[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 130

[⚔️What the heck is this?]

[⚔️LOL, seriously, what is this?]

[⚔️Dang, Ga-eul is really a gangster?]

[Cha-ching!]

[Ariel Land sponsored 10,000 won.]

[I know this, Ga-eul is the youngest daughter of the gangster family.]

[⚔️Stop watching anime, man.]

[⚔️LOL, this is hilarious.]

“Don’t do stuff like this. I’m dying of embarrassment.”

Sweat poured down Mega Punch’s face as Man-wook’s underlings lined up in front of him.

Walking slowly through the crowd, I naturally reached Mega Punch’s side.

“What punch? Why did you call me here?”

“Uh, well…”

“Spit it out, kid. Speak clearly.”

Ignoring the stuttering guy, I looked around and saw tall buildings everywhere.

Unlike the well-paved roads, there wasn’t a single person around.

It seemed like an area in the final stages of development, with apartments clustered together.

“If you called me, say something.”

“…..”

[⚔️LOLOLOL]

[⚔️How is he supposed to talk? LOL]

[⚔️If he had nine lives, maybe he’d risk saying something once.]

The traffic light on the road wasn’t even on.

There’s no way there’s CCTV here.

“Did you glue your mouth shut? You called me here, so speak up.”

“…..”

[⚔️Mega Punch, fighting! Don’t open your mouth!]

[⚔️Don’t say a word!]

[⚔️LOLOLOL]

[⚔️If he opens his mouth, he’s dead for real.]

[⚔️Room master, I’m gonna change my underwear and come back.]

As time passed, Mega Punch’s face grew paler.

“Why isn’t this kid saying anything?”

[⚔️LOL, behind you.]

Glancing at my phone, I saw chats telling me to look behind me.

“Behind me? There’s nothing but kids.”

Turning around, all I saw were Man-wook’s underlings standing there.

[⚔️LOLOLOL]

[⚔️Dang, this place looks creepy as hell.]

When I turned back, Mega Punch was glancing behind me.

Now I noticed a tripod set up in the distance.

“Are you filming?”

“Are, are you Han Ga-eul? I heard you’ve been acting tough lately.”

“What are you talking about?”

Realizing they were filming, Mega Punch seemed to feel safer and finally started talking.

“If, if you’re so tough, then fight me.”

He sounded like a brat.

Fidgeting, Mega Punch finally made up his mind and rummaged through his pocket, handing me a piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

Unfolding the crumpled paper, it said “Agreement” at the top.

“Regarding injuries sustained during sparring… What nonsense. This isn’t valid, right?”

Hearing my words, Man-wook stepped forward, took the paper, and gestured behind him.

“Yes, boss.”

At Man-wook’s call, a sharp-looking friend approached.

The Man-wook family…

They all look like beasts, but this one seems like he’s from another world.

“Jina, take a look at this and explain it to sis.”

“Yes, brother.”

The eyes behind the glasses quickly scanned the text, and the friend called Jin turned to look at me.

“Room… no, sis. This kind of subsidiary agreement has almost no legal effect. Especially for assault charges, it’s not something an individual can judge; it falls under the jurisdiction of criminal authorities, so it’s even more meaningless.”

“Really?”

“Yes. But it could still be considered for sentencing.”

As he recited the explanation with his big glasses shining, I couldn’t understand why such a person was here.

“What’s your name?”

“Heo Jin, sis.”

“Why are you in this den of beasts?”

“People think light is above darkness, but darkness is above light. You can rise even higher than them.”

“Stop watching anime.”

“Yep.”

Heo Jin, who had been smiling awkwardly, took a few steps back.

“I’ll sign it.”

Click.

Man-wook, who was next to me, opened the cap of what looked like an expensive fountain pen and handed it over.

He must have read the disbelief in my eyes because he gave a sly smile.

“These days, even guys like us have to be smart to survive.”

“Damn it.”

When I pressed the fountain pen Man-wook handed me onto the paper, it squeaked and the tip spread out.

“Sis, you don’t need to press so hard with a fountain pen.”

“Like this?”

“You need to tilt it a bit more.”

“Ugh.”

As I tried to write my name, the paper squeaked and got crumpled.

I heard some grumbling, followed by laughter.

“Why use something so inconvenient?”

“It’s romantic, isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

I roughly scribbled my name on the paper and handed it to Mega Punch, who carefully took it.

“So, wanna have a match?”

“It’s one-on-one. If you can’t handle it, send someone else.”

He’s big and seems to work out regularly, with a muscular build.

Viewers say his main content is gathering guys like him for sparring, so he must be confident in one-on-one fights.

“Man-wook?”

“Yes, sis.”

At my call, Man-wook waved his hand behind him again.

“Eek!!”

“Why, you little punk. Why!”

I think I picked on someone who’s already in pain.

The day already feels too short, and now all these weirdos are showing up.

“Filming! We’re filming!”

“What do you want me to do, punk? Show me the gym. We’re not doing this outside.”

Man-wook gave me a look as if asking what to do, so I shook my head.

“Hurry up, I’m busy.”

Mega Punch ran off as if he’d seen a ghost.

The gym he led us to was bleak, untouched by renovation.

It was a gym used as a hideout in a building that was still unsold and completely empty.

Still, the equipment…

The village seems to have spent quite a bit of money; it looks expensive.

