Tagukwon is pretty intense. My fists flew and hit every part of the bastard that he didn't need to just barely live. I have to say that each and every hit was amazing, almost like a work of art in fact. And there really was no bruising. The guy who taught me truly was a great friend.
After about five minutes, the bastard was out cold. To be honest, if my fists hadn't been so strong, I could have hit him for longer, but I guess all the fat made my hands stronger than I thought.
"Uh..."
Chun-ah gathered up his strength and tried to get up. I gave him another kick.
Thud!
He fell to the ground again.
"Are you hibernating or something? Get up!"
I wasn't done with him yet as I still hadn't released all my stress. But this bastard continued to play dead.
"I know you're still breathing. Get up."
Even with that, the bastard still refused to get up.
I stepped on the guy's hand with my foot and pressed down. That woke him up.
"Aaaaaah!!!"