Chapter 334 ·Full Metal Punch (5)?

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Punch (5)

Shoulder had encountered fighting games back when the console market was booming.

However, he hadn't played fighting games from the start. Like any ordinary student, he used to enjoy various games with his friends.

"Hey, let's kill some time at the arcade."

The first place he experienced Metal Punch was the arcade at a movie theater. There weren't many games, and yet the prices were even higher than a regular arcade—such a rough place.

"Wanna play a round of a fighting game?"

"I've never played before."

"Come on, I'm a beginner too."

Shoulder had a strong competitive spirit, and back then, he was even younger. He didn't want to look weak in front of his friends.

And so, his first experience with a fighting game was—

"Wow, you really suck."

"How did you burn through 1,000 won so fast?!"

It was an overwhelming defeat.

That only fired up Shoulder's determination.

"Hey! Let's play again!"

The money he had saved up to buy popcorn and cola vanished instead. But the outcome didn't change.

However, the process did.

"Oh? You're lasting a bit longer now?"

"If you keep this up, I think you could actually win?"

His friends, who were watching, started to react differently.

And in the end—

[K. O.]

Shoulder won a victory.

"Whoaaa! Did you see that!? Did you see it?!"

The thrill of earning a win after tasting defeat was intense. After that, shoulder didn't return to Metal Punch right away.

'... Somehow, nothing is as fun.'

But that experience never faded from his memory. No matter what other games he played, he could never reclaim that same enjoyment.

Soon, shoulder realized why.

'No matter how much I try, it's the character that ends up getting stronger, isn't it?'

The games he'd enjoyed with friends then usually had 'characters' growing stronger the more time and effort he put in.

But fighting games were different. In fighting games, it was the 'player', himself, who improved with effort.

After his high school days spent close with friends passed, and he became a college student, he started visiting arcades seriously.

"Whoa... what is this?"

"How many wins in a row is that now?"

From then on, shoulder dedicated himself to Metal Punch. He not only enjoyed it, but he was also talented at it.

After dominating his local arcades, he even traveled to other regions for matches. Eventually, his area of activity expanded to the whole country—and then the world.

"You mean, you can do Metal Punch with your actual body?"

Even when the era of virtual reality arrived, nothing about his path changed. If anything, it was even more immersive, since he could experience more direct 'growth'.

And as he fought endlessly, racking up victory after victory—

"The World Champion is... 'Shoulder' from Korea!"

Before he knew it, he had reached the peak of the world. Shoulder smiled at that.

All his past days had not been wasted.

'Isn't there anyone better?'

But the enjoyment was short-lived.

The seat at the top was lonely. He couldn't find anyone better than Shoulder. The enjoyment, the sense of growth that had kept him going, disappeared.

And what replaced it was—

"Are preparations for the world tournament going well?"

"We're really counting on you, hyung."

[-Shoulder's got the win locked in again this time, right?]

[-So glad Shoulder was born in Korea lol]

The expectations of other fighting gamers and the duty and responsibility of being the peak. With that, shoulder returned to the stage.

[-Fighting games are so hard to get into]

[-Damn, all you do is get your ass kicked in this hopeless game]

[-They really shut out newbies lol]

But despite his efforts, the fighting game genre waned.

〈Ah, there's no sponsor this time...〉

〈There's no tournament scheduled this year.〉

〈We'd like to run a tournament too, but at this point it would just put us in the red.〉

As the user base shrank, the stages Shoulder could stand on disappeared one by one. Even his fellow competitors left.

But Shoulder stayed.

'I can do it.'

He'd dedicated his youth to this game. He had to keep the scene alive, no matter what.

It wasn't just Korea—fighting game fans around the world were looking to him.

'... If not me, then who?'

And so, metal Punch became his life.

"Purple is going to play Metal Punch?"

For someone like him, Lee Gyeongbok's appearance was a definite opportunity.

Shoulder intended to borrow his popularity and fame. That was his plan from the very start.

But gradually, his thoughts began to change.

'He's actually really good.'

Hosting broadcasts together, he saw that talent firsthand. The skill Lee Gyeongbok showed was more than enough to reawaken Shoulder's long-buried competitive spirit.

'With this, I could lose.'

After finding the way to counter Mimicry, he actually felt confident about winning. But soon, he had no choice but to reconsider.

"We need to use only the original characters for Metal Punch to decide the match."

That's what Lee Gyeongbok said when he picked collab characters in Ban-Pick.

"I chose this because I think it's only right for the people who enjoy this game."

Lee Gyeongbok showed respect for Metal Punch. And to Shoulder, those words felt like respect for all the effort he had put in over the years.

'I almost made a big mistake toward Purple.'

It was a careless thought.

Had he been at the top for too long? Shoulder renewed his determination as he entered round one.

As a result, shoulder recalled his original mindset.

