A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 13

The Martial Surgeon – Episode 13

Chapter 3: At School (3)

The homeroom teacher’s closing remarks ended.

Classmates rose from their seats, chattering noisily.

“If you even think about running, you’re dead, for real.”

Hyung-tae approached Jun-hoo, spat out the threat, and left the classroom with his gang.

It seemed he hadn’t learned his lesson from earlier.

Hyung-tae’s intentions were obvious.

He probably believed he couldn’t lose if he fought with his cronies.

But it was only a matter of time before that belief shattered.

Surprisingly, Jun-hoo wasn’t the Jun-hoo Hyung-tae used to know.

Jun-hoo also got up from his seat.

He intended to release all the pent-up resentment from being bullied on the rooftop today.

The thought of a martial arts expert bullying the weak didn’t even cross his mind.

Jun-hoo was merely punishing the wicked.

He was just planning to return what he had received.

“Joo… Jun-hoo. Don’t go.”

Young-ho suddenly blocked Jun-hoo’s path.

“I know you’ve gotten a lot stronger, but you still can’t take on Hyung-tae’s gang alone.”

“Thanks for your concern, but I’m okay.”

“You don’t look okay at all.”

Young-ho rattled on.

Even in this situation, Young-ho was the only one worried about Jun-hoo.

What a loyal friend.

“Should I call the teacher? Then it would be proven that Hyung-tae’s gang bullied you.”

“That won’t work.”

“Why?”

“Because the ones who should be getting beat up are Hyung-tae and his goons. Please, just trust me and watch.”

Jun-hoo lightly tapped Young-ho’s shoulder and brushed past him.

Then, he headed straight up to the rooftop.

Standing in front of the entrance, he expanded his senses and felt a presence.

One person next to the door.

One person in the vent above the entrance.

It seemed they were planning to ambush Jun-hoo as soon as he entered the rooftop.

These trashy bastards.

Jun-hoo’s brow furrowed.

Hyung-tae’s gang wasn’t just ordinary teenagers.

They were devils in teenagers’ clothing.

To use such vicious methods already.

If they were in the Murim [martial arts world], they would definitely belong to the Demonic Sect [a villainous faction known for ruthless tactics].

I’ll take this opportunity to eradicate the roots of evil.

Having made up his mind, Jun-hoo forcefully flung the door open.

Thump!

“Aaaagh! My nose!”

The guys hiding behind the door screamed in agony.

Whoosh.

The guy waiting in the vent on the second floor flew towards Jun-hoo.

He unleashed a flying kick in mid-air.

Jun-hoo dodged it by leaning his body to the side without even looking, as the trajectory was drawn in his head.

“H… How? He dodged that?”

The guy who landed on the ground was shocked.

It wasn’t like Jun-hoo had eyes on the back of his head, but he had dodged the surprise attack.

“You guys, I enjoyed the talent show.”

Jun-hoo struck the guy who ambushed from the second floor in the abdomen with a fist.

The guy’s body floated in the air before falling to the rooftop floor.

He put his hand on his back and writhed like a worm, as if his back hurt.

You reap what you sow.

Jun-hoo also punched the guy behind the door in the face.

A nosebleed gushed out.

After subduing two people in an instant, Jun-hoo charged towards Hyung-tae, who was standing in front of the railing.

Three bullies were blocking Hyung-tae’s path.

Perhaps it was because the gang was taken down so quickly.

Everyone looked visibly intimidated.

As the distance closed, their eyes shook with 불안하게 [unease].

“You morons! Don’t just freeze, beat him up!”

“O… Okay.”

“Yeah. Surely we can’t lose if three of us attack at once, right?”

Pushed by Hyung-tae’s orders, the three bullies rushed in.

The bullies threw punches and kicks from the front and sides, but Jun-hoo dodged them as lightly as a feather.

Jun-hoo had fought life-and-death battles with martial artists who used internal energy.

The clumsy punches and kicks of these rookies were not even a speck of threat.

“Are you guys doing 달밤의 체조 [midnight exercises]? You’ve just been flailing around since earlier.”

“You little punk?”

A large bully charged fiercely. He abruptly grabbed Jun-hoo by the collar, trying to lift him into the air.

