143 – EP.7 Dance Contest-4

***

I can feel the hot shouts in the hall through my skin.

Rather than their cheers, the vibrations created by those sounds make me more nervous.

The stadium where the tournament is held was made by stacking stone platforms.

Maybe that’s why, I had to raise my head slightly to see the arena below the platform.

It seems that only a few steps have been piled up, but I feel like I am at a height.

[Next… of the Nobel Dojo…]

My fake affiliation made by the ambassador comes out.

Since there shouldn’t be a military officer with the same name, I gave it a name that I would never have.

The ambassador asked the meaning, but I evaded it as just a pronunciation that came to mind.

Jump up and down to release tension.

“So, the disciple is leaving, do you have any advice?”

I glanced at Master behind me.

“……”

Perhaps the teasing I made the other day still lingered in my heart, Master was silent.

It’s a style I’m very fond of. After becoming a heavenly horse, I didn’t know it was cool, but it’s a new discovery.

My opponent is said to be somewhere in the Cheongpung Dojo.

According to the Ambassador, it is a place that has produced quite good warriors.

First, you can see the opponent on the field warming up.

age looks younger than me Well, by the standards of this world, I am old.

They say that in order to learn martial arts, you have to start at a much younger age or something.

Seeing that he doesn’t have any specific weapons, he’s thinking about using a fist.

After my introduction, the cheers of the audience rang again.

I gently put my trembling toes on the stone steps.

My stomach churned and my heart pounded.

“Well… do it.”

Climbing one of the stairs, Master spoke in a voice resembling a mosquito.

I turned my head and smiled at her.

“Sure. Who is the disciple?”

Oh, it seems to loosen up a little bit.

I climb the stairs slowly and face my opponent.

A boy who seems to be 15 years old now looks at me and takes a fist.

“It is said to be the best performance of the Cheongpung Dojo.”

“This is Kang In-ho from the Nobel Dojo.”

I also say hello.

The referee’s flag blocks me and Hoenn.

Now we must prepare for the fight.

Take a deep breath through your nose and hold it for a moment.

pounding

I feel my heart beating wildly.

Extend your right leg back and raise your hand.

It was not a posture taught by Master. No, it’s an attitude that has absolutely nothing to do with Yeomrun Gong.

Seeing my preparation posture, Hoenn slightly narrows his eyes and takes a horseback stance.

I don’t know what kind of martial arts it is, but it seems that it is a martial arts that starts like that.

I don’t know if there’s any trick to that posture or what the intention is.

It will be an unfavorable match for me, who is not familiar with martial arts.

“Come on! Get ready.”

However, there are a few things I realized while sparring with Master.

One, compared to the period of learning martial arts, my achievements are not bad.

Two, no matter how uninhabited a person is, if he is young, he lacks experience.

“start!”

Third, there is no need for me to be confined to the frame of ‘martial arts’.

***

As soon as Namgung Soyou sat down in the audience, the match began.

With shouts of waaa, Inho rushed forward.

Hoenn’s posture was disturbed by that reckless charge.

“You’re pretty fearless.”

As Yeomjin spoke while fanning a fan, Soyu Namgung spoke without taking her eyes off Inho.

“Because I practiced sparring a lot, so the fear of fighting would have disappeared.”

“That’s the same, but isn’t this the first time you’ve seen a sword dance like this?”

Certainly, compared to when he first entered the martial arts competition, In-ho was not afraid at all.

“Even if we forbid weeding, it’s a match where there are injured people. Inexperienced warriors are afraid to get hurt… Inho doesn’t have that. It’s as if he’s been hurt a lot.”

Namgung Soyou nodded at the teacher’s words.

Even when sparring with himself, Inho had no fear of getting hurt.

“Look at that. The achievement of martial arts is excellent, but isn’t it being pushed behind?”

From the start, Inho did not give the opponent a chance.

Regardless of how the opponent reacted, I first stuck close and alternately threw my left and right hands at the opponent’s head.

Because of the height difference, it became an attack from the top to the bottom.

At first, Ho-yeon of the military officer of Cheongpung evaded them and spread grass-eating on In-ho several times, but In-ho’s defense with both hands raised was not easily penetrated.

left hand, right hand and right foot.

No matter where he sold the herb food he taught him, Inho continued to stick to the same type of attack.

Attack Hoenn’s thighs with his left hand, right hand, and right leg.

It seemed that Hoenn was using a rattlesnake in response to that attack, but it was not heard in the hall that was roaring with cheers.

“I never thought I’d see the random fights you see on the streets here.”

I heard Binggum’s voice from the back.

Turning her head, Binggeom and Cheongyeon were sitting a short distance from her.

“Isn’t that interesting, Binggum?”

“I was looking forward to it because you sold the name of the dyer and made the seed participate in the contest, but the saying that there is nothing to eat at a famous party comes to mind.”

