Now, with that explanation, everyone should have the basics down.
You don't get information gathered from years of training every day.
If I had to put it all into writing, it would take at least a hundred thousand words.
If this were a story written by someone, I'm sure the reason they wouldn't include such valuable information is because the guy writing it is too lazy to add a few extra lines—but that's not the case here, right?
Anyway, setting aside my possible mental issues.
Now that you understand and have trained your body—strengthening it and eating healthy—it's time to show you how to beat up four idiots while a cute girl cheers you on.
With my opponents closing in, the first thing I did was step back a few paces.
If you thought about rushing all four at once, let me tell you—you clearly didn't understand my long and detailed explanation. And here I was, putting effort into every part…
By creating enough distance to avoid being overwhelmed, I lifted my right leg and drove a kick straight into the chest of the guy in front of me, sending him stumbling back and reducing the number of active opponents for the moment.
And because I stepped back, I had enough reaction time to duck under the punches aimed at my head.
From there, I swept my leg across the ground, catching both attackers by the ankles and knocking them flat as they lost balance.
Good. Now that you've limited the number of opponents to one, focus on taking him out of the fight as quickly as possible.
But if you can't, don't worry—there will be plenty of other chances.
Right as I stood up, I raised my leg to block a kick aimed at my side.
Now, you should already know what to do here; come on, I explained it in detail…
(…)
…So this is what it feels like to be a teacher, huh.
Not letting my opponent recover, I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him toward me, slamming my forehead into his nose.
It's a sensitive spot, and with enough force—combined with the momentum from pulling him in—the guy dropped flat on his back, a thin stream of blood leaking from his nose.
If you think it's over, you're wrong.
Remember: you only knocked the others down temporarily. You didn't stop them from getting back up.
And just like I said, the one I kicked in the chest was the first to charge at me again.
Another important thing I mentioned—but I'll repeat it—don't try to imitate a move used against you moments ago.
That genius rushed at me and tried to kick me in the chest, copying what I'd done to him.
Someone who actually knows how to fight never repeats a technique without understanding it first.
So I simply sidestepped, letting the kick slice through empty air and leaving him wide open.
They say the most effective way to learn how to fight is through pain, and let me tell you—a liver shot is not pleasant.
Depending on the force behind it, you can even knock someone out with a clean hit.
That's why the guy's face twisted in agony when my fist slammed straight into his liver.
He dropped instantly, curling up on the ground.
Like I said, I'm not a beast—so I held back.
I know how agonizing a strong hit to that spot can be.
Now then, about those other two…
There's something you must always remember: in a fight against multiple opponents, you cannot let your guard down.
"Got you!"
One of the guys I knocked down earlier got back on his feet and grabbed me from behind.
In this situation, if you lose your composure, you're finished.
A calm mind is a huge advantage.
Restrained by one of them, another came charging straight at me.
As I explained before: when you restrain someone, you need to make sure your opponent can't counterattack—otherwise, the result will be this:
Since he only grabbed my arms, I leaned my weight backward, using my legs for support, then lifted my body just enough to snap both feet forward—landing a clean double kick to the face of the guy rushing me.
Even if you manage to push the attacker away, you're still being restrained—but that shouldn't be a problem. If you were able to move, then you can break free just as easily.
Pain is a great motivator.
I jerked my head forward, then whipped it back hard, smashing the back of my skull into the face of the guy holding me.
And like I said, pain is a strong motivator—he loosened his grip instantly to cover his face, giving me the perfect opening to drive an elbow into his side.
A wise man takes every opportunity.
I pressed my back against his body and grabbed one of his arms. Leaning forward, I lifted him with my momentum and slammed him onto the ground.
It was similar to a technique used in Aikido, though instead of relying on his strength, I used my own.
And as I said, a wise man never wastes an opportunity.
With my opponent on the ground, I raised my fist and smashed it into his face, knocking him out cold.
Several things mattered there, but the most important were the impact from the throw and the finishing blow.
One down, three to go.
The guy whose nose I cracked with my headbutt rushed at me recklessly.
I raised my arm to block his punch, then used my free hand to drive a strike into his stomach, followed by a hook to the jaw with the other.
Normally, that would be enough to take someone out.
But if you want to be absolutely sure…
Before his head could snap back from the force of my hook, I grabbed it and pulled him downward as I jumped, driving my knee straight upward.
My knee collided with his face perfectly, launching him backward and dropping him like a lifeless sack onto the ground.
Two down, two left.
Seeing their buddies on the ground, the smart thing would've been realizing that if four of them couldn't handle me, they should cut their losses and run.
But apparently, anger won over logic, because they both came at me at once.
Still, since I'd already hit them earlier, they weren't as fast as they were at the start.
