Pressure and Technique

Jin faced Seo Mira, both standing in the training room. Jin, now a little stronger and faster thanks to the pill and intense training, started to attack non-stop.

Quick punches, low kicks, and sudden rushes — his speed surprising even himself.

Seo Mira, however, didn't lose her composure. She dodged each attack with precision, barely moving more than necessary. Jin was pressing hard, but she wasn't even touched.

— You're faster… but still too predictable. — she said calmly.

Jin gritted his teeth and increased the pace, his punches and kicks cutting through the air.

For a moment, Seo Mira narrowed her eyes.

— Enough. My turn.

In an instant, she stepped in, dodging a punch and countering with a swift Taekwondo kick to Jin's ribs. The blow made him stagger.

Before he could react, she unleashed a series of advanced strikes — boxing combinations to his guard and body, mixed with precise low kicks. Jin tried to hold his ground but started to falter.

Then came the Brazilian Kick.

A high, curved kick aiming for his shoulder. The impact was brutal, making Jin drop to one knee, his whole body shaking.

Most people would collapse completely, but Jin, using every ounce of strength he had left, slowly stood up, trembling.

Seo Mira raised an eyebrow.

— Hmph… persistent.

Before he could regain his stance, she swept his legs with a quick sweep, making Jin fall hard onto his back.

Without giving him time to react, Seo Mira pinned him down and locked in an armbar submission hold.

Jin struggled, but the pain was overwhelming.

— Agh… I… I give up! — he finally shouted.

Seo Mira released him and stood up, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow.

— You're tough, young master. But you still have a long way to go.