The World of Sound - Chapter 27



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Wi Ji-cheon’s eyebrows twitched at Cheon-hwa’s bet proposal.

Of course, he was going to win, so he was planning to trap Cheonhwa, thinking that she would not back down, but he was upset when he went a step further and suggested a bet.

“You cheeky brat. Alright. If I win, bow your head and apologize. I don’t think that’ll happen, but if I lose, I’ll apologize in the same way.”

But there was no reason not to accept it.

Because the picture I wanted was completed.

This would make it difficult for Margin to step forward himself, and even if he did step forward and destroy this place or threaten them, it would only make his appearance look funny, so he bit back a bitter smile.

“It’s not me, it’s you. Also, since that musician was hurt, it’s only natural that you get hurt as well. Of course, you should pay proper compensation.”

“A musician? Ha! Alright. Let’s do that. Then… … .”

But Cheonhwa slightly put the brakes on his words.

Because it was not he who deserved the proper apology, but the musician who was hurt by him.

He added that in addition to calculating the wages for not being able to work until the injury is completely healed, sufficient compensation for mental and physical damages should be provided, and that since he has hurt others, he should also suffer the same wounds.

He was a martial artist, so it would be right to repay him with more than just a single stab of the sword, but since he was going to give it to him through his martial arts skills, this would be enough compensation for the musician.

“Those are obvious things. The conditions of the bet should be set separately. There is no way to bet on something that is obvious.”

“… … What do you want?”

But those were things that were strictly natural and deserved to be received.

Cheonhwa pointed that out because it was a nonsense to put that as a condition of the bet in the first place.

Of course, from his perspective, he may be considered a special class, but bowing down to a mere musician hired by a barracks may be considered a great disgrace and humiliation, but that is none of Cheonhwa’s business.

That’s why I put forward the conditions for a full-scale bet.

“Let’s keep it simple. Give me everything you’ve got.”

He declared that he would give away everything he had.

It was quite generous to give everything he had in exchange for saving his life, but Wi Ji-cheon seemed to have other thoughts.

He thinks that his position and possessions are different from Cheonhwa’s, and although he has climbed to the 6th floor, he is wearing ordinary military uniforms to the point where it is questionable whether he has enough money to enjoy this place.

“Ha! Do you think that you and I have the same things? Or are you trying to rely on luck to tell your fortune? Now that I think about it, it looks like you were intentionally picking a fight.”

Is it because I am intoxicated with some kind of sense of being the chosen people?

Or is he just drunk on his own made-up excuses?

The bastard was completely sarcastic and sarcastic.

He was the one who made the mistake and started the fight, and he spoke as if Cheonhwa approached him to get a chance at a big win.

“10,000 nyang of gold.”

“… … ?”

“I think this should be enough.”

At that moment, instead of answering, Cheonhwa pulled out her purse and took out a 10,000-nyang note from Haomen and shook it.

He had decided to purchase items such as Cheonjamsa and Cheolryeongmok, but since the items he had decided to sell were elixirs that could fetch a higher price than any other item in the martial arts world, he was able to take all the money he earned from the gambling house with him.

“The receipt issued by Man Geum Sang Dan… … is genuine.”

When an absurd amount of money suddenly appeared, everyone, including Wichicheon, froze.

The repercussions were bound to grow bigger when one of them approached them in disbelief, checked the receipt, and declared that it was definitely authentic.

Because if it was a huge sum of money, 10,000 nyang of gold, not even silver, it would be a huge amount that not only they but even their family could not easily handle.

Moreover, each of them recalled what it would have been like to return to their family home with it.

I looked back at Wi Ji-cheon with eyes filled with endless envy.

‘10,000 nyang of gold? With that much money… …!’

Only one person. Margin only looks at him with eyes full of betrayal.

It is absurd and regrettable that he carried around such a large sum of money and exploited me so viciously.

Also, that was why Cheonhwa’s obsession with money was even scarier, and I could tell he was incredibly angry now.

Of course, he must have put it out there because he couldn’t lose, but it must mean that his anger is deep enough to take out that much money.

