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In the early match, when Kim Donghu was just throwing jabs,

Baek Sang-ha, the coach, wondered if Donghu was just nervous.

‘This is so different from when we sparred before!’

Could it be that the opponent is so different that it’s causing such timid movements?

Kim Donghu was genuinely just throwing jabs.

Of course, that alone was enough to pressure his opponent and push him into a defensive stance.

‘Wait a second, is jabbing really enough?’

In that moment, Baek Sang-ha immediately understood why Donghu was operating the match this way.

Shin Ye-rim, who was watching the sparring, Kim San-soo, Donghu’s opponent,

Even the referee, Coach Geum-jin, couldn’t grasp why Donghu was behaving that way.

In a way, only Baek Sang-ha, who had watched Donghu for a long time, could arrive at that truth.

‘They probably think it’s because he’s young and inexperienced.’

But that wasn’t it.

‘He’s deliberately not going for a knockdown.’

There was intent behind it.

He was viciously wearing down his opponent by just jabbing,

Keeping hope alive until the end, only to watch them flail about, adopting a brutally cruel strategy.

That’s why it was jabs.

Straight punches, hooks, and uppercuts could knock someone down in an instant.

Only jabs could slowly kill the opponent, and that continued until just before the end of the first round.

Then, just before the round was set to finish,

Donghu deliberately gave his opponent a chance to counter, waiting for them to come in before timing a liver shot.

It was truly a design that reached the realm of art.

“…I’d love to chat more, but the situation doesn’t allow for it.”

Baek Sang-ha snapped out of his thoughts at Coach Geum-jin’s words.

‘Right, that’s true.’

This wasn’t the time to be savoring and admiring his disciple’s skills or replaying the match in his mind.

‘The atmosphere isn’t great.’

He’d love to watch the recorded footage right away, counting out compliments second by second,

But with his junior disciple already throwing up and wetting himself, it was clear that addressing the current situation had to take priority.

“It’s so rare for a middle school boy to so overwhelmingly beat a high schooler…”

Coach Geum-jin blurted out without knowing how to wrap up the situation.

“I mean, they must have realized there’s a skill gap, but for them to deliver this result? Makes me think there might be a bit of intent there…”

And within that, there was a hint of blame directed at Kim Donghu.

Even though it was sparring, his strikes felt excessive.

As he couldn’t quite say anything about that, Coach Baek decided to apologize first, and just then,

“That’s not true, the one who started it was that guy!”

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