The crowd was alive with shouts, the narrow alley echoing with each thud of fist against flesh.Seojun’s shoulders rolled like a predator circling prey, his fists snapping out with frightening precision. Every jab, every hook—clean, efficient, merciless. He pressed forward, cutting off Joonwoo’s movement like he’d been boxing for years.Thud! A jab slammed into Joonwoo’s cheek.Crack! A hook to the ribs.Thump! Another cross drilled into his guard, forcing him back against the graffiti-smeared wall.Blood stung his lip as Joonwoo stumbled, barely keeping himself upright. His classmates gasped, whispers spreading like wildfire.“He’s done for…” someone muttered.“That’s Lee Seojun. Nobody survives once he gets serious.”Seojun didn’t even look winded. His voice was low, almost casual, as he swung another body shot that forced Joonwoo to double over.“Give up, transferee. You’ve got guts, but guts don’t win fights.”Joonwoo’s breath hitched, his vision swimming. His knees shook, but his
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