Conquering Class 2 and 3

Although Ryongho didn't know the exact stats of the other class leaders, one thing was clear—Kim Myeongjoong was the weakest among them, judging by his pitiful aura.

"I'm in." Sim Sangbo said with a grin. He was a natural-born bully, treating his classmates like punching bags. He had been doing this since middle school.

He had trained in boxing before, but not for competition—he simply enjoyed hitting weaklings.

"Fuck it! Let's fight then!" Kim Myeongjoong shouted, charging at Ryongho without hesitation.

Manho, Jongmin, and Hojong instinctively moved to protect Ryongho, but before they could, he held them back.

"You guys stay out of this." Ryongho ordered. He didn't want them making excuses about an unfair fight.

Kim Myeongjoong wasted no time, throwing a wild right hook aimed at Ryongho's face. Ryongho barely moved, tilting his head just enough to let the punch pass harmlessly. Before Kim Myeongjoong could retract his arm, Ryongho fired a stiff jab straight into his nose.

"Ugh—!" Kim Myeongjoong recoiled, eyes watering from the sharp pain. He staggered back but quickly shook it off and lunged forward again, swinging wildly.

Ryongho weaved to the side, smoothly dodging a flurry of reckless punches. His footwork was precise, shifting from left to right like a veteran boxer evading an amateur.

Kim Myeongjoong gritted his teeth in frustration and threw a desperate front kick aimed at Ryongho's stomach. Ryongho twisted his body, barely avoiding it, then retaliated with a sharp front kick of his own.

"Gah—!"

Ryongho's foot slammed into Kim Myeongjoong's midsection, sending him stumbling back several steps. But even as he gasped for breath, Kim Myeongjoong refused to back down. He let out a roar and charged in again.

This time, he mixed in kicks and punches, hoping to break through Ryongho's defense. He swung with everything he had, but Ryongho simply bobbed and weaved through the attacks. His movements were calm, his breathing steady—every strike Kim Myeongjoong threw was easily avoided.

Kim Myeongjoong finally tried to land a last, reckless punch, but Ryongho saw it coming a mile away. He stepped in and delivered a crushing roundhouse kick.

WHAM!

Kim Myeongjoong barely had time to react before Ryongho's foot crashed into his torso.

"GAHH!"

Blood spurted from his mouth as he was sent flying, crashing into the ground in a crumpled heap. He didn't move.

Watching this, Sim Sangbo broke into a cold sweat. Despite his tough exterior, he had always feared being on the receiving end of a beating. That was precisely why he never competed in boxing tournaments.

But now, retreating wasn't an option. His pride wouldn't allow it.

With gritted teeth, he raised his fists. "You got lucky. That weakling was nothing. Try me!"

Ryongho didn't wait. He stepped forward, closing the distance in an instant.

"Shit!" Sim Sangbo cursed and immediately threw a sharp jab at Ryongho's face, using his superior reach. It was fast and precise—an experienced boxer's strike.

Ryongho parried it with his palm, deflecting the impact before countering with his own jab. It was lightning-fast.

POP!

Sim Sangbo's head snapped back, but he quickly recovered, stepping back to regain his range. He exhaled, shaking off the pain, and circled Ryongho, throwing out quick jabs to keep him at bay.

Ryongho calmly weaved under the attacks, reading his movements effortlessly. Sim Sangbo knew he couldn't let Ryongho close in—he needed to keep him at a distance.

He snapped out a one-two combination, but Ryongho blocked the first and dodged the second. Seeing an opening, Ryongho closed the gap in an instant, delivering a brutal knee strike to Sim Sangbo's stomach.

"URGHK—!"

Sim Sangbo gasped, the air knocked from his lungs. He stumbled back but quickly raised his guard. He threw a desperate counter right hook, but Ryongho ducked under it and immediately fired a front kick to his chest.

"GUH—!"

The impact sent Sim Sangbo skidding backward. He barely managed to stay on his feet, groaning in pain.

Desperate, he attempted one last gambit—he feinted with a jab and immediately lunged in with a powerful straight punch.

