Chapter - 289 Episode 289. The end is another beginning. (4)

Jong Nigok glared at the rain with fearsome eyes. The sight of the disciples carrying the fallen letter of death penetrated his eyes were sorely.

God d*mn it.

The sound of grinding teeth rang low.

I know I should never show my feelings when I think about my face, but Jong Nigok just couldn't control his anger.

What a shame!'

He shook his body, clenching his fist hard enough for his fingernails to dig into his palm.

The crowd's cheers were endless.

This was a deadly thing to do.

The fact that Jong-nam lost to Hwasan in the last Jonghwa branch is now quite famous. It's not Hwasan's leap forward, but Jongnam's shame is overflowing.

But at least a few of them saw it then. There weren't many people who saw it in person, so there were far more people who couldn'

But now this beemoo has so many eyes to watch. If they speak only once, the world will all know Jongnam's defeat.

And there was one more thing that angered Jong Nigok.

"How?"

That sword technique.

That prosecution that just defeated Jong-han is so familiar.

Don't you think Jongnam's twelve-story transplant, which he made with all his heart and soul, looks so similar?

How did you restore it? I don't think there's any more left in Hwasan.'

That sword, like the symbol of Hwasan!

It was then.

"……24-year-old painting."

A groan-like voice came out of Bop Jeong's mouth.

Then everyone on the platform turned to him.

"Amitabha Buddha, a long-written writer of Hwasan. Has he regained the 24-year-old's law?"

"That's right."

"Oh……."

Bop Jeong opened his eyes wide and looked at Hyun Jong. The eyes were wide open.

"Hwasan was heartbroken to hear that he had lost the purification of the Wasan test, and he succeeded in restoring it. It's really something to celebrate."

"Don't mention it. Luckily, I was able to retrieve the wages left by my ancestors."

"Let's see, well. Wasan's strides were considered inexplicable. That's the kind of sad story. Who in the world would ignore Hawsan if he had regained the 24th parallel?"

In Bop Jeong's words, Hyun Jong held the charges.

To be fair, that statement does not hold true.

It was long before Hwasan started his stride, and the recall of the Twenty-Fourth Peddling Test was only a focus on his stride.

But you don't have to confirm that to them.

"I'm just satisfied that I've recovered the swords of my ancestors. And……."

Hyun Jong turns his head slightly and looks at the rain stage. While the eyes were shifting, I could clearly see that Jong Nikok's face was horribly stiff.

"There's nothing more I can ask for if I can get good results with that test.""

Jong Nigok's fist trembled.

God d*mn it.

a twenty-fourth purchase method

The prosecution that symbolized Hwasan and caused Jongnam to receive a terrible assessment of his inferiority for hundreds of years.

To make matters worse, Hwasan is said to have recovered the sword. In addition, Jongnam's twelve-story transplant was defeated by the sword.

"The twelve-year-old transplant is a sword that has moved further from the twenty-fourth-year-old plum blossoms." If you learn it properly, you will never be defeated by the 24-year-old prosecutor's law. Never!'

But the result now revealed is the opposite.

Jong Seo-han's understanding of the twelve-story transplantation cannot be inferior to Baek Cheon's understanding of the twenty-fourth-purchase method.

Nevertheless, Jong Seo-han lost miserably without even trying his best.

Clenched lips, Jong Nigok looked towards Jin Geum Ryong.'You should never be defeated.'

The letter of death can be lost the letter of death.

But Jin Geum Ryong's loss is different in its symbolism. The moment he loses, Jong-nam has no choice but to admit that his late players of his time fell short of Hawsan.

I can't bear that disgrace.

Besides...

Isn't Baek Cheon everything?

Jong Nigok's eyes turned to Chung-Myung.

"Hwasan The Dragon."

And everyone else in Hwasan who is comparable to that Baek Cheon.

A cool chill passed through Jong Nigok's heart.

'Maybe.'

Now he may be watching the moment when Hwasan overtakes Jongnam.

I don't want to admit it at all.

* * *

An uprising passes through my face sharply.

Whoosh!

