The cheers of the audience filled the stadium.
Me and Changin Dojang got on the non-stage and stood facing each other.
Changin Dojang pointed his sword at me and said.
“You managed to get up here.”
“Are you referring to the fact that you made it to the top level after three finals, or are you referring to the fact that you were not disqualified due to an unfortunate accident?”
“Accident? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Are you sure you don’t know?”
“What answer do you want to hear?”
“Your speech has become shorter while I haven’t seen you. “I think you showed at least some courtesy before.”
“Stop talking nonsense and quickly draw your sword.”
“I don’t like it.”
“…Are you sure you’re going to come all the way up here and give up the match?”
“Is that possible?”
“Reveal the mystery.”
“It’s just a ploy or something. “I’m saying there’s no need to even pull out your sword.”
“Are you insulting me?”
“You know very well.”
“You will regret it.”
What is regret?
I smiled and clenched my fists.
I could have worn the gauntlet I acquired through a bet with Hwang Bo-jin, but I decided to fight this match with bare fists.
‘Because you can’t feel your hand properly when you wear hand armor.’
As soon as the referee announced the start, Changin Dojang kicked off the ground and rushed forward.
The quickly extended sword flew in, aiming to bleed blood all over the body.
It was the beginning of the famous Four Day Sword Technique, the vision of the Jeomchang school.
I swatted away all the sword strikes as if shooing away flies, and then quickly entered the gap between the opponent and the enemy.
Changin Dojang clicked his tongue and stepped back to increase the distance.
Followed by a horizontal cut.
‘There is no need to go on a grand herbal diet.’
A wave of energy formed on the fist, and brain energy was overlaid on its surface.
The condensation of brain energy that follows.
The burned area was numb, but I didn’t care.
The brain energy concentrated on one point penetrated the entire front in an instant.
With just one punch, Changin Dojang’s sword was cut in half.
Changin Dojang, caught up in the aftermath, tumbled awkwardly on the floor.
I released my hands and walked towards the Changin Dojang with a loud sound.
‘Sixteen strong in the finals. ‘It’s just the right time.’
There was a need to lay the groundwork in case the identity of the Homyeonhyeop (狐面俠) was soon revealed.
If it were a Changin dojo, there would be no shortage of it as the first offering.
The white thunder flag is shown for the first time in the finals.
The audience was enthusiastic about the spectacular technique.
Unlike when I had my first match with Seonhye Dojang, there were many people cheering and chanting my name.
No one would have thought that an unknown late Jisoo with a humble background would overwhelm even the first disciples of the Jeomchang school.
“Get up. “I’m so sad that it has to end like this.”
“How dare you…”
Changin Dojang, who struggled to get up, glared at us with bloodshot eyes.
I nodded in satisfaction and pumped my fists into the air one after another.
The sixth herbivorous fighting fist of the wall power.
A young fighter with a knack for striking attacks.
A punch flew into the air and struck Changin Dojang’s entire body.
The power of Herbivory itself is not very high, but it can be cast continuously, making it easy to keep in check.
It was an herbivore that I did not like to use on a regular basis because if I used it too much, it was extremely draining of my energy and it was easy to read the path.
If the goal was simply to keep the opponent in check, it was better to use the illusion of the Wolyeonggeom.
However, the opponent in front of me right now was neither a top-level expert nor a number of warriors.
It was just one reviewer.
It was herbivore’s efficiency, and he was confident that no matter how he fought, he would not be defeated.
‘If I had considered efficiency in the first place, I would have drawn the sword.’
My motto was to give back what I received.
Shouldn’t we repay what has been done to us?
‘I’ll harass you as much as possible.’
Although it is a herbivore with low power, it is only so compared to other herbivores.
For Changin Dojang, each blow would be a blow that cannot be ignored.
The spearman Dojang rushed forward with his tattered sword swinging and raised his sword diagonally to cut.
I dodged it by simply tilting my upper body, and then plunged my fist into the opponent’s side.
The Changin Dojang’s waist was bent like a giant prawn.
The sound of the wind leaking out.
I could have finished it as is, but I didn’t push myself and retreated to avoid the opponent’s left hand.
The Changin Dojang, who managed to straighten the staggering Sinhyeong, gritted his teeth and adjusted his grip on the sword.
The tenacity of not giving up even in the face of clearly visible gaps was worthy of recognition.
I smiled, showing my teeth.
There were three main conditions that determined the victory or defeat of Bimu.
The first is when one side declares surrender.
The second is when one side becomes unable to fight.
Thirdly, when one side is pushed out of the market.
‘I won’t be able to surrender. ‘The pride of being a disciple of the famous great sect will hold you back.’
There was no way Changin Dojang would just admit defeat.
In other words, if I wanted to, I could play with the spear stamp for as long as I wanted without finishing the game.
‘I hope you can last as long as possible.’
