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Opening his eyes, Park Seung-yi caught a whiff of the antiseptic smell and looked around at the stark white walls. He felt a bit dizzy and heavy-headed, with a tingling sensation coursing through his body that he found oddly familiar.
However, as a martial artist with exceptional physical conditioning, he struggled for a moment before slowly propping himself up against the bed railing. His legs and lower body felt completely numb and devoid of sensation, and that familiar feeling intensified.
"Where am I? Is this a hospital?" he muttered, clutching his aching head. Why did he have to add an "again"?
Gradually, some scenes from before he lost consciousness began to surface in his hazy mind.
It seemed he had sought out the academic director of Yuying Middle School, trying to create an opportunity for himself to showcase his skills among the students.
Everything had gone smoothly; during the subsequent matches, he easily dealt with several overzealous young teachers.
Then, what happened next? Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through his head.
That's right! He had seen that figure he encountered in every dream!
Just thinking about it made him tremble with excitement on the hospital bed. He had seen him!
As long as he had seen him, the awaited outcome would follow—he chuckled darkly.
Although he couldn't recall the details of what happened afterward, a cruel smile crept onto his face. But then he furrowed his brow. It seemed like it all started at Yuying Middle School. Did he act impulsively and end up being caught by their security?
No! He distinctly remembered that the last time, that person had agreed to his terms.
That's right; he had offered the exact same conditions as in the previous Challenge Notice and learned from his mistakes. This time, he kept a considerable distance from him to ensure there was no chance of surprise attacks!
Yes, that fool had agreed under those terms, falling into his rhythm and accepting the match in front of everyone in the hall.
So much Nurturing. All my energy was focused on recovery and practice, and I felt absolutely perfect in that state. Even against a brown bear, I was confident I could take it down!
At that time, I had already planned to use my best condition and the most powerful, dazzling techniques to defeat that Despicable Person! I had to leave an indelible mark on them!
Just thinking about this filled me with strength, as if every cell in my body was trembling with excitement. I could only imagine the immense damage I had inflicted on my opponent, even after being hospitalized by the school security.
The thrill of revenge was cleansing my soul; as long as I achieved my goal, a few injuries were nothing.
Then, I comfortably leaned back on the bed and began to recall the details. This moment had to be firmly stored in my mind. Every time I thought of that lost explosive device, it would help me relax.
"Agreed? Great, great!" I initially thought the other party would refuse, but Park Seung-yi wore an ecstatic expression, fearing they might change their mind.
Nearby students displayed strange expressions; it seemed their relationship was not so simple.
"Come on, come on! Bet locked in! Xiao You pays ten to one, Coach Pu pays two to one." Huang Wei, this fellow, began to move around while several members of the FFF Group appeared from nowhere, following Huang Wei to start collecting money, drawing a crowd of onlookers and participants. Undoubtedly, everyone was betting against Coach Pu, though it was just a few bucks for fun.
Meanwhile, the director of education turned a blind eye as if he hadn't seen anything.
One person beside me scooped up a Challenge Notice and handed it to Yang Xiaoyou, quickly exiting the area to clear space for the duel between Park Seung-yi and Yang Xiaoyou.
"Tch, why so eager? I'm a student from Yuying Middle School. Am I someone who would ambush?" Seeing that even the Challenge Notice was delivered by someone else from a distance, Yang Xiaoyou rolled her eyes and began scanning the contents to avoid any loopholes or traps.
This time, the opponent clearly stated that the match could only begin once the referee signaled and that no other tools could be used—definitely a lesson learned.
"Hmph! Who are you? We both know that schemes can only succeed once. Now I'll show you what The Essence of Taekwondo is!" After Yang Xiaoyou finished reading the challenge notice and a middle-aged teacher in a Zhongshan Suit stepped in as a temporary referee signaling for them to start, Park Seung-yi grinned wickedly. He pivoted his foot and launched himself toward Yang Xiaoyou.
The force from his foot against the ground kicked up a slight cloud of dust around him; the visual effect was stunning!
His speed was enough to be described as lightning-fast; it seemed like anyone standing in front of him would be crushed!
Standing in front of him, the opponent's composure seemed to waver slightly; it was likely that they wouldn't even have the strength to retaliate.
Even Yang Xiaoyou was somewhat surprised. This fellow, despite having sustained such injuries, had not only maintained but seemingly increased his strength. He was indeed a peculiar individual, one who appeared to be approaching the threshold of power.
"This is the essence of our martial art!" Seeing the Despicable Person before him rendered motionless by intimidation, Park Seung-yi felt a surge of cruel pleasure.
Unlike other branches of Taekwondo, their style emphasized using energy to pressure opponents. When facing an adversary of lesser skill, unleashing their ultimate technique could momentarily deter the opponent. By harnessing energy at this stage, they could exert a certain level of force, allowing them enough time to concentrate all their strength into a final kick.
The ability to execute a charged attack that was typically difficult to perform in real combat naturally resulted in greater destructive power than simple, direct strikes.
This was still a school setting; after defeating his opponent, he couldn't pursue them further. This strike had to decisively end the confrontation while simultaneously showcasing the might of his style to all the students present.
"One rotation!" As he neared his target, Park Seung-yi leaped up with a maniacal grin, spinning in the air. The faster he spun, the more power he gathered, and with maximum force behind his final attack, its destructive capability would only increase. At this moment, he no longer cared about the consequences of severely injuring or even killing his opponent.
"Two rotations!" Even in previous uses of this technique, he had only dared to apply one rotation of power at most. But now, nothing could hold him back!
With tremendous forward momentum and the combined strength from his legs, waist, and body, when he planted one foot firmly on the ground again, the wooden floor cracked beneath him. His other leg shot out with a sound like tearing air as he unleashed all his force toward the detestable Despicable Person.
The powerful gust of wind caused students nearby to instinctively retreat, wincing as it stung their faces and forced them to squint.
At that moment, Park Seung-yi felt almost euphoric; this was his peak performance. Even his teacher would likely struggle to withstand such an attack.
However, just as this exhilaration began to surface, he was shocked to find that the target he expected to intimidate had vanished from sight.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a blurred figure appearing beside him. When he turned his head to look more closely, he realized that the insufferable fellow had somehow closed in on him as if teleporting right before his eyes.
At such close range, there was no way for him to land a kick.
Then came—
A knee strike.
A familiar wave of pain shot through him like lightning, clouding his vision until everything faded into darkness. In that fleeting moment before losing consciousness, he barely heard a voice say,
"Too slow."
"Ha ha ha, strange. It was supposed to be a good thing, so why am I having such a nightmare?" After another wave of sharp pain surged through his head, Park Seung-yi nervously chuckled to himself. It must be an illusion, definitely just an illusion. Perhaps he had been hit too hard by the security guards.
At that moment, it seemed his condition had attracted attention from outside, as the door to the hospital room swung open. A shadowy figure appeared in the doorway, obscured by the backlight, making it difficult to see their face.
However, judging by the attire, it was likely a doctor, and this doctor seemed somewhat familiar.
"Doctor, I..." Park Seung-yi stammered, feeling dry-mouthed and trembling as he recalled that painfully vivid 'illusion' in his mind.
"What a pity. The remaining one has already been removed," the doctor said after adjusting their glasses, and their words pierced through Park Seung-yi's heart like a sharp blade.
The echo of "removed, removed" reverberated in his ears, causing him to black out once more and collapse.
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