As the uprising split the air, Jo-Gol's cheeks split. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, but Jo-Gol's eyes didn't shake at all.

Faster and stronger!'

Whether it is the finals or not, the opponent's batting bat is sharp. It is definitely a different level of strength from those who have experienced in the preliminary rounds.

But it's not to the point of not being able to deal with it. When it comes to sharpness, the sword of the Yun-Jong death penalty is much sharper, and when it comes to delicateness, it is not as much as Confucianism.

The overall level was much higher for Baek Cheon, and what about the momentum?

Not even on the tip of Chung-Myung's toes.'

Once again Jo-Gol understood who he had been up against.

If I had trained alone, I would never have reached this level.

There are death penalty cases that fight together and work together, and there are people who reach out far away from the distant places and lead them, so they could rise to the level now.

Jo-Gol clenched his teeth.

Let's keep our hearts are cold. Make your head colder!

"Ta-da!"

His sword drew a sharp trajectory.

It was the plum blossoms of Jo-Gol.

Different from that of Chung-Myung, different from that of Baek Cheon.

Plum blossoms blooming at every peak of Hwasan. How can it be the same if each of them is different from each other?

A plum blossom that can't contain itself and just looks for its older brother is a dead plum. It's a word that's been heard countless times and stuck in the bones and heart!

His plum blossoms quickly wrap a flying rod through the sun.

Kakakakan!

The sound of iron hitting each other spread as soon as the plum blossoms and batches of swords collided.

In time, the flying rod bounced off.

Jo-Gol didn't miss the gap.

Flashing!

A ray of sunlight shines through the petals of plum blossoms that bloom like clouds.

"Oops!"

The open beggar slumped to the spot with a flashing sword dug into his chest.

"Stop!"

A loud voice is coming in.

"This is a win for Hwasan Jo-Gol!"

Jo-Gol recovered the sword, took the lead, and still captured it.

"Well learned."

Then he turned to a restrained move and came down from the stage.

By then, the audience could no longer cheer with ease.

Someone said, swallowing dry saliva.

"Well, isn't this really how Hwasan's gonna win?"

"No way?"

"No, it's not something to say. Isn't there about a hundred people left? After today, there are only sixty-four left. We still have the most students left of Hawsan, what if we beat him?"

"…Come to think of it."

"If Hwasan wins, it's going to be a big surprise. What a ridiculous thing to happen."The middle class kept their mouths shut and looked at the place where Hwasan's disciples gathered.

You're going to win?'

Hwasan이?

I used to say it like a joke, but now it can't be a joke anymore.

It was obvious that if Hwasan won the show, it would be the biggest event in nearly a hundred years.

Isn't this a big deal?'

HWASAN is a group of people who were kicked out of the old decades ago. Those people will come to the arena and win the championship after defeating all the prominent players of the Gu File Room and Oh Dae-sega?

If so, it is tantamount to proving that the eyes of those who decided to expel Hwasan from the old file room at the time were wrong.

From the perspective of the old file room, even dog shame does not have such a shame.

"Isn't it already proven to some extent? Who can deny that Hwasan deserves to be in the old school just because he's out now?"

"Isn't that too much? They're the reviewers."

"Is the upper man living a thousand years? Is there any guarantee that Hwasan won't be the world's biggest problem in the future?"

"…none."

"Then the Goofile room will be the idiots who kicked out the world's first door from the Goofile room. Am I wrong?"

"……."

No one could easily answer.

It's too profane to answer recklessly. And it is also worrisome that what they say might go into the ear of the old file room.

But even though they couldn't say it, they were all thinking the same thing.

'The old file room is a total disgrace.'

'You'll see the look on your face.'

Most of these people here knew. In fact, this arena was created by people called prestigious people to show off their power.

Internally, they promote the friendship of the prestigious people and externally show off the power of the prestigious people. It was clear that the goal was to further strengthen the leadership of the world's leading elite.

But things are changing rapidly with Hawsan interrupting here.

What if Hwasan wins like this?

"Hwasan will be gulping down the sumptuous feast set up by the famous people.'

The eyes of the middle class began to wander strangely.

