Chapter 190 -

Baek Moo-seong's new model soared as if it were bouncing.

The chair he had just been sitting on made a loud noise, but he didn't care. Not only Baek Moo-seong, but everyone in this place was the same.

"What is this?"

"what!"

"Ba, what just happened?"

I thought it was over. Jin Tae-kyung showed much better skills than expected, but eventually lost Cheol-woo's martial arts weapon.

Changsoo who lost his spear and the climax of Kwonsa.

Victory and defeat were clear.

No, it seemed obvious.

until just a moment ago.

"What the hell happened?"

"that is… … "

Baek Moo-seong twitched his lips at Lee So-wol's question. He still couldn't believe it easily, but he missed Jin Tae-gyeong's movements for a moment.

All I saw was something white.

'I feel like I'm possessed by a ghost.'

The impossible happened.

Baek Moo-seong, who had been silent, opened his mouth. Soon, a hint of shame came out of his voice.

"I do not know."

Once again there was a wave. Eun-hyang, who had watched Baek Moo-seong more closely than anyone else, opened her eyes wide.

"Brother, no, it's a dialogue."

"It is true. Say nothing."

He entered the Hwasan Sect at the age of five, became a disciple of Cheon-gumin, and is called Hwasan's best equipment.

Although he is still young, Lee Rip, his status is on par with the elders.

'The first volcanic material… … A passing dog must be laughing.'

Baek Moo-seong turned his head with a complaint. A man with a bright smile entered his gaze.

Moo-seong Baek came to a realization ten years ago through a single encounter. The volcano's number one registration is the fact that he is not himself.

"Cheongpung Sasuk."

"Tell me," Sajil Cheongpung answered without turning his head. His eyes, fixed on the stage, were shining with interest.

"Tell me. how he moved."

Amid everyone's gaze, Cheongpung's mouth opened.

"It was fast."

People were blown away. To say it was fast, I didn't want such a simple and easy answer.

Baek Moo-seong said in an anxious voice.

"That's not what I meant by asking."

"i know. But that's all."

"… … What do you mean?"

"The benefactor learned only one footwork and singing method. They are crude but practical martial arts, but there is nothing that can be called divine skill." Cheongpung smiled brightly.

"It was just fast. Much more than iron cattle sand."

Baek Moo-sung was speechless.

It is not that he has learned the new technology, but it does not mean that he has the power to save money.

To him, Jin Tae-kyung was just a late exponent of a frontier shaman with outstanding military talent.

'How could such a thing be possible?'

The human body has limitations. What makes the Murim people special is that they go beyond their limits with martial arts and virtuosity.

However, Cheongpung was saying that Jin Tae-gyeong had exceeded that limit without any special martial arts.

Baek Moo-seong unknowingly spit out a strong denial.

"Impossible."

Cheongpung shook his head.

"It is possible. benefactor."

"...!"

"After reading the format of the right to recover in two days, they fought back. If Cheolwoo Sajil had known that fact, he would have found another way."

"The decryption right, in two days?"

The right to decryption is an unquestionable rise. It is strong and strong like a martial artist who subdues a tiger, and its herbivore is also very dense.

Even the disciples of the Volcano Sect, who have already been recognized for their talents, take a full year to learn the form of decryption rights and the formula.

But it's only two days.

'The second one had no choice but to lose.'

Baek Moo-sung's eyelids trembled slightly.

It seemed that he now understood why the young Sa-sook in front of him wanted to stay with Jin Tae-kyung.

'There was one more monster.'

Jin Tae-kyung, the sleep dragon of Shanseo.

He was literally a sleepy dragon. Although he is now hidden in the shadows of the periphery, soon he will spread his wings and soar into the sky.

'I was too arrogant.'

Baek Moo-seong clenched his fists tightly.

His nails dug into his skin, but the shame outweighed the pain.

Could it be that he was intoxicated by the name of the volcanic wave?

Even before he started the dance, the winner and the loser were already decided in his mind.

'I always told the priests to be humble, but I couldn't do that myself.'

