Chapter Index

    How does the confrontation between deacon and deacon go?

    The answer is simple.

    Whether using modern martial arts.

    Whether it’s using the martial arts that has been passed down since ancient times.

    Whether you use fictional martial arts techniques from comics, animations, or other creative works.

    “Haaap!”

    “Tch…!”

    Whether it’s a fist or a foot, the force at the end of one’s attack reaches the opponent and causes damage to the target.

    “Holy King!”

    Tushin extends his fist forward.

    The magic power contained in his right fist becomes the maw of a blue tiger and flies towards the Heavenly Demon.

    Kyaoooo ㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!

    The tiger’s loud roar was not recorded somewhere.

    The magical power of the fighting spirit shakes the air, and the shaken air sounds like a tiger’s roar to people’s ears.

    “If you get hit, you die!”

    It’s not enough to make a tiger howl with just a wind blow; what if it had the physical strength to kill an ordinary person by being run over by a tiger?

    It’s best to avoid it.

    However, the pride of a magistrate and the person who has a bad relationship with the person he is dealing with do not back down.

    “Cheonma emergency report.”

    The Heavenly Horse lightly jumps into the sky.

    Jump into the air while wearing shoes and avoid the maw of a tiger aiming at you.

    “Tap in the air.”

    Just before its speed gradually decreased in the air, the Heavenly Demon stepped on the air and jumped higher.

    If one person kept kicking and jumping in the air, the distance between them would definitely increase, but Tushin pulled his fist again and aimed the tip at the Heavenly Demon.

    “You won’t be able to avoid it just because it’s in the air!”

    The golden bracelet tied to Tushin’s right wrist began to sparkle.

    Likewise, the bracelets on both hands began to emit stronger light, and Tushin stretched out a foot forward and aimed his fist at the Heavenly Demon.

    “108 consecutive strikes!”

    “!!”

    When Tushin swung his fist at Cheonma, a magic bullet shaped like a fist flew towards Cheonma.

    Kaaaan!

    The Heavenly Demon stretched his foot forward in the air and kicked away Tushin’s attack.

    People gasped in admiration as they watched her move gracefully, but soon their eyes focused on Tusin again.

    “I said it was 108 consecutive strikes!”

    Pabababang.

    Tushin continues to swing his fist at Cheonma.

    The distance between the two was tens of meters, but Tushin, regardless of the distance, continued to swing his fist forward and fire bullets.

    “Cheonmaㅡ”

    “There is no use in reigning over the Heavenly Demon! Because it’s a technique to destroy!”

    “Tch…!”

    The Cheonma, which tried to jump while stepping in the air, kicked forward and threw itself backwards.

    At the same time, he countered the numerous attacks coming at him with his fists, but the bullet exploded and hit Cheonma instead.

    Oooo!!

    A loud cheer rings out in the audience.

    It’s up to the audience to decide who they’re rooting for, but the fact that most people in the audience cheer for one person’s superiority can have a huge impact on the morale of those fighting inside.

    Combat! Combat! Combat!!

    I couldn’t help it.

    Most of the spectators were Koreans in the stands, and people who were supposed to cheer for Cheonma could not come.

    “Kill the traitor ㅡㅡ!”

    “We can never tolerate traitors! The woman who took my tax money and ran away to China must win!!”

    “Chakjjangjuk, ugh…!!”

    An excited member of the audience was stopped by a bystander while trying to say something that could “create a devil,” but the crowd’s support was overwhelmingly focused on someone else.

    Only for the sake of commitment.

    People had no doubts that Tushin would win, as if they would immediately rush into the stadium and lynch Tushin if he lost.

    At least those in these stands.

    Even though they saw with their own eyes that the being in front of them, the Heavenly Demon, had not yet suffered any damage, people thought that Tushin would win anyway.

    One of the strongest reasons.

    “Cheonma, it won’t work against Tushin!!”

    “Finally, Tushin won! Commitment will definitely win!”

    The last time the two fought, before Cheonma moved to China, Tushin won.

    Also, there is a reason Tushin should not lose.

    ” Commitment, you can’t lose…! If everyone but Gwangikkong loses, the honor of Korean heroes will fall!!”

    Korea-China war.

    Just like the Korea-Japan match, it is a match that Koreans should not lose, much less a match against a talented player who moved from Korea to China in Xports?

    Who would think of Cheonma as ‘our proud Korean victory!’

    “Don’t lose to Chinaㅡㅡ!!”

    Tushin carries a very powerful burden.

    The psychological burden of never being defeated.

    * * *

    The game continues.

    I pointed the video inside the stadium to the president, association president, and Baek Seol-hee in the waiting room.

    “If two people fight, who will win? If we fight like this for at least the next 40 minutes, it will come to a conclusion.”

    “40 minutes…?”

    “Yes. It’s longer than you think, right?”

