Two o’clock has already passed since the third round of the finals began.
As I sat there, the time that felt even longer passed. But.
“Waaah—!!”
The surroundings were still full of heat.
Kuung-! Thump thump-!
“Whoa!”
A feast of betting as intense as a typhoon. The sound of strong cheers and flying blades.
Even though the color of the sky is gradually changing, the momentum remains the same.
“Pungpa-kwon… I only heard rumors. Truly a strong martial artist.”
“…I really want to meet you someday.”
“If it’s a Gyeongseongeom, it’s bound to be heated up.”
These people collect information as if they are amazed by the dance of a warrior. Perhaps because the people around them are all people who have participated in the martial arts system, they have a unique insight into understanding things.
Moreover, the fact that he made it to the third finals means that he is quite strong, so just seeing this will give him enlightenment.
That was the reason why the drones did not lose heat even after sitting for a long time.
Being able to see the dance moves of such masters was also the reason why the audience cheered tirelessly.
of course.
‘It’s boring.’
From my perspective, it’s just a boring schedule.
The reason is.
‘The gap is too mismatched.’
First of all, the status of the opponents did not match well. As I watched the two city tours, there were a few Hwa-gyeong warriors. The person I met was particularly weak.
Perhaps because I felt the difference in level, I didn’t feel much urgency.
Rather, since I met a strong person, I feel like I want to learn at least one more thing.
‘What kind of map are you looking for?’
it’s not fun.
There is no murderous intent, no sense of desperation or despair.
Of course, since it’s a mixture, it seems right, but…
‘It’s kind of boring.’
Looking at something like that just makes me yawn.
‘…I guess I went crazy.’
Peaceful Bimura is no fun. So what’s the fun in fighting each other to the point of bloodshed?
‘That’s true.’
When I imagined it, it seemed more fun.
‘Yeah, I guess I’m crazy.’
I guess I’ve been living wrong for a long time. I turned my gaze to the side.
So-yeol of the Tang Dynasty and Wei Seol-ah of the Sword of Swords were sitting quietly watching the dance. The two people’s expressions didn’t look very lively either.
The only thing that is different from me is that I have a little bit of interest.
‘Hagiya.’
Since they were both warriors who had touched the flower scene, it was natural for them to react a little harshly.
So it’s already two o’clock.
‘If this were the case, Mo Yong-hee or Nam Gung-bia might have been better.’
Mo Yong-hee-ah was experiencing the busiest days since the beginning of the martial arts era.
There were cases where the merchant merchants moved due to the unmanned people appearing from hiding, and in the aftermath, the Baekhwa merchant merchants also began to move. The owner, Mo Yong-hee, has become very busy.
Namgungbia left out, saying it simply didn’t seem like fun.
Thinking about this, I felt a bit of regret later.
‘I should just do some training.’
Why did you come to see this?
‘If it weren’t for Seongyul, I wouldn’t have come out.’
I came here because I was worried that it looked like something was going on, but I felt like I shouldn’t have come.
‘It would have taken care of itself if I had left it alone.’
I wonder why he made such a fuss even though he said he would leave it alone.
‘I actually told Cheoljiseon not to do anything trivial.’
Contradictory behavior. I felt even more uncomfortable because I knew that well.
“hmm.”
I was about to exhale slightly, feeling an uncomfortable feeling.
“next.”
After the previous dance, dancers appear for the next dance.
Only after seeing that did I slightly adjust my posture.
Because I immediately heard an electric sound.
-posture. Sit up straight. It’s not good for your back.
“…”
I frowned, but listened.
“Waaaaaaah—!!”
A middle-aged man with a huge stature appears at the entrance. Immediately a huge cheer erupts.
It’s probably because it’s the most anticipated part of today’s business.
“It’s the king!”
Taowang Pengzhou.
He is the head of the Peng family, the guardian of Hebei. This is the appearance of six seats in the center.
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-Wow.
His appearance immediately sparked loud cheers.