“Ahem. Good. That’s enough. I’ll bet everything I have.”

However, Wi Ji-cheon, who did not know the inside story, had already slightly turned away.

He answered as if he would accept it, his eyes sparkling with greed.

“What are you talking about? You don’t think you and I have the same things, do you? Or are you just trying to rely on luck to make a living?”

Of course, Cheonhwa is not the type to just watch that happen.

He destroyed the man’s attempt to put the ten thousand nyang of gold and my light pouch together, and re-stated the details of his conditions.

“The guy who did that and the guy who watched are all the same. So, all of you bet what you have. Or come up with 10,000 nyang. Your families each do one piece of it? You don’t have even 10,000 nyang left, do you?”

All that the members of the luxury club, not Wi Ji-cheon, have.

That is the true meaning of the conditions set by Cheonhwa.

“What the hell is that!”

Of course, from their perspective, it was a condition that would make them explode.

But it was too much money to refuse.

Even Wi Ji-cheon, whose eyes were already slightly open, flinched at the real condition of Cheon-hwa, but he was already in a good mood.

It was hard to say let’s just pretend it never happened, but the receipt in front of me was too beautiful.

“Stop! Hyukryun-hyung. Don’t you trust me? If you all trust me, I ask you to agree.”

That’s why he came forward and convinced everyone.

He asked them to believe him, since they were well aware of his inaction.

When he told them to trust him as he approached the pinnacle of first-classness and was about to reach his climax, the other members of the luxurious branch couldn’t readily refuse.

Judging from how strong he is, I think he must have hidden a trick, but knowing his abilities, he was worried that his relationship with Wi Ji-cheon would go wrong if he refused.

Of course, I was a little disappointed by his greed and symbolism, as he did not say anything like he would share the 10,000 nyang of gold if he got his hands on it.

“Okay. I trust Brother Wiji, so I agree.”

“Me too. Instead, Brother. You have to give that rude guy a proper scolding.”

When one quick-witted person stepped forward, the rest of the group had no choice but to follow suit and agree.

None of the people over thirty could object and decided to follow his will.

“That’s interesting. Then let me become a notary public. Why, are you dissatisfied with me becoming a notary public?”

“Oh, no.”

Now all that remains is to appoint a notary public.

Margin readily offered to become a notary, but everyone else looked a little uneasy.

Because Margin was introduced as a type of heavenly flower.

Although the notary public cannot influence the transaction, there may be some involvement as they are close friends.

“Then I will also become a notary public. Is that okay?”

“Uncle!”

At that moment, the figure of Wiji Se-ga who came up from downstairs came out and Wiji Cheon’s face brightened up even more.

Wi Ji-cheon’s uncle, who had been listening upstairs like a nanny in case of an emergency, came up the stairs.

The level of martial arts is at its peak.

It wasn’t quite as good as Margin, but it was enough to be a notary with him.

This means that even if you can’t stop Margin from secretly using his hands, you can at least notice it.

Margin might not know if I was a master of Qigong, but he was a martial artist who specialized in external attacks.

“Or so.”

There was no reason to refuse the margin, so he allowed it, and thus the framework for the non-combat was completed.

“Then let’s go down. I hate to hear people say that I beat up a nanny at that age, but a bet’s a bet.”

Wi Ji-cheon’s face turned fierce again at Cheon-hwa’s words that were still scratching his insides, but he had already decided to fight.

Thinking that I would release all my anger in the rain, I confidently climbed out the guest room window first.

“Follow me!”

He has no hesitation even when jumping from a six-story building.

That meant he was confident in his ability to use his inner strength and renew his mind.

Instead, to reduce the shock, he stretched out his energy in the air with flashy footwork, but it felt like a subtle demonstration of excellence rather than a struggling like a swan’s footwork.

“Get down quickly… … .”

“Where are you looking?”

Wi Ji-cheon, who landed so beautifully that he thought he could do it, looked up at the guest room with a smug look on his face.

