The environment in the underground club was charged with tension. The crowd watched with excitement as Jeok Ryeong faced a new challenge, a fighter known for his extreme speed. This opponent was not only fast but also skilled at attacking and dodging, making him almost impossible to hit. Jeok, with his fluid fighting stance and fixed gaze, knew this fight would be different from any other.
The referee gave the signal, and in an instant, the opponent disappeared from Jeok's sight. Before he could react, the swift fighter was already in front of him, throwing a straight punch toward his face. Jeok managed to move to the side, but the opponent didn't give him time to recover. With a series of rapid combos, he struck Jeok's chest and liver, each impact leaving a mark of pain on Jeok's body.
The next attack was an upward kick that hit Jeok's chin, causing him to wobble. Grinding his teeth, Jeok tried to counterattack, but the opponent easily dodged his move and swept him, making him lose his balance. Before he could fall to the ground, the fast fighter delivered a straight knee to the chest, forcing Jeok to spit blood as he fell.
Jeok slowly got up, staggering but with a determined look. The opponent, confident, jeered at him. —Is that all you've got? —he said with an arrogant smile.
Jeok, wounded though he was, began to observe the opponent's patterns. Every quick movement had a rhythm, a sequence that, although difficult to follow, was not impossible to decipher. When the swift fighter prepared to launch another attack, Jeok was already ready.
The opponent appeared in front of him, preparing a direct strike. At that moment, Jeok grabbed him by the neck with his right hand, lifting him with strength. —STYLE RYEONG — Blade Strike —Jeok exclaimed, while attacking with his left hand.
The first blow, a powerful palm strike to the center of the chest, resonated strongly, leaving a deep mark on the opponent's skin and causing his torso to twist in pain. Air escaped from his lungs suddenly, and his face contracted in a grimace of suffering as his muscles tensed from the stabbing pain coursing through his body.
Immediately after, Jeok directed his hand toward the opponent's left shoulder, executing a precise and devastating strike that dislocated the joint with a dry cracking sound.
Finally, Jeok launched an upward strike aimed at the opponent's chin. The palm struck forcefully on the jaw, making the opponent shudder. A strand of blood escaped from his mouth, mixing with sweat. The force of the blow was so powerful that the fighter began to wobble backward, with glassy eyes and a pale face, about to fall unconscious from the impact.
Jeok saw the perfect opportunity and prepared to end the fight. —STYLE RYEONG — Caesar's Cargo —he shouted, rushing forward with both palms ready to strike.
However, the opponent, in a last effort, used the momentum of Jeok's attack to spin and deliver a kick that hit him directly. Jeok was sent flying, receiving significant damage as he fell to the ground.
Jeok got up staggering, his body on the verge of his limit. Before he could react, the opponent, desperate to finish the match, was already beside him, launching a straight punch toward his face. Jeok, knowing he couldn't waste more time, concentrated all his strength on one final move.
—STYLE RYEONG — Blade Strike —he shouted, clashing his palm against the opponent's fist.
The impact was devastating. The force of the Blade Strike broke the swift fighter's hand, who let out a scream of pain.
Jeok didn't stop. With a quick and decisive movement, he threw a hook with his right palm to the opponent's liver, followed by a cross with his left palm directly to the jaw. The punch to the stomach was so powerful that it made the fighter exhale all the air from his lungs, while the impact on the jaw sent him flying a few meters back, causing his head to hit the ground with a dull thud.
The opponent, disoriented and completely defeated, was unable to get up. The crowd erupted into shouts and applause, impressed by Jeok's ability to overcome such a formidable opponent.
Jeok, with heavy breathing and his body marked by blows, remained standing in the center of the ring. He had once again demonstrated the strength and adaptability of the Style Ryeong, facing a speedy fighter and coming out victorious. As he left the ring, with the crowd's cheers echoing in his ears, Jeok knew this fight was just another step on his path to perfection.
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The following days became a true hell for Jeok Ryeong. He was no longer facing individual opponents; now, he had to fight against five fighters simultaneously. Each of them seemed to possess skills bordering on the supernatural. They were more than mere adversaries; they were an impenetrable wall testing him in ways he had never imagined.
In each fight, Jeok was pushed to his limit. The Specter overwhelmed him with his speed, the Tide disoriented him with unpredictable movements, the Colossus attacked with overwhelming force, the Shadow surprised him from impossible angles, and the Constrictor trapped him in inescapable holds.
Although Jeok used his entire arsenal, from the Blade Strike to the Caesar's Cargo, and even his Spider Web stance, the battles always ended in defeat. Each blow he received, every fall to the ground, was a painful reminder that he was not yet strong enough to face such a formidable group.
The defeats began to pile up, leaving marks not only on his body but also on his pride. Jeok returned to his apartment battered, feeling the weight of his limitations. But instead of giving up, he used each defeat as a lesson.
"I can't win against them if I fight like before," he thought one night while looking at his Style Ryeong notebook. "I need something more. I need to adapt."
Jeok knew he had to improve his speed, endurance, and also his ability to anticipate movements. He began training differently, focusing on staying calm under pressure, dodging multiple attacks at once, and recovering energy faster. In the woods, he simulated fights with multiple targets, moving as if facing several enemies.
Although the days of defeats continued to weigh on him, Jeok refused to let them define him. In his mind, the words echoed loudly: "No matter how many times I fall. What matters is that I get up stronger."
