Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 243

The audience wasn’t stupid.

The 90,000 spectators gathered in Wembley Stadium loved boxing.

That’s why—

"What the hell did I just see?"

"Is Kim Donghu even human?"

They instantly understood just how unbelievable that moment had been.

At first, they were ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) angry.

Mocking an opponent by copying their movements—

That wasn’t just disrespectful to boxing.

It was an insult to the opponent. To the audience.

If he got knocked out after a stunt like that—

Then what would that mean for the people who had spent hundreds, thousands of dollars to be here?

But instead—

"Looks like Edward is trying to get up at the count of 9."

"Yeah, makes sense. He needs time to get his head straight."

"What kind of fight strategy is this?"

It was Edward who had gone down.

And not just down—he had felt that punch.

"This is insane. I’ve got chills."

"It’s only been 25 seconds, and we already got the first knockdown..."

The crowd exploded.

Meanwhile, the VIP section—sitting ringside, getting the clearest view of everything—

They weren’t even breathing.

Not a single camera was lifted.

Because the density, the heat, the sheer intensity of this moment—

Could only be captured with their own eyes.

Edward Maxwell stood at 193 cm.

A full 7 cm taller than Kim Donghu.

Yet, in the ring—

Kim Donghu stood above him.

"Oh, shit..."

These were VIPs—people who had dropped thousands for these seats like it was nothing.

And they sat there, jaws hanging open, staring at Kim Donghu.

Power.

Absolute, destructive power—

Wrapped in a single, stunning moment.

And then—

"Get up."

***

"9!"

"Okay. I got this."

Right before the final count—

Edward pushed himself up, recovering after the brief rest.

"This is British soil. You think I’ll lose in the UK?"

From the start, the flow of the match had been in his favor.

As long as the situation wasn’t catastrophic,

There was no way a referee would KO a home champion like him.

And scorecards?

A champion on home turf always had an edge in the judges’ decision.

That was the power of being the champion.

The advantage of fighting in familiar territory.

"Let’s see how long you can keep up that childish act."

"Are you calling what I do childish?"

A brief exchange.

Edward welcomed the extra seconds.

"I just have to lure him in."

Slowly, he circled around Kim Donghu.

Time for the move that had carried him to the top—

His signature style.

Moving like a knight of the British Royal Guard,

Pacing around the ring with measured control,

Reading his opponent with sharp, calculated movements.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The crowd erupted at the return of the champion’s trademark strategy.

And with that energy—

Edward came back to life.

His eyes regained their focus.

The pain in his body faded as adrenaline took over.

"Hoo..."

And then—

He switched gears.

WHOOSH!

Boxing wasn’t just about reckless brawling in close quarters.

It was about precision.

Measuring distance.

Controlling space.

"I’m taller than you. My arms are longer than yours."

The natural advantage of height and reach.

THWAP!

A clean body jab from mid-range.

Blocked.

Kim Donghu’s guard snapped into place so fast,

It felt impossible that he had reacted in time.

"Did he already know that was coming?"

But Edward wasn’t fazed.

"So what? Nobody wins boxing by landing every single punch."

THWAP!

BAPBAPBAP!

He kept pressuring—controlling the distance,

Forcing his rhythm onto the fight.

Slowly, he relaxed.

And once his body relaxed,

His real movement came back.

Like a fish returning to water—

The true Champion came alive.

THWAP! PAPAPAPAP!

From left to right.

Right to left.

Up to down.

Down to up.

A relentless flurry.

If Kim Donghu showed any gap—

Edward drove a stake through it.

BOOM!

Over a minute of non-stop offense.

A complete, one-sided attack.

But Kim Donghu’s guard—

Hadn’t broken.

"Why isn’t he countering?"

"Is he frozen?"

No idea why his body wasn’t moving—

But one thing was clear.

"That defense is rock solid."

Edward prepared to push even harder—

But then—

SWOOSH!

Kim Donghu suddenly clinched.

A close-range grapple, locking Edward in place.

Clinches weren’t automatically broken.

If the ref didn’t step in,

The fighters could keep throwing short-range blows.

So Edward swung—

Or at least, he tried.

"What the hell—?! Is he actually a gorilla?!"

He couldn’t break the clinch.

No matter how he twisted,

No matter how he tried to extend his arm—

Kim Donghu had locked him in perfectly.

It was an airtight clinch.

Completely sealing his movement.

"Break! Step back!"

The referee—seeing that Edward couldn’t escape—

Ordered them to separate.

And in that moment—

Kim Donghu, speaking just loud enough for Edward to hear—

Smirked.

"Now you’re it."

"...?"

"What... what is he saying?"

Edward frowned in confusion, resetting his stance.

But just seconds later—

He froze in shock.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

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