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“Tell me more, tell me more about the story.”

“The forward… wave of the evil sect of Magyo? Noro division?”

Cheong tilted her head.

Hmm. Was that the name that seemed like a combination of the first and second divisions? But it seemed right too?

Cheong tried to recall for a moment.

Seomun Surin was astonished.

Starting from the beginning of the sentence, Seomun Surin’s breath was taken away, so it was understandable.

“Magyo! Those damn evil scum!”

“They are really bad guys.”

Indeed, there was not a single lowlife among them.

It was said that Magyo was a place where bad guys gathered, and it seemed to be accurate information.

“That was when I, um, entered a certain city. There, an old lady…”

Cheong smoothly bypassed the city name,

It was a trick that the protagonists in novels would do, casually dropping unique nouns they passed by.

For the same reason, Cheong narrated a grand epic tale, omitting names and receiving a flute.

However, the storyteller’s subjective interpretation was somewhat mixed.

The indomitable forward wave division of the evil Magyo!

Cheong single-handedly blocked the enemies’ supply lines with the equipment of the short sword master, Jangpanpa.

As a result, the main forces of the evil Magyo urinated in fear and fled.

Thus, the disciple pursued the enemy in a storm-like manner.

Finally, facing the enemy’s stronghold, the evil sect was trying to finish the excavation.

The disciple faced the ultimate enemy…

“Was the commander of the Magyo battle division really at the pinnacle? I haven’t heard of the name Noro in such an elite division.”

Cheong felt embarrassed.

Ah. You know about the Magyo battle division.

Cheong changed the subject.

“It wasn’t quite at the pinnacle. So, it was more like a full-fledged post-pinnacle…”

Cheong shifted the story from a heroic tale to an experiential one, with a scene where he cornered the enemy and offered to spare only one, stabbing the side of their leader.

“Yes, those scoundrels of Magyo. Oh, the disciple’s performance was truly outstanding! Yes, it’s time for a renowned female martial artist to emerge in the Gangho region!”

Seomun Surin was very pleased.

It was a bit ambiguous for Cheong to be genuinely happy together.

“But the disciple’s achievements are still modest, so it’s not yet time for her to be renowned in Gangho…”

“Still, the disciple defeated an actual post-pinnacle master, right?”

“Really? If she defeated a post-pinnacle master, wouldn’t she have earned a title? Tell me once.”

“She’s called the Cannibal Magun…”

“…?”

Seomun Surin had an attitude of let’s hear it once, so when the familiar name came out, she was taken aback.

Known for his heinous reputation, Magun was a demon who surpassed the mid-stage of the pinnacle.

“What on earth are you talking about? Cannibal Magun?”

“Well, it’s the Dongjeong Lake. Oh, do you know Dongjeong Lake? It’s a really vast lake, and at first, the disciple thought it was the sea.”

“Is there anyone in this world who doesn’t know Dongjeong Lake?”

Ah. You know about Dongjeong Lake too.

Cheong regretted not being able to show off his knowledge even with a short line.

“Cannibal Lord? Did you really finish him off?”

“Yes. Just as Master instructed, I used my Myagjungsu technique to completely blow him away.”

“That’s quite impressive. Those demons, they’re nothing but bugs compared to us. We must make sure to sever all ties with them.”

Seomun Surin nodded satisfactorily.

But then, a question suddenly popped into his mind.

“Wait. You mentioned Myagjungsu, but even if a disciple’s internal energy is profound, they wouldn’t be able to overcome that level of difference with just ordinary techniques.”

“Oh. That’s right. Do you know about Yeorae Shinjang? It’s truly amazing. My disciple, with just one strike, blew away Yeorae Shinjang and even the Cannibal Lord. That’s what happened.”

Cheong boasted, raising his arm to show off his prowess.

As he waved his hand in sync with the sound of ‘bang,’ cute little animal noises echoed in the air.

“…?”

Seomun Surin was once again perplexed.

Yeorae Shinjang. It was a legendary technique of the Soreum.

However, it was only a legend that remained in records.

It was due to a similar martial art called Baekbo Singwon.

Based on the principles of fist techniques, it complemented the Soreum’s martial arts well, and its power and range were superior.

Thanks to the fact that Soreum disciples chose Baekbo Singwon over Yeorae Shinjang, the lineage was eventually cut off.

It was already a top-level technique of the Soreum that had been put into practice.

Why would a disciple be able to perform it?

But it was hard to dismiss it as mere boasting, as he had heard the unique animal noises himself.

“No, how…?”

