Top Sexy Girl Group - Chapter 168: Chapter 168: The Final Attack (Part 4)

 

 

“Sian, don’t be nervous.”

 

“I’m not nervous.”

 

“Oh…right.”

 

The official then walked up to us.

 

“We’re about to begin. Go ahead.”

 

“Okay.”

 

With a nod, I entered the arena. As soon as I stepped in, the music I had picked out began to play and everyone in the audience began to shout.

 

Boo!

 

Fuck off, you bitch!

 

Somebody cursed at me in Korean. I was tempted to find him and pull his hair out.

 

Anyways, I entered the fighting ring. There were eight sides, making it an octagon. It wasn’t too big, nor too small, but just the perfect size. I liked it. I looked up at the huge screen. I saw myself on the screen and all of a sudden, the camera aimed at my chest. I could hear the perverts roaring in the audience with happiness. I had a sudden desire to burn this whole arena down.

 

Anyways, soon enough, it was Haruto’s turn to enter. As soon as she stepped in, the entire arena erupted in cheers. It was the complete opposite of what I had received. If it had been any regular athlete, they might have cheered for them as well. Amidst all that cheering, Haruto made her way to the ring. She smirked as soon as she saw me. She was big. Almost twice my size big. Then again, my chest looked bigger. Well, anyways.

 

On top of that, Yoshiba was Haruto’s coach. As he started to cheer for Haruto, he looked at me and gave me the middle finger. Then he started taunting me with perverted gestures.

 

‘I’ll get you later, you bastard.’

 

I was going to make him pay. But first, Haruto. Soon, we were both introduced to the audience as we stood on opposite sides from each other. I just noticed then that Haruto was taller than me, but I wasn’t scared. There was no reason to be scared. Soon, the referee called a start to the match and we were off. Haruto immediately went for a jab as the crowd cheered. She became cocky and threw out a right hook. I dodged the punch by moving back. Then, I immediately followed up with a screw punch towards Haruto’s face.

 

Pow!

 

Haruto went stumbling. The crowd shouted in apprehension.

 

“Hee,” I smirked. The sight of Haruto stumbling around rose my spirits. Plus, seeing the audience cry out in shock only made me more excited. But soon enough, Haruto regained her composure.

 

“Well, well,” I said, approaching Haruto. Haruto took a few steps back. Now, the audience was silent. There was tension in the air.

 

“Hey, Haruto. Come on,” I said. Haruto braced herself and then ran towards me. As she did, she threw out a high kick. Unfortunately, my low kick was faster and I hit my mark first.

 

Pow!

 

Boom!

 

Haruto fell flat on her back. She was so heavy that the ring seemed to shake as she landed.

 

“Haruto!” Yoshiba shouted from the coach’s corner. I stared at him. I raised my middle finger…just kidding. I didn’t. I’m an idol, after all. No matter how angry I am, I couldn’t let my temper get the best of me. So, I took my index finger and pointed at him.

 

“You. Next. Okay?”

 

“Bakayaro!”

 

“You too, bastard,” I said without thinking. Uh-oh. This was going to show up on TV. My fans will surely be disappointed. Oh, well. Can’t get any worse now. Might as well go all the way.

 

“Hey, you. You piece of shit, get up here,” I said, approaching the fence. Yoshiba came up to the fence as well, pounding on the chain links.

 

“You bitch!” he cursed at me in Korean.

 

“Hey, you piece of ass,” I said, cursing at him in the North Korean dialect. Just then, I heard Haruto come at me from behind. I didn’t even bother to turn around as I extended my left hand. It hit its mark.

 

Pow!

 

My left fist got her right in the chin as Haruto went down. The match was over, but Yoshiba and I weren’t done yet.

 

“Come on, you punk! Get up here! You scared?! Huh!?”

 

At my words, Yoshiba’s face turned red as he climbed into the ring. The referee tried to block Yoshiba as the crowd began to boo, but they weren’t booing at Yoshiba. They were booing at the referee who seemed at a loss on what to do. The martial arts directors from Korea then stepped forward. I could sense a fight about to break out. Just one punch and it would turn into a riot.

 

“Hey, Mr. Park!”

 

“Yeah, Sian?”

 

“I want to fight him.”

 

“What?!” Jinwoo exclaimed.

 

“Come on. Hurry,” I said to Jinwoo. Jinwoo looked confused.

 

“If you don’t, then I’m just going to attack him right now.”

 

“W-what…?!”

 

“Hurry up.”

 

“Um…uh…ugh!”

 

With an exasperated sight, Jinwoo made his way over to the referee. I could see him saying something to the guy, and soon, the two began to talk. In the end, they agreed to it. It doesn’t make sense if you think about it, but these were far-right pro-Japanese supporters we were talking about. I’d just taken down Haruto. Now they wanted revenge. Since Yoshiba and I were already spitting curses at each other, it was only a matter of time before we fought. The 5% that was there for me started to shout, but no one could hear them. Anyways, Yoshiba changed into a fighter’s costume and then entered the ring. He immediately came at me with a sidekick. I easily dodged it. He followed up with a series of mad punches, with me dodging all of them. I then went with a speedy low kick!

 

Pow!

 

“Argh!”

 

Yoshiba went down on one knee as I aimed another kick at his head.