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The constant defeats against the five rivals ignited a spark in Jeok Ryeong. He knew he had to develop something completely new if he wanted to surpass the challenge they represented. His individual attacks were effective, but against multiple opponents who surrounded him, he needed something else. It was during those nights of reflection that he started conceptualizing the evolution of the Caesar's Cargo, transforming it into a storm of quick and deadly movements.
For weeks, Jeok returned to the forest, his training ground, visualizing fights against multiple enemies. He began adjusting the base of the Caesar's Cargo, but this time not as a single explosive blow. Instead, he focused on generating a chain of rapid and alternating attacks with his palms, each aimed at critical points—torso to cut off breathing, shoulders to destabilize, and head to daze.
At first, the movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. However, with each session, he perfected the speed of his strikes. He also introduced a new element, using his shoulders as weapons to push back any opponent trying to block his advance. This allowed him to maintain his attack rhythm without being stopped.
Jeok knew he had to move fluidly to avoid being surrounded. He practiced quick torso turns and diagonal steps, constantly adjusting his direction while attacking imaginary targets, each movement chaining into the next. His goal was simple: to knock down all enemies without stopping, becoming an unstoppable storm.
Finally, after weeks of practice, he stood in front of several trees in the forest, visualizing his five rivals. With a war cry, he unleashed his new technique, knocking down each target one by one with rapid and devastating movements.
—"Now I'm ready" —he said aloud, exhaling deeply. This evolution was the key to facing the five.
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The day Jeok faced the five fighters again, the crowd in the underground club was more expectant than ever. No one could imagine that Jeok would be able to face them differently from previous encounters. However, Jeok was ready to prove that he was now stronger, faster, and more precise.
He adopted a stance with his feet slightly apart and bent, the weight perfectly distributed for quick changes of direction. His hands began to move in small, asymmetrical circles, with open palms, simulating the web of a spider web. His torso tilted slightly forward, moving smoothly side to side, while he observed the five fighters around him.
Min-jun, known as the Specter, was the first to attack, disappearing from view and appearing in front of Jeok with a strike aimed at his face. Jeok, using the fluid motion of his stance, dodged and launched a quick palm strike to the Specter's torso. The impact sounded like thunder, and the fighter was propelled backward, falling to the ground with a visible palm print on his chest.
Hyun-woo, known as the Tide, tried to take advantage of the opening, moving quickly and attacking from the side. Jeok spun himself, using the momentum to launch an upward strike with his left palm that directly impacted the Tide's head. The blow left him staggering, with another visible mark on his forehead.
The Colossus, named Dong Seo, advanced with brute force, trying to crush Jeok with a direct attack. However, Jeok intercepted with both palms, hitting the giant's shoulders simultaneously. The impact was devastating, destabilizing the Colossus and causing him to fall to his knees.
The Shadow, named Jae Hyun, tried to attack from a blind spot, as was his specialty. But Jeok, anticipating his move, swung diagonally and launched a cross punch with his right palm that hit his chin, knocking him down.
Finally, Hyeon Joon, known as the Constrictor, lunged to trap Jeok in his hold, but Jeok responded with a palm strike to his chest.
The impact was so powerful that the Constrictor was pushed several meters back, falling to the ground with Jeok's palm print clearly visible on his body.
The five fighters, though wounded and staggering, began to get up from the ground. Their bodies showed the devastating marks of Jeok Ryeong's palms, but their determination pushed them to continue. The crowd, which had remained silent upon seeing them defeated, now stirred with anticipation. No one knew what would happen next.
Jeok, with his fluid but firm stance, watched his opponents calmly. He knew this was the moment to end the fight decisively. As the five fighters prepared to attack once more, Jeok took a deep breath and focused all his energy. His muscles tightened, and his gaze burned with relentless intensity.
With a decisive step forward, Jeok exclaimed: —STYLE RYEONG — Caesar's Cargo.
In an instant, Jeok launched himself at the Specter, his first target. With an explosive movement, he struck the opponent's torso with his shoulder. The impact was so powerful that the Specter was propelled backward, falling unconscious with a mark on his shoulder from the blow.
Without stopping, Jeok turned toward the Tide, slipping into a diagonal step to adjust his position. With lethal precision, he launched a direct strike at the chin and then at the opponent's torso. The second impact knocked him out completely, leaving him unconscious on the ground.
The Colossus tried to resist, advancing toward Jeok with arms extended for a direct attack. But Jeok responded with a simultaneous strike on both shoulders, followed by a devastating impact on the chest. The force of the attack was enough to push the giant back until he fell to the ground, motionless.
The Shadow tried to surprise him from his blind spot, as always. But Jeok, anticipating the move, quickly turned and launched an upward palm strike that hit his head. The Shadow was disoriented before collapsing.
Finally, the Constrictor tried to trap Jeok in his last desperate attempt. However, Jeok used all the momentum accumulated in his technique to rush forward, impacting with both palms directly on the opponent's torso. The impact sent him several meters back as he let out blood and fell unconscious.
One by one, the five fighters fell to the ground, unable to get up. Jeok, now standing in the center of the ring, was breathing deeply while observing his defeated opponents. The marks of his palms on their bodies were visible from any point in the club, a clear sign of Jeok's explosive strength.
The crowd, after a few seconds of silence, erupted into shouts and applause. Jeok had not only defeated the five fighters but had done so in a way that seemed almost impossible. His technique, his strength, and his mastery.