Seomun Surin was confused.

But as a senior master of the current martial world, he quickly regained his composure.

“Why should that be a problem? If the fools of the Soreum disregarded their vision, what can they say when the lineage is now in the hands of a disciple?”

Seomun Surin’s face brightened.

“How ridiculous. The vision of those fools who treated women like monsters has now ended up in the hands of a woman. Ha! It’s so satisfying. The disciple has truly become a bundle of joy in his old age. How lovely.”

To the Soreum, women were nothing more than a hindrance. Their attitude was that women tried to seduce Soreum masters. What nonsense.

Uncertain of how to respond to the aggressive rhetoric of the radical female warrior, Cheong didn’t know what to say.

And usually in such situations, it’s best to just smile.

“Hehe….”

“Don’t laugh so carelessly without a reason, my dear. Hah. No, if those fools ever come after you with that technique, make sure to mention your master’s name. What can those fools do?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. There must be a reason behind this, so I won’t ask about the origin of the technique. Perhaps you have also mastered another martial art?”

Cheong observed Seomun Surin’s reaction.

Seeing him rejoice in Yeorae Shinjang, he wondered how well he could handle Soma Gong.

If he were caught, he would be exposed.

After all, his master was already a master of traditional medicine!

So even if there were any issues, it would be best to be honest while he was in a good mood, right?

“Well, Master. By chance, the disciple has learned a bit of Soma Gong.”

“Soma Gong?”

Seomun Surin’s eyebrows raised significantly.

Cheong shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing that, Seomun Surin’s heart softened once again.

“Yes. A young girl wandering alone in the wilderness should be able to handle at least one tough technique.”

In the martial world, one should be prepared with a life-saving move, which is why having a powerful technique like Soma Gong is necessary.

From that perspective, having a bit of Soma Gong wasn’t a big deal.

Seomun Surin thought so.

“Alright, what exactly is this Soma Gong?”

Meanwhile, Cheong breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh. He understands!

“Yes! It’s a spell!”

Cheong shouted cheerfully.

It was a belief in the master who cherished his disciple.

A belief that was immediately betrayed.

Crack!!!

“Ahh!”

A frog-like scream erupted from Cheong as he was stepped on.

It felt like his skull had been shattered.

Cheong grabbed his head and rolled on the ground.

It was a pain that felt like his skull had been crushed.

In an instant, his face flushed, his eyes welled up with tears, and his nose ran.

In a consciousness as white as a blank sheet of paper, only pure pain existed, truly akin to torture.

Crazy! It really hurts! Did my head crack!?

Originally, a nuclear honeycomb should have flown out.

However, unfortunately, Cheong’s gift was in the hands of Seomun Surin.

From the past, and into the future, the flute was one of the most powerful weapons and divine artifacts a master could possess!

Furthermore, it was a solid iron rod that had been passed down for generations.

“Oh no! Are you okay!?”

Seomun Surin was also taken aback.

He had not considered the power of the solid iron club.

He had completely failed to control his strength.

It had the destructive power comparable to an eight thousand three hundred pound tungsten rod falling from the dark high orbit of space.

Truly the power of a divine staff!

If it weren’t for Cheong’s high muscle strength, there would have been a disaster where the master would have shattered his disciple’s head.

In fact, even if he had shattered his head, he would have been innocent.

After all, the disciple was a minority witch!

Even if it meant disrespecting the master and the school’s name.

“Stop exaggerating and get up.”

“Seriously, this really hurts….”

A single tear rolled down Cheong’s eyes, now a sickly green.

Seomun Surin sighed deeply.

“Where did you learn such a heinous spell, or rather, what were you thinking when you learned such a wicked spell?”

“I didn’t know magic was so bad….”

Cheong also had a sense of injustice.

Cheong was a modern person beyond the boundary of time or world line, or perhaps even a monitor screen.

And compared to the central plains, modern expressions were more aggressive, even bordering on vulgar.

There was no one who would despair and see their family and society collapse just because friends casually exchanged insults.

Moreover, Koreans were a people more tolerant of aggressive expressions than any other country on Earth.

That was Cheong.

There was no way he would have felt the weight of the heavy expression of “spell.”

If it had been names like “human trash spell,” “bastard spell,” or “prison spell,” he wouldn’t have learned it.

So to Cheong, a newbie gamer who didn’t know about martial arts, spells and magic were just about the same, like siblings from the same family.

In his eyes, there was no problem from the start.

“What am I going to do with this foolish girl….”

Seomun Surin could only sigh in frustration.