But Jun-hoo was as heavy as an iron lump and didn’t budge.

It was because he had increased the weight of his body using the 천근추 [Thousand-Kilogram Drop] technique.

“Damn it, why can’t I lift him?”

The large bully said, groaning with a red face.

“I can hear it?”

“Hear what?”

“Your screams.”

Jun-hoo struck the large bully’s chin with his palm with moderate force.

The giant, who must have weighed 90 kilograms, floated into the air before falling to the floor with a thud.

Swish, swish, swish.

Stepping on 청풍보 [Azure Wind Steps], Jun-hoo approached the remaining two bullies like lightning.

He grabbed the bullies’ heads with both hands and slammed their heads together as if hitting cymbals.

Bang!

“Kuaaaagh!”

The two bullies’ foreheads collided with each other.

The screams and impact echoed clearly.

Now, the only one left among Hyung-tae’s gang was the leader, Hyung-tae.

Hyung-tae seemed quite flustered as his henchmen were taken down all at once.

This wasn’t the picture he wanted, nor could he have imagined it.

“You, damn it, are you really Seo Jun-hoo that I know?”

Hyung-tae managed to say with difficulty.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened on the rooftop.

“I guess so.”

“Hey, let’s resolve our past misunderstandings amicably. I’m really sorry for bullying you. But it was also a kind of attention. I was jealous because you’re good-looking.”

Misunderstandings?

Attention?

Jun-hoo smiled coldly at Hyung-tae’s ridiculous excuses.

What a coward.

Now that he was about to get beaten, he was making excuses and begging for forgiveness?

Hyung-tae was trash that even the heavens couldn’t save.

“Since when did the great Kim Hyung-tae become so pathetic?”

“I don’t care if I’m pathetic. As long as I can resolve things with you.”

As Jun-hoo continued to approach Hyung-tae, the distance between them narrowed.

It was a distance where fists could fly.

‘You’re still filthy as ever. You bastard.’

Jun-hoo instantly noticed the murderous intent lurking in Hyung-tae’s eyes.

He also saw Hyung-tae’s hand going into his pants pocket.

“You son of a bitch, I got you!”

Just before Hyung-tae shouted and attacked.

Jun-hoo went behind Hyung-tae and twisted his right arm.

Snap.

Then, the knife that Hyung-tae was taking out of his pocket fell to the floor, making a metallic sound.

So, Hyung-tae was planning to make Jun-hoo lower his guard and then stab him with the knife.

A thought that a normal person could never have.

Hyung-tae was already no different from a little devil.

“Aaaagh! Let go! Let go, you son of a bitch!”

“If you insist.”

Jun-hoo kicked Hyung-tae in the back. Hyung-tae fell pathetically to the floor.

Perhaps because his face hit the ground first.

Hyung-tae’s nose was bleeding, and he had abrasions on his forehead and cheeks.

There wasn’t even a speck of pity because it was karma.

“Kim Hyung-tae. You’re the scum of the earth.”

* * *

After easily subduing Hyung-tae’s gang, Jun-hoo began a one-on-one conversation with Hyung-tae.

He had a lot to say and a lot he wanted to hear.

“Kim Hyung-tae, are you even human? How could you think of stabbing me with a knife?”

Jun-hoo clicked his tongue and asked.

Hyung-tae seemed to have crossed a line he couldn’t return from.

If Jun-hoo hadn’t experienced the Murim, he could have been seriously injured or killed by the knife.

That’s how dangerous Hyung-tae’s actions were.

“I… I wasn’t going to use it. I just brought it for intimidation…”

Bang!

Jun-hoo relentlessly struck Hyung-tae’s head.

“You crazy bastard. There’s a limit to everything.”

“Sorry. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t bullshit me. You’re a guy without a conscience. If you had a conscience, you wouldn’t have bullied me or thought of using a knife.”

Jun-hoo didn’t accept Hyung-tae’s apology.

Because he knew it wasn’t sincere.

Because he knew it was simply to get out of this situation.

If this were the Murim, Jun-hoo might have killed Hyung-tae.

Because he had seen too many times how much of a negative impact people like Hyung-tae had on society.

But Jun-hoo lived in modern times.

And Jun-hoo’s dream was to be a surgeon who saved people.

