Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 136

'178 cm, 93 kg.'

Baek Sangha steadied his stance, recalling his height and weight.

Compared to Kim Donghu, he had about 7 kg on him.

In terms of weight class, they were two divisions apart.

And yet, he didn’t feel like he had the upper hand at all.

‘Looks like I’ve finally caught up to you... just a little.’

Baek Sangha’s eyes fixed on Kim Donghu’s frame.

It was a physique that seemed almost impossible for a normal human.

Long arms, long legs, and a short waist.

A sturdy build with proportions close to perfection.

Large hands supported by thick, solid wrists.

If someone maxed out their genetic gifts,

would this be the result?

While thinking that, Baek Sangha kept moving.

He had to—because stopping meant death.

Measuring the distance with jabs,

he carefully closed the gap between himself and Donghu.

‘Donghu, I know I said to treat me like a punching bag,

but I think this might actually turn out to be a decent fight.’

Despite joking about being a punching bag,

Baek Sangha had trained relentlessly for this day.

He had reached the point where he could confidently spar with professional boxers.

He had done everything he could to be a solid sparring partner for Kim Donghu.

But—

Shuffle.

In just two steps,

the gap between them vanished in an instant.

And then, the barrage began.

Left hand. Left hand. Left hand. Left hand.

Sharp, snapping jabs rained down.

They seemed light and fast, leaving openings—

but Baek Sangha’s attention was locked onto Donghu’s right hand.

‘If that thing comes out, I’m dead.’

He knew because he’d already been hit by it once.

Under no circumstances could he let Donghu’s right hand land.

To be precise,

he had to watch the opposite hand from whichever foot stepped forward.

‘Donghu’s ambidextrous.’

Not just a sloppy ambidextrous fighter.

A monster who could switch seamlessly into a southpaw stance.

That meant there were countless things to watch out for.

Boxing was already a game of split-second calculations in close quarters.

But knowing Donghu only made it even more complex.

‘I’ll close the distance little by little.’

It was fine to take hits from his jabs.

Even though his jabs felt like getting smacked by a rock,

Baek Sangha had taken enough of them to keep pushing forward.

‘I’ll slip inside in an instant.’

He had already memorized Donghu’s rhythm.

Left hand. Left hand. Left hand.

The jabs kept coming.

And when the fourth jab stretched forward—

‘Now!’

Baek Sangha ducked low and drove himself inside.

Pivoting intentionally to Donghu’s right,

he cut off the angle for Donghu’s right hand

and aimed to land a decisive shot.

‘Huh?’

Or so he thought.

He was certain this maneuver would hit its mark.

‘Why is his left hand next to my face?’

Donghu’s left hand—

which Baek Sangha had assumed was coming in a straight line—

had curved mid-flight.

It was an impossible reaction speed.

‘Did he change the punch’s trajectory the moment I rushed in?’

‘Is that even possible? Can a human even do that?’

To make it worse,

the right hand Baek Sangha thought he’d blocked—

was already free and moving.

‘What the—?’

Suddenly, time slowed.

He could clearly see Donghu’s movements.

In mere seconds, Donghu:

Used his forearm as a pillar to pin down Baek Sangha’s gloves.

Pivoted left, changing his position.

And then powered up the left punch already extended—

aiming straight for Baek Sangha’s temple.

Clench.

Instinctively, Baek Sangha braced for impact.

“This is just sparring, so I’ll stop here, okay?”

Donghu’s voice brought him back.

A fist hovered right in front of his temple.

“...Thanks for sparing me.”

Baek Sangha meant it.

And then, he noticed something else—

‘Wait... there’s another punch?’

Donghu’s right hand,

which had pinned Baek Sangha’s arm just moments ago,

was now cocked like a hammer aimed under his chin.

If this had been a real match—

‘I’d have taken a hook to the temple,

then an uppercut straight to the chin.’

Wouldn’t that be fatal?

Baek Sangha could almost see the aftermath.

Stunned from the hook.

Then having his jaw shattered by the uppercut.

‘Blurry vision, broken jaw—’

It wouldn’t just be a knockout.

He’d be carried out on a stretcher straight to the ER.

And it made sense.

‘Donghu’s punches sound like cannon fire when they hit a sandbag.’

He knew better than anyone how terrifying Donghu’s punches were.