When Yeomjin spoke while fanning it, Binggum snorted.

“……”

Contrary to the teacher’s reaction, Cheong-yeon was quietly watching In-ho.

Namgung Soyou didn’t like that behavior for no reason.

Suppressing the unpleasant feeling, Soyou Namgung turned his gaze back to his disciple.

It could be seen that Hoyeon had gradually adapted to Inho’s attack and was able to cope with it with ease.

“Now, the attack will not work, so what should I do?”

Perhaps because he was nervous, So-yu was worried about In-ho.

It was Inho who showed a creative attack while sparring. But, why didn’t he attack like that, Soyou felt frustrated.

“uh?”

It was the sound that came out of Soyou’s mouth as he watched Inho’s attack.

Unlike before, I could see a lot of strength in the disciple’s left shoulder.

Unlike the left hand attack that was lightly checked, the left hand attack went out with quite a bit of power.

Hoenn’s center of gravity was slightly shaken after being attacked.

Then, a right hand attack, slightly lowering the body, aims for Hoyeon’s chin and enters.

As usual, Hoyeon kept her chin on her right hand.

“ah….”

A groan was heard from behind.

Cheongyeon also saw the same thing as Soyou.

It was Inho’s foot attack, which had always been aiming for Hoyeon’s thighs.

However, this time he was aiming for Hoenn’s face.

“You mean… you were aiming for this?”

It’s something that doesn’t work in the world of masters, but it’s a fight between those who have no experience.

If you plant the same attack over and over again, your body will react first.

F*ck!

While blocking Inho’s right hand, the defense on the side of Hoyeon’s face was empty, and Inho’s foot struck directly there.

Hoyeon, who was hit by a kick with a lot of strength in her back, fell flat and couldn’t get up.

The referee ran over, looked at Hoyeon’s condition, and raised her hand to point at Inho.

“Winner! Kang In-ho of the Nobel Dojo!”

Although it showed little, it was still a victory.

People cheered, and In-ho showed courtesy to the fallen opponent by taking a throw.

Inho passed the 1st preliminary round.

Soyou wanted to go to Inho, but held back.

Her clenched fists were wet with sweat.

The 2nd round started after all the 1st qualifying rounds.

The opponent put pressure on In-ho from the start to avoid being targeted by In-ho.

As In-ho circled around him with light movements and launched an attack, In-ho crouched down like a hedgehog to receive the attack.

“What are you going to do this time, Inho?”

Soyou chewed his lower lip.

For a moment, Inho leaned down.

The opponent’s kick, aiming for the neck, cut through the air.

He couldn’t hear him because of the distance and noise, but he could tell what In-ho was saying.

[Caught.]

In-ho rushed at the opponent, who was a bit loose because of his one-sided attack, and slammed his shoulder into his stomach.

Then he hung it on the ground and went up on top of it.

The oppressed opponent punched In-ho in order to somehow get out, but In-ho put his fist in his armpit and continued to slap him in the face with the other hand.

It was savage and cruel, but its destructive power was certain.

Inho’s fists that he slammed from top to bottom did not miss, and before he knew it, his opponent’s face was covered in blood.

The referee gasped and removed the seal, announcing the end of the game.

***

“Modern martial arts… the best. F*ck.”

My whole body was cold. I was prepared and met, but to be sick is to be sick.

I thought I would have achieved my goal by winning the first game, but it feels good to win the second game and advance to the finals.

Today, the finalists will be drawn, and the finals will be held from the next day.

If it’s a schedule where you play the 1st and 2nd games and go straight to the finals, it’s ridiculous.

Anyway, I suppressed the desire to go back to the dorm and lie down, and sit on the small chair provided for the finalists to watch the draw.

Like me, there were two people who passed the preliminaries and advanced to the finals. The other 10 are people who started from the beginning in the finals like Master.

It’s unfair from the point of view of modern people, but what can I do?

And since all of them are excellent martial arts, you can’t just say it’s unfair.

“The finals won’t be so easy.”

I heard that my strategy worked in the preliminaries, but I have a feeling that I will be robbed in the finals.

What if you meet Master as your first opponent in the finals?

It’s a 5 second cut.

“1st match in the finals. Yeomryungong’s possession of Namgung!”

To put those concerns to shame, Master ended up hanging out with someone else.

At least I won’t be beaten by Master. thank god.

That’s how the matchup was decided until the 3rd and 4th games of the finals.

“Five matches in the finals. Kang In-ho of the Nobel Dojo!”

Finally my name was called.

“And the blue dragon ball!”

…uh?

My gaze automatically turned to the VIP seat where Master was sitting.

Master’s face was no different from mine.

“……”

Then, Master’s and my eyes turned to Cheong-yeon, who was slightly above.