The Mad Dog Inspector of the Martial Alliance

Chapter 80 : Go to Heaven (3)

"Until I was sixteen, I was a person of the Beggars' Sect. I was a White-Robed Knot, which you bastards look down on so much. Now I know about the dual structure of the Beggars' Sect, but at that time, the only Beggars' Sect I knew was just trash like you. I hated the Beggars' Sect so much that I secretly investigated their weaknesses. From petty wrongdoings to grave crimes that would get them killed if they were caught by the Martial Alliance. I even kept writing down things that would be profitable enough to wipe out a branch if I secretly leaked them to the Unorthodox Faction. And in the end, I stealthily left it at the residence of a Two-Knot Beggar."

"Kkeu..."

"That Two-Knot Beggar was very vicious and a complete mess, and his head was simple and his spending was lavish, so he would have used the dog meat book indiscriminately without much thought. The trash of the branch were scheduled to bite each other and all die. But you ruined everything."

Contrary to Jang So-gil's intentions, that Two-Knot Beggar had died quietly, and Po Chungryang had extinguished the rumor about the dog meat book that Jang So-gil had secretly spread to cause internal strife.

A hidden dagger that stabs an ally creates many enemies the moment it is drawn. The wisest way to use it is to hide it away until it can be used as a trump card at an important moment.

"You were wise in your own way, so you used the dog meat book too well. Of course, even if you didn't have the book I made, you were a fellow who would have made a dog meat book sooner or later. Anyway, I ended up feeling a sense of responsibility for the affairs of the Beggars' Sect."

Jang So-gil shrugged his shoulders and opened the book. The dog meat book he had made in the past was only about twenty pages long. At that time, he didn't even know how to write, so it was a book scribbled with the crude secret codes and inscriptions of the Beggars' Sect. But now that he had it back, the amount was over a hundred pages. Po Chungryang had gathered far more weaknesses than Jang So-gil had collected.

"Really, you are a rather troublesome opponent. In the case of Seok Pacheon, whom I faced in the past, he was quite good at using his head, but in the end, he was a martial artist. He couldn't fix his habit of worshipping power. But you are meticulous in your personality and a coward, so you consider your own safety the most important thing. Regardless of the strength of your martial arts, you were a rather annoying enemy. To think you were a fellow with the skill to mobilize Man Bakja. I was quite surprised."

This book would be a great asset in the future. Since the weaknesses of the people of the Beggars' Sect and the many people who traded with the Beggars' Sect were densely recorded, just one line could destroy a sect.

Po Chungryang had used this book to move Man Bakja. But if Jang So-gil were to use this book, he could do even more. It was because the level of its ripple effect was different when Po Chungryang, a Four-Knot Beggar of the Beggars' Sect, used it, and when Jang So-gil, an inspector of the Martial Alliance, used it.

"I'll take this book well. And now you know, right? This is the third reason why you have to die. How can I let a fellow who has multiplied the amount of the dog meat book several times in just a few years live? You are too much of a headache to be left alive."

Even if he begged to be saved, no means would work. Despair, resignation, and fear filled Po Chungryang's face. Jang So-gil looked down at Po Chungryang with cold eyes.

"It's not my place to say this, but go to heaven."

The White Azure Divine Sword shone blue.

* * *

Man Bakja and Byeokryeokja could not reach a conclusion. Man Bakja could not display his skills because his heart was ashamed, and Byeokryeokja, because he was wearing the mask of justice, did not use the thunderclap bombs that could cause mass damage or his own unique martial art, the 'Exploding Heart Palm'.

Jang So-gil did not wish for Man Bakja's death. If he died, it would cause various troublesome things.

Byeokryeokja also had no intention of killing Man Bakja. It was because if Man Bakja, who went around ramming into things here and there with his stubborn personality, were to die, the martial world would become a little more boring.

Thus, the fight between the two super-peak masters took on the aspect of a tedious long-term battle, and it came to an end with Man Bakja being hit hard in the chest and suffering an injury of vomiting a little blood.

"Hehehe. Being an apostle of justice is a tough job. If we fight any longer, I might kill you. This old man will yield today, so hurry up and run away."

