Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 244

Sports.

It's not just about winning or losing.

"It has to be entertaining."

It should bring joy to the viewers.

As the first round ended and the one-minute break was given, I turned to Sangha, who had come to check on me as my second.

"By now, everyone must have at least eaten a drumstick, right?"

"Huh?"

Sangha immediately understood the point of my words and nodded.

"Yeah, they probably have."

While my second was checking on me, I kept my eyes on the opponent's side.

I didn't want to show even the slightest sign of exhaustion.

Edward’s seconds were blocking him with their bodies.

As I kept my gaze fixed on Edward—

"A manager this expensive is personally wiping you down, and you don’t even say thank you? Should I be offended or not?"

Yerim spoke teasingly while slowly wiping my body with a towel.

I told her she didn’t have to do it, but she insisted that once a manager, always a manager.

She even adjusted her schedule to be here.

"I wasn’t going to hire you because you were too expensive."

"Just try it. I’ll cry my eyes out and walk in a fashion show."

"My manager can’t be crying."

After sharing a brief conversation to relax my body—

"I want to create the ultimate image."

I reassessed the talent within me.

If I had to describe it, Muhammad Tyson.

Because I felt like I still hadn’t utilized this immense talent to its full 100%.

Sharper, more precise... more destructive.

I wanted to create an image no one else could ever reach.

That’s why I decided to embody Tarzan in this moment.

The primitive wild beast that Edward had been clamoring about.

A man who repeats cycles of violence, killing and being killed to survive in the wild.

"Yeah, I need to make him pay properly for disrespecting my family."

I needed to show him that kind of power.

***

Time rewound to the beginning of Round 2.

Ding!

As soon as the bell rang, Kim Donghu dropped his guard.

"What’s happening right now? What is going on?!"

"Donghu! Kim Donghu has lowered his guard!"

The commentators were openly expressing their confusion, hands clutching their heads.

Was this just for show? It didn’t make sense to think of it that way.

If it were before they had touched gloves, it might have been understandable.

But he had lowered his guard after they had already made contact and moved apart.

"Why did he drop his guard? Is he tired? No way, that’s definitely not the reason."

"I don’t know. Who are we to judge him?"

After watching the first round, the commentators had completely changed their assessment of Kim Donghu.

He was something beyond the existing [N O V E L I G H T] framework of boxing knowledge.

That’s why they were hesitant on what to say next.

As they speculated on what he might do next—

Step.

Step.

Step.

Kim Donghu approached Edward with no guard.

Not circling around carefully.

He just walked in a straight line, directly toward him.

"W-what is this?!"

"When have we ever seen something like this? A challenger walking toward the champion with no guard!"

"The champ! The champ is flustered!"

"A shocking twist in just three seconds after the round started! How will the champion react?!"

As the commentators said—

Edward couldn't grasp what was happening.

And then, after about a second,

"Is this guy insane? Did he just lose his mind all of a sudden?"

He had no idea what Donghu was planning.

But things wouldn’t go the way Donghu wanted.

Edward extended his fist.

A light left jab to test the waters.

"Let’s see how you react."

No guard meant the obvious target was the chin.

Calculating even for a counterattack, Edward launched the jab—

Boom!

Out of nowhere, Donghu’s uppercut shot up at an unbelievable angle, slamming into his chin.

Crack.

Edward’s head snapped back, his mouthpiece popping out and hitting the ground again.

And it didn’t end there.

Boom!

Bang!

Thud!

Kim Donghu’s signature combo exploded.

He dropped Edward back down with a body shot,

Shook his brain with a temple punch,

And just as he was about to finish with an uppercut—

Swoosh.

Donghu dove in deep, closing the distance completely.

Like a hunter delivering the perfect kill shot.

Boom!

Donghu’s left straight punch crashed into Edward’s chest.

Not just a hit—a full-powered impact.

Edward couldn’t withstand the shock, and his upper body slumped against the ring ropes.

His body swayed, teetering on the edge of falling over.

The referee rushed in, holding onto Edward to keep him from collapsing.

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Round 2.

7 seconds.

"Stop! Stop! The fight is over!"

A TKO was declared.

"...The referee has called an end to the match."

"Uh... Ah... So this was... no-guard... yeah..."