Pang Zhou walked silently while hearing such cheers.
thud-! thud-! The vibration spreads with each step. A sight as if there was an earthquake nearby.
The audience seems to feel joy at the sight and cheers louder.
“It’s so-! Is this… the power of the four generations of the family?” “This kind of vibration just by walking.”
When everyone is amazed. When I heard that, I had to make a dumb expression. ‘Is it just walking?’
I feel the heat around me and curse under my breath. How come that guy never changes?
‘You’re doing the same thing as during the preliminaries.’
There seemed to be an overflow of bets, and they were being placed in all directions.
“…Ugh.”
“Hmm.”
Seeing this, Tang So-yeol and Wei Seol-ah let out a low sigh. It’s a bonus to look away as if you can’t bear to look.
That’s literally just for show. This is something that anyone who has reached a certain level cannot fail to notice.
Fortunately,
“Wow!”
Looking at the reaction, does it mean that it worked well?
The King of Dao walks up to the non-stage, exuding a bet.
Someone walks quietly behind you. Naturally, my eyes are focused on him.
A princess dressed in black from head to toe.
He was a conqueror wearing the mask of a fighting dragon.
Paejon was walking, holding his back, hiding amid the Daowang’s cheers.
“…”
Even as I walk, Faezon’s eyes are on me. Even among these countless people, they found me at once.
It sent a signal even before it came out, which means it was already detected from beyond the wall.
‘What a scary old man.’
It was a truly frightening feeling.
At that time, I hear voices around me.
“The King of Dao’s opponent is Fighting Dragon, right?”
“If you’re a fighting dragon… do you mean he’s the successor to the defeated master?”
“That’s right. “It has been famous recently.”
There is a lot of talk about Bieuijin. I naturally listened to those words.
“I don’t think there was anything in particular that showed anything at this martial arts festival. “Is that rumor true?”
“To say no, didn’t you bring a letter of recommendation from Faezon? Besides, if you’ve already made it this far, you’ve proven yourself well enough.”
“However, since the opponent is the opponent… it’s just a bit unfortunate.”
“That’s also true.”
The successor to Faezon. The expectations that come from that are beyond imagination.
The Three Honors were virtues that made it possible to know how great they were in the political faction.
only. Even such expectations have only a realistic aspect.
“Because the opponent is the king of Dao.”
“Isn’t it something you don’t know? As you can see just by looking at the Seonwolgeom… Fighting Dragon may also be in a great position.”
When my story comes out, Wei Seol-ah’s ears move slightly. It seemed like he was listening.
As Wei Xue’er and Shenlong showed. No matter how late the index is, it may be a huge expert.
There was such talk going on.
“Haha…maybe so. “But.”
The reaction of the warriors who heard this was skeptical.
“No matter what… the opponent is the King of Dao.”
“Hmm.”
The opponent is the king of Tao. That fact alone erases all possibilities.
King of Swords.
The six seats that exist in the current midfield.
The Sword King of Namgung.
The sword king of the Paeng family
and the poison king of the Tangmun family.
Geomhu of Hwasan (劍后).
In addition, there are independent kings like King Yeom and Seojang Myeonghu (明后).
The six figures who had great influence in the central plains were called the Yukjwa.
These are people who are designated based on their position and presence in a specific field, but even though they are not chosen through force alone, it does not mean that they are weak.
They were all powerful warriors.
‘I don’t know much about King Yeom or Myeonghu. Probably strong.’
Even excluding those who I had never seen in my previous life. They are all strong characters.
‘Even if it’s not at the level of a teenage expert.’
As each and every one of them is a warrior who has entered his prime. There is no one to look down on.
Shenlong and Xuanwolgeom reached the flower world?
That’s just shocking. It is impossible to reach the six thrones with just that alone.
That is the public perception.
‘Yes, just a simple perception.’
Although he is said to be a disciple of the Three Honorable Men, he is only a disciple. It doesn’t reach the king.
This is said differently.
‘Can the King of Dao reach the Three Noble Ones?’
Whether it’s six seats. Whether you’re a teenage expert or not.
