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    Excellent physical ability is like a martial art.

    Former UFC heavyweight champion Francis Ngannou won the title fight solely with his outstanding physical ability.

    Even though he lost that fight, it was an example that shows how far a person can rise with just physical ability.

    Punching power that can knock anyone down.

    He is 195cm tall and weighs over 110kg and has the tenacity to not even get into a groggy state even after being hit squarely in the chin with a backspin elbow by Cyril Gan, a Muay Thai champion fighter.

    It was a predator itself.

    Equipped with technology, Ngannou showed off an overwhelming presence that made it seem like he could not be defeated by anyone.

    In boxing, where technique is more important than anything else, Deontay Wilder rose to the title of champion with just his powerful punching power.

    -My opponents have to be perfect for all 12 rounds, but I only have to be perfect for 1 second.

    This is the words he left that best describes him.

    His rival Anthony Joshua said of him:

    -When it comes to technique versus technique, there is no boxer who can beat me. But that one hit makes you lose everything. If that situation comes, it’s scary.

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    Dohyun Choi was warming up and putting on his equipment 30 minutes before his appointment time.

    What gave Kim Seung-woo a strong laser point is their secret that even Lim Chae-won doesn’t know.

    Hit the sandbag little by little to get a feel for it.

    Wear boxing gloves over the plaster cast to get used to the weight of your fists.

    Time passed quickly.

    Most of the club members were gathered.

    Led by Lim Chae-won, Kim Seung-woo, and Jin Se-hee, they were the ones hoping for Choi Do-hyun to win.

    Just one of them.

    Not knowing what would happen if Choi Do-hyun was defeated, there was someone who prayed for him to be defeated, and it was Min Ji-seong.

    After a while, the other person appeared.

    Several black people centered around Mark.

    “Fuck…! Mark, we told you…!”

    “..Is that guy that guy?”

    As is often the case in NTR films, foreigners are strangely familiar with our language.

    A bald man who is much bigger and sturdier than the others…

    It was the first time Choi Do-hyun saw Mark this close.

    Certainly, he was someone who could be confident no matter who he fought.

    If you have a body like that, it has to be like that.

    “Here, put on your gloves.”

    Chaewon Lim gave two match gloves to Mark.

    “….Okay.”

    Compared to Lim Chae-won, Mark was no different from a giant.

    He was looking down at her completely.

    I saw him licking his lips.

    Mark, wearing gloves, stepped into the ring.

    “..without any break. I will use only my fists and fight until my opponent surrenders or passes out. Are you dissatisfied?”

    “No problem.”

    He grinned, revealing white teeth that were different from his skin color.

    ‘..I’m behind, you bastard.’

    Choi Do-hyeon recalled memories of the original work.

    Ah, my two fists suddenly gained strength.

    The two men faced each other in the center of the ring.

    After a while.

    At that moment, the ball rang.

    The two started moving at the same time.

    The top of the ring is wider than expected.

    If you quietly climb up and lie down on an empty square ring, you can feel it.

    However, as of now, I don’t feel any of the sensations from back then.

    It was too narrow.

    Choi Do-hyeon concentrated all his senses.

    I felt that my superior body functions were being used to their full potential.

    The sensation of the muscles of the whole body writhing.

    The vibration of Mark’s steps, the movement of his eyes.

    Which fist is aiming where…

    was being read

    Whoa!

    A massive fist, like a mace, split the air with a large trajectory.

    A wind passed by my skin.

    It was easily avoided by weaving, but its destructive power was formidable.

    An attack full of destructive will that will break your arm if you raise your arm to guard it.

    In Choi Do-hyeon’s eyes, Lee Chae was young. It seemed like a weakness had been discovered.

    Mark’s technique is overwhelming strength itself.

    The fists of an uneducated person are sloppy.

    Wow.

    Choi Do-hyeon contracted his entire body.

    Like a spring that has been forced down, ready to burst out at any moment.

    My muscles pulsated. The adrenaline in my veins was about to explode.

    From the tips of the toes of the lower body to the tips of the fists of the upper body, there was no place where strength was not exerted.

    If you throw a sloppy fist, your arm will move away from your body –

    Bah!

    The body opens and creates empty space.

    A picturesque river shot.

    A fist wrapped in a plaster cast was fired.

    However, I couldn’t reach it.

    The giant black man’s animal-like reaction speed blocked his fist by pulling his opposite arm.

    My fist was clogged and dust from the glove flew everywhere.

    “Hmm?!”

    Mark felt a sharp pain starting from his forearm.

    It was an awkward feeling.

    After my body grew, I never felt it.

    “Huh!”

    He didn’t like this unfamiliar feeling.

    The beast, whose pride was wounded, began throwing its fists wildly.

    Hung! Whoa!

    The body, which was born with everything, rode a fierce force.

    Boom, boom.

    He continues to take heavy steps and puts pressure on Choi Do-hyeon as if Taesan is approaching.

    Murderous intent welled up from the clearly split thigh muscles.

    Every step sounded like an earthquake.

    Choi Do-hyun repeatedly dodged punches with agile movements that were not appropriate for his size.

    Basic footwork that involves using both feet freely.

    That seemed to be enough.

    However, no matter how quick a fox is, it cannot escape from a landslide.

    Finally, the beast cornered its victim.

    finished.

    If you hit with a fist, the opponent falls down.

    You can’t avoid it in this position.

    As always, I punched with the intention of blowing his head off –

    ‘What?’

    For a moment his vision became strange.

    I had to close my eyes to the stimulus of unknown origin.