Another unspoken rule: you need to know when it's better to back off.
But I have to give them credit—they weren't completely hopeless.
Once they got close, they didn't rush me head-on.
They split to my sides, making it harder to deal with both simultaneously.
I lifted my right arm and left knee, blocking a punch and a kick at the same time.
If you block properly, the strain on your body is minimal.
Is this too unrealistic? Something that wouldn't happen in a real fight?
Maybe it seems that way, but when a novice faces someone with experience, it can look unfair.
And if I should add something else—this all happens in a matter of seconds.
People think the mind takes forever to analyze situations, but in reality, not even a single second has passed.
Alright, what was I doing again? …Right.
Using the force from my right arm and left leg, I pushed their attacks away.
That tiny moment when your opponent's guard drops is crucial.
Returning to my original stance, I pivoted on my left leg and landed a kick to one guy's ribs.
Switching legs immediately, I struck the other side of his body with another kick.
From that same position, I bent my knee slightly, then snapped my leg upward, landing a clean kick to his jaw.
Like a ragdoll, his body collapsed as he lost consciousness.
Turning around, I found the last guy still standing—surprisingly, he hadn't run.
That had to be either real bravery… or he was just an idiot. Hard to tell. Whatever.
Without wasting a second, he came charging in again.
A quick sidestep let me slip past his punch, closing the distance so I could drive my fist straight into his chest.
The reason that punch hit way harder is in the detailed explanation you were given—don't forget to review it.
After landing my right fist on his chest, I followed up with a left hook to his side.
Want a combo that doesn't make you look like a flailing amateur?
Then try this sequence:
Chest strike → hook to the side → hook to the face → hook to the jaw → punch to the stomach.
After that, just repeat the pattern—alternate the face hooks if you want.
Once you've applied this combo once or twice—depending on your opponent's stamina—it's time for the finisher.
With your dominant hand, tighten your fist and drive a hook straight into your opponent's face.
If you do it perfectly, you'll send your opponent crashing to the ground in the same direction your punch follows.
And that's exactly what happened to the guy lying there now.
You can't blame me—I warned you.
Violence isn't always the answer, but in some cases, it's the best one.
"Maybe I went a bit too far." Tilting my head, I took in the scene.
Four students lay sprawled across the ground, completely unconscious.
Well, putting that aside, there wasn't much left to do—except scold a certain girl.
I headed toward Yumiko, who looked absolutely delighted, as if everything had turned out exactly the way she'd hoped.
"Great job! If you knew how to fight, you should've told me from the start!"
She started throwing punches in the air, mimicking everything she had just watched.
What am I supposed to do with this girl?
"You know, I didn't..."
"…Where do you think you're going…?"
The guy who confessed to Yumiko—the first one I left writhing on the ground—had somehow managed to get up, though his legs were shaking and he clearly didn't have the strength to keep going.
"You should know when to quit." I sighed.
Fighting someone who's still capable is one thing; taking advantage of someone who can barely stand is another. I'm not a monster.
Not exactly the type who picks on the weak… well, at least not today.
I was already turning away, ready to let the whole thing end, when he opened his mouth and killed any chance of that happening.
"Y-you son of a b-bitch… I'm not done w-with you…"
So much for restraint. I might've said I wouldn't take advantage of someone who can barely stand, but come on—I'm human. Mistakes happen.
With a grin, I narrowed my eyes.
"Raiden."
Before sending him off to rest permanently, I turned back to look at Yumiko.
This is the moment when, as someone who went through intimidation herself, she should tell me it's not worth it, that violence is wrong, and that we should just go.
But instead…
"What are you waiting for? Take out the trash!"
She said it slowly, with a sinister expression—as if she were waiting for me to finish the last one off.
Seems someone let the power get to her head. She didn't even do anything. If anything, she caused this whole situation…
Normally, I'd ignore her, but after hearing that idiot talk, I wasn't leaving without teaching him one final lesson.
I started walking toward him.
With what little strength he had left, he raised his fist.
I firmly knocked his punch aside with my arm, then drove my fist into his chest.
A hook to the jaw left him dazed.
I took the opening and delivered a kick to his stomach, knocking the air right out of him.
A stronger kick could've sent him flying, but I wasn't aiming for that.
Seeing him completely vulnerable and unable to defend himself, I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
You know what comes next…
German suplex.
Using all my strength, I lifted him off the ground.
With him in the air, I arched my body backward and slammed him into the floor, still holding him.
I felt his body lose all resistance—he was out cold from the impact.
From the ground, I rolled back onto my feet, brushing off my hands as I looked over the aftermath.
Insults don't bother me—but if someone talks about a person I care about, don't expect me to stay nice.
Now that I'd taken down these five idiots, I could finally consider my work here done.