Choi didn't jump away.
He didn't dodge like someone trained in flashy styles.He shifted his head a tiny inch, letting the punch passed so close it almost scraped him.
Jun-ho continued immediately—knee strike, elbow, low kick, palm strike—each hit came fast, like someone who trained this stuff forever until their bodies remembered the movement better than their minds.
But Choi moved way too clean for a guy who barely talks.
He stepped just enough to make space, turned his shoulder at the perfect angle, and leaned back whenever a strike passed the line of his nose.
He never widened his stance, never stepped far, and never lost balance. It looked like he was just walking around, not fighting.
Kim stared from his desk, whispering under his breath that Choi still hadn't taken a single step back.
"…He's not even stepping back," he whispered, voice tight. "Who the hell doesn't step back…?"
