Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 208

[Referee urgently trying to stop]

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- "Huh? He lasted three rounds during the Olympics, though?"

- "This one’s confused about the stage."

- "I had a strong thought that I needed to control my power."

- "If that last uppercut landed, it could’ve been a real disaster."

[Kim Donghu’s Boxing Style, Analyzed after this Match]

- "What’s crazy is that he doesn’t generate power by hitting precisely."

- "He’s just using his strong punches, and the result is insane."

- "It’s hilarious when the haters say his stamina is a weakness, haha."

- "Anyone who lasted a full round against him without full doping is a joke, so what stamina is needed?"

ㄴ Real Fact: The opponent in the first round was genuinely gasping for air.

ㄴ The pressure Donghu puts on his opponents directly affects their stamina.

ㄴ He doesn’t let «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» them manage their stamina—his power exhausts them completely.

ㄴ Could he be a flawless player? Let’s think carefully.

ㄴ I agree.

ㄴ It could be different at the pro level, but at least he’s completely dominated the amateur level.

ㄴ Haha, what’s that about? There’s no one who made it to the pro level with results like this.

[The 4th round opponent is going to be a headache]

- "There should be something to analyze, but it ends too quickly."

ㄴ Wow, it ended way too fast... (X)

ㄴ If that’s how it ends, I could finish that fast too. (O)

ㄴ But honestly, his condition seems absolutely top-tier this time.

ㄴ It’s not just his face glowing, it feels like his entire body is radiating light.

According to a post on the community, the Kazakhstan boxer Erzan, who will meet Kim Donghu in the semi-finals, was feeling a subtle tension.

"It looks like there’s now an insurmountable wall in amateur heavyweight boxing."

"But you’re not going to run away, are you?"

"Of course not. We’ll either beat him or go pro and call him out."

Kim Donghu: The sudden monster newcomer in the 2016 Rio Olympics.

About 4 minutes. That’s the time it took him to claim the heavyweight throne.

"Normally, the Asian games are split between Uzbekistan and us."

"It’s fine, anyway, I won’t care about whether it’s silver or bronze."

Erzan’s coach’s words made him nod bitterly. In amateur boxing, there’s no third-place match.

If you lose in the semi-finals, a bronze medal is automatically confirmed.

"If you avoid Donghu, it’s silver, if not, bronze. Everyone knows that."

This isn’t an excuse. Articles supporting this idea had been consistently published.

Some even claimed that the bronze medal earned by fighting Donghu was the real one.

"No, that’s not it."

"Huh?"

"Medals don’t matter. This is just a stage to prove myself."

Erzan was confirming whether he could stay in the heavyweight division and whether he was ready to go pro.

With that, Erzan prepared with everything he had for the upcoming August 29th Asian Games boxing semi-finals.

Ding!

The bell signaling the start of the round rang.

'Heh, here I go!'

Immediately, Erzan shifted gears.

Since he probably wouldn’t last long, he decided to change his strategy.

'From the start, I’m going full contact and pushing forward.'

By keeping close, he believed there was a chance for a possible variable.

He got in close and subtly leaned forward, signaling a jab.

Swish!

In response, Donghu’s fist flew toward him.

'Gotcha!'

Erzan didn’t know what Donghu’s plan was, but the moment he saw the punch coming, he turned his head and swung his rear hand, attempting a hidden counter.

Bang!

"Ugh!"

Donghu’s punch angled mid-swing and hit Erzan square on the chin.

Erzan had promised himself and his coach that if he got hit cleanly, he’d back off.

'I need to avoid it, no matter what follow-up comes!'

His first instinct was to pull back, but it was too late.

The moment the clean punch landed, Donghu’s rear hand was already coming.

Shoulder roll? Guard?

Erzan had no time to think as the chaos in his head demanded an immediate response. His years of training kicked in.

Boom!

Erzan took the blow to his chin but wasn’t ready to give up. His body instinctively curled up, blocking the following punch with his arm.

No, to be more precise...

'It feels like a hammer coming down on me.'

The damage to his right arm from the punch was enormous.

With that blow, Erzan knew his right arm was severely compromised.

He now had to rely on his left arm to finish it off.

Next round? Not a chance.

'I’ll hit him right—right on the chin!'

That thought drove him to straighten up and prepare for the next move.

Bang!

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Just as Erzan positioned himself, Donghu’s punch slammed into his abdomen.

The boxer’s most well-conditioned part—his core.

"Ugh...!"

Erzan’s well-trained abdomen, designed to absorb shocks, broke under the punch.

His internal organs twisted, sending shockwaves throughout his body.

The brain, already shaken from earlier, took another blow.

"Ugh...!"

He crumpled to the ground.

1 minute and 2 seconds into round 1.

The match that had felt like an eternity was finally over.

***

The moment the Asian Games heavyweight semi-final match ended.

"...Aaaah!"

Thud.

Berry Lad Ice, the producer of Tarzan, knelt in the stands, watching the scene.

