Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 161



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 161

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Junghyun, who was twisting his body, came to his senses belatedly, and his body, which was twisting, stopped, and soon after, he let out a peculiar scream and flinched.

“Eek!”

Realizing her own shame, her face turned red again.

‘If you keep doing that, it’ll explode?’

I opened my mouth cautiously, feeling as if I was dealing with a wall bomb that was about to explode with a wick the size of a fingernail.

“Is there anything uncomfortable?”

“Ah, ah, nothing, ah, nothing.”

She was talking nonsense and moving her mouth around in whatever way she wanted.

“Huh, in the future, it’ll be fun to be the Prince’s escort… It’s not like that, ah, it’d be a little weird if I were to enjoy receiving assassination missions from the Dark Pavilion. T, so… , I don’t know about the, the future, but, I, was worried about the rain, the rain party that’s going to happen right now.”

None of them seemed to be in any way off.

But since provoking an explosive device was a very dangerous act, I went along with her words to some extent.

Dealing with a complainant on the verge of a riot was something I was very familiar with.

“Hmm. If you feel uncomfortable going up on stage, why don’t you just come down?”

Since I was planning to do that anyway, it was advice that was somewhat sincere.

“As soon as the battle begins, declare surrender and get off the stage.”

But why? At my advice, her once blushing face turned pale.

“Wouldn’t that be too noticeable? I, I’m not a person like Bae, Baekcheon Senior. Your Majesty.”

“… … .”

In an instant, I became a bastard like Baekcheon.

* * *

Just as Ilmok and his colleagues heard the explanation about the Bimoohoe, the new officers also heard news about the Bimoohoe.

“Haat!”

Thanks to this, a fever for training swept through the new recruits.

It wasn’t to win against my seniors.

Of course, it would be better to win if possible, but the new recruits were discouraged after witnessing the prayers of their seniors who had already returned from practice.

The reason they stepped up their training was the same as last year.

Regardless of win or loss, those who demonstrate talent are given the bait of special training as a crown prince and vice-principal.

It was a story that would make people turn their eyes, as they were talented enough to enter the Magic Hall.

I spent several days preparing for the martial arts competition and focusing on training.

The morning of the Bimuhoe finally arrived. Cheon Soo-ryong and his close friend headed to the martial arts stadium where the Bimuhoe was to be held.

The new recruits were gathered in front of the instructor, Eunyoung Cha, and next to Eunyoung Cha, there was a wooden board that had been prepared for some unknown time.

“Each of you, check your own non-combatant opponent!”

Instructor Cha Eun-young shouted, pointing to the wooden board. There was a large piece of paper stuck there, and on the paper were people’s names written in order.

As Cheon Soo-ryong read the names written there, he almost clenched his fist without realizing it.

‘Okay!’

His name was written at the very bottom of the paper.

[Cheon Soo Ryong vs. Ilmok]

With the names of the eight princes.

He was already known as the head of the headquarters at the age of sixteen, and he was in a relationship with the eight Confucian scholars. He was a thousand-year-old dragon who naturally had a competitive spirit.

‘It doesn’t matter if you don’t win. Just by competing, you’ll learn a lot.’

Curiosity about what kind of man the famous Eight Princes are. And joy at having the opportunity to face off against the famous Eight Princes.

The sharp voice of Instructor Cha Eun-young pierced his ears.

“No matter how strong the opponent is, if you don’t have the determination to win, you are disqualified as a disciple of the Magic Academy! If you go up to the stage with a weak mind to learn a trick from your senior, this instructor will not leave you alone! Do you understand?”

Only then, at the instructor’s threat, did Cheon Soo-ryong realize his mistake and respond in a serious tone.

“Your name!!”

It wasn’t just Cheon Soo Ryong. All the other new recruits had serious expressions on their faces.

Although he was already discouraged by his seniors, he realized that he should not fight while admitting defeat.

‘Yeah. I’ll win somehow! If you don’t have that kind of mindset, you won’t be able to learn properly!’

While all the new recruits were preparing for the battle with determined expressions on their faces.

“Did you hear that?”

Chu Il-hwan spoke to his senior officials in a brazen manner, like a back-alley thug.

“If there is someone who lets their guard down because they are my junior, I will make sure that they receive special training. Not training from the Lord or Vice Lord, but training directly supervised by this Chu Il-hwan.”

The corners of his mouth were turned up, but before he knew it, black brain energy was overflowing from both of his palms.

A blatant threat that he will not let anyone who is being bullied by his juniors get away with it.

Perhaps because of the two instructors’ fighting spirit, the atmosphere of the non-combat meeting felt more like the calm before a storm than a festival.

In such a strict atmosphere.

“Let’s get started!”

The senior-junior exchange competition has begun.

* * *

A senior-junior exchange match that started with a duel between the lowest-ranked players among the new and senior riders.

“Haaaah!”

“Ugh!”

The blood and sