Chapter 100

Chapter 99. You're just a nobody, aren't you? (4)

It was a sound of impact that he had never heard in his life.

The people gathered at the volcano realized anew that a human fist and a human face could make such a sound.

It spun.

Seonu Rang, who had been hit by Cheong Myeong's punch, spun in the air.

Whoosh!

The blood spurted from his nose and, following the spinning body of Seonu Rang, was scattered like mist in all directions.

'This might even create a rainbow?'

A rainbow made of blood.

Is there anything more terrifying in this world?

It feels like the boundary between common sense and nonsense is collapsing.

Seonu Rang, who was spinning and spewing blood, soon fell to the ground and convulsed. Cheong Myeong's voice, which everyone could hear clearly, rang out as he looked at Seonu Rang.

"You're just a nobody, aren't you?"

Cheong Myeong spat on the ground and drew the wooden sword from his waist.

"Get up, you brat. It's not over yet. My anger won't end just like this!"

Cheong Myeong roared like a lion, but it was more...

'Pretty petty, isn't it?'

That was Yoon Jong's honest feeling.

"What...?"

Sama Seung's beard trembled.

'This, what is this...?'

Even though he saw it happen right in front of him, he couldn't understand what had just happened.

Cheong Myeong seemed to disappear for a moment and then appeared in front of Seonu Rang, delivering a blow. Seonu Rang, who received that blow, literally spun in the air like a top before falling to the ground.

This was what Sama Seung saw.

The problem was the part where 'he seemed to disappear for a moment.'

'Did I miss that kid's movement?'

Even if he wasn't particularly tense because it was a friendly match between the third disciples, could it be possible that he, an elder of Zhongnan, missed the movement of a third disciple from Huashan?

'No, no. That can't be!'

Sama Seung denied what he had seen. But it wasn't just his fault. If someone other than Sama Seung had been there, they would have had the same reaction.

When something happens that defies common sense, people tend to deny and doubt it.

"You despicable guy!"

At that moment, an angry voice from the side woke Sama Seung.

"To attack during a conversation! Does Huashan not know manners?"

"You wicked guy!"

"..."

That's how it looked to these kids.

After all,

The higher one's martial arts level, the more surprising it is. For the third disciples, missing Cheong Myeong's movement for a moment wasn't that surprising.

But Sama Seung was different. Wasn't he an elder of Zhongnan?

Sama Seung calmed his shocked heart and focused on the match again.

"Seonu Rang! Get up!"

"Get up! U-Rang!"

Cheers for Seonu Rang echoed from all around. Sama Seung, still in shock, stared at the fallen Seonu Rang.

'I must have been mistaken.'

It must be.

No. It has to be.

"Get up, man. You didn't even use your inner strength, so what's with the fuss?"

Cheong Myeong glared at Seonu Rang.

Although the Zhongnan side was denouncing him, Cheong Myeong didn't hear any of it.

Once you step onto the match platform, it's a match from that moment on. What kind of frozen manners are you talking about? Even in war, they don't shake hands and have a drink before starting to fight.

"Gr... ugh... ugh..."

At that moment, Seonu Rang staggered to his feet.

Although he was beaten severely, since it was a punch without inner strength, he shouldn't have lost consciousness.

If it had been with inner strength?

He would have died! What are you asking?

Cheong Myeong tapped his shoulder with the wooden sword as he watched Seonu Rang get up.

"Get up quickly. I was... Are you okay?"

Cheong Myeong's irritated voice quickly softened.

"Ugh..."

Gush.

Gush.

The blood from Seonu Rang's nose gushed out like a waterfall.

The amount of blood was so much that it instantly soaked his front and pooled on the ground. Even the great Cheong Myeong was taken aback.

Seonu Rang, swaying, stood up, gasped a few times, and then spoke with difficulty.

"I, I can still fight..."

"Are you going to die?"

No, are you really going to die?

Does a broken nose bleed that much? I would know if I had hit someone's face without inner strength.

Seonu Rang, trembling, supported himself with his legs and clamped his nose with both hands.

"The blood, it won't stop..."

"You're going to die, man!"

If you really die!

No, I'm not the type to hesitate to kill, but not like this!

To have my first murder in this new life be from a match, dying from excessive bleeding. What kind of nonsense is this!

Cheong Myeong, frightened, looked at Unam with a slightly pale face.

"Shouldn't we get him treated?"

There's a murder happening at Huashan.

"That, that's the rule, um..."

Unam, caught off guard by the unexpected situation, couldn't give a clear answer. There was no rule about whether treatment and return were allowed in such a situation. They would need mutual agreement, but this wasn't the time for calm negotiations.

Rip! Rip!

At that moment, Seonu Rang tore his clothes and started stuffing them into his nose.

Oh?

Smart?

The cloth was quickly soaked with blood, but by continuing to stuff it, he managed to stop the bleeding. After controlling the bleeding, Seonu Rang picked up his wooden sword and pointed it at Cheong Myeong.

Oh, he's going to continue?

Clearly, the Zhongnan kids are tough and don't give up easily. Hmm. Even though we're from different sects, it's admirable...