What an image of strength and primal energy.

This was Tarzan incarnate. It was hard to imagine anyone else playing the role of Tarzan now.

'Yeah, everyone's been shouting about diversity lately, but this is real diversity.'

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The push for diverse casting couldn't have been more fitting. And adding Kim Donghu to the mix would make it perfect.

"If only the musical could come together...!"

The moment was already awaited.

Thud.

"Wow... the strength of a true muse! It’s like a refined wildness!"

"Ha... how can something be this beautiful?"

"Truly, Louis Vuitton, it’s Louis Vuitton itself!"

Someone beside him knelt in the same way. A group of three, decked out in designer luxury from head to toe.

Berry Lad Ice didn’t know who they were, but it seemed a bit over the top.

'They don’t even have that deep a connection with Kim Donghu.'

But for Berry, who felt an inexplicable sense of superiority, it was a different story.

"The Owner of the Gold Already Decided? The King of Asia Takes His Step Toward Glory"

"A Rapid Generational Shift? The Successor of the King of Boxing, Kim Donghu"

"Relentless Calls for Withdrawal: 'Quit if You Don’t Want to Get Hurt'"

"Unexpected Netflix Rebound? Kim Donghu’s short film Knot Breaking Hits #1 Overseas!"

Reporters were quickly sending out articles.

Due to the boxing schedule, the final match was set for September 1st, giving the players a two-day break, which kept the excitement alive.

Meanwhile, Kim Donghu said to his team:

"...I really can’t do this anymore, it hurts."

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

"Bad habit, pretending you don’t know when you do."

Suddenly, a piece of clothing flew and hit him in the face.

The cloth fluttered down, completely covering his face.

"I never imagined you’d be this much of a beast."

Yerim’s words made Kim Donghu shrug.

"Isn’t this pretty normal?"

"...It’s nothing like what my friends have said, what’s normal about this?"

Yerim laughed incredulously and then snuggled into the blankets.

Her face was drained, though there was a strange glow to it, her body completely exhausted.

"Feels like a weekend couple. Meeting after so long and just clinging to each other..."

"Busy, that’s all."

"So when will we meet again after this?"

Kim Donghu paused at the sudden question, contemplating. He also glanced at Yerim’s face.

Her black bob cut and her face somehow reminded him of a cat. Sharp-looking, but with a soft, cat-like vibe.

"Maybe we’ll meet in Paris next?"

"Paris?"

"Yeah, we still have work to do."

"Right, of course."

She was now 22.

An age with so many possibilities.

This was the best path for now.

They both accepted it, and just as Kim Donghu prepared to leave for training, Yerim suddenly added:

"I’m getting married and having kids before I turn thirty."

Kim Donghu stopped dead in his tracks.

"Huh?"

"It’s my life plan, and of course, you’ll cooperate, right?"

Yerim pointed at his lower half with her finger and then casually placed it on her own body.

"I won’t start unless you’re ready to take responsibility."

"Impressive. So impressive it’s almost annoying."

"Then I’ll bring back a gold medal, manager."

With those words, Kim Donghu went off to train, while Yerim watched him with a satisfied smile.

"I won’t start unless you’re ready to take responsibility."

No matter how much he thought about it, Kim Donghu’s way of speaking felt unmistakably like him.

***

September 1st.

The day before the closing ceremony of the 2018 Jakarta-Palembang Asian Games.

Many finals were scheduled for the day, and broadcasters were coordinating their schedules accordingly.

"Kim Donghu’s match will end quickly, so it’s no problem—just broadcast it."

"Got it!"

"Other matches take about an hour, but not Donghu's!"

"Donghu’s will be over in five minutes! And that five minutes will all be highlights! Don’t miss it!"

"Yes!"

The broadcasters quickly settled on covering Kim Donghu’s match. While other finals were ongoing, they capitalized on the short, action-packed boxing match.

"Ah, it seems like the player introductions are done and the match will start right away."

"The atmosphere in the final is different! The crowd is roaring!"

"Professional fighters are here too! The Drake Gym is visible, where Kim Donghu trained!"

"And right as I’m speaking, the match is starting!"

Ding!

The boxing final began.

Everyone assumed Kim Donghu’s victory was a given.

Bang!

As the bell rang, Kim Donghu moved first.

But this time, his speed was beyond anything seen before.

"Wow! He’s fast! So fast!"

"He’s already inside?! It happened so quickly!!"

The commentators were excited, and even Murodov, his opponent, was just starting to react when—

It was like a cavalry charge with a lance.

Boom!

Kim Donghu’s punch pierced through Murodov’s guard and landed directly in his chest.

"An unexpected straight punch!"

"Oh, ohhh! Murodov’s feet are off the ground!"

In an instant, Murodov’s body flew into the air and crashed—

Boom.

He landed in the center of the ring, and the countdown began immediately.

"1! 2! 3!"

It happened just 3 seconds after the match began.