Can a mere human being stuck on the ground reach Cheonoecheon floating in the sky?
Even though the heavens have come down to the earth with shackles on their feet, would anyone like the Tao King dare look up?
‘Nothing.’
It’s insignificant to even think about it.
Even though he is an old man whose nature is dirty and dirty.
Even if he is broken, he is still a loser.
‘How dare you?’
worry? It doesn’t work at all.
As I said before, Bieuijin is a loser. That fact alone solves everything.
So what I was worried about was not the safety of the loser.
‘…Please, do it in moderation.’
I hope that old man buys it in moderation.
I was hoping for just that.
Waaaaaa—!! Cheers coming from all directions. Amid the unquenchable heat, two dancers face each other on a non-stage.
The middle-aged man was looking at the young man with his arms crossed. The young man had his back turned and was looking somewhere other than the middle-aged man.
Taowang Pangzhou, a middle-aged man, furrowed his eyebrows as he watched this scene.
‘Where are you looking?’
Where is that young man looking when he sees the other person in front of him?
Pang Zhou’s expression becomes increasingly crumpled at the treatment he is not very pleased with.
‘Tsk.’
Anyway, young people these days are all cheap.
senior. What kind of treatment is that when you have yourself in front of you, and not just a senior?
‘Because he is a disciple of Faezon, I tried to treat him in his own way.’
Defeated Bijou.
He is a person who fought countless life-or-death battles and suffered countless defeats, but ultimately survived. An old man who rose to great status by contributing greatly to the war against Sapa, starting with the German martial arts that he created alone.
Pang Zhou clicked his tongue briefly, remembering that old man.
‘It’s the same whether you don’t like something, whether you’re a disciple or a teacher.’
Pang Zhou had seen Faizon a few times.
It is said that he met Peng Tae-woo when he was young, and later on, he also saw him around the time he passed the terms of service.
‘It was a shitty look.’
I still remember it.
The eyes of the old man looking at him.
A gaze that has lost all interest, as if looking at a stone. Pang Zhou felt intimidated by that cold gaze.
But of course.
‘Those eyes resemble his eyes.’
Is it because he is a later person? For some reason, I get a strong sense of defeat from this guy called Turyong.
Faezon was a scarred giant.
Unlike that old man, Fighting Dragon was just a soft lump of blood, but for some reason it felt that way.
‘That guy too. That guy is like that too…all the same.’
The same goes for the son of that bastard who will kill Gu Cheol-woon. The same goes for that guy called Turyong.
‘I need to nip it in the bud once.’
I don’t like everything. Even the fact that I was standing in such an inhospitable place.
‘…squeak.’
Pang Zhou gritted his teeth secretly. If I hadn’t risked my past and moved on, I wouldn’t have had to come to a place like this. It was a shame that I couldn’t do that.
‘How dare you think of using Pang Zhou as a clown?’
I will never forget the humiliation of this time.
Pang Zhou continued gritting his teeth. He will inevitably ascend to the position of leader and punish all those who ignored him.
Hold on now for that time.
Pang Zhou repeated this, cooled himself off, and looked ahead.
Fighting Dragon is still not looking this way. Normally, he would have gotten angry when he saw that, but Pang Zhou just raised the corner of his mouth.
The reason is no different.
‘How fortunate I am to be able to fix that messy hair.’
Now it is a position where you can legally attack your opponent. It meant that he could caress no matter what Ji-soo later looked like.
It doesn’t matter.
Be as cocky as you can. The more I do this, the rougher my hands will become.
With that in mind, Pang Zhou drew out his sword.
Cooung.
A heavy sword appeared out in the world.
A precious item originally used by the King of Tao. It is not a black amulet sword.
Since noble items cannot be used during the reign of Emperor Wei, it was a weapon provided by the King, but its value changes when the King of Dao reigns.
An incredible amount of air pressure poured out from Pang Zhou, who was holding the sword.
Coo coo coo coo coo.
“…Huh!”
“Sigh!”
There were groans here and there. It was a pressure that felt different from the previous dances.
It’s just a simple preparation posture, but with this much presence, everyone’s attention is drawn to the appearance of the Taoist King.
“Wouldn’t it be better to prepare?”
Pang Zhou spoke with pressure, and only then did Tulong’s eyes move.
Still expressionless.
Pang Zhou saw this and realized it too late.
‘Is it because I was too nervous?’
Now that I look at it, I wonder if it wasn’t that I was ignoring it, but that I was afraid of it and couldn’t see it.
‘okay. ‘I guess that’s why.’
no wonder. It didn’t make sense for someone like Hu Ji-soo to ignore him, but that could have been the case if excessive tension was the problem.
“Don’t worry. Since you will never show your true feelings towards your junior, this will be one of the few good opportunities for you. “Spread your wings to your heart’s content.”
He smiled and spoke.
Ask me as much as you want. That’s what it means. But.
“hmm.”
Turyong, who saw that, nodded and said.
“also. Father’s side is much better. “It’s a sad part.”
“…what?”
Pang Zhou reacts to the muttered words.
“I will prepare.”
Questions could no longer be asked after the referee’s words.
What did you just mean?
father? Pang Zhou questioned the incomprehensible statement, but ignored it for now.
“…Third round final, Peng Jia’s Pangzhou vs. Xi’an B’s Biyi Jin.”
The referee immediately raised his hand.
“Bimmu, start.”
It was quickly lowered again and the mixing began.
Immediately after the dance started. The two people were watching each other without much movement.
The King of Dao speaks while looking at Turyong, who is standing still as if he is nervous.
“As a senior, I will yield three moves.”
“…”
third time. Upon hearing this, Turyong’s eyes widen.
Was he surprised by the King’s consideration?
“…Oh, right. Senior… I see.”
“…”
As expected, he seemed extremely nervous. I felt like I was out of my mind.
Turyong, whose eyes widened for a moment, quickly took up arms and spoke to the King of Dao.
“I already had a few things to check. Thank you for your consideration.”
What are you checking? The moment when Dowang was about to become interested for a moment.
Step by step.
The fighting dragon started walking. Slowly, step by step, I approach the king.
Seeing this, the King of Dao laughed.
‘Walk?’
Even if you sincerely charge at me, it’s not enough, so you’re walking now? This is absurd.
Hiss.
Tung-!
“!?”
A situation that occurred suddenly. The King of Dao looks at this and catches his breath.
‘what?’
I was raising my arms without realizing it.
Also, you can feel the texture. What is this? The King of Dao, who realized the situation, could not help but be even more surprised.
Turyong, who had been walking from a distance, was suddenly in front of the king. He attacked himself with a kick, and the king raised his arm to block it.
A situation that was prevented solely by instinct. The King of Dao, who had not properly recognized the attack, was embarrassed.
But what’s surprising is that this wasn’t the end.
“This is too weak.”
Turyong, who was recovering his foot, muttered.
Then.
Kuuuung-!
“Huh!? “Gasp!”
Suddenly, I felt a huge shock in my abdomen.
This time it’s the same as before. Turyong’s fist pierced the Daowang’s abdomen.
Kwazijic-!
The self-defense equipment that surrounded me was broken.
Whoop-! A huge body floats low in the air.
The King of Dao immediately wrapped his arms around the bet and landed on his body.
Fighting-!
At the same time, he takes a few steps back and grabs his abdomen with his large hands.
“Huh…huh….”
I almost felt nauseous without even realizing it.
“You…what are you doing now…!”
Still a knot of pain in my abdomen. The King of Dao asked while holding back his body from trembling.
“Hmm.”
Turyong nods his head a couple of times as he looks at Daowang.
“This is too strong. “It would be just right in the middle.”
Afterwards, he smiled with satisfaction as if he had confirmed something.
Then he pointed his finger at the king.
“There is no need for a third time. Come in now.”
Fazon was confident.
Okay, this is enough. He thought it was just this much.
It seemed like he could beat the king without killing him.
