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The King of Incheon stared at Jichang Kwak in front of him, sizing him up from head to toe.
"You sure you're the King of Seoul? That guy looked way stronger," he said, recalling the sheer speed of the black-eyed man he'd encountered earlier.
It's a good thing that guy isn't the King of Seoul… Otherwise, I'd have packed my bags and dipped already.
Jichang narrowed his eyes. Someone was underestimating him—and he didn't like that one bit.
Jagyeon bounced lightly on his heels, testing his footing. In the blink of an eye, he was on Jichang, his leg snapping forward like an extension of his will.
Jagyeon Na was a practitioner of Takkyeon, an ancient Korean martial art—more akin to MMA than traditional Taekwondo.
There was a common misconception. People always assumed Taesoo had the raw power and Jagyeon had the speed. So why was it that Jichang Kwak was still considered stronger than all the kings?
Just as Jagyeon's kick came down on him, Jichang's hands slipped through the motion, redirecting the strike with surgical precision—nullifying it entirely.
His vacant left hand then shot forward, aiming straight for Jagyeon's face.
The King of Incheon barely had time to react. Instinctively, he raised his arms to guard.
BOOM.
Jagyeon's body tumbled across the ground. Pain throbbed through his arms. Looking down, he saw his left hand swelling through the sleeve of his jersey.
His eyes shifted back to Jichang Kwak, who stood calmly in business attire, hands in his pockets, expression cold.
No wonder he's the King of Seoul… this guy's a monster.
Jichang didn't press the attack. Instead, he muttered, "Apollo told me you were strong… but this is pathetic. Maybe he was wrong."
He wasn't trying to insult him. Jichang genuinely expected more. He had recently been sparring with Apollo—a fighter with a body that could endure punishment, adapt on the fly, and even copy techniques. Compared to that, this… felt lacking.
Jagyeon froze at the words. Am I… being underestimated? He knew Jichang was strong, sure. But to be looked down on?
That wasn't something Jagyeon could ignore.
He was a King. He bowed to no one—and sure as hell wouldn't let anyone walk over him.
Suddenly, Jagyeon vanished from view—then reappeared at Jichang's side.
Caught off-guard, Jichang barely had time to react before a kick smashed against his jaw.
"Urghh—!" he grunted, twisting in midair. Spinning with momentum, he aimed his signature hand blade directly at Jagyeon.
He still remembered how Apollo had used it—how the boy had taken everything Jichang had worked on and turned it into his own move. It was frustrating… but motivating. Ever since then, Jichang had been refining the technique.
He hadn't perfected it yet—but it was still plenty dangerous.
The hairs on Jagyeon's neck stood on end. What the hell is that move? He barely dodged as the hand blade came down like a guillotine.
CRACK.
The impact shattered the ground, fracturing concrete in a five-meter radius.
Jichang stood, glancing at his hand. It was stinging now.
Meanwhile…
From the sidelines, Gongseob Ji watched in disbelief. What Apollo had shown him earlier was already enough to shake his worldview.
But Jagyeon Na? His speed surpassed Gongseob's entirely.
His gaze shifted to the two monsters clashing before him. Watching Jichang's latest technique left him speechless.
What the hell was that crack? he thought. We're not Tekken characters!
The King of Seoul wasn't just strong.
He was something else entirely.
That realization dawned on both the King of Incheon and the King of Daegu.
The battle raged on.
Jagyeon threw everything he had at Jichang—joint locks, explosive kicks, precise strikes. But it was like fighting a phantom.
Jichang used nothing but his hand blades—yet he turned the entire match into a game of high-level chess. Subtle shifts in stance and angle cut off Jagyeon's optimal striking zones.
What that meant was simple: Jagyeon's striking range was being limited. That, in turn, made his movements predictable—and Jichang used it to his advantage.
While others played tag, Jichang Kwak played strategy.
Jagyeon gritted his teeth. His speed was clearly superior, but he could barely land anything meaningful. Most of his strikes were either dodged, redirected—or met thin air.
Minutes passed. Jagyeon was bleeding from multiple places now. Jichang, though clearly tired, was still standing strong—and largely unscathed.
They broke apart again, creating distance between them.
Jichang calmly adjusted his glasses. "I believe that's enough to settle this."
The unspoken message was clear: I've won. Don't make me put you down harder.
Jagyeon paused. Then straightened his back. "I admit it. You're stronger than me, King of Seoul… but that's only for now."
What Jichang didn't know was that Jagyeon had just started learning Takkyeon. His journey was only beginning. While two months was a long time for someone like Apollo, Jagyeon needed more. And he intended to keep going.
Jichang gave a nod. "Come find me when that time comes."
Jagyeon stepped forward, ready to say something—but the deafening roar of an engine interrupted him.
VROOOOM. VROOOOM.
A Porsche came screeching into the area, drifting across the field. It spun twice before coming to a smooth stop.
The doors burst open. Apollo and Taesoo stepped out, the doors slamming shut behind them.
Apollo smirked. "So... who won?"
Looked like they'd arrived just in time.
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