Chapter 210 – Chapter 210

To be Nayoung’s training partner, I took a deep breath while putting on the headgear and boxing gloves I bought straight from Japan.
Still, if you compare me to Hwang Bona-young, I might be at the level of a new chick.
In terms of absolute standards, I am now at a level where I can easily beat people who are boxing for fun in the gym.
No, conversely, those people couldn’t satisfy me.

‘Even that was just yesterday.’

To be honest, I thought I had already forgotten about the feeling of starvation at the time, but when I put on my headgear and boxing gloves and got on the ring, the feeling came back to life.

If it is Nayoung, can she fill that regret?
Of course it’s not possible, but he’ll beat me up like usual… Nevertheless, I was motivated to fight a little more than usual.

“Nayoung-ah, let’s do it seriously. I thought I’d consider hurting myself a little. Because oppa can cover that much.”

Far from being surprised at my words, Hwangbo and Nayoung did not show a bloody smile that was hard to see normally, and she happily nodded her head.

“Like.”
“…”

It’s creepy.
Hwang Bona-young, who was also on the ring, and Hwang Bo-na-young, who was boxing, were like other people. Coming on top of this, she actually becomes a ‘woman who likes to hit’.

“You’d better not think that I’ll just greet you forever.”
“I want to hit her brother as much as I want, at least in the ring.”

The two of us said one word, then clamped the mouthpiece in our mouths and looked at each other with sincere eyes. There was no need for a referee’s signal.
The moment our eyes met, Hwangbo and Nayoung were already leaning forward and moving forward. If you think of Hwang Bona-yeong as usual, you wonder if she can move forward because she is so bloody, but she was a king herself in the ring.
She couldn’t belittled because she was a woman.
No, her skills have already surpassed the limits of gender.
Above all, having sex with me repeatedly and being affected by God’s blessings even a little bit, I was getting surprisingly strong.

“Kikkikkik, kkiik!”

‘Jab!’

As always, the jab comes in with the speed and accuracy of a bullet that can stun opponents if it is not blocked.
The power that even a boxer could shake the brain with a single shot.
But I was confident that I could endure it.
No, conversely, if you can survive a light jab and hit her guard, that’s a huge advantage.
That’s it, the calculation is done.
By the way…

“Paaang!”

“… !”

‘Jab, right!’

Like a cannon exploding right in front of your eyes, a jab that comes in all the way is only pierced to the chin, but unlike the first preparation, your face is pushed back as if your neck is about to break back.
Not even anyone else but me!

‘Still, it’s not to the extent that I can’t stand it.’

Grinding my teeth more and sticking my head forward rather than being afraid, I minimized the destructive power by narrowing the distance as much as possible.

‘First of all, I have to hit the stomach and body to make them guard.’

I had to hit the guard unconditionally.
Only by accumulating damage above the guard could I slow down Hwang Bona-young, who anticipates all of the opponent’s attacks and counters with ridiculously fast steps.

‘If you hit a wide area forcibly, no matter how hard you are, you have no choice but to raise your guard…’

“Paaaaang! Paaang!」

“Kerbum… !”

[Mr. Hyunwoo!]

The mouthpiece I was holding in my mouth almost flew out in an instant. Even though she knew I was going to attack, Nayoung didn’t guard or dodge in the middle of it, but instead she threw a jab with her fist, determined to knock me out.
However, that jab is more stinging than most straights.
Even as her neck her snapped back, her arms her seemed to be lengthening, as if she would be knocked out by two consecutive jabs.

[Still, you endured!]

Right.
As long as I didn’t guard, as much as I’m getting into boxing! Now, there is no one-sided loss like the days when we didn’t know anything.

“… !”

As much as I had hit her chin with three jabs, I swung her right body blow toward Nayoung Hwangbo’s pierced belly her with her sincerity.

「Booooong!」

I can’t put in such a perfect and fast attack like Nayoung.
He wasn’t that talented.
All I believed in was my superficial physicality due to fraudulent ‘God’s blessing’.

It was also predicted that Hwang Bona-young would urgently guard.
My goal in the first place, as I said at the beginning, was to accumulate damage ‘on the guard’.

「Kikkik!」

With the feeling of firmly supporting her center of gravity with her left foot her, putting more and more power into her fists her with the power of turning her waist, and pushing her fists all the way to the inside while clenching them tightly.

「Puuuuuong!」
「Kikkik!」

“… !”

Floated
I saw Hwangbo and Nayoung, who was trying to block her right body blow her with my sincere heart, with a cross guard crossing her arms her, floating in her air.
Unbelievable destructive power in my opinion.
Ordinary people get flustered even if her hand her goes numb when she gets punched like this, but why does Hwangbo Nayoung in front of her use even the power to float in the air so that her movements her continue naturally?

「Kikigeek, Kikiik!」

The forward movement of the shift weight continues so smoothly that it is difficult to react… It was proof that I was perfectly controlling the recoil caused by my power.
The combination of an uppercut and a hook that pierces the blind spot of my field of vision so quickly that it is difficult to react at the same time.

[Mr. Hyunwoo! Hold on!]

It looks like it’s going to hurt, fuck.
No matter how many times I’ve said I hate being beaten, whenever I get on top of the ring, I’m playing the role of a punching bag.
However…

“Thump, pound, pound!”

Tension and excitement that could never be filled with people in the gym surrounded my body.
Above all, my fists now reach!

「Puuuuuong!」

Even if it means hitting ten times, even if it’s just hitting the top of the guard.
Even Hwang Bo-na-young, who had become stronger, still couldn’t break through my strength, but my fists were steadily pounding her guard her.

“…”

No matter how much Nayoung is a genius, she was fundamentally a woman.
Third time.
Her arms were shaking even though she said that she was perfectly destructive with her cross guard three times.
The moment I saw that and was about to run, Nayoung lifted her glove and covered my vision.