    On average, a match between people with special abilities lasts 10 minutes, or at most 15 minutes, but if it turns into a match between two warriors, it will last well over 40 or even 50 minutes.

    And that too in a way that the battle continues.

    “No matter how flashy and spectacular the battle unfolds before your eyes, it gets boring if you fight for so long that it feels like a relatively long time.”

    It suddenly occurred to me.

    A TV cartoon was so popular that it was criticized for showing scenes of people gathering energy for too long to show the tension before a battle.

    The original version of the video was a cartoon before the cataclysm, so people can still search for it if they want to, but they won’t be able to find the long, drawn-out confrontation part of the video.

    “Boring is something that can never be tolerated by those who come to watch Xports, a competition between people of different abilities. Especially if the battle between those who engage in such magical hand-to-hand combat continues for tens of minutes, everyone will start to get bored.”

    “…You might be tired.”

    “Yes, that’s right.”

    Even in blockbuster fantasy movies, half of the running time involves fighting with each other, but they don’t make movies about two characters fighting for 50 minutes, rather than interspersed narratives.

    “People who are bored will say. Won’t it come to a conclusion soon? How long are we going to keep fighting like this? I hope we can end it with one ultimate attack.”

    “If such words come out…”

    “They will be urging each other to reach a conclusion quickly, whether it be with one ultimate move or something else. And those inside unintentionally end up fighting more hastily.”

    “Not them.”

    The president of the association refuted my words with a firm voice.

    “There is no reason for Cheonma, who is no less than a villain, to care about the boredom of the audience. Rather, I think people will criticize me for committing suicide.”

    “Of course.”

    Even though the President is an old man, it is unusual for this man to speak directly.

    ‘I guess it’s a habit.’

    This is not to say that I have no habits, but it seems to be a habit and ability to mutter to myself when analyzing special abilities or competitions between special abilities.

    “People are urging Tushin to quickly defeat Cheonma. What people want to see is Tushin’s overwhelming victory. No matter how famous the match is, as Goblin said, if there is a fight that lasts for 40 to 50 minutes, there is a problem. Exactly…”

    The president of the association bit his lower lip.

    “The urging and pressure from the audience puts a burden on Tusin.”

    “Some people become devils because they cannot overcome the pressure.”

    Feeling pressure. Burden.

    Some people have a strong ego when they know that the audience is cheering for them, and although this is also the case with fighting spirit, everyone has a feeling of disgust that makes them want to cover themselves with black history.

    “Although there is no discussion at all on the field, the anonymous community has already started ‘what the heck’ about the current game situation.”

    “Look here.”

    Baek Seol-hee scanned the screen of Death Watch that I was trying to read.

    “Tushin likes Cheonma, so he only uses long-distance attacks. When I approach, my heart starts pounding and I can’t fight. It’s because I still feel the same way I did when the government forcibly matched me to get married…?”

    “If you think like that, wouldn’t you naturally criticize Tushin?”

    Even the president became thoughtful.

    “I’m doing my best to fight using my abilities to the fullest, but if I hear that I’m fighting roughly because I’m bewitched by a woman behind my back…!”

    “If anyone hears something like that, their self-esteem will drop. When your best efforts are denied. And that too in real time.”

    “Uh, what should I do? Should I put up a stronger barrier in the stadium over there? So that not a single sound gets inside?”

    “It’s already too late.”

    The agitation and dissatisfaction of the audience is not conveyed through sound alone.

    “A person with good sense is someone who has good sense. No matter how pure you are and how much you live in a flower garden, you cannot fail to notice the atmosphere shown through the visual information of the audience’s gaze, facial expressions, and actions.”

    The moment the cries of countless people, seen in the background of Cheonma, turn towards Tusin, Tusin will collapse.

    “Is this the disadvantage of commitment that you mentioned? It may be different from what I said earlier, but I don’t think it would be like this…”

    “The real problem starts now.”

    Oh my god.

    “There are many people in America who call themselves ‘buffalo’.”

    “…Wait. That’s not what I think, is it?”

    “President of the Association. What is your guess?”

    “Uh, that is.”

    The president of the association pointed down in contemplation.

    “Ma, lose…?”

    iced coffee.

    This is Busan, Baek Sul-hee Special Stadium.

    “If sweet men start raising their voices saying that men should lose to women before nationality, it will definitely have a negative impact on Tushin.”

    thus.

    “I’m trying to make the situation a mess so that those words don’t come out.”

    I took out a cloak made of magical power.

    “If you’re trying to create a competition between people with pure abilities rather than a competition between men and women, wouldn’t this be the best?”

    now.

    “The Royal Rumble will begin now. Seolhee.”

    American culture shock.

    “The stadium barrier, loosen it.”

    International war?

    World Cup?

    “Don’t you want to see 30 S-class people breaking in and fighting?”

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