“Oh, it’s my first time coming to the gym.”

[⚔️Let’s try that]

[⚔️Sandbags are heavier than most people think, so beginners can easily hurt their wrists if they just hit them]

“Sandbag?”

Seeing it in person, it’s incredibly huge.

While I was lightly tapping the sandbag, Man-wook approached and pushed the sandbag I was touching with his fist.

“Miss, this one seems to be filled with sawdust and sand, not cloth. It’s for intermediate to advanced users, so if you don’t hit it properly, you’ll get hurt.”

“Do you work out too?”

“Of course.”

Well, if he weren’t Hercules’ son, he wouldn’t have a body like that without working out.

Looking at Man-wook’s body, I straighten my shoulders with effort.

“Miss, I’ll give it a try.”

“Alright, show me.”

Man-wook takes off his suit jacket, unbuttons one shirt button, and stands in front of the sandbag.

“Punches are all about the legs and core strength.”

As expected of guys who love working out, he seems really excited now that we’re in the gym.

“Boxing is simpler than you think. Use the jab to control and gauge distance at the same time… Straight!”

—Bang!

A satisfying sound echoes refreshingly.

He hits the sandbag without even wrapping his hands, as if he’s not afraid of his skin peeling off.

—Bang! Wham!

“Phew! Feels good to hit it after so long.”

“Wow, that’s cool!”

“Ha.”

He scratches his head, seemingly embarrassed by the compliment.

“I want to try too.”

“Should I correct your stance?”

“I’m better at kicking.”

“Uh. Miss, kicks are harder to control because of the weight behind them. So kicking the sandbag is more dangerous than punching.”

“No, I’m good. Hold Baekseol for me.”

I grab Baekseol, who was rolling around above my head, and hand her to Man-wook, who carefully takes her.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I lightly move my legs, stepping in rhythm.

This is how you get the rhythm into your body.

Planting foot.

Rotation.

Twisting my body while shifting my weight to the tip of my foot.

Ding!

[Heavy Hit imbued in the strike]

〔Spinning Kick〕

In an instant, the sandbag in front of me blurs, overlapping with the wooden doll I used to excitedly hit.

—Kwaaaaang!!

The sandbag explodes as if hit by a cannonball on its side.

The sawdust and sand inside the sandbag scatter all over the gym.

Everything is hazy.

“Oops. I messed up the strength control.”

The gathered Man-wook family and Mega Punch’s mouths are wide open.

They might get sand in their mouths at this rate.

[⚔️?????]

[⚔️What? Is this CGI?]

[⚔️Lolololol, is this Bollywood?]

[⚔️I’m speechless lolololol]

“Man-wook, I did well, right?”

“·····Yes.”

“Want me to teach you how?”

“No····.”

The sand particles are coarse.

So maybe that’s why it sinks so quickly.

Meanwhile, Mega Punch was just staring at me blankly.

“Why are you the only one wearing gloves? Give me some too.”

“Uh, sure.”

When I spoke to him, he seemed to snap out of it a bit and tossed me a pair of gloves hanging nearby.

“Hey, bros. Han Ga-eul came all the way to the gym. Since she’s a woman, I’ll go easy on her. After this, I’ll teach those thugs in the back a lesson too. Don’t worry.”

He forces a smile in front of the tripod and continues the broadcast.

“No, that’s just an old second-hand sandbag. Does that even make sense? Ah, I’ll win. Did we really bet 1 million won?”

While Mega Punch was rambling on, I was putting on the gloves, and Man-wook approached.

“Big sis, let me tighten the straps for you.”

He quickly ties them up, showing off his dexterity.

For a troublemaker, he’s been annoyingly reliable since earlier, and now he even tied the straps neatly.

“Thanks.”

As I step into the ring, I finally notice the bloodstains on the floor.

Looks like they’ve been rolling around here a lot.

Mega Punch, who entered from the opposite side, is grinning at me.

Seems like he’s got some confidence too.

“I’ll go easy, so don’t worry. And you thugs in the back, watch out. If you mess around, my viewers will call the cops right away.”

“Ugh, you’re so pathetic I can’t even look. Our guys are just standing there, why are you freaking out, you idiot?”

“I don’t know how much you paid to gather these neighborhood punks, but I’m about to teach them a lesson.”

He keeps blabbering through his busted mouth, probably thinking the phone on the tripod will protect him.

There are two big things he’s mistaken about.

First, that phone won’t guarantee his safety.

And second…

Ding!

───

[Ma●●●●]

[Entry Level 2nd Stage]

◈Comprehensive Martial Arts

◈Basic Fist and Foot Techniques

◈Basic Footwork

◈Basic Lightness Skill

◈Basic Energy Control

[Growth Rate: 72%]

───

Martial arts are deeply ingrained in my bones.

Even though that weird skill is still pitch black, I’ve gained the insight to understand its function.

The Lightness Skill just makes my body lighter, and I can’t really tell what’s changed with Energy Control.

But at least my martial arts are top-notch.

─Clang!

While I was checking my skills, a loud bell rang.

“Is this starting?”

“Yes, big sis.”

Man-wook, standing next to me, nods vigorously.

“What rules should we go with? Just say it. Stand-up? MMA? Just boxing?”

“Whatever, you punk.”

Shoom!

As I stomp the ground, my sneakers screech, and my body lifts into the air.

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