“Ooh, three minutes have passed…”
“Whoa, whoa…”

At that, I took out the mouthpiece and nodded.

“You have become very strong, brother. Now, in a real official match, even if it goes all the way to the third round, my brother will give it to me.”
“There is a physical difference in the first place.”
“Nevertheless… To be honest, I was a bit confident. I am confident that I can beat all men. It’s okay to say this with my own mouth, but I tend to see things that other people can’t see. He’s pretty talented.”
“Okay?”
“Yes, when I think this is the timing, I just feel like this. And if it’s pretty, everything fits, and it’s so neat, so when you go in, the other person picks and knocks down in most cases. But, there are things that only oppa can’t do.”

[Well, if it was an ordinary person, these are attacks that would have broken the jawbone right away. Even if it wasn’t for that, wouldn’t there be damage to the brain?]
[It is basic that God’s blessing always maintains the best body, and buffs are always given. Even the difference between the lower and intermediate levels is bigger than Hyunwoo thinks.]

I’m feeling it too.
When you’re at the lower ranks, you’re always in good shape, and you’re just a little bit supportive?
If it was just that… Intermediate is a bit like that.

Son of God?
Just like Jumong, who was born from an egg, he was able to demonstrate some of his powers outside of his humans who might have been glorified in myths or humans.
That’s why Hwang Bona-young is amazing and amazing.

At that age, it’s only natural that ordinary people can’t satisfy me.
Hwangbo and Nayoung are still overwhelming me in her ring.

“One minute is over, let’s go right up.”
“… Okay.”

Look at it now
It was really creepy to see Hwang Bo-na-young, with her bloody yet happy eyes her, who said calmly and climbed onto the ring, even though her arm her trembled less.

‘I’m excited, really…’

It was to the point where I really wanted to knock Nayoung down no matter what. Sometimes it’s thrilling to conquer a woman with such a spicy taste.

「Papapang, Papapang!」
「Puuuuu!」

Of course, it was still me who was beaten unilaterally…
Sparring with her was a lot of fun.

* * *

〈 Point of view of Yoon Hypothesis 〉

Don’t give a damn…
At first, they said it was sparring, so I wondered what they were talking about. Even with the Olympics ahead, there was nothing I couldn’t do. No, rather, there was a sparring schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays to always maintain a sense of real combat.

However, no one spa because it is so genuinely intense.

「Kikkigikkik, Kkiik!」
「Puuuuuong!」

The rope swayed and swayed.
It was a scene where Hwang Bona-young’s body was her, which blocked a body blow that seemed to explode from a cannon, was floating in the air and pushed away.

‘He said he was a normal person.’

No, the movement was right for ordinary people.
It was true that he could not dodge his fist properly, his steps his were sloppy, and his technique his was lacking in many ways.
He must have practiced just one punch, and that was just average.

It’s not that I’m good at it, it’s that it’s average.
However, every time the punch is stuck in the guard, the sound of the cannon bursting comes out.

What was even more surprising was Hwang Bona-young, who was sparring with a “Man” With such destructive power.

‘You’re a woman.’

「Kikiiik! Kiki!”
「Pat, Paang!」

By the way, how the hell does that kind of physicality come out? How are you able to move so quickly with that height?
It’s not just fast, where does such destructive power come from!

‘Why are you the only one living in a different world!’

Gaseol Yoon could not understand the existence of Hwang Bona-young.

‘At least you shouldn’t come out of Korea!’

If there is a player who can continue to be a topic of discussion in the history of women’s boxing, it should come from Germany, Argentina, or Mexico, where it is still maintained.
It was impossible for a child like him to come out of Korea, which is so poor that it is hard to even call it a niche market.

“Hoseol has good shoulders, so I think she would be perfect for boxing.”

At a young age when she was naive, she believed that word and she had been learning boxing since her third year of elementary school. But the older he got, the more he thought he had made the wrong choice.
The athlete’s life was completely different from what she had imagined, she was too harsh, and even the odds of success were low.
Still, she couldn’t give up halfway.
How much money did my parents pour into me to come this far, but how many times have I trained without any friends to come this far?
How many times have you cried under the pressure of winning even one medal?
But, what does this guy mean?

“Keheo-eok… !”

The guy who started boxing since his freshman year of high school, much later than himself, was showing absurd techniques to the extent that he could stand shoulder to shoulder with boxers he would know by name.

It wasn’t even just boxing.

“Whoa, you worked hard, oppa.”
“Nice… I’m not kidding. You get faster and faster during sparring.”
“Hehe, I don’t know either. What’s certain is, go with your brother, together with him, that… After doing it, I can feel it getting stronger and stronger.”
“Well, Nayoung has to shake her waist so hard.”
“Oh, brother!”
“Ah, how are you? My sister also told me not to be shy. Rather, is it true that Olympians are given condoms with the Olympic logo on them?”
“Ah yes… We are giving out 45 per person. It is said that they usually use it after the game. I don’t really have anything to use, hehe.”
“Well, our Nayoungie is unconditional, keuheum… Have you endured more than this?”
“Oh, oh, really… !”

As soon as the sparring is over, as if he has become a different person, as if he is trembling with pretense… Even in Korea, watching a guy in the top 0.01 percent of the world tremble with cute charms and having fun, anger bubbled up from within.

I feel like throwing away even the skipping rope I’m holding in my hand right now.

‘No, even if I do, I’ll only end up being a bad bitch.’

Ga-seol Yoon, biting his lip, quietly started filming Kim Hyun-woo and Hwang Bo-na-yeong laughing and chatting with a silent camera.
And while looking at the photos stored in the gallery, I smiled.