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!
After returning to Korea, Yu Jung-ak was focusing on practice until his sparring partners were determined.
A series of self-directed training.
Yu Jung-ak was practicing southpaw style.
Papang!
A powerful hook following a smash jab.
Yu Jung-ak's southpaw style was improving, reinforcing its weak points. After finishing southpaw training in the morning, Yu Jung-ak had a meal and stood in front of a mirror on one side of the wall.
"Jung-ryong bro."
"What?"
"Help me draw this." There weren't many team members, so Oh Jung-ryong was leaning on a chair, fiddling with his smartphone.
"What is this?"
"It's to mark the switch step. I'll take the stance. Draw along my feet."
"Are you trying to properly learn the switch?"
"I'm giving it a try."
"That's so like you."
"Why?"