episode_0143

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“Abstain.”

This is what I heard as soon as I was called into the room where the master and teacher were on the night the finals draw was announced.

“Do you think the same as the Ambassador?”

When I asked the ambassador, who was strangely looking at me as if I was talking to someone else, he spread out his fan and covered his mouth.

“Well, I don’t care… Ownership is extreme.”

He must be giggling behind that fan.

I sat down and pouted.

“Cheongyeon small price….”

“Tsu-eup!”

I was about to speak, but my teacher warned me.

After thinking for a moment about what I did wrong, I choose my words and say them again.

“I know that Bingryun-gong’s Cheongyeon is strong. Still, I have to try it.”

” Hitting a rock with an egg. ”

“Still, I have to throw the egg.”

The different claims ran along parallel lines, and there was no section that touched anywhere.

As they were bickering and each voice was heard alone, the ambassador, who was tired of watching, came out.

“Soyou. This time you give in.”

“But, Master.”

“I don’t know what’s bothering me. Are you afraid that In-ho will lose to Cheong-yeon? That is natural. I’m sorry to say this, but there is no way for Inho to beat Cheongyeon right now.”

I nodded my head vigorously at the ambassador’s support.

“But if you lose to Bingryun-gong…”

Master swallowed back his words. Perhaps it’s a matter of pride.

“What if you lose to Bingryungong?”

The ambassador receives the speech.

“Isn’t Yeomryun-gong inferior to Bingryun-gong?”

Master closed his eyes tightly and said, as if he didn’t want to even think about it.

“I don’t know how you think that. And officially, In-ho does not even belong to Yeomryun-gong.”

right. It belongs to the Nobel Dojo.

“…but.”

Master, who had no grounds to speak up, swallowed his words.

The ambassador folded his fan and stood up.

“Let’s not mention this issue any further. Inho, prepare well for the finals tomorrow. Even if you don’t win, it would be nice to at least give them a shot.”

“I will try my best. Ambassador.”

“Okay, then I will go for a short walk.”

The ambassador left, leaving an awkward silence in the room.

Rationally I understood, but emotionally it was still too much, so Master sat quietly with his back turned to me.

“Master.”

As I walked up behind her and called out, my shoulders trembled slightly.

“Master, you are worried that I will lose badly… are you worried that I will?”

“……”

“Don’t worry. They say even earthworms squirm when you step on them. Even if I lose, like the Ambassador said, I will definitely lose with one blow.”

“That’s not it.”

Master spoke with difficulty.

“That’s not it?”

“…That’s not why I’m blocking it.”

“Then what is the reason?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He had already turned his body, but this time he also jerked his head.

“By the way… Then I’ll take a shower and go to sleep right away. What about you, Master?”

“……”

I really don’t know how women feel at that age.

***

The first match that Master participated in ended too easily.

Anyone who has read martial arts magazines will know this.

As soon as the match started, Master punched the opponent in the stomach and lifted his chin, knocking him out.

Throughout this series of processes, Master did not spark a single spark.

As an official squire, I could not sit in the VIP table with the ambassador.

I was watching Master’s game from the general seating area, and my eyes met as he came down after winning the game.

I didn’t tell him I was in economy class, but it was a bit surprising how we could make eye contact.

Anyway, the competition progressed like that, and by the third game, the organizer called my name to prepare for the fifth game.

I closed my eyes and meditated in the small waiting room.

I told my master and teacher that it was a game I couldn’t win, but I had no intention of having that mindset when competing.

“Unconditionally win.”

If you set your goals high, you can achieve anything.

Game 3 ends, Game 4 begins.

I focus my mind by blocking out the noise of the loud crowd outside.

Cheongyeon and Bingryungong.

Since there is only fragmentary knowledge that weapons fight with cold energy, it is difficult to formulate a strategy.

However, I go back and forth with the martial arts books I have read so far and synthesize the fragmentary information the teacher gave me.

If you remove the details, the thing you need to pay most attention to when dealing with Bingryun-gong is the ‘chill’ that Bingryun-gong creates.

Just as Yeomryun Gong creates flames, Bingryun Gong seems to be a martial art that affects the opponent by generating chills.

Like an aura that appears in fantasy, this is a martial arts skill that inflicts a debuff just by standing still.

Or, you could materialize the chill itself and shoot it. But let’s rule this out first.

If you think about all the possibilities, you can’t make a plan.

If Ice Dragon was a debuff type aura, its range would have been determined.

When a game starts, the first thing to do is understand the scope.

If the range is narrow, try to find a gap by checking them from as far away as possible. If there is a gap.

Conversely, if the range is wide, it will stick to Cheongyeon before the chill accumulates and deliver a high kick right away. If you get it right, you’re good, otherwise you lose.

Another shout is heard.

Looks like the 4th game is over.

“Next participant. Get ready.”

A man with a goatee comes and announces that it is my turn.

I open my eyes and wake up.

I felt less anxious than during the preliminaries.

– Hueup.

Take a deep breath.

Bring up the inner energy in your danjeon and perform a large rotation around your body.

I felt my body getting a little warm from the power of the bet.

“Participants who stand up to this! Kang In-ho of the Nobel Dojo!”

After Cheongyeon’s introduction, my name is called.

match! match!

To come to your senses, hit your cheek a couple of times with the palm of your hand.

Heat rises from my tingling cheeks.

It’s finally my turn.

***

Climb the stairs and stand in the stadium.

Cheongyeon’s blue hair sways in the wind.

She looks at me blankly with blank eyes.

“Inho. Hello.”

“Nice to meet you. Cheongyeon Sojeo.”

“I saw it yesterday. You did it well.”

I smiled at Cheongyeon’s compliment.

“Thank you. It feels like I am being praised for the first time since I came here.”

“Really? Doesn’t Soyou praise you?”

“It’s not like he doesn’t do it at all, but Master…”

Cover your mouth with your hand while speaking.

“Soyou is the teacher. I know.”

Seeing my surprised appearance, Cheongyeon shook her head and said.

“How did you know?”

I looked at Cheongyeon with my eyes wide open.

“Soyou doesn’t have enough time to care about anyone.”

“If someone who cares about Soyou appears… he would probably be a disciple, right? I thought, ”

“Only for that reason?”

“Just for that reason.”

The referee’s flag comes out and separates the blue yeon.

Now the time has come to fight.

I took a step back with my right foot and raised my hand.

This is not the modern fighting technique shown yesterday, but the battle-ready stance of Yan Lun-gong.

“I don’t want to hurt Inho.”

Cheongyeon’s voice was heard beyond the flag.

“I also don’t want to hurt Cheongyeon Sojeo.”

He responds to Cheongyeon’s well-founded provocation.

“Now! Ready!”

The referee’s voice rang out.

It raises the very little energy accumulated in the Danjeon.

“Start!”

With a shout of judgment, the distance immediately widens.

No, I wanted to open it.

“No, what is this?”

As if I had stepped on sticky material, my left foot did not come off.

My feet are stuck to the floor of the stadium and don’t move.

“It was frozen.”

Cheongyeon spoke leisurely.

” Wow, Bingryun-gong is a fucking fraud.”

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