Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 244

Sports.

It's not just about winning or losing.

"It has to be entertaining."

It should bring joy to the viewers.

As the first round ended and the one-minute break was given, I turned to Sangha, who had come to check on me as my second.

"By now, everyone must have at least eaten a drumstick, right?"

"Huh?"

Sangha immediately understood the point of my words and nodded.

"Yeah, they probably have."

While my second was checking on me, I kept my eyes on the opponent's side.

I didn't want to show even the slightest sign of exhaustion.

Edward’s seconds were blocking him with their bodies.

As I kept my gaze fixed on Edward—

"A manager this expensive is personally wiping you down, and you don’t even say thank you? Should I be offended or not?"

Yerim spoke teasingly while slowly wiping my body with a towel.

I told her she didn’t have to do it, but she insisted that once a manager, always a manager.

She even adjusted her schedule to be here.

"I wasn’t going to hire you because you were too expensive."

"Just try it. I’ll cry my eyes out and walk in a fashion show."

"My manager can’t be crying."

After sharing a brief conversation to relax my body—

"I want to create the ultimate image."

I reassessed the talent within me.

If I had to describe it, Muhammad Tyson.

Because I felt like I still hadn’t utilized this immense talent to its full 100%.

Sharper, more precise... more destructive.

I wanted to create an image no one else could ever reach.

That’s why I decided to embody Tarzan in this moment.

The primitive wild beast that Edward had been clamoring about.

A man who repeats cycles of violence, killing and being killed to survive in the wild.

"Yeah, I need to make him pay properly for disrespecting my family."

I needed to show him that kind of power.

***

Time rewound to the beginning of Round 2.

Ding!

As soon as the bell rang, Kim Donghu dropped his guard.

"What’s happening right now? What is going on?!"

"Donghu! Kim Donghu has lowered his guard!"

The commentators were openly expressing their confusion, hands clutching their heads.

Was this just for show? It didn’t make sense to think of it that way.

If it were before they had touched gloves, it might have been understandable.

But he had lowered his guard after they had already made contact and moved apart.

"Why did he drop his guard? Is he tired? No way, that’s definitely not the reason."

"I don’t know. Who are we to judge him?"

After watching the first round, the commentators had completely changed their assessment of Kim Donghu.

He was something beyond the existing [N O V E L I G H T] framework of boxing knowledge.

That’s why they were hesitant on what to say next.

As they speculated on what he might do next—

Step.

Step.

Step.

Kim Donghu approached Edward with no guard.

Not circling around carefully.

He just walked in a straight line, directly toward him.

"W-what is this?!"

"When have we ever seen something like this? A challenger walking toward the champion with no guard!"

"The champ! The champ is flustered!"

"A shocking twist in just three seconds after the round started! How will the champion react?!"

As the commentators said—

Edward couldn't grasp what was happening.

And then, after about a second,

"Is this guy insane? Did he just lose his mind all of a sudden?"

He had no idea what Donghu was planning.

But things wouldn’t go the way Donghu wanted.

Edward extended his fist.

A light left jab to test the waters.

"Let’s see how you react."

No guard meant the obvious target was the chin.

Calculating even for a counterattack, Edward launched the jab—

Boom!

Out of nowhere, Donghu’s uppercut shot up at an unbelievable angle, slamming into his chin.

Crack.

Edward’s head snapped back, his mouthpiece popping out and hitting the ground again.

And it didn’t end there.

Boom!

Bang!

Thud!

Kim Donghu’s signature combo exploded.

He dropped Edward back down with a body shot,

Shook his brain with a temple punch,

And just as he was about to finish with an uppercut—

Swoosh.

Donghu dove in deep, closing the distance completely.

Like a hunter delivering the perfect kill shot.

Boom!

Donghu’s left straight punch crashed into Edward’s chest.

Not just a hit—a full-powered impact.

Edward couldn’t withstand the shock, and his upper body slumped against the ring ropes.

His body swayed, teetering on the edge of falling over.

The referee rushed in, holding onto Edward to keep him from collapsing.

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