'I might actually lose this.'

To most, such a thought would be an expression of anxiety, but not to Shoulder.

The seat at the top was no longer unshakable. After a long wait, a true rival had appeared.

And that alone made him happy.

[Full Burst!]

At Lee Gyeongbok's final card—Shoulder felt a thrill.

"Truly, an excellent choice."

"Isn't it?"

Lee Gyeongbok's answer was short and bright, like a child who'd discovered a fun new game.

Seeing his expression, shoulder became certain.

"Purple, thank you so much for joining this tournament."

Shoulder once again expressed his gratitude.

"No, I should be the one saying thank you for enjoying Metal Punch."

There had been many streamers who had challenged Metal Punch so far. But most of them just consumed it as content and moved on.

Shoulder had thought Lee Gyeongbok was one of those. But he was wrong.

"With my respect, I'll give this my all."

Whether or not the tournament was a success no longer mattered. The title of World No.1 was meaningless before this match.

Only victory occupied his mind.

'Once more, a step higher.'

Lee Gyeongbok was an opponent who could give him the long-forgotten sense of growth.

"Yes, this will be really fun."

Hearing Shoulder's resolve, Lee Gyeongbok answered with a smile.

Shoulder smiled too.

The nickname stuck to him, 'Conqueror.'

That name only had value if there was something left to conquer.

〈FIGHT!〉

And so, the final round began.

* * *

Jung Soyoon and the commentator team were left speechless.

"A final round started with Burst state! The match is turning out to be even fiercer than we imagined! Wow! I thought nothing could top what happened in round one!? But I was wrong! This is even more overwhelming!"

"It really is! With Super Armor eliminating stun, even the minimal downtime forced by the system is gone! That means both sides are trading blows even faster than in round one!"

"Yes, that's right! At this speed, I think the match will be decided even faster than round one!? With the system's shackles gone, both sides keep landing clean hits! Fixed-speed skill motions aren't working as well now!"

From the start, gray and purple auras tangled together. In this intense back-and-forth, not only the three hosts but also the 200,000 viewers' eyes were darting madly.

"In that sense, the situation seems to slightly favor Shoulder! And I'm not saying this to be biased! Unlike Izanami, rage has many skills that are 'insta-cast' with short activation times!"

"Ah! Then that means Purple will be in danger more often by comparison!?"

Genome immediately shook his head at that.

"This isn't something a commentator should say, but in this round, I feel commentary is practically meaningless, you know? Even if it's insta-cast, it can't match the speed these two are fighting at! Instead of focusing on what we say, it would be better to just watch and feel it directly!"

-mamjalchu

-lol Troopers just watching on computer or chatting, no way you can type if you're watching on mobile

― I can't take my hands off my eyes for even a second lol

― Now the commentary's actually a distraction

The viewers agreed.

Whether they watched without looking at their keyboards or not, typos often showed up in the chat.

Jung Soyoon nodded unconsciously as she grabbed her mic. But the broadcast couldn't just sit silent, after all.

"That's right! Maybe our voices should just be considered white noise right now! Amazingly, both players are smiling even in this fierce battle? Are they that relaxed?"

So she shifted her commentary to focus more on the players' mental states rather than the in-game situation.

Genome replied, his voice tinged with laughter.

"Purple is famous for loving hard challenges, isn't he? And now, shoulder has gotten fired up too! Both of these players are prodigies who play for fun!"

"Right, from our perspective it looks really nerve-wracking, but they're actually having fun! Even prodigies—no, most prodigies—couldn't understand this, but... oh? Now! Now! Suddenly, the balance is breaking!?"

Willitwork? chimed in to agree—then suddenly raised his voice.

The balance, which had seemed unbreakable, was suddenly shattered.

* * *

Lee Gyeongbok dodged the sharp incoming punch by a hair's breadth.

'He really is amazing.'

The threat level he sensed from Shoulder as his opponent was truly intense. Incredibly, it got even stronger as the match entered the second round.

'Just like he said, it feels like he's giving it everything.'

It wasn't only the Burst buff at play. Even his presence felt different.

That forced Lee Gyeongbok to change his mind.

'I used to think there's no way a human could be more threatening than a monster.'

A monster that doesn't exist in reality should be more dangerous than a human. In fact, compared to boss monsters in other games, shoulder's threat was lesser.

But the important thing wasn't the level.

'Again...!'

Since not even for a single moment could he relax, Lee Gyeongbok entered a state of full concentration. As his divine energy surged, it gathered information and mapped Shoulder's next moves in his mind.

The surprising thing was that the afterimages he saw from Shoulder didn't remain fixed, but changed every instant.

'The World No.1 really is different.'

Though it was the first time he'd experienced this, Lee Gyeongbok could guess why.