    Supported by Seungwoo Kim.

    There is no need to shoot directly at the eyes.

    It shoots roughly around the face, and as it moves around, it hits the eye at least once.

    He fired two lasers right when Choi Do-hyun started to lose pressure.

    It was a close timing, but we succeeded in hitting the target.

    If the aiming point is disturbed, the shell will not reach.

    For this reason, when he was under pressure, he always turned his back on Kim Seung-woo and fought.

    Choi Do-hyeon bowed his head and came out of the corner.

    However, even if a shell misses the target location, fragments are dangerous.

    Wow!

    Mark’s blind fist hit Choi Do-hyun’s arm.

    It was not a fatal wound.

    The arms were there for defense.

    However, his fists had to be treated as a non-issue in general boxing.

    The sight before my eyes instantly turned dark red.

    Hundreds of rays of light were visible.

    Suddenly, he quickly stepped back and checked the situation.

    A fleeting moment.

    My left arm instantly swelled.

    There was no pain. Is it because of the adrenaline, or is it the unexpected pain that comes after a while?

    However, it seemed as if its muscles were paralyzed and did not listen to its owner.

    ‘are you okay.’

    I barely gave up one arm to hold on to the fist that threatened to blow my consciousness away.

    If you show weakness in a fight, the fight is over at that moment.

    He forced his left arm to his torso.

    Even if I get hit more and my arm is completely destroyed… at least, I will be able to prevent that murderous fist from going straight into my torso.

    On the other hand, Mark could not easily understand this trend.

    Obviously the fists made contact.

    The opponent was still standing.

    I don’t know where I closed my eyes, but it was normal for me to fall to the floor and clutch at that area by now.

    It was a type of fight I had never experienced in my life.

    Suddenly, he began to be overcome by a strange fear.

    In some case, it might be you who falls.

    …He ‘assaulted’ others on several occasions.

    However, I didn’t get to ‘fight’.

    There are cases where wrestling-based athletes, who are said to be the strongest in UFC, are surprisingly easily defeated by strikers.

    A blow to the face that I have never felt in my life.

    Unfamiliar pain.

    Cases where the strength of the mind cannot keep up with the strength of the body have been widespread since the beginning of time.

    Brock Lesnar, a 130kg fighter who is always considered the strongest physique in UFC history, is one of the reasons for his downfall because of his fear of being hit in the face.

    His body was still strong.

    On the contrary, a crack was forming in my heart.

    Do-Hyeon Choi confirmed that Mark’s movements had become much weaker.

    It is difficult to use the front hand. It seems possible to drive it if you use your energy and move it, but you need to use it sparingly. Cannot be used for a long time.

    I just moved my shoulder muscles several times and made fake motions.

    Whoa, the attack is coming…

    Straight counter.

    The trained muscles and plaster bandages wrapped around his fists were steadily accumulating damage to his iron-like body.

    It wasn’t enough of a shock to knock him out with one blow.

    However, it was definitely causing damage.

    Gradually, Mark’s movements slowed down. The biggest weakness of fighters who are full of muscle and can kill their opponents in the first round is the sustainability of their firepower.

    Ngannou was like that in his days when he only had physical skills.

    Brock Lesnar did the same.

    Fighters who are so exhausted become prey to their opponents, who had been allocating their stamina.

    Jab.

    straight.

    hook.

    One two hook, jab jab two.

    Weaving to a one-two hook, followed by a body hook.

    Lean your upper body back like a flowing sway, straight jab jab, ducking body hook.

    Gradually, Choi Do-hyun’s offensive began to intensify.

    He poured out attacks by forcing his left arm, which did not move easily, to move.

    His movements were awkward, as if a tentacle had grabbed his left arm, but he pushed on.

    Even if my arm is crushed, I have to finish this at this time.

    I continued hitting without stopping.

    My heart was pounding as if it would burst, and my lungs began to hurt as if they were being torn apart.

    Straight again.

    Weaving, counter hook.

    Hook again with a one-two upper.

    Take a step back, approach with a jab again, and then double hook.

    The left arm moved as if swinging a piece of wood, without any sense that it was already there.

    However, there was no more pain.

    Complete immersion in the fight.

    The action of adrenaline and mental strength made me forget almost everything.

    Even the pain in your body, even the message your lungs are screaming about due to lack of oxygen.

    The repeated blows continued while maintaining body pressure without breathing.

    ‘Please… fall down…!’

    His fist, which felt like a drizzle, became increasingly painful.

    At that moment, Mark remembered what his friends had said the other day.

    -We met a monster.

    Even if you hit it, it won’t fall down, and if you get hit, you will feel pain.

    An emotion that his counterpart must always have felt.

    The drizzle turned into heavy rain and then into hail.

    The fists hitting my body and face… now felt like a meteor shower.

    The flailing arm seemed submerged in water and did not listen to words.

    The legs were heavy as if they were made of cast iron.

    My breath rose to my chin,

    It was also an unfamiliar feeling to have my consciousness become blurred like this.

    Trying to figure it out somehow, Mark instinctively fired his fist.

    Tiik, with the feeling of a fist grazing Choi Do-hyun’s face.

    Kwaaang!

    A massive impact hit my chin from below.

    A massive shock, as if struck by lightning.

    I felt my face tilt towards the ceiling, and then my body collapse backwards.

    The back of my head hit the ground and I lost consciousness.

    My legs straighten and my toes curl.

    faint.

    He gathered all kinds of advantageous elements, exploited every minor weakness of his opponent, and maximized his own strengths.

    It was the moment when months of design paid off.

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