"You despicable brat!"

"..."

Cheong Myeong's head tilted slightly.

"Shameless... Cough! Shameless! Cough! Cough! To do such a thing!"

Just do one thing, man.

If you're going to be angry, be angry. If you're going to be in pain, be in pain.

"I'll tear you to pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

Cheong Myeong narrowed his eyes.

Let's cancel the 'admirable' part.

"Or do Zhongnan kids learn to swear first? None of them seem to know propriety."

- Is that something you should say?

Ah, come on! Speak up when it's appropriate! Am I raising the honor of Huashan or what?

Cheong Myeong gripped his wooden sword and tilted his head.

"I was a bit sorry, but now it's all gone. Just stop talking... "

"Even if you bow your head and beg now, it's too late! You bastard! I'll make your parents unable to recognize you."

"Ah, keep talking. I'm fine now."

The regret is completely gone.

Cheong Myeong also raised his wooden sword and pointed it at Seonu Rang.

"Come on."

"...You bastard!"

"Come on. I'll show you what it means to not even touch a hair."

"Alright, right now!"

At that moment!

"Seonu Rang!"

A sharp voice burst out from behind Seonu Rang. Seonu Rang, reflexively turning his head, flinched at Jin Geumryong's rigid face.

"Don't get excited. Don't underestimate your opponent."

Seonu Rang turned to look at Cheong Myeong with a "Oops" expression.

All the other third disciples had defeated their opponents without taking a single hit, but he had come up and been humiliated. This made him overly excited.

He had grown up hearing that an excited person cannot perform at their best, but in actual combat, he had forgotten this fact.

Seonu Rang took a deep breath to calm himself. Although it felt uncomfortable not being able to breathe through his nose, he soon regained his composure.

With his breathing steady, he glared at Cheong Myeong with a different, cold look and shouted.

"Your palm technique is quite good!"

"...Yes. I did, didn't I?"

Let's say that. I don't know what I did, but if you say so, then it must be.

"If we fight properly, a Huashan disciple like you can never be a match for Zhongnan. Especially you, you should be prepared. Don't expect any mercy from my hands."

"Yes, yes. Is there any doubt? If you're done, come on. I'll show you what it means to not even touch a hair."

"You're the one who won't even touch a hair!"

"You already took a hit, didn't you?"

Does your nose not hurt?

"I'll kill you! You scum! Taah!"

Seonu Rang, swinging his wooden sword, charged at Cheong Myeong.

Having regained his composure, his sword tip emitted a sharp aura. The evaluation that he was the best among the third disciples of Zhongnan was not unwarranted.

No matter who from Huashan came out, it would have been difficult to face Seonu Rang. Even if a first disciple had come out instead of a third disciple, it would have been tough.

But for Seonu Rang, it was a very unfortunate match. His opponent was none other than the disaster of Huashan, Cheong Myeong.

"No!"

Cheong Myeong pulled his wooden sword back.

Then, he charged at the approaching Seonu Rang at full speed.

"Uh?"

The sword that had been pulled back swung at lightning speed, striking Seonu Rang's head.

Whoosh!

There was no time to dodge or react.

How could you dodge a sword you couldn't even see?

Seonu Rang's mouth opened wide, and his eyes rolled back.

'I'm dead.'

'Yeah, that's enough to kill someone.'

'That's the proper way to die.'

Seonu Rang's body crumpled. But Cheong Myeong had no intention of stopping there.

"Now!"

Whoosh!

One more hit before he fell.

"You brats!"

Whoosh!

Another hit!

"You have no manners! No manners!"

Cheong Myeong's wooden sword literally beat Seonu Rang's body, which was lying on the ground.

"I didn't do that in my time!"

If Cheong Myeong's master, Cheongmun, had seen this from the heavens, he would have thrown his staff and foamed at the mouth.

But unfortunately, the celestial realm cannot interfere with the mortal world.

"Damn!"

Whoosh!

Cheong Myeong, spinning his body, kicked Seonu Rang's groin, sending him flying.

Seonu Rang, soaring three meters into the air, crashed to the ground.

Boom!

Cheong Myeong clicked his tongue.

"I would have been gentle if you hadn't sworn. Anyway, these days. Ugh!"

The third disciples, hearing words that lacked even a speck of conscience, resolved never to swear at that guy no matter what.

"Oh, right."

Cheong Myeong turned around and approached Seonu Rang, who was lying on the ground, convulsing.

He then reached out and pulled the cloth that was blocking Seonu Rang's nose.

The blood, which had been blocked, started flowing again.

"How about that? Didn't even touch a hair, did I?"

It's a bit different in method, but you get the idea.

Cheong Myeong turned his head to look at the Zhongnan side.

Sama Seung, Jin Geumryong, and the other Zhongnan disciples were all speechless, their mouths agape, staring at Cheong Myeong with a mix of shock and bewilderment.

"Surprised?"

If you're already surprised before it even starts, what will happen?

Cheong Myeong glanced at them and returned to his side.

Sama Seung, watching his back, muttered to himself.

"What the hell is going on..."

But no one here, except for Cheong Myeong, knew that this was just the beginning.