The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 128

But there was still a shadow on the disciples' faces. The strongest, Gwak Wol and Deungroe, were out. And the strongest, the Huashan Sect. Moreover, the participating players were also reinforced with the strongest. It would be a lie if they weren't worried.

Mok Wigun had the disciples gather.

"I know. That you are afraid now. I have also been there."

He had experienced it a great many times. So many that he couldn't count.

"We are in the darkest moment. It will be a darkness where nothing can be seen. But when the match starts, you will know. That the dawn is coming."

Mok Wigun was confident. That they could definitely win.

"There is no way back now. So believe. Believe in me. Believe in the training we have done. And show those who have done such a dirty thing what you can do!"

At the word 'training', the disciples' bodies were seen to tremble. They were remembering. What they had done for two days. At that, their expressions changed.

A new resolve filled the guys' faces. Mok Wigun wrote down the order of the sect battle for Pung Chosan. And he looked at the disciples who were entering the arena and preparing for the sect battle.

"Why are you here?"

Pyon Juksu asked.

"The guys will take revenge in their own way, and I have to punish them in my own way."

"Aha. You're going to do it today?"

Mok Wigun nodded. There's no good in dragging it out. So today is the right time. Pyon Juksu said as if he was worried.

"But what if the kids lose?"

"It'll be fine."

Mok Wigun said, looking at the disciple.

"They are the kids I trained. I don't train that carelessly."

* * *

The sect battle between the Huashan Sect and the Zhongnan Sect. Everyone thought it was the best match among the sect battle duels in this tournament.

"They said the Zhongnan Sect was completely ruined, but I guess that wasn't the case."

"Still, aren't they one of the Nine Great Sects? And the Zhongnan Sect was really amazing in the past."

There were quite a lot of people who were cheering for the Zhongnan Sect. People always like to see the underdog win. So they were very happy that the Zhongnan Sect, which had been on the decline, was getting such good results.

"But they probably won't be able to beat Huashan, right?"

"You never know. Who knows?"

"Eh. No matter what, it's difficult against the Huashan Sect."

"What are you talking about? Don't you know that the kid named Gwak Wol beat Gyojin?"

The atmosphere was hot even before it started. And the match that started. The sect battle was hot from the first match. The Huashan Sect put the new guy they had brought in at the forefront. The intention was to bring victory from the beginning.

But the match did not go as Huashan had intended from the beginning. Mun Geomyeong came out and subdued the opponent after a fierce battle. But the referee hesitated.

"Aren't you going to declare it?"

When Pung Chosan shouted, he finally looked around and then declared.

"Mun Geomyeong wins!"

Mun Geomyeong glared at the Huashan Sect's side, clenched his two fists, and then shouted.

"Ugh!!"

A shout of anger. The Huashan Sect's side also showed their displeasure. But what can you do? It has already come to this. It's too late for the relationship between the two sects to get better.

"Wow. That's amazing. The Zhongnan Sect won the first match."

"I know, right? I was also cheering for Zhongnan, but I thought it would be one-sided. This duel today is going to be worth watching."

The spectators also began to boil over.

"Alright. We won the first match, but we can't be careless. You all know that, right?"

Pung Chosan, who was practically leading the sect battle, comforted the disciples. If you get excited, you'll ruin the match. So you have to maintain your composure.

But he was also excited. This duel was also a close call. It was a match where it wouldn't be strange if either side won. Besides, the upcoming matches were also not easy. In fact, Pung Chosan was a little worried.

'The only one stronger than Mun Geomyeong is Won Gagyeol. But on that side, there are three guys who are stronger than the disciple who just came out...'

Among the seven second-generation disciples, at least four must win. Only then can he finish it and lead the sect battle to victory. Since Mun Geomyeong has won now, three more must win.

But the only certain guy is Won Gagyeol. He really doesn't know what will happen to the rest. If it goes wrong, all five of them could lose. If that happens, the sect battle will end in defeat without him even being able to do anything.

'Please, just three more win.'

But Dan Yuhyeon, who came out in the next match, and Beom Munsaeng, who participated after that, both lost. They fought really well, but the opponent was too strong. Fortunately, perhaps because the first defeat was a shock, they sent out the strong guys in succession.

The next to come out was Jang Sogun. She won after a really hard-fought battle.

"Phew. It would be better if I fought myself. I can't watch because my heart is about to burst."

Pung Chosan felt like he was becoming exhausted after each match. It was the first time he had had such a difficult day in his life.

"Now it's two wins. If we win two more times..."

The next to come out was Won Gagyeol. Pung Chosan secretly hoped that a strong disciple would come out from the opponent's side as well. But looking at the list they had exchanged at the beginning, it was the weakest disciple. Of course, Won Gagyeol won.

"A pity. But we only need to win one more."

Now, the only ones left were So Jeonghak and Mun Soso. Two people. One of them must win. If both of them lose, even if Pung Chosan wins, it will go to the last match. The last match is a certain defeat.

Because Huashan has a renowned elder, but Zhongnan has a sect leader who is weak in martial arts. But unfortunately, Mun Soso, who came out next, lost.

"Ah. What a pity. If it's like this, the Huashan Sect wins, right?"