But Ryongho wasn't fooled. He dodged, spun, and executed a picture-perfect roundhouse kick.

CRACK!

The kick connected cleanly with Sim Sangbo's temple. His head snapped to the side, his body twisting before he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Instant knockout.

Ryongho cracked his neck as he looked down at his fallen opponents. With that, he had defeated both Class 2 and Class 3 leaders in one fell swoop, making him the undisputed leader of three classes.

"Wake them up." Ryongho ordered, glancing at Jongmin and Hojong.

Without hesitation, the two immediately ran toward Sim Sangbo and Kim Myeongjoong, slapping their faces to wake them up.

"Ugh…"

"Fuck, that hurts…"

Sim Sangbo and Kim Myeongjoong groaned as they regained consciousness, their bodies aching as if covered in bruises.

When they looked around, they saw Ryongho staring at them with cold, piercing eyes. A deep fear crept into their hearts.

They no longer dared to challenge him and quickly lowered their heads in submission.

"From now on, Class 2 and Class 3 will be under me. You two will serve as my executives and manage the classes." Ryongho said casually.

"O-Okay…" Sim Sangbo and Kim Myeongjoong responded in unison. They didn't dare refuse—rejecting him might mean another brutal beating.

Satisfied with their response, Ryongho turned and walked toward the rooftop door, preparing to leave.

"Good. Don't worry. As long as you don't try anything foolish, I'll lead you to glory." He said as he stepped away.

Today would be a day that shook the entire first-year class—because in just one day, a single student had managed to rule over three classes.

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"Hey, what happened to Sim Sangbo?" a student from Class 3 muttered in a low voice to his friend. 

Sim Sangbo was the leader of their class. On the first day, he asserted his dominance by using some students as his personal punching bags. 

"You don't know? I heard he was called out by someone from Class 1 and came back with a beaten face." his friend replied. 

"You mean our class is now under Class 1's control?" 

"Probably." 

The two exchanged glances before shifting their eyes to Sim Sangbo, who was writhing in pain while his only friend from middle school treated his wounds with alcohol. 

"Sangbo, did you really lose that miserably? Should we take revenge?" his friend asked while tending to him. 

Hearing that, Sim Sangbo recalled how he had been ruthlessly beaten on the rooftop. A shiver ran down his spine, and the hair on his body stood on end. 

He didn't dare think about revenge. 

"Fuck. You have no idea how strong he is. Forget about revenge—do you hear me?" Sim Sangbo snapped, glaring at his friend. 

"Y-Yes…" His friend lowered his head. Even though they had been close since middle school, he knew that if he said something stupid, Sim Sangbo wouldn't hesitate to beat him up. 

"Maybe this will be good for us too. Let's just wait and see." Sim Sangbo muttered, resigning himself to his fate.

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Class 1-6.

"Wonwoong, what do you think? I heard the leader of Class 1 defeated the leaders of Classes 2 and 3 together. They came back from the rooftop covered in bruises." Yoo Jiseok, the leader of Class 5, asked Kim Wonwoong, the leader of Class 6.

Kim Wonwoong and Yoo Jiseok were both quite handsome—good enough to be models. Kim Wonwoong came from a wealthy family and enjoyed playing auto-combat games, while Yoo Jiseok had broad shoulders and a well-built physique from years of wrestling training.

Beside them stood a beautiful young woman with a curvaceous figure, a striking face, and long, straight black hair. She crossed her arms, seemingly flaunting her presence. Her name was Baek Sooji—the most beautiful girl in the first year.

The three of them had been friends since middle school.

Baek Sooji's background was arguably the most impressive among all the students. Her older brother was Baek Soohyeok, the leader of the third years—the undisputed overlord of the school.

"Jiseok, do you know why auto-combat games are so popular these days?" Kim Wonwoong asked, glancing at Yoo Jiseok.

"Because we don't need to use our hands." He continued with a slight grin before shifting his gaze toward a slightly overweight figure standing not far from them.