The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 118

Kwaaaang!!

A tremendous explosion roared. It was a sound like a huge amount of bombs exploding.

"What's going on?"

People flocked from all sides. It was a sound that couldn't possibly be made in the process of registering, so they had run over in surprise.

And the people who had run over saw an amazing sight. There was a large handprint on the stone wall, and its depth was incomparably deeper than the other marks.

"It would go up to the forearm."

If the other people's marks were up to the wrist, this was more than twice as deep.

"No. This would be at the top level. Isn't this depth something that can be counted on one's fingers?"

"And what was that sound?"

"Huh? No. Isn't that Pung Chosan? The one who defeated the prodigy of Wudang in the main tournament."

It was a mess. And the news that Pung Chosan had returned and had left a mark of tremendous depth spread like wildfire. To the extent that there was no one among the participants of the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly who didn't know the news.

Even in that commotion, the registration of the other participants continued.

"I am Won Gagyeol, a second-generation disciple of the Zhongnan Sect."

"A second-generation disciple? Of the Zhongnan Sect?"

The registrar raised his head and looked at Won Gagyeol. There were occasional cases where second-generation disciples came out. Even in Huashan, there were a few who had come out in the individual competition from among the second-generation disciples.

But that was the story of a huge sect. It's something that's only possible in a place where talented disciples are swarming. Among those disciples, there are guys who are particularly outstanding. Such guys come out in the individual competition. But a second-generation disciple of the ruined Zhongnan?

"You can leave a mark there."

He had also heard the story of the Zhongnan Sect. The story that they would be excluded from the Nine Sects One Gang at the end of this year. So he thought he had come out as a souvenir since it was the last time. Well, it would be good to have one such memory.

"Phew."

Numerous handprints. Seeing that, Won Gagyeol became even more nervous. But when he took a deep breath, he quickly calmed down.

'If I can just compress it, I can succeed.'

It was a technique that worked and didn't work. But he wanted to succeed this time. Won Gagyeol focused his mind, thinking about what he had learned so far.

"Hurry up. Don't you see the people waiting behind you?"

The measurer was annoyed. But Won Gagyeol did not hurry.

'If I hurry, I will definitely fail. Calmly. But when I push, like an angry wave.'

Won Gagyeol gathered his internal energy in his hands. He had to make the one that arrived first wait and make the one that came later continue to overlap. He felt that he was more focused than ever before. A feeling as if the world was moving slowly. He saw a bird on the stone wall that was almost stopped.

And he felt every movement and state of the internal energy in his body. The overlapping and overlapping internal energy gathered to the full, and finally, the time came.

"Haaat!"

Won Gagyeol extended his hand forward. The trapped internal energy was spewed out with a fierce momentum.

Thwack!

The stone wall was dented. Won Gagyeol momentarily felt his head ring and dizzy. And then time passed at its normal speed again. The bird that had been moving slowly on the stone wall flew away like an arrow.

"Huh?"

The measurer was surprised. He had thought he would naturally be eliminated because he was a second-generation disciple of the Zhongnan Sect, but the mark was deeper than he had thought.

"Let's see."

The measurer who was measuring the depth with a ruler. If it passed, he would raise a blue flag and shout 'pass'. If not, he would raise a red flag and shout 'fail'.

Won Gagyeol staggered for a moment and then shook his head to come to his senses. And he saw what verdict the measurer was giving. But the measurer tilted his head and then measured the depth again.

The measurer who was looking closely. He hesitated for a moment and then raised the flag and shouted.

"Pass!"

"Oh ho."

Exclamations were heard from the surroundings. In the individual competition, there are quite a few cases where even martial artists who are quite old are eliminated. It's not easy to pass. But since a young disciple of the Zhongnan Sect had passed, everyone was surprised.

"Alright!"

Won Gagyeol clenched his fist and shouted. He bowed to the measurer and the registrar.

"Thank you."

The measurer and the registrar also had a pleased smile.

"You must have worked hard. Yes. Do well."

Won Gagyeol, thinking he had to go and tell this news quickly, ran to the place where they were registering for the sect battle. And there, he heard that the other three had also passed.

"You all worked hard."

Mok Wigun encouraged the disciples. Pyon Juksu also approached and said.

"It was hard, right? Eat one of these."

He gave them one Cheongsim Hwallyeokhwan each.

"You have to do it one more time when you register for the sect battle, so eat this and rest."

The sect battle is the same method. The nine participants leave a palm force, and the match-up table is decided based on its depth. The strong sects are assigned so that they don't fight each other in the early stages.

"With this, we won't have to fight a strong place in the early stages."

The second-generation disciples had done better than he had thought. Although there were some things in the beginning, it wasn't bad so far.

"But seeing what they've done so far, I don't think they'll just let it go easily..."

Mok Wigun muttered as he looked at the stage that was made for the duel.

* * *

"What do you mean by that? That five people applied?"

Taeseokgwan of the Huashan Sect, after receiving the report from his subordinate, asked again as if he couldn't believe it. He had returned to the Huashan Sect and had told them the situation. The Huashan Sect leader, who had heard that, had used his power and had raised the standard so that the Zhongnan Sect could not remain in the Nine Sects One Gang. That at least two people had to go to the main tournament in the individual competition.

