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"What the hell?" Gongseob muttered, scrunching his face in confusion. He had just come back from spending some quality time with a few local beauties, only to find three men staring him down like he'd committed a crime.
So... wannabes who think they can challenge my throne, he thought, sizing them up. It wasn't the first time. He had already beaten down countless guys like them—those who thought they had what it took to be king.
Gongseob smirked. "You wanna fight me?" He pointed at them. "All three of you, huh? Bring it on."
He raised his fists, muscles tensing with anticipation, ready to take on all three at once. But before he could step forward, the black-eyed man in front blocked his path.
"Not here," the man said firmly, his tone devoid of emotion—but deadly serious.
Something about the way he said it made Gongseob gulp subconsciously. His instincts screamed that this guy wasn't bluffing. Glancing around, he noticed a small crowd forming—eyes watching, people eager for a show.
He clicked his tongue. "Tch. Fine. Follow me."
All four of them walked off together. Gongseob led the way—straight to the mountain.
It's quiet there. Solitary. No one to interfere. And once I beat them, I can just snatch their stuff, he thought, grinning as he saw them following without hesitation.
When they reached the base of the mountain, Gongseob turned and faced them seriously. "Nobody here. No excuses. Come on then—three against one. Let's fight."
He settled into his boxing stance, proud and confident. It was a stance he had perfected over the years. He wasn't just good—he was untouchable.
Subconsciously, he stuck his tongue out in anticipation. So… who's gonna make the first move?
Apollo sighed as he watched Gongseob take his stance. Outboxer, he thought immediately.
Raising a hand, he scoffed, "We're not fighting you together, dumbass." He glanced back at his companions. "Let me handle this."
But before he could step forward, Taesoo stopped him. "You told me we were here to fight. He's strong. I'll handle this."
Taesoo Ma had rarely encountered people who could even come close to matching him in strength. Apollo had been one of the few, back at the arcade—and now he'd seen the King of Seoul in the flesh. It opened his eyes.
There were others out there. Strong ones. Powerful ones.
And that excited him.
He smirked, walking forward toward Gongseob. I'm a man. And a man answers with his fists.
Gongseob didn't waste a second. The moment Taesoo stepped within striking distance, Gongseob vanished—blitzing forward, ready to land a devastating body shot.
Taesoo's eyes gleamed red as he raised his fist to counter, pure fury behind his movement.
Gongseob's eyes widened. The air itself seemed to split as Taesoo's punch approached, and he dodged purely on instinct.
Who are these people? he thought, unsettled. Are they… kings from other districts?
He looked at Taesoo again. No way he's not the leader. Strength like that? He has to be.
But Taesoo didn't slow down. He stepped in with a heavy hook, flinging it toward Gongseob's head.
Gongseob dodged, weaving with expert footwork, slipping around Taesoo and landing precise counter-shots. But the King of Ansan tanked the hits, pressing forward like a machine.
What Gongseob didn't realize—until too late—was that Taesoo had been herding him. Slowly, subtly, he was being pushed toward a tree.
After landing another solid strike, Gongseob scoffed internally. That's it? Just raw strength? If that's all he's got, this fight's mine.
But just as he prepped to dodge another attack, he felt bark against his back.
His eyes shot wide. A tree? Damn it—he trapped me!
Taesoo didn't waste the opportunity. He drove his fist toward Gongseob's solar plexus with a smirk. But at the last second, something made him hesitate for a micro-second.
Gongseob wasn't afraid.
He was smiling.
"Let me introduce you," Gongseob whispered, "to my Iron Fortress."
Taesoo's punch landed like a truck. Gongseob flew backward, smashing into the tree behind him. Wood splintered in every direction.
He's done, Taesoo thought, turning to walk toward Apollo.
"Oi," a voice called out behind him. "Stop running already."
Taesoo froze.
He turned slowly—and there Gongseob stood.
Barely bruised. Dusting himself off like nothing happened.
"What?" Gongseob chuckled. "First time seeing someone tank your punch? I'll admit, it stung a bit. You're the first to ever damage my Iron Fortress."
He cracked his neck. "Now I'll go serious."
And just like that, he vanished again.
Gongseob was a counterattacker—his strengths were speed, precision, and absurd durability. Before Taesoo could react, Gongseob had already landed a flurry of brutal hits across his body.
Apollo watched, stiffening. Gongseob was abusing his speed, turning Taesoo into a punching bag.
Of all the outcomes I expected… I didn't think I'd see Taesoo pushed around like this.
Of course, he knew why.
Every First Gen king had technique—but Taesoo? He had pure strength. And Gongseob was the perfect counter.
But even knowing that, Apollo thought, why did I send Taesoo in?
He smirked as he saw the blood starting to pour from Taesoo's nose and mouth.
Because either you improve or you lose, Taesoo. Everyone talks about your conviction. Even in Lookism, James said you had the talent to beat him. I want to see that talent myself.
He didn't want just strength. He wanted to see the will to win.
"You're finished, man. Just give up," Gongseob said casually, preparing his final punch.
He weaved forward, slipping inside Taesoo's guard. This is it. Fight's over.
But when he looked up, expecting a defeated expression—
What he saw were eyes burning with bloodlust.
Taesoo didn't say a word.
He just threw his fist.
BOOM.
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