Location: Underground Boxing Ring
A thick tension hung in the air like smoke.
Spectators surrounded the ring in hushed excitement—gang members, students, even a few disguised adults who knew this wasn't just another fight.
In the center stood Seo Gunwoo, his bare fists wrapped tightly. No warm-up. No blinking.
On the other side—
Jang Hamin cracked his neck and slowly rotated his shoulders. His muscles were coiled, ready to explode.
> "One punch, huh?"
Hamin smirked.
"You'll need more than that."
> "I won't."
The bell rang.
Ding.
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Round One
0.3 seconds — Gunwoo moved.
His feet didn't make a sound.
He blurred forward, cutting the air like a bullet.
0.5 seconds — Hamin dodged left—
A punch grazed his cheek.
He couldn't even see the fist coming.
> Fast. No sound. No warning.
Gunwoo twisted, unleashing a lightning-fast uppercut to the ribs.
THUD.
Hamin stumbled backward, breath knocked out.
> "Not dead yet," Gunwoo whispered.
"You've got a body built for pain."
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Hamin's POV (Internal Monologue)
> He's clean. No wasted movement. Just like Daehyun said—
every strike's meant to end a life.
But something inside Hamin stirred.
His heartbeat slowed.
His vision sharpened.
And then…
His eyes burned faintly blue.
The system's voice echoed.
> [Suppressed Power Activated: Reflex Boost x1.2]
> Just enough…
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Round Two
Gunwoo attacked again. Right hook—ducked.
Left jab—deflected.
Hamin stepped inside the pocket and countered with a vicious elbow to the collarbone.
CRACK.
Gunwoo reeled—but didn't fall.
He grinned.
> "Good. Finally."
They clashed.
Gunwoo's fists met Hamin's blocks in rapid succession—
A storm of hits and parries, each blow fast enough to whistle.
SLAM!
Hamin landed a clean body punch. Gunwoo's back hit the ropes.
> "Still think one punch is enough?" Hamin asked, panting.
Gunwoo smiled wider.
> "No."
He stepped forward.
> "Now I need two."
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Final Panel:
Gunwoo launched a punch with every ounce of force he had.
Hamin's eyes snapped open—his fist met it mid-air.
BOOM.
The ring floor split beneath them.
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