episode_0145

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“…Inho.”

When In-ho created a clear flame from his hand, Namgung So-yu held his breath without realizing it.

He was a disciple who was unable to ignite even the slightest spark while traveling from Sacheon to Anhui.

I even thought to myself that he would never learn to speak.

At first, Inho seemed incompetent, unable to even do such a simple task.

Also, he felt resentful because he felt like his reputation as a teacher was being diminished.

Ignoring her resentment, In-ho continued to practice speaking all the way to Anhui.

Whether he was exhausted from sparring with her or couldn’t find time to practice because he got wet from a sudden rain shower, he continued to practice.

Is it because he reflected himself in his persistent appearance?

When we almost arrived in Anhui, Nangong Soyou’s eyes looking at Inho changed a little.

From doubt to support.

Even if he never ignites a spark, I will continue to support him on his path.

That’s what he must have thought.

That is, until In-ho punches Cheong-yeon in the face.

When the ice created by Cheongyeon caught his body, Namgung Soyou had a premonition of the end.

And I was thinking about what to say to my student who had worked hard in his own way.

– For you, you did well.

I was definitely thinking of those words.

When Cheongyeon’s head hit Inho’s body, Soyou clenched his fist without realizing it.

When Cheongyeon’s attack shook Inho’s body once again, Soyou chewed his lips hard.

The thought, ‘Who dare I touch?’ took over my entire body.

Her teacher, Yeom Jin, must have felt the evil energy gnawing at her body, covering his mouth with a fan and whispering to Nangong Soyu.

“Get your emotions in order.”

If it weren’t for the teacher’s words, I might have jumped out of the VIP table and ran straight to Cheongyeon.

All Soyou could do, having finally come to his senses thanks to Yeom Jin’s advice, was anxiously watching the game.

The ice prison that Cheongyeon had created had already reached Inho’s waist.

She can be seen saying something to In-ho, and In-ho also says something to Cheong-yeon.

I don’t know the details because of the distance, but looking at Cheongyeon’s actions afterwards, it seemed like it didn’t end well.

When Cheongyeon’s hand fell back, Bingeom, who was sitting slightly behind her, muttered.

“It’s over.”

Okay, it’s over. Soyou thought so too.

“Huh?”

Bingeom’s cold voice was filled with absurdity.

This is because In-ho broke the ice and slapped Cheong-yeon’s hand away.

And then a clean attack followed.

The ice curtain created by Cheongyeon was broken, and Inho’s attack hit her face.

Cheongyeon falls backwards.

Put your hand on the ground and increase the distance between you and Inho.

Cheong-yeon also has the same face as herself.

perplexity.

Cheong-yeon is looking at the same place as herself.

Burning fist.

“Yeomjin.”

Bingeom called Yeomjin to the innocent flame blooming brightly from Inho’s hand.

“Why is that so? Binggeom.”

“Of course, it was called a seed.”

“That’s right.”

“Then, what is that flame?”

What was in his hand was clearly a flame created with the Flame Ring Ball.

Binggeom was not unaware of this.

Grrr

Yeomjin covered his mouth as he reopened the folded fan.

Her eyes, visible through the top of the fan, drew a thin arc.

“Well… Maybe you realized it yourself after watching Soyou practice?”

At Yeomjin’s sly words, Bingeom’s eyes turned cold.

“Ah, it was something like that. It was something like that.”

Bingeom, who understood Yeom Jin’s words, slowly nodded.

“Yeom Ryun-gong, who does not choose any means or methods.”

Bingum said, frowning.

“This is why I hate you. Yeomjin.”

Binggeom muttered with all his feelings of disgust, and Yeomjin just shrugged his shoulders.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Bingeom shifted his gaze from Yeomjin back to the stadium and crossed his legs.

His mouth rose awkwardly, as if reflecting his unpleasant feelings.

“It was an attack that caught her off guard, but I think it only offended Cheongyeon for no reason.”

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“Since you trained Yan Lun Gong… is it natural to create sparks? I let my guard down.”

Even though the attack was allowed, Cheongyeon did not lose her composure.

“Surprisingly, my body was unable to produce a firework until this morning.”

Inho told the truth.

“Anyway, it’s amazing. I was surprised.”

Cheongyeon looked Inho up and down and nodded slightly as if acknowledging him.

“Okay then. Is it really okay to do this now?”

Cheongyeon took a step forward and her expression hardened.

Inho felt the surroundings rapidly becoming cold.

Ice spreads from Cheongyeon’s feet.

Her ice begins to spread on the floor and quickly engulfs the entire stadium.

“Ugh!”

Inho hurriedly took a step back, but the ice was faster than he could step back.

The solid ice bound his feet like shackles.

I tried to twist my foot out like before, but my leg wouldn’t budge.

“Wow, I can’t miss this.”

Inho looked at his feet with a helpless laugh.

Meanwhile, Cheongyeon glided towards Inho.

At a distance of about seven steps, Cheongyeon stops in front of Inho.

“How did Soyou introduce Bingryun Gong?”

“A martial artist who fights with cold energy wrapped around his weapon…”

In-ho, who was dispirited to see the situation that was completely opposite to the one he met and talked to in the garden, muttered.

“Um….”

Cheongyeon frowned slightly, as if she didn’t really like Inho’s answer.

“That’s not the correct answer.”

Cheongyeon extends her hand forward.

“Bingryun Gong doesn’t need a weapon.”

Ice particles floating in the air gather in her hands.

Like sucking up dust with a vacuum cleaner, the particles come together in the blink of an eye to form a shape.

Something in the shape of a wooden sword popped out of Cheongyeon’s hand.

” Punishment, it’s a scam. ”

Seeing that, In-ho muttered softly, and Cheong-yeon held the sword made of ice with both hands and raised it high.

“It will be very cold.”

Cheongyeon lowered her sword into the air, and from where she struck, a huge snowstorm hit Inho.

As soon as the snowstorm stopped, Inho appeared with a pale face, standing and fainting.

“Inho!!!”

Soyou called his disciple’s name loudly, but Inho could not respond to the call.

“s, winner! Bingryun-gong’s blue yeon!”

The referee’s voice echoed throughout the stadium, followed by cheers from the audience.

“……”

Cheongyeon’s lazy gaze turned to the VIP table.

“…….”

Soyou thought that Cheongyeon’s eyes looking at him were saying this.

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