Cheonhwa raised her head as if wondering if she could really follow her actions, but surprisingly, Cheonhwa’s voice came from the side, not above.

He had already reached the ground faster than the one who jumped first.

In a very light manner, as if there was no need to relieve the shock.

“… … ?!”

Immediately after, those who were confident in their skills, including Margin, jumped over the window, while those who were less skilled quickly went up the stairs to the ground where they were.

While feeling a strange sense of unease at the sight of Wi Ji-cheon looking very flustered, he surrounded them in a circle and created a makeshift stage.

The place was cleared to prevent others from getting in and running away.

“Then shall we begin?”

As the situation became more relaxed, Cheonhwa lightly cracked his neck as if he was bored and requested a declaration to start the fight.

“Wait a minute. What are you doing?”

However, Wi Ji-cheon glared at Cheon-hwa and scolded him.

Because Cheonhwa had nothing in his hands.

“Where is your weapon? You said you had the aura of an iron lion. Did you learn boxing?”

“What is this fighting technique? You can just beat up a little kid, so why do you need a weapon?”

They say he’s Margin’s younger brother, but did he learn the same martial arts skills?

If that was the case, then the story would be different, but since it had come to this, it would be better to make it clear, so I asked. Cheonhwa waved her hand as if it was annoying and that it was unnecessary.

In fact, this would have been to his advantage.

Even if you are only third-rate or second-rate, there are times when it is better to use the martial arts of the sense of touch, which is a part of your body, rather than a weapon you are not familiar with.

But once you get beyond the first-class level, it’s a different story.

It is self-evident that a fist cannot beat a sword, even if one has mastered the art of fighting.

When sword and force collide, if they have the same level of internal strength, the one with the sword will naturally have the advantage.

Even though he may not be as skilled as Shingeom Il in terms of weapon use, he is a first-class master who can swing his sword so skillfully that it is not much different from any other body part, so there is bound to be a difference in both distance and power.

And that was also the reason why it was rare for a martial artist to have mastered martial arts of the boxing series like Margin to a first-class level or higher.

However, if you somehow manage to reach the peak level, another world will unfold.

“Then take out your beloved soldier. I don’t want to hear people say I defeated someone who didn’t even have a weapon!”

But there were a lot of eyes.

Even if we won, we needed to win a sure victory that left no room for excuses.

So, Wi Ji-cheon, as if he were a great and fair man, urged Cheon-hwa to take out his weapon.

Seeing that sight, Majin glanced at the jade flute dangling from Cheonhwa’s waist and shook his head as if he was disappointed, but everyone was so focused on Cheonhwa that no one noticed.

“That’s annoying. Oh, dear, can I borrow that?”

“Yes? Are you talking about my window?”

“Yeah. That one.”

A guy who can’t even lift a finger is bluffing.

Cheonhwa still looked annoyed and tried to talk to Wi Jicheon into just fighting, but when Wi Jicheon continued to argue, he had no choice but to take up his weapon.

However, the jade flute was more than enough for him.

I didn’t want to get dirty with that guy’s blood, so I borrowed a weapon from Aksomyeong, who was watching the situation anxiously.

The weapon of this guy, who was a descendant of the Shandong musicians, was a spear, but I thought it was more suitable for that reason.

“Okay, I understand. Please… … be careful.”

Weapons were like a man’s life, so he couldn’t just borrow or lend them out, but perhaps because they already had a connection, or because he had seen Cheonhwa’s skills, Aksomyeong hesitated for a moment before handing over the spear.

I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud, “Please keep the situation in your hands,” so I relayed it in a roundabout way so that only Cheonhwa would understand.

“Okay, then let’s get started.”

“… … !”

Boo-

Even though he received the spear like that, Cheonhwa’s provocations that weren’t provocations didn’t end there.

Instead of aiming the spear tip at Wi Ji-cheon, he turned it halfway around and held it upside down.

If you hold it correctly, it’s a spear, but if you hold it the wrong way, it’s a stick, and depending on how you use it, it can also be used like a club.

As expected, a club was the perfect weapon for a guy who was worse than a dog.