buy time in the first round.

The one-minute rest period passed in the blink of an eye.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

The second round ended in a one-sided fashion.

A match without grappling or submissions.

Finished with pure striking from beginning to end.

Though the one-sided exchange continued.

Perhaps because the match itself lasted quite a while.

“…Ah, the floor is soaked with blood.”

“It’s hard to believe all this blood came from just one person.”

“Although Zain Lance tried to respond with an unbelievable recovery ability….”

“Kim Donghu, freed from boxing rules, was truly a monster.”

The white octagon cage was stained red.

And Zain Lance, seemingly without strength to stand, was being supported by his coach.

‘This is impossible.’

People thought.

Even though it’s Zain Lance.

Could it end this one-sidedly?

‘How did this happen?’

Fate was surprised.

It had given Zain Lance all the power it could.

There were scenarios where he would attempt a joint lock and break the neck.

Stories where he would strike the back of the head causing full-body paralysis.

And endings where he would properly hit the heart causing cardiac arrest.

But he couldn’t even attempt any of them before being crushed.

Why?

For what reason?

Fate belatedly questioned.

And only then realized.

That the name Kim Donghu had been engraved in the world.

To the point of no return.

At the moment when his incredibly strong vitality was imprinted in everyone’s eyes.

The premise that ‘Kim Donghu would be defeated and die’ had been erased from people’s minds.

Therefore, an overwhelming and one-sided.

Round 2, 4 minutes 27 seconds, TKO.

The title attached to Zain Lance was ‘Kim Donghu’s punching bag who lasted the longest’.

And the title attached to Kim Donghu was.

“WBC, WBA… and now! UFC Heavyweight Champion as well!”

“I declare! I conclude! There’s no need to question who is the strongest on earth anymore!”

“Kim Donghu, he is!”

Namely.

“The strongest human on earth!”