Unlike a programmed AI, shoulder changed his decisions at every moment. Just like changing tactics upon spotting Mimicry's effect, his speed of adaptation was on a different level.

Only an opponent with Shoulder's level of physical skill and judgment could do this.

'If I can't keep up, I might lose.'

That fact didn't trouble him. On the contrary, Lee Gyeongbok relished the situation.

He too understood that the harder the challenge, the more meaningful victory became.

'I want to win. I have to win this match—!'

His competitive spirit from his time as a pro-gaming trainee blazed up once more. His will surged with it.

And in response, his divine energy exploded.

'What's this?'

In what felt like stopped time, Lee Gyeongbok experienced something new.

He was used to sensing opponents' responses in advance, but this time, the quantity was different.

All the possible moves that Shoulder could make were being gathered and mapped out in his mind.

'They're converging into one!'

The closer the clash came, those many afterimages condensed into one.

Shoulder's best possible play—Lee Gyeongbok could now see it in advance.

'If that's the case—!'

He saw his answer.

As time resumed, Lee Gyeongbok blocked Shoulder's low kick. Shoulder immediately countered with a knifehand strike, but Shoulder hit back with a counter blow.

Both were in Super Armor state, so there was no stun. Shoulder quickly pressed his offense, noticing Lee Gyeongbok raise his guard.

'It's open!'

So he immediately input the taunt command, forcing Lee Gyeongbok to lower his guard. Then, he used his signature move that had brought him countless victories—'Taunt Knee Kick'.

But Lee Gyeongbok, as if he'd been waiting for it, adopted a parry stance. Shoulder prepared in advance to input the grab release command.

"Huh!?"

Incredibly, Lee Gyeongbok ducked and dodged the knee kick instead of parrying it?

A chill ran down Shoulder's spine.

'Mimicry!'

In that instant, what Lee Gyeongbok showed wasn't a parry, but a feint. Since parry is a 'counter grab', not an attack, the special effect doesn't trigger in advance.

Lee Gyeongbok had exploited that gap.

Realizing this, shoulder quickly tried to raise his guard, but there was no way someone of Lee Gyeongbok's caliber would miss such an opening.

'He got me...!'

Lee Gyeongbok's palm strike landed, launching Shoulder into the air.

"Waaaaaaaah!"

"There he goes!"

The stadium erupted in a scream-like cheer. The commentary team also raised their voices in excitement.

"He's launched him! Purple launches his opponent!"

"This is the first airborne hit in both rounds!"

"This means! This meaaaans!"

As fierce as the match had been, the balance was now collapsing at an uncontrollable speed.

"Purple's going right into an air combooooo!"

"Perfectly executed! Not a single hit is wasted!"

"It's dangerous! Shoulder! This is seriously dangerous!"

With Shoulder's stamina bar plummeting, the Serengeti fans in the stands wore expressions of despair. Their collective groans were drowned out by the roar from Tweety's supporters.

"Let's goooooo!"

"Please! Pleaaaaaase!"

To comfort desperate fans, Genome raised his voice reassuringly.

"In a standard game, no matter how bad it is, you'd just lose stamina and that's it! There's no infinite combo, right!? But things are different now!"

"Ah! That's right! There's still one last resort! Burst, the Burst Move is still available!"

In Burst state thanks to the chance card, what was usually an underdog's move for a reversal was, this time, different.

"Your fate ends here."

With Izanami's voice, a purple silhouette appeared behind her character.

Then, izanami grabbed the falling Rage and slammed him to the ground. With a booming crash and special effects, the purple silhouette moved to pin the win.

A shattering sound rang out as Shoulder's stamina was completely drained.

[K. O.]

Then, filling the entire big screen, golden words appeared.

With that, the silence was shattered as sound crashed back into the world.

"Waaaaaaaaa!"

"He won!"

"This is ittttt!"

Trying not to be outdone by the crowd's roar, the commentary team also shouted at the top of their lungs.

"K. O! K. O.oooooo!"

"Wow...! I can't believe it!"

But neither of them could really manage proper commentary anymore. Jung Soyoon, her voice trembling, finally managed to organize the situation.

"With this! Purple takes the victory in round two! That means the final result is—Tweety, tweety Team is victorious!"

At her victory call, the chat once again exploded.

The seemingly untouchable peak of Metal Punch had been altered.

― Tweety full win! Tweety full win! Tweety full win!

― God decides fate, isn't that common sense? God decides fate, isn't that common sense?

― Purwinned! Purwinned! Purwinned! Purwinned!

― Defeated by Purple! Defeated by Purple! Defeated by Purple! Defeated by Purple!

― So who's the Conqueror now? So who's the Conqueror now? So who's the Conqueror now?

― Uppercut! (Meaning Shoulder was cut down by Purple)

― Me watching this live! Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime experience? Me watching this live! Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime experience?

The arrival of a new Conqueror.

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