Chapter 111

Episode 111:

There are two matches left until the winner of the dance competition.

The number of participants that had reached four figures is now only four left.

The Huashan Sect’s Tianyu Dojo, the Kunlun Sect’s Hakkyung Dojo, the Hebei Peng Family’s Peng Yanji, and me.

For reference, Cheonwoo Dojang’s opponent in the eight-strong match was Hwang Bo-jin.

I heard that they barely achieved victory after a bloody close battle.

‘It’s worth the struggle. They have similar skills.’

It is said that he suffered internal injuries during the fierce fight, but he would probably appear in good condition by the time of the semifinal match, as if he had never been injured.

The recovery power of Cheonwoo Dojo is far beyond that of an ordinary person.

After defeating Cheonwoo Dojang in the semifinals, all that was left was the finals.

Hakkyung seal and Paengyeonji.

It was the name and name of the province in my memory.

Future Seonryong (仙龍) and Dobong (刀鳳).

Even in their previous lives, they had achieved high grades in the Yongbong branch and earned the title of Yongbong.

The winner of the two would face me in the finals.

“How is it?”

The old Taoist monk, who introduced himself as an elder of the Kunlun sect, asked while fiddling with his sharp beard as if revealing his mischievous personality.

I sat down with a request to intentionally lose to a disciple of a monk who had not yet reached the finals.

It was just amazing.

Isn’t it embarrassing for an old man who is old enough to be younger than him?

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”

“what?”

“Please go back.”

I solemnly gave the order to congratulate the guests.

It was a suggestion not worth considering.

The old master held onto his sleeve and asked him to listen to the end of the story, but he threatened to scream and call someone if he bothered him any longer, so he ended up curling up and retreating.

‘As the victory approaches, everything is going wrong.’

I clicked my tongue and opened the window to the outside.

The air in the room felt stuffy, perhaps because the old master had come and gone.

As I sat with my arms against the window sill and got some fresh air, my irritated mood subsided a little.

I experienced a lot while staying in Honam.

Fight with Hwang Bo-jin, meet with So Hyeon-geom, fight with Lee Kang-hak, treat Lee Soo-yeon, hunt down the assassin, make a bet with Chang-in Dojang, meet the Murim Lord, obtain Gongcheong Oil, arrange a meeting between Seon-hye Dojang and Damun, and establish a relationship with Man Rik-kwon. He was attacked by black swordsmen, received a visit from Commander-in-Chief Zhuge Huan, and was asked to have an illegal match by Manjunggeom.

‘Looking back, I’ve been through a lot of really dirty things.’

It felt strange to think that all of this had happened in such a short period of time.

The Murim Alliance claims to be a group that protects justice.

In the area where the headquarters of the Murim League is located, I witnessed various injustices and corruption.

‘This is why people from political factions are called hypocrites.’

I didn’t really have any illusions about the martial arts faction.

Because I’ve already gone through enough experiences in my past life that I’m sick of it.

I was able to reflect on my goal once again.

I had no intention of wasting my life for the hypocrites of a hateful political faction like the old Taoist of the Kunlun faction that I had just kicked out.

Righteousness and compliance?

Baekdo Murim’s well-being and peace?

That was probably a good thing.

There is only one thing I wish for.

He became an elder of the clan and lived a life of whining.

It was enough for me and the people around me to eat well and live well.

I will live this life for myself, not for others.

* * *

The semifinal match has begun.

Cheonwoo Dojang and I exchanged light chatting while pointing our swords at each other in the center of the off-stage.

“It’s a new feeling to stand face to face at the competition venue like this.”

“exactly? “I was so nervous that I couldn’t sleep well at night.”

The new model that had been pushed rose into the air.

A smile of repentance appeared on the corner of Cheonwoo Dojang’s mouth.

His face looked as if he was confident of his victory.

I smiled and focused my brain energy on my toes, saying ‘pick’.

A membrane of brain energy was formed and it condensed to form a small sphere.

A new use of brain energy that I only recently discovered.

I kicked the sphere and leaped high into the sky.

Pow!

The sphere exploded and a roar engulfed the area.

Dojang Cheonwoo looked at me with a blank expression as I lightly landed in the center of the non-stage and asked.

“Isn’t that too much?”

“What do you mean?”

“How hard did I push the small cooperatives?”

“It wasn’t a bad attempt.”

“.......”

“It looks like he wanted to push it out of the arena, but unfortunately his feet didn’t touch the floor.”

“It’s a step in the middle of nowhere. “I never thought I could perform such a skill.”

“It’s a little different. “I haven’t reached the level where I can use such amazing techniques.”

I shook my head and responded slyly.

The method that Dokgo Woojin had previously used against Haomun’s elite came to mind.

How surprised I was to see him gliding smoothly down the empty space as if on an slanted platform.

Compared to that, I was still immature.

“ha. “I thought I had it all figured out.”

Dojang Cheonwoo sighed deeply.

His physical condition was serious at first glance.

His uniform was in tatters, and blood was dripping from wounds all over his body.

Because he charged too hard without taking care of his body, he suffered quite a few injuries.

On the other hand, I didn’t even have trouble breathing, let alone got injured.

It was a scene where the superiority and inferiority between each other was clearly revealed.

Dojang Cheonwoo returned his sword to its sheath and said.

“I admit defeat.”

“victor! Yeonsun!”

As soon as the referee declared the winner, loud cheers erupted.

The crowd chanting my name at the top of their lungs.

After getting off the stage, I glanced back at an old man sitting in the VIP section.

The old man, Sohyeongeom, nodded with a smile on his wrinkled mouth.

‘It’s time.’

The time has finally arrived to build reputation and achievements.

* * *

Two rumors circulated throughout Hunan Province.

< The true identity of Zhejiang's divine saint, Hu Myeonhyeop, is Yeon Yeon-woon, who has currently advanced to the finals of the Bimu Competition. > < The third disciple of the Demonic Cultist, Yeoksal-gun, who was plotting some kind of plan targeting the Yongbong Branch while secretly in Honam, is So Hyeon-geom and Yeon Yeon-un. They were subjugated through a joint operation. >

The residents of Honam were surprised by the two rumors that were spread through Meng and Hao Mun.

A strong candidate to win the competition.

Previous experience working as a member of the Homyeonhyup Association.

Achievement in subduing an army of assassins.

When these three things came together, public opinion burned like wildfire.

People in the world were arguing over my inaction.

Some people argued that I would have already reached the level of a 100-year-old expert, while others reacted negatively, saying that it would not be at that level.

A lot of people’s attention was focused on me.

Even influential figures in the Maeng Dynasty attempted to contact me.

‘Good.’

After declaring that I would refuse all visits until the competition ended, I stayed in my dorm and stretched out with a happy expression on my face.

Everything was going as intended.