Yu Jung-ak, the wrestling prodigy of middle school, Emerges from four grueling years of mountain training with his father, His body honed to perfection, an ultimate fighting machine! But wait—what's this shocking news? "Wrestling struck from the Olympic roster?" As Yu Jung-ak's raw talent and chiseled physique ignite, The combat world trembles, anticipating the rise of a new fighting deity!
"Gil-su! Get out of there well! Take the steps!"
Jang Gil-su and Yu Jung-ak were sparring. But it wasn't ordinary sparring. Jang Gil-su could use all his techniques against Yu Jung-ak, but Yu Jung-ak could only grab and take down Jang Gil-su.
Jang Gil-su was pressuring with a stance very similar to Hiroshi's. He was throwing very shallow strikes and hitting and running, but Yu Jung-ak was catching and throwing him very well. Yoon Chang-seon was actually cheering for Jang Gil-su because Yu Jung-ak was doing too well.
"Watch out for the kick catch! Gil-su. That won't do. Your opponent is lightweight. A flyweight shouldn't be caught so easily!"
Yu Jung-ak caught Jang Gil-su's low kick and clung to him. Then he tripped Jang Gil-su, who had lost his balance, and threw him easily. Yu Jung-ak had long reach, so he could easily catch kicks just by lowering his arms a little.