——————

It is a day of many thoughts.

Baek Moo-seong sighed quietly and took a fist at Jin Wi-gyeong.

"Daehyup Jin. I apologize for the rudeness I committed earlier."

"Oh, no."

Jin Wi-gyeong's expression hardened when he received the apology.

As Baek Moo-seong knew, he said that he cherished his two children like treasures. I couldn't help but be angry because I put Jin Tae-kyung down in front of such a person.

Baek Moo-sung spoke politely.

"Me and my priest have learned a great deal. Now that the victory or defeat seems to have been decided, I think it's okay to end the match."

"I guess so."

Qin Weiqing nodded with a heavy face and stood up.

A small murmur leaked from between his lips so that no one could understand.

"… … Wow, this is it."

It was Jin Wi-gyeong who did not know that he would win.

The grand banquet hall was as quiet as if it had been covered with cold water. Not only the good people, but also the Murim people look as if they have seen a ghost.

Even though you can't see it, Cheol-woo must have a similar face. The guy who was as stiff as a stone statue asked with a trembling voice.

"Uh, how?"

"well."

"Ho, are you by any chance Lee Hyeong-hwan-wi?"

"This hyung is a bit fast. Are you surprised?"

"To evade the right to decryption so easily… … "

"It was a lot slower than your private school. You should train hard when you go back."

It's true. Compared to Cheongpung's, the decryption rights that Cheol-woo unfolded were much slower and the movements were bigger.

Touro is obvious, but there is no reason not to avoid it. Especially if the [Agility] stat exceeded 300.

"Destructive power is meaningful when you hit the opponent with quick and accurate movements. Got it?"

"… … How dare you discipline me."

"dare? Discipline? You still don't understand the situation?"

I laughed and stabbed Cheol-wu in the back of the neck with a steel fork.

As the sharp cross section pierces the skin, the guy's big body trembles. kid, it's fun

"Taewon, Jinga, and Danso murderers have taken care of the Volcano Chain Confessor, so don't worry!"

"This bastard!"

"Hey, don't move. I hate seeing blood."

"You, you are dead when you come down."

"Well, it looks like the rain is over for now, so try the next opportunity."

Just in time, we see Jin Wi-gyeong getting up from his seat.

Due to Cheol-woo's personality, there's no way he'd surrender first, so he seems to be trying to end the fight at this point.

Before long, a powerful voice filled the large hall.

"You both fought well!"

"Waaaaaa!"

The spirited crowd responded with wild cheers.

It is understandable because I watched the performance of top masters in front of me, which is hard to see even with money.

"Okay, it's over now. Good work."

It was an easier quest than I thought.

The moment I removed the steel casket from Cheol-woo's neck with a refreshing smile.

snap!

A hand the size of a pot lid grabbed my wrist.

"uh?"

"It's not over yet!"

I forgot for a moment. What kind of person is Cheol-woo?

A man blinded by love. The one whose heart started beating after being dead for twenty-five years. Without Lee So-wol's permission, he can neither die nor live… … .

In a word, he's crazy. As a synonym, there is a Sibeolnom.

'There's no way a guy like that would give up easily.'

I don't know anything else, but there's only one thing, and one power is a guy who was born with divine power. In front of this guy in Cheongpungdo, I have to give him a hand.

Cheol-woo said in a confident tone.

"If I catch you once, that's it."

There's something I was careless about, but this guy's manners are so shit?

Ah, you blind in love. I let out a deep sigh.

"file. It's cold."

"Is that a will?"

"no. Ting-eon."

"You talk nonsense every now and then.

give up this joke Then I'll see you from here."

"Did I tell you?"

"what?"

"I was proposed to by Sojeo Lee."

"This bitch!"

A scream erupted from the crowd.

It was because Cheol-wu, who had veins all over his body, pinned me to the ground with tremendous force.

No, I was trying to plug it in.

"What are you crying?"

"Huhhhh!"

My red-hot face turns white, dyed with my purple light.

A tremendous force pulled my wrist, but I didn't budge.

"Oh, that's good."

Even the temporarily increased [Competitor] title effect and newly granted points. Currently, the power that dwells in my body far exceeds human limits.

Even Cheolwoo, who was born with a huge physique and divine power,

"At this level, the strength stat would easily exceed 200 silver."

"What is this!"

"young."

My grinning face is reflected in the startled eyes of the young guy.

"My older brother has over 300 strength. Even before the distribution of points, I counted more than you."

gimmick? If you don't touch it, it's over. power, speed. I was ahead in every way. Even if I fought as it was, the final winner would have been me.

Nevertheless, the reason for the distribution of points was simple.

"A guy like you needs to be properly stepped on so he won't mess around again."

"Such a dog… … !"

The fist that had been thrown out like a flash of lightning pierced the guy's temple. The muscular giant stumbles and then collapses.

cooong!

At the same time, the waiting sound rang out.

belt ring.

– quest,

[There's a Man Who Loves You So Much] Successfully completed!

– I got a lot of experience as a quest reward!

– Massive fame as a quest reward!

– Level up!

– Level up!

"Off-billion. I really enjoyed the meal."

after a moment of silence.

Tremendous cheers filled the grand banquet hall.

The gate of Jinga in Taewon, about 200 meters away from the grand banquet hall. The low-ranking soldier, who was listening to the loud cheers, made a fuss.

"Did you just hear?"

Someone leaning crookedly at the gate answered.

"heard."

"The Three Gongja-nim broke the right to defeat!"

"okay."

"… … Why is your reaction like that? It's the right to defeat, the Volcano faction's three plum blossoms!"

"I know, child."

"The Three Gongja-nim won that right of defeat? Aren't you surprised, Captain?"

"huh. I am not surprised anymore."

Hyuk Moo-jin, the head gatekeeper of Taewon's Jinga, yawned and continued.

"I followed that nobleman and saw all the stars. You can call him the master of this body only if you break the circle of defeat."

"omg! Are you already in line?"

"What are you waiting in line for?"

Hyukmujin laughed.

"One day the lord told me that. Look at this, Hyuk Moo-in. be my right hand without you… … A low-ranking soldier interjected with his sullen face.

"Wait a minute. Are you the Prince Sam?

You don't speak very well."

"Did you cut off my words just now?"

"Chief, it's not like that."

"Mr. Are you friends with that guy? Do you know better than me?"

"no."

"I mean the child. I'm a man! Let's overcome life and death together! Eat rice together! I'm done, man."

"… … yes. Do you want to talk?"

"It should have come out that way. Anyway, the lord at that time."

It was the moment when Hyuk Moo-jin, who had softened, was about to continue his words.

"Too noisy for a meeting."

"What do you guys know? They seem to have accepted both dogs and cows in a good mood."

"Tsk tsk."

A voice can be heard over the light darkness that has settled down before you know it.

Hyuk Mu-jin clicked his tongue and asked the lower-ranking soldier.

"Didn't all the VIPs on the list come?"

"Uh, first of all, all the people who were supposed to visit today have arrived."

"Then what is it, are you just a person who came after hearing rumors?"

"Isn't that likely?"

"First, double check the roster."

Moojin Hyuk grumbled inwardly and straightened his leaning body.

Then, he shouted at the four figures who were getting closer and closer.

"affection? I am Hyuk Moo-jin, the leader of the floodgates of Taewon and Jinga. Reveal your identity and purpose!"

An old voice answered.

"Roaring Swordsman."

"Roaring Swordsman. Where is the priest?"

"Zongnam faction."

"Jongnam faction. Other people need to check their faces too, so come closer… … oh."

Hyuk Moo-jin, who was scrawling the three letters "Jong Nam-pa" on the wooden board, hesitated.

As I slowly raised my head, I saw a skinny old man and three middle-aged soldiers with arrogant expressions.

"Joe, Jongnam?"

The old man in the lead stared at Hyukmujin with burning eyes.

"Jin Tae-gyeong, Cheongpung. Guide these two right now."