The commentators were at a loss for words, their tongues frozen.

They had been covering boxing for years, but they had never seen anything like this.

And the biggest issue? They hadn’t even properly seen the punch.

“...Uh, uh?”

“D-did he just go down? Is it over?”

The fastest, most destructive victory.

The broadcast screen showed Edward, covered in blood.

Everyone had expected Edward to win.

After all, he had always emphasized the gap between professional and amateur boxing.

‘But what the hell just happened?’

Why was Edward the one lying on the ground—

And Kim Donghu the one still standing?

While the entire audience was still reeling in shock,

the reporter hurriedly climbed into the ring.

It was time for the flower of victory—the post-match interview.

“That was a truly perfect victory! Destructive! Overwhelming! We have to hear your thoughts on this!”

The reporter, bursting with excitement, thrust the microphone toward Kim Donghu.

"First, I’d like to express my gratitude to my fans who supported me and to everyone around me who helped me be here today."

He started off with a cliché thank-you speech.

The reporter quickly moved on to the next question.

“In the second round, you fought with no guard. What was the reason for that?”

“Because I could.”

“If you were to predict your next opponent, who would it be?”

“Whoever watches this match and still has the courage to fight me.”

As the questions escalated—

“Lastly, do you have any words about your ambitions moving forward?”

A closing question.

"As the WBC Heavyweight Champion, I declare—

I will bring the remaining three organizations beneath my feet."

And with that, Kim Donghu dropped a bombshell.

“WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

The moment those words left his lips, the audience erupted in madness.

An insane ambition.

The interview should have ended there, but the reporter couldn’t hold back.

"Are you officially announcing your intention to unify all the boxing federations?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then what do you think is the most important thing needed for that?"

"A boxer who can actually last until the second round."

"...."

With that answer, the crowd’s cheers exploded even louder.

The shock was so intense that people's minds practically melted in excitement.

The interview ended immediately after.

Kim Donghu stepped down from the ring to head to the waiting room.

His fists still dripping with blood.

His wild, primal physique radiating heat as he passed through the crowd.

Journalists, their mouths agape, frantically snapped photos, trying to capture the moment.

"Tarzan! That was incredible! C-can you say something more?!"

A small child suddenly popped out from the crowd and called out to him.

Donghu patted the child’s head and looked straight at the cameras as he spoke.

"Modern boxers are weak."

At that moment, the headline was decided.

***

"Use every possible method to keep the ratings up! This is insane!"

"When are we airing the highlight reel? Donghu left already! Get your head in the game!"

Top Rank Promotions was scrambling to keep the unrelenting hype alive.

They immediately aired a slow-motion KO highlight, captured with high-speed cameras.

Though in reality, there was no need for editing.

Because the entire second round was a highlight.

The commentators, seeing that Donghu had left, picked up their microphones for the analysis.

"Alright, the fight replay is up! Let’s take a look!"

"As you can see, he approached without guard, closing the distance confidently...."

In the highlight footage, Edward appeared to be fully calculating every move.

As he extended his jab, he lowered his stance, preparing to slip in at any moment.

At the same time, tightening his guard to reinforce his defense.

But then—

Tap, tap, tap.

Donghu’s feet suddenly danced with lightning speed.

He leaned back slightly—

A sway that instantly brought to mind the greatest defensive boxers in history.

And the punch he had preemptively thrown, as if it had eyes,

slipped through the tiniest gap in Edward’s guard and drilled into his chin.

From that point onward, there was no need for analysis.

It was simply a symphony of destruction.

"Every single strike landed on a pressure point. There wasn’t a wasted punch."

"If you look closely, you can even see that his gloves got slightly torn from the impact!"

"Ah... You’re right. But really, his sense of balance is just unreal."

"Yeah, if you watch this part... He’s advancing while swaying—it just makes no sense!"

A balance that defied human limits.

The commentators couldn’t stop expressing their amazement at Kim Donghu.

Naturally, the online community was also going wild.

And at the same time—

A new debate had suddenly erupted on forums.

[I think Kim Donghu could have finished the fight in Round 1, but he deliberately dragged it out. What do you guys think?]

A heated discussion had begun over whether the KO was actually "Round 1" or "Round 2."

The controversy over Kim Donghu's KO timing had begun.