"I guess so. The last second-generation disciple to come out is one of the strongest in Huashan."

"That's right. And behind him is Guyeohae. Pung Chosan is amazing, but he probably won't be able to beat Guyeohae."

The spectators thought that the tide of victory had turned to Huashan.

'Phew. My heart is really pounding and about to jump out of my throat.'

Pung Chosan really felt like he was going to collapse. He wouldn't be this nervous and anxious even if he was having his own match. He really felt like he was going crazy. Besides, since he had lost, the shock was even greater. Now, the last match.

So Jeonghak. He was a diligent and decent disciple, but it was difficult to compare him with the disciple of the Huashan Sect who had just come out. Because the guy who had just come out was one of the top disciples among the second-generation disciples of Huashan. Well, that's probably why the guy came out last.

"Do your best. Fight without leaving any regrets."

"Don't worry."

Pung Chosan was rather comforted by So Jeonghak. So Jeonghak was not trembling or anxious. He just calmly prepared for the match. It was a completely different appearance from his usual light and playful self.

It even felt as if a different person was standing there.

"What are you doing, Pung Chosan? To think you're making a fuss when you should be comforting a second-generation disciple."

Pung Chosan greatly blamed himself. He, who should have stabilized the disciples and held the center, had rather been anxious and restless.

'Win. Jeonghak. Please.'

But the situation was not good. There was a clear difference in skill. Although the Zhongnan Sect disciples had grown rapidly in a short period of time, it seemed they were not enough to fill all the gaps. But it was then.

"Haaat!"

So Jeonghak prepared his special move. So Jeonghak had been enduring and enduring for a single move. A technique that could only be used once. He had been patiently waiting for the right time, even while being hit a little. It was something he would never have been able to do in his usual self.

But after facing another side within himself, he knew. That he could do it too. That's why Mok Wigun had placed So Jeonghak at the very end.

Tak!

So Jeonghak's sword deflected the opponent's attack. And then it swung at the opponent's head. A normal swing. But it was different from the attacks so far.

'You're still clumsy at compressing your internal energy. The preparation time is also long, and what you've gathered is over after using it about once. So I'll tell you how to use that one time.'

The words that Mok Wigun had said. And he had taught him one move. He had said that if it went in properly, even a peak master would be in trouble. So he had only practiced that.

As expected, the opponent blocked the attack. Just as he had been doing so far. But this time, it proceeded in a different way than before.

"Huh? This..."

Until now, he had deflected So Jeonghak's sword and then counterattacked or retreated a little. But this time, he had tried to deflect the wooden sword, but it hadn't worked. Strangely, the opponent's sword had moved smoothly and then had stuck to his sword.

"Ugh!"

The opponent tried to shake off the sword. But strangely, he couldn't. And So Jeonghak felt that the time had come.

'It went in properly.'

He felt the opponent pushing in his internal energy to shake it off. So Jeonghak used the compressed internal energy he had been preparing all this time. He drew in the opponent's internal energy, combined it with his own, and then returned it to the opponent.

Hwiririk!

As he did so, So Jeonghak drew a small circle with his sword. At that, the opponent's body rotated in the air as the circle was drawn.

"Huh? Huh?"

When had he ever experienced his body spinning in the air during a duel? A strange situation he was experiencing for the first time. The opponent was flustered and shouted. To shout while being flustered and not knowing what to do during a duel? That was the same as having lost.

Thwack.

So Jeonghak's sword was gently placed on the shoulder of the opponent who was staggering and trying to regain his balance after rotating.

"Ugh!!"

Before the referee's declaration came out, the cheers of the Zhongnan Sect disciples erupted. And the spectators also cheered. So Jeonghak had been pushed back continuously until now. It was even a little one-sided. But to think of such an amazing comeback victory.

"What happens now? Isn't it Guyeohae and Pung Chosan?"

The person representing the Huashan Sect now that Gyojin had been eliminated in the individual competition was Guyeohae. A person who had been able to come out to the tournament despite being a member of the grand elder's faction. A martial artist whose skills no one could say anything about.

"Although Gyojin and Guyeohae are mentioned together, isn't Guyeohae honestly the strongest?"

"There's a lot of talk like that."

Now the match was to be decided by the match between Guyeohae and Pung Chosan. The winner's side wins. If Guyeohae wins, it will be the same number of wins, but the last match is a certain victory for Huashan.

Pung Chosan was happy with the current situation. Because he was able to end this duel with his own hands.

"This is great. This is really great."

The tension and fatigue that had built up while watching seemed to fly away in an instant.

"I'm really not cut out for the role of watching from behind."

"What are you muttering about?"

Guyeohae spoke to him.

"There's something. I won't drag it out for long. I'm a little tired today, so I want to rest quickly."

"Funny guy. You think you're the Pung Chosan of the past..."

Guyeohae let out a sneer. You're not the Pung Chosan of the past. A lot of time has passed, and a lot has changed. He was about to say that. But Pung Chosan cut him off.

"Let's do it quickly. I'll show you that Zhongnan has been revived."

Pung Chosan held a sword in his right hand and placed his left hand in front of his body in a strange stance.

(End of Chapter)