"Kkeueueueu..."

"Or should I prepare a grave for you here? It's your specialty to die while caring about face. But if you die while fighting like this, there's no greater disgrace."

Man Bakja trembled with humiliation and turned his body. Indeed, Man Bakja and Byeokryeokja, as two old masters who had gone through all sorts of hardships, were quick to connect and disconnect. Although it was a martial artist who crossed the boundary of life and death over a personal grudge, he could not end his eventful life in such a trivial situation.

Man Bakja quickly left the place. The fight ended with Byeokryeokja's victory by decision.

But Lee Dongpyeong and Yang Gwan, the remaining two, were different. Although they were rising stars with little experience, because they were young, their spirit was great. Moreover, since the two had been thinking of each other as rivals, they could not easily back down.

Lee Dongpyeong and Yang Gwan did not stop even while watching the two old seniors retreat. The fight between the two was truly a close match. If one hit, the other counterattacked, if one created distance, the other closed the distance, and the fight seemed to end but did not end.

The sun set, and rose.

Lee Dongpyeong thought.

'Aish, this bastard. Why did he get so strong?'

At the time of the Dragon and Phoenix Assembly, Lee Dongpyeong had been able to beat Yang Gwan without much difficulty. In terms of martial arts level alone, even then, Yang Gwan was a little superior. But he had the noble spirit of the orthodox sect and a rather straightforward personality, so he was not a person who would fight fiercely as if burning his life in a place like the Dragon and Phoenix Assembly. So he had been able to win easily.

But today was different.

"Iyaap!"

"Keuheup, the lazy donkey rolling on the ground again!"

Yang Gwan was doing the 'lazy donkey rolling on the ground'.

It was called the 'lazy donkey rolling on the ground' because one rolled on the ground like a lazy donkey. The word 'lazy donkey' meant that one had not trained enough, and rolling on the ground was an act of throwing away the honor of one's sect and oneself, so it was a martial art that everyone detested.

Lee Dongpyeong was the only master among the Ten Dragons who had made the 'lazy donkey rolling on the ground' his specialty. In fact, even the groups of the Black Way in the marketplace did not make the 'lazy donkey rolling on the ground' their specialty, so it was no exaggeration to say that Lee Dongpyeong and his master were the only two masters in the martial world who had made the 'lazy donkey rolling on the ground' their signature peerless skill.

But the legitimate eldest son of the Yang family, who was called the 'Divine Spear', a talent of the world, was using that 'lazy donkey rolling on the ground'? And he was fighting while using it more than ten times in less than an hour? If his ancestors had seen it, it would have been a matter of them rising from their graves.

But that was happening in reality. Yang Gwan had followed Lee Dongpyeong while rolling on the ground several times.

"This bastard is not in his right mind!"

"If you do it, it's in your right mind, and if I do it, it's not in my right mind!"

"You, you bastard, there's still a thing called propriety! You're from the Yang family, and a secular disciple of the Shaolin Temple. You have to maintain your dignity!"

"Something like that doesn't matter at all. The honor of my family, the honor of my sect, I don't need any of it! I, will not lose! For the sake of Young Master So, I cannot lose!"

Yang Gwan's fighting spirit burned fiercely. He was truly burning his fighting spirit like a flame. Lee Dongpyeong, who had grown up eating stolen dog food and prided himself on his tenacity being incomparable to the sissies of the orthodox sect, was far surpassed by Yang Gwan's spirit. For a moment, he was intimidated and flinched.

"An opening!"

"Oops!"

Aiming for that opening, Yang Gwan's attack continued. It was a derivative fist art based on the Shaolin Diamond Hand. It was probably an application of the moves of the Yang Family Spear Art with his fingertips.

It pierced sharply and came in for a vital point. A powerful move that would end the fight if it hit!

Lee Dongpyeong displayed his wit in an instant. Instead of trying to dodge, he stuck to him. He grabbed Yang Gwan's trouser leg as if he were hanging on.

Lee Dongpyeong's specialty was the 'Earth Dragon Fist', which broke joints. If he stuck like this, he could break all the joints in the knee.