* * *
Contrary to the wind, the window seal could not withstand even a single angle.
I took a moment to quietly look down at the unconscious Changin Dojang.
Without any hesitation, I turned my back and went down to the off-stage.
Applause and cheers filled the stadium.
Is it because, unlike the previous games, they showed off some spectacular starters?
The excitement of the spectators was at its peak.
None of them paid any attention to Changin Dojang, who was brutally defeated.
I quickened my pace after seeing that the warriors of Maeng, who had rushed out with a stretcher, were carrying Changin Dojang.
‘It’s troubling to think that this is the end.’
I hate to say it myself, but I have a pretty shitty personality.
To top it off, in his previous life, he was shunned by the executioners, calling him a ‘bad poisonous type’.
‘An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.’
That side started the argument in a cowardly way, but there was no need for this side to stick to the just method.
After today, Changin Dojang would not be able to sleep with his feet stretched out.
* * *
I went to Changin Dojang’s lodgings with an overflowing heart and witnessed an unexpected sight.
Men wearing military uniforms with the Hyeonmu symbol engraved on their chests were arresting Changin Dojang and leading him away.
“Let go of this!”
“You had better not resist.”
“The monks will not sit idly by and ignore this… Ugh!”
“It’s a little quieter now.”
Is it because I got beaten to death in a daytime match?
Changin Dojang could not resist properly and was taken away by them.
I looked at the scene with a blank expression, scratched the back of my head and muttered.
“Why all of a sudden?”
Changin Dojang was a disciple of the Jeomchang school.
And as the Jeomchang faction is a large martial force that dominates the Old Daemun faction, it has a great influence on the Murim alliance.
As a member of the Murim Alliance, they didn’t necessarily want to cause conflict with the Jeomchang faction, but I couldn’t understand what they were thinking by consigning Changin Dojang.
‘Is it because it was discovered that you were trying to disqualify me in an unfair way?’
I wondered if Maeng would increase his work to this level for a reviewer with a humble background, but it was not entirely unlikely.
I knew one person who would do something like this.
A conversation I had with him a while ago while walking by the lake came to mind.
[It would be difficult to officially announce and punish the wrongdoing. There is no physical evidence, and above all, he did not break any rules.]
[Unofficially, he seems to be saying that he can be punished as much as he wants.]
[Is that possible?]
I thought that maybe he had taken some kind of action.
I clicked my tongue and left the place.
‘I said I would resolve it on my own.’
First of all, it seemed necessary to meet Pang Mun-hwan and hear his story.
* * *
“I didn’t do it.”
“It seems that there was a misunderstanding that the warriors mobilized to transport Changin Dojang were members of the Hyunmudae, but I have never given any instructions to my subordinates.”
Peng Mun-hwan spoke clearly and shook his head.
I was dumbfounded, thinking he must have done something.
“I don’t know. One thing is certain: it is not something that someone of ordinary status would order. “If it’s to the extent of urgently convening Hyeonmu members who are busy with an event and issuing orders…”
“Has Dojang Chang-in committed a serious sin that I don’t know about?”
“I don’t know about that.”
I rubbed my chin and was lost in thought.
Because Changin Dojang was confiscated, not only did personal revenge become impossible, but it also became difficult to collect compensation for the bet.
If it had been Pang Mun-hwan’s actions, I would have protested, but since he said no, I couldn’t figure out what to do.
Lee Kang-hak, who was drinking tea together and eavesdropping on the conversation, suddenly said.
“A person with the authority to emergency summon and command Hyeonmu members must be quite a big name. Probably one of three. “Mengju military elder.”
I put down the teacup and leaned against the back of the chair.
First of all, it seemed like there would be a need to watch the situation a little more.
‘As expected, Sohyeongeom was involved…?’
* * *
Two days later.
An old man visited Cheonho Gaekjan.
The appearance of the old man caused a commotion.
That’s because he was, in a sense, as famous and influential as the Murim Lord.
I sat across the table from the old man with a puzzled expression.
“I didn’t expect you to come visit me so suddenly.”
“I think your curiosity has peaked by now.”
“We have guests, so why not bring them a cup of tea?”
“Please change your seat. “I know of a place where I’ve had some decent baserunning.”
“It is done. “I’m not that leisurely.”
Baek Woo-seon’s pattern embroidered on the sleeve of the bachelor’s gown caught the eye.
I swallowed dry saliva and asked.
“I’m asking just in case. Noya, are you senior Zhuge Huan, a soldier of the Murim Alliance?”
“Why are you asking when you are already sure?”
The group standing behind and watching looked shocked.
It was the moment when what I had hoped for became reality.
“First of all, I have a story to tell you.”
“Something about the Changin Dojo.”
My shoulders trembled as I accepted the teaware brought by Dojang Cheonwoo.
Why is there suddenly a story about Changin Dojo here?
“I was the one who ordered him to be transported.”