"I can't win against him, for now." Park Jong-Hwan had a very calm smile. "I will win in the future! But now, he should be the number one recruit in martial arts at recruit camp."
"The number one recruit in martial arts? You've been staying too long in that tiny State of Korea of yours, Park Jong-Hwan. You don't know how big the sky is."
The door was violently pushed open, and a fatty, looking like a mountain of flesh, barged his way in.
"Neo Sumo?" Park Jong-Hwan sneered as he hopped off his bed. "I don't welcome useless fat pigs here. Get the hell out at once. Otherwise, don't blame me for getting mad."
"Fat pig? Really? You'll get mad? Okay then!" The mountain of flesh of a man smiled. "Come then. You Neo Taekwondo practitioners are like frogs viewing the sky from the bottom of a well in your State of Korea. You really believe that Bae Seong-Joon is a martial god? He's just trash...."