 

Wham!

 

“Ergh!”

 

His head flew backward. Had I aimed one more blow at him, he would’ve immediately gone down and I would’ve been done. But that would be too merciful for him.

 

I stepped back and waited for him to get up. The crowd was going wild. I saw the looks on their faces and it was safe to say that they couldn’t believe what was happening. Soon, Yoshiba began to move and get up again, albeit slowly. He shook his head, trying to regain himself. I approached him. He immediately got up and tried to do a take-down move on me. I took my elbow and brought it down on his head.

 

Wham!

 

“Ergh!”

 

Then, a knee kick to the face.

 

Pow!

 

“Argh!”

 

The guy began to stumble again, falling flat on his back in the end. Before the referee could stop me, I stepped up to his face. I didn’t hesitate to land a hundred punches to his face in quick succession.

 

Pow pow pow pow!

 

***

 

The internet was going crazy. It’s been a few hours since my fight with Yoshiba, and everyone was still talking about my win.

 

Best 1

 

I knew Sian would win. (Like: 108232 Dislike: 2)

 

Best 2

 

Do you think she’s an alien? (Like: 93245 Dislike: 23521)

 

Best 3

 

I’m a fan now. (Like: 63212 Dislike: 232)

 

” I still think you’re crazy,” Jinwoo said. His expression was still that of disbelief.

 

“How is this possible? How did you beat Yoshiba…?”

 

“Then don’t believe it.”

 

“But how can I not…I saw it with my own eyes…”

 

“Then believe it,” I said, stuffing an entire piece of roasted chicken into my mouth. I chewed without a second thought.

 

“Isn’t there bone in that…?”

 

“No, there isn’t.”

 

There was. I was just chewing through it. My teeth were that strong. To be honest, I was drawing up some of my powers to eat it. You think maybe I’m eating too much like a brute? Leave out the bones, at least? Fine. I just won’t eat it. I spat out the bones.

 

“You…really are scary…”

 

“Heh.”

 

“But there are more people now wondering if you’re an alien…”

 

“Just ignore it.”

 

“I wish I could. Look at the top comments.”

 

Jinwoo shook his head, reading them.

 

“How could you beat up his face like that?”

 

“Sorry. I guess I was too into it.”

 

It’s true. I got so mad thinking of all the times he had insulted the comfort women that I couldn’t hold myself back. Thanks to me, his nose was now flat and his teeth had all been knocked out. That mouthpiece had done nothing for it.

 

If the referee had only been 0.0001 seconds slower in stopping me, I would’ve gotten his cheekbones as well.

 

“Well, public sentiment is really good,” Jinwoo said with a smile. Since my popularity increasing meant that Lovely Girlz was becoming more popular, that in turn meant that YH Entertainment would also do well. Jinwoo’s mouth curled up to his ears.

 

“You are a good luck charm.”

 

“As long as you know. So…does that mean you’ll forgive me for breaking your rock?”

 

“I’ve already forgiven you for that. There’s nothing to forgive. Break whatever you want. Should I bring you the stuff at home? You can break those as well.”

 

Jinwoo sounded like he meant it. I told him it was fine. Typical – he always overdoes these things.

 

“And Japan is going crazy too.”

 

“I figured,” I said with a smile, still stuffing myself with chicken.

 

“They’re all shocked. Everyone’s gathering evidence about the stuff you did during the earthquake.”

 

“Heh,” I giggled. Then, I stuffed a whole leg into my mouth. When I took it out, only the bones were left.

 

“You could’ve been an MMA fighter.”

 

“I don’t want to.”

 

I didn’t. There’s no fun in it. It’s way more fun to be living in a dorm with my pretty members. Of course, it’s not all rainbows and sunshine, but still…

 

“Good. I don’t want you to, either.”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Do you want more?”

 

“You mean you didn’t order more yet?”

 

“Uh…right. Pizza?”

 

“Okay.”

 

Jinwoo immediately ordered a pie.

 

“Shouldn’t we go back to Korea now?”

 

“Well, you got a request for an interview. Let’s do that, then go home.”

 

“Japanese?”

 

“Yeah. They’re all shocked. You beat their best female and male fighter. You know the Japanese are good at acknowledging the winner. They don’t like being sour grapes, and they’re certainly interested in you now.”

 

“I see. Does this mean we’re going on Japanese shows as well?” I asked, praying we weren’t.

 

“How did you know?”

 

‘Ugh.’

 

Luckily, I didn’t say that out loud.

 

“But don’t worry. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

 

“Yeah? Then that means you won’t agree to any of them.”

 

“….”

 

Judging by his expression, it was too late for that. Bastard.

 

Anyways, the pizza soon came out and I wasted no time in digging in. Then, it was time for my interview with Japanese reporters. They kept asking all these questions and in the end, I just said that Dokdo belonged to Korea. I also demanded that Japan needs to apologize to the comfort women. As a result, the number of my haters in Japan grew as well.

 

Jinwoo, of course, thought my answer could’ve been better, but I had no requests.

 

“I hear you’re pushing us into China now.”

 

“Oh…yeah.”

 

“And Southeast Asia.”

 

“Um…uh-huh.”

 

“And Europe.”

 

“R-right…”

 

“Good for you.”

 

“Well…”