The sudden force of Cheong’s powerful punch struck deep into Seong-ha's solar plexus. His eyes widened, his breath stolen as he doubled over, the impact resonating through his body like a hammer hitting an anvil. He stumbled back, clutching his abdomen, his face a mix of shock and disbelief.

Cheong, standing tall and unperturbed, spoke with a calm voice, "A martial artist must always be ready for an opponent’s unexpected moves. Nature doesn’t wait for you to be prepared, and neither will your enemies."

Seong-ha’s face flushed as he struggled to compose himself, the sting of Cheong’s words cutting almost …