The Huashan Sect leader had a bad feeling about not only Zhongnan but also Mok Wigun. So he had thrown a stronger move than Taeseokgwan had thought. So he had thought it was the end. Because he had thought that the only one who would go to the individual competition from the Zhongnan Sect was Pung Chosan.

"Is there anyone to apply other than Pung Chosan? Who on earth applied?"

"Four more second-generation disciples have applied."

"Second-generation disciples?"

Among the first-generation disciples, since the only one who was usable was Pung Chosan, it was expected that he would register. But second-generation disciples?

"Were there any guys among the second-generation disciples who were worthy of coming out in the individual competition? No. Wait."

Taeseokgwan urged his subordinate.

"You're saying four second-generation disciples passed? By satisfying the qualification to participate in the individual competition?"

"Yes. Four people have passed."

It was strange. The qualification to pass the individual competition was not that easy. But not just one, but four had passed? That meant his thoughts were completely wrong.

"Could the strength of the Zhongnan Sect be stronger than I thought?"

Taeseokgwan stood up and quickly moved somewhere. The place he was heading to was the place that was in charge of this competition. He quietly went inside. Perhaps because it was late at night, only one person on duty was left.

"What are you doing here?"

It was one of the elders of the Huashan Sect.

"I came to see some data because I was curious."

"Oh?"

Taeseokgwan slyly placed a gold ingot on the table. Originally, they were data that should not be shown to just anyone. Everything has a price. At that, the elder naturally took it and said.

"Look for it."

Taeseokgwan immediately looked at the records where the overall situation of the competition was organized.

"What is this record?"

Taeseokgwan couldn't help but be surprised after seeing Pung Chosan's record. It was a record that corresponded to the third place in the overall record. Among today's records, it was definitely the first place.

"He must have rested for a long time, but this kind of record?"

"You mean Pung Chosan?"

The elder told him the story he had heard today. That a huge explosion had occurred, and everyone had run over, and they were all surprised after seeing Pung Chosan's record.

If this happened, he couldn't play a trick. Since he had left such a record, he would naturally be placed in a good position. So it's impossible to manipulate it so that he meets a strong person in the early stages.

"One person is fine."

One person can advance to the main tournament. Taeseokgwan pulled himself together. And he also looked at the records of the other passers.

"Hmm. Perhaps because they are second-generation disciples, their records are certainly not good."

All four of them had barely passed. They were not very threatening.

"Well, since they are second-generation disciples."

Especially Won Gagyeol had barely passed. Then it wasn't something to be greatly concerned about that four more had passed.

"With this, I think they'll be eliminated on their own."

The martial artists who came out in the individual competition are all experienced strong people. They are not people that the young disciples of Zhongnan can face.

"Still, it's better to be sure, right?"

Taeseokgwan decided that he had to make them fight with strong people if possible and drop them in the early stages. To do that, it would cost a lot of money, but that was not Taeseokgwan's business.

'It's not my money anyway.'

Taeseokgwan this time headed to the place where they were busy making the match-up table. There, about five people were making the match-up table for the individual competition and the sect battle.

They were all senior martial artists who were quite old. There was also one elder of the Huashan Sect, and it was composed of the elders of other sects or those who had held a position in the Martial Alliance.

"No. Isn't that the Cold Sword? What are you doing here?"

The elder of the Huashan Sect flattered him. It was all discussed in advance. Still, he came out like this. It could be that the factions in Huashan are different, or it could be that he is asking for more.

"I came here because I have a favor to ask."

"Oh? What is it?"

Taeseokgwan quietly went to the match-up table and checked the positions of the four second-generation disciples of the Zhongnan Sect. Taeseokgwan lifted the wooden plaques with the names of the Zhongnan Sect disciples and placed them in different positions. So that they would all fight with the main tournament qualifiers from last year.

"You're saying you're going to change these three?"

"I would like that."

"Three people. To do that, the people here will have to go through a lot of trouble."

What trouble? They just have to proceed as they have moved it now. There's nothing difficult or troublesome. But you can't say it like that.

"I will give you a sufficient reward separately. It will be a sufficient compensation for your trouble."

"Is that so? Since it's the Cold Sword's work, he'll take care of it. Isn't that right?"

The person who had spoken first smiled and said to everyone.

"Since he says he will show his sincerity, let's do that."

Taeseokgwan bowed his head, saying thank you. And this time, he also looked at the match-up table for the sect battle. But there was no need to touch the sect battle. Even if they kept coming up, they were set to meet the Huashan Sect in the round of 8.

'I guess I don't have to spend money on this separately.'

Taeseokgwan bowed to the elders and then came out. Thinking that now there would be no way for the Zhongnan Sect to escape.

* * *

"Pardon? We're training today too?"

"Why? Did you think we wouldn't do it today?"

At Mok Wigun's words, all the second-generation disciples shook their heads. The match is tomorrow, but they're training today?

"Shouldn't we rest and prepare today?"

"That's right. If we do this, what if it affects tomorrow's match..."

Mok Wigun grinned.

"Don't worry. Do you think I'm doing this once or twice? I'll just do it to the extent that it's perfect for tomorrow's match, so let's all go out."

Mok Wigun said one more thing to the disciples who were dawdling with a desperate expression.

"If you keep doing this, we'll do it tomorrow morning too."

"No."

The disciples shouted and all ran out.

(End of Chapter)