Of course, if Yang Gwan were to thrust the 'Gwan Hand' that he had applied from the Yang Family Spear Art as it was, Lee Dongpyeong would definitely lose. But would he have the guts to attack while giving up his own knee? It was a move based on the assumption that he would stop the deployment of his move to shake him off.

It was a misjudgment.

"Ack-!"

Yang Gwan stabbed Lee Dongpyeong as he was. As a result, Yang Gwan's right knee was broken, but since the 'Gwan Hand' was deeply embedded in Lee Dongpyeong's side, it was a clear defeat.

He rolled on the ground, spraying blood. If he didn't find a doctor right away, his life would be in danger.

Lee Dongpyeong had no choice but to admit his defeat.

"For a guy who learned from a bald monk, you've got quite a bit of poison... I lost."

The reason for the defeat was clear at a glance.

Yang Gwan's tenacity had crushed Lee Dongpyeong's tenacity. The good-natured person who had not been attached to victory or defeat had harbored poison.

Yang Gwan, who had something to protect, was a completely different person from before. Lee Dongpyeong let out a groan at the intuition that he would not be able to beat Yang Gwan in the future.

Yang Gwan, catching his breath, replied lowly.

"Yes, I won, Ugly Dragon."

* * *

Although he had barely won a difficult and tiring fight. Jang So-gil's reaction was cold.

"Well done, well done, you damn bastard. You broke your knee to win a fight that wasn't even that important? Very well done, you idiot!"

"B-but, Young Master So, if I had lost, your life..."

"Do you think my life would be on the line against a fellow like Lee Dongpyeong? And you, who broke your knee while dealing with just one Lee Dongpyeong, how would you even be a match for Man Bakja? You should have fought moderately and then run away, you stupid bastard. You fought while messing up your own body? Hey, if you have a mouth, say something."

"But I didn't know that you had already left the place, Young Master So."

"Shiba, who told you to make excuses?"

"...It was you who told me to speak, Young Master So."

"Oh, are you talking back?"

It was unreasonable. He had told him to speak, and when he did, he told him not to make excuses.

To be scolded like this after winning while burning his fighting spirit. It was so unreasonable.

Yang Gwan pouted his lips and lowered his head.

Then, as if frustrated, Jang So-gil pounded his own chest.

"Aigo, shibal. To think he messed up the knee he had injured before. It's not going to take a short time to fix this, and of all places to get injured, he had to injure that place."

"I have also learned the Shaolin Diamond Art, so I should be fine if I just rest for a couple of months."

"Shut your mouth. Because I'm pissed."

"..."

Although there was an unexpected variable named Man Bakja in this incident, in the end, everything was resolved well. He had gained a reliable supporter named Byeokryeokja, and he had also obtained an item comparable to a divine weapon that he would use for a long time to come, the 'dog meat book'.

Was that all? He had found Po Chungryang's secret ledger and had also gotten his hands on the vast fortune he had accumulated. All that was left was to happily flick the abacus while calculating the money to be sent to the officials of Kaifeng and the Beggars' Sect, the money to be brought to the Martial Alliance, and the money that Jang So-gil would take separately.

They say that a jinx follows a good thing, and Yang Gwan's knee was shattered.

If you weighed what was gained and what was lost, what was gained was still several times more, but Jang So-gil was not happy at all.

"From now on, when you fight while messing up your own body, get my permission."

"No, what kind of martial artist gets permission for every little thing..."

"Wow, didn't I tell you to shut your mouth? You're still opening your mouth?"

"..."

"Yes. If I say something, just listen and nod your head. You're pissing me off, so you shut up."

He was really unreasonable.

But since it seemed that Jang So-gil was not just ordinarily angry, he had no choice but to be quiet.

As Yang Gwan was watching him, Jang So-gil drank several glasses of cold water and cooled his anger.

"Ah. Even though I'm pissed, you should know this too. This matter is now more or less concluded. All that's left is the calculation of the money. I'll explain it once, so pull yourself together and listen."

"..."

"Oh? You're not even replying now?"

The angry Young Master So was unbearably unreasonable.

Yang Gwan trembled.

(End of Chapter)