He couldn’t prescribe such an extreme remedy as murder.

“You’re under intensive management from now on. And if you act up again, I don’t know what will happen then.”

“Okay. I got it!”

“Are you getting angry at me now?”

“N… No, that’s not it. Don’t misunderstand.”

Hyung-tae smiled obsequiously.

Weak to the strong.

Strong to the weak.

Hyung-tae was a typical Demonic Sect trash.

Looking down at Hyung-tae’s miserable appearance, Jun-hoo was lost in thought for a moment.

What should I do from now on?

No matter how much he thought about it, there seemed to be no other way than to rehabilitate Hyung-tae.

Jun-hoo had quite a talent for rehabilitating 악인 [evil people], after all.

As for the rehabilitation method…

Of course, it was overwhelming domination using force.

악인 [Evil people] were like beasts and could not be disciplined.

He had to thoroughly trample the seeds of evil with the logic of power.

“It seems like the story is roughly over, so shall we start with the settlement?”

“Settlement?”

“First, bring 500,000 won [Korean currency, approximately $400 USD] by tomorrow.”

“F… Five hundred thousand won?”

Hyung-tae’s mouth dropped open.

“Isn’t that the money you’ve been borrowing from me? If you borrowed money, you have to pay it back, right? Don’t you think?”

Jun-hoo smiled coldly.

What made Hyung-tae 악질 [vile] was that he physically and psychologically 괴롭히고 [tormented] Jun-hoo and even extorted money.

The hardships Jun-hoo had gone through to give money to Hyung-tae were indescribable.

He couldn’t even use his allowance.

He had to lie to his parents and ask for 교제비 [pocket money/allowance].

Now, he had to take back what he had been deprived of.

“I don’t have money?”

“Why are you acting like that when you know so well? If you don’t have it, you have to make it. Isn’t that what you told me?”

A chilling smile hung on Jun-hoo’s lips.

“Why? Can’t you do it?”

“No. I’ll get it no matter what.”

Hyung-tae replied with a terrified expression.

“Of course, you have to come out like that. And next…”

Jun-hoo continued calmly.

The next settlement item was physical 괴롭힘 [torment].

Since entering high school, Jun-hoo had been beaten countless times by Hyung-tae.

So much so that Hyung-tae’s gang even called Jun-hoo a punching bag instead of his name.

There was no particular reason for Hyung-tae’s gang to hit Jun-hoo.

Because they were bored.

Because it was fun.

Because the weather wasn’t good today, etc.

They would attach ridiculous reasons and 폭행 [assault] Jun-hoo.

The misery Jun-hoo felt at that time was indescribable.

He even wanted to take his own life.

“You need to get hit a bit.”

“I’ve already been hit a lot?”

“Yeah. It’s not enough yet.”

Jun-hoo grabbed the back of Hyung-tae’s neck with one hand and flicked Hyung-tae’s forehead with the other.

Bang!

Bang!

Even though he was using his fingers, a powerful impact sound 터졌다 [erupted] as if he were using a fist.

Hyung-tae’s head moved each time he was flicked, but Jun-hoo fixed it with his hand.

“Aaaagh! Stop! Stop! My head is about to explode.”

Hyung-tae writhed in pain.

Hyung-tae’s forehead was already swollen and red, as if he had a bump.

“You’re exaggerating too much. Anyone would think I’m hitting you with a baseball bat?”

Jun-hoo suddenly stopped flicking and got up.

He had felt a presence 슬금슬금 [stealthily] approaching from behind.

As if they were the guys who hung out with Hyung-tae.

They still hadn’t come to their senses.

Thud!

Jun-hoo’s back kick 불을 뿜었다 [blazed].

“Cough!”

The bully who tried to 급습 [ambush] from behind was hit by the kick and fell out pathetically.

Jun-hoo crossed his arms and scanned the bullies who were 널브러져 [sprawled out].

“From now on, I’ll tell you a life lesson that you can’t learn in textbooks. Everyone, look forward to it.”

Dark clouds gathered on the faces of the bullies at Jun-hoo’s chilling declaration.

The bullies couldn’t know exactly what lesson Jun-hoo was going to teach them.

However, one thing was certain.

That the lesson would not be pleasant at all.