I miss you.

It may be a sight that will never be seen again, not only throughout life but also throughout history. The desire to see such a moment in person began to spread among the audience.

And Chung-Myung, who was watching the scene, rolled up the corners of his mouth.

You're doing a great job.'

This was why he insisted that even one more person participate in the arena be presented with a gold album.

Chung-Myung won?

Of course that would be nice.

But wouldn't it be a shame to go back after receiving the results of "Hwasan's best performance in the world"?

To those gathered here, we should show the strength of Hwasan, not the strength of Chung-Myung.

It should clearly give the impression that Hwasan, the Maehwa inspection, has finally revived after a long period of pride in his perfection.

That way!

Chung-Myung raised his eyes slightly.

'Cause I'll be able to feed those old men the right way to go.'

Perhaps you will no longer be able to see the steaming in peace.

"So far, we've been so amicable."

I'll make you feel like your blood is drying up every day, so wait.

"Chung-Myung stamp! Here's the dividend...…."

"Oh, right!"

Chung-Myung grinned and ran to the stand. I took a new bag out of my arms and swept the stakes.

"It's good to be heavy!"

He happily packed his bag and grabbed a bunch of slips again.

"The next match is between Jin Geum Ryong of Jongnam and Cheongseong's……."

"Meet Jin Geum Ryong!""The next match is against Namung Dowi of the Namgung Palace.…."

"Meet Namgung Dowi!"

"Hwasan의 Yoon-Jong과……."

"Hwasan Yoon-Jong and meow!"

"Yoo-Esul and meow!"

..

"Hye Yeon, 100,000!"

"30,000 to the white sky!"

Slap, slop!

Chung-Myung's back was piled up in piles of sacks.

And everyone who saw the scene was astonished.

Did you get all of this right?'

"Is he a provincial deity.

Shouldn't this be a hoax?'

Some even looked incredibly suspicious.

Predicting the outcome of the game?

It is not that difficult.

If those gathered here are told to predict the outcome with all their assets on the line, the chances of selling them roughly can be confident.

The problem is the remaining two hal.

That means that you can hit the eight-hals, which means you're wrong.

And that's all too natural. If we can know the outcome of the match for sure before we fight, why do we need Bimu?

Those who lose money because of the probability of that lower income will happen. But that Chung-Myung was already trying to win dozens of rounds.

Bags of money piled up behind his back proved the fact.

There was a proud smile that could not be hidden around his mouth as he looked at the wealth.

"Hehehe!"

"That, that!"

"The Taoist!'

"Oh, that's mean!'

They have no choice but to watch the money that goes out of their pockets accumulate in other people's hands. Gamblers' eyes grew more and more grim.

"Next up is Tang-Soso of Hwasan and Jongnam……."

Even before Wirip San was finished, the venomous gamblers shouted.

"Four hundred meats in Dang-Soso!"

"I'm a thousand for Dang-Soso!"

"Two thousand meats in Dang-Soso!"

"What? 2,000?"

"Don't say things you don't know! So far, Hwasan has won everything! Besides, isn't that a Hwasan guy? So far, he's been walking all the way over Hwasan's disciples! It's a dividend, it's a bunch of crap, we'll win!"

Those who realized that they would be humiliated if they were looking for reverse dividends began to pour all the money they had today into the Dang-Soso side.

Rather than spending a lot of money half-heartedly, he wanted to earn money steadily by walking along Chung-Myung.

In an instant, money piled up on the Dan-Soso side of the board.

"Well."

Chung-Myung grinned at the sight.

"Now you seem to have some eyes."

Everyone who heard it breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I think the board is a bit tilted."

Chung-Myung began collecting vouchers from the bag behind his back.

And…….

Chin!

The slip he threw fell exactly on the other side of the pile of stakes.

"A hundred and fifty thousand for Jongnam's Isong Baek."

"……."

Gamblers looked at Chung-Myung with trembling eyes.

Chung-Myung looked shrugged.

"Why?"

"……."

You can't bet there!

You son of a b*tc*, Malcolm!

The eyes of the middle class were filled with extra moisture.