episode_0049

“Docheol, the leader of the Hongryun faction! Another win!”

“Oh my! Check that guy’s pockets! Didn’t he come from somewhere where he ate Hwandan?”

“Oh my! What are you going to do with my money? my money! My money!”

Docheol was continuing his winning streak. The middle-aged man was watching the situation with an uncomfortable expression. In his expectations, Do-cheol should have been eliminated or turned into a corpse by Ja-myeong Sword, but what Do-cheol actually showed was overwhelming strength.

No matter who attacks you, you easily dodge the opponent’s attacks and attack yourself like lightning. His neat fighting style made the middle-aged man uncomfortable.

“He’s quite skilled, right? If he had that level of skill, he would have just caught Munju of the Hongryun faction.”

Bimusalsu, who sneaked into the VIP room, spoke in a low voice to the middle-aged man. The VIPs caught a glimpse of the non-musalsu’s face and either shrugged their shoulders or responded with indifference. The middle-aged man said while looking down at the stadium with a sullen expression.

“What does that matter? What matters is what happens to that guy today. It doesn’t matter how talented that guy is.”

“But isn’t it a bit of a waste to kill young blood like this?”

The middle-aged man looked at Bimusalsu. There was no life in the glance, so the non-killer’s face naturally hardened.

“It’s strange that you are worried about Moorim’s future.”

Bimusalsu knew what the middle-aged man meant by ‘strange’. He nodded and then took a step back. A murderer who has been killing young people because he finds them annoying has no right to judge the value of others.

As it had been the case up until now, this time too, all it had to do was kill one person.

Bimusalsu muttered as he watched Docheol running with great momentum.

“I’ll finish it quickly.”

*******

A muscular man came out from the direction of the VIP room and was coming towards the guest room. I’ve never heard of a non-musketeer making a bad impression, but the average of those participating in this competition is from third to second rate. Among them, there is no way that there is a person who could be connected to the Murim Alliance or the VIPs of the Old File Room.

Therefore, it was clear that the guy coming from the VIP section could not be killed.

He was showing off his bulging muscles, and he was wearing old clothes that looked like they were open, so his muscles were visible through the holes. He wore a chain and a weight around his waist like a belt, and there was a knife mark on his face.

He was staring at me as closely as I was looking at him, and his eyes were so narrow and elongated that they gave the impression that he had painted with a brush.

“See you in the finals.”

The guy’s voice was as rough as his appearance. Even though he was just talking, a fierce dog was growling and giving off an intimidating feeling. Life flashed in his eyes, and I was convinced that he was a non-killer.

I nodded and said.

“It’s an honor to face a fighter like you in the finals.”

He still had some sparring left, but he was talking as if he would of course make it to the finals.

It’s a natural thing. Because it’s a non-killing beast.

Since his match was scheduled to follow soon, I turned my attention to the stage where the match would be held. The opposing warrior had already climbed onto the battlefield and was warming up.

The opponent’s martial artist was a martial artist who mainly practiced leg techniques and used flashy and irregular foot techniques. Every time I hit the floor with my feet noisily, a thick layer of dust rose up.

“Hoop! Wow! Ah!”

Each time a kick was made in the air, the sound of the wind cutting along with a strange sound of energy rang out, and onlookers watching nearby were busy predicting victory or defeat.

“Which of the two do you think will win?”

“Uh-huh, this guy. You’re saying that because you haven’t seen Oh Mi-jun’s strategy yet!”

“No, did you see the martial arts that big guy uses? You won’t be a match for me!”

To me, the outcome was obvious, but the man who used that strategy seemed to be more talented than I thought. As if he was confident in his own skills, he was not at all intimidated by the intimidating appearance of the non-musal beast, and stretched out his feet and spoke.

“Please help me.”

“Please do me a favor.”

After the two people finished greeting, the host waved his hand. The man waiting at the end of the stage rang a gong, and at the same time as the gong sounded, Oh Mi-jun’s kick flew towards the non-musalsu. It was not a quick and flawless attack like Sanyeo, but its speed was so fierce that it flew into the non-musal beast like a swallow.

“What?”

but.

Instead of avoiding Oh Mi-jun’s kick, the non-armored assassin grabbed the guy’s ankle and slammed him to the ground as if he was playing with a doll.

bang!

“Wow!”

The sound of bones breaking was heard, and Omajun screamed like an animal. When the assassin lifted up the body again, Oh Mi-jun’s feet were completely shattered and trembled like a broken umbrella.

“Ugh! Ahhh!”

“s, winner! Seokcheon’s exploits!”

“Ugh! Ahhh!”

Oh Mi-jun was carried away screaming horribly. It was questionable whether that bridge could be repaired with the connections and wealth of a third-rate military man. Bimusalsu smiled brightly and opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry. You were so strong that I gained strength without even realizing it.”

His tone of voice was generous, but his actions were violent. That sense of estrangement made him seem like a more vicious person.

And the non-musal beast looked at me. Is this your intention to scare me? He was quite the bastard to brutally crush people with that intention. He returned to the guesthouse with a murderous expression on his face, and now the only players left in the guesthouse were me and Bimusalsu.

As soon as he returned, he sat down where he could face me and focused his eyes on me. If you saw him tighten his eyebrows, it would look like he was trying to kill someone by glaring at them.

Of course, no matter how much he threatened me, I had no reason to surrender. With the Murim Alliance out to get rid of me, there was no way for me to escape unless I could prove my skills.

I told him.

“You’re using too much effort, calm down. Where can I run away?”

“Surrender. If you get scared and run away, you can save your life.”

Bimusalsu looked at me intently and said. I knew it wasn’t just blackmail, but knowing didn’t change anything. I said, raising my glass.

“It’s been a long time since I joined the world of martial arts, but I still don’t know the world. If you run away at a time like this, where does it live? Is this martial arts world generous enough to embrace cowards?”

The muscles on the non-musal beast’s body swelled. His muscles were so tight that even if I hit him with an axe, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to hit him properly. He said, subtly showing off his muscles.

“If you catch me, you will never be able to use martial arts again. The guys who believed in my skills and were picky in front of me were destroyed like the guy who just used that strategy.”

I said, showing the ax on my belt.

“I also went around crushing a lot of guys who boasted about their power in front of me. But because I’m afraid?”

The assassin’s face trembled. He didn’t seem to understand what he heard. For him who couldn’t hear me, I spoke calmly again.

“Am I afraid? Is that why you are begging me to surrender, with your arms stretched out like that?”

I pointed to his arm. After hesitating for a moment, Bimusalsu showed his teeth and smiled. I opened my mouth wide with a hideous look, and there was no animal at all.

“Oh, yes.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Then I will grant you what you wish.”

Bimusalsu stood up from his seat. And he said, jingling the chain on his waist.

“Everyone just calls you Munju of the Hongryun Sect. Do you have a different nickname?”

I rolled my eyes for a moment. It was because I had never thought about the nickname. In the first place, a nickname like this is only cool when someone else gives it to you. I stared at him for a moment, then decided to just fuck him.

“In my hometown, we were called Ssangbu (雙斧). It’s called two axes.”

“Ssangbu?”

He said that and looked at my waist. He looked confused when he saw that only an ax was sticking out.

“Please prepare for the next sparring!”

“Heung!”

Bimusalsu tilted his head, then shook his head as if trying to shake off something and walked away. In the meantime, I received another hatchet by talking to the people who helped run the competition.

******

“Okay, next sparring! Docheol and Moonju of the Hongryun faction! Seokcheon’s exploits!”

And the moment I got to the sparring room, the non-armored assassin looked a little confused as he looked back and forth between the ax in my hand and the ax on my belt.

Of course, the nickname ‘ssangbu’ is a lie and I have never learned how to use double axes.

I have no intention of learning how to use double axes in the future, nor do I have any intention of trying to use double axes in front of him.

But I never showed a proper fighting spirit in this competition. Since the enemies were so weak, even non-killers would not be able to estimate my skills. I will spend my mental energy thinking about my hidden moves.

If the fight is properly established, the non-killer will be aware of my empty left hand and the ax on my belt from this moment on.

If you fight while being aware of the number of illusions, gaps will inevitably appear.

Even if there was no gap, I won the psychological warfare at the point where he was conscious.

The Bimusalsu glared at me and said.

“I will learn something.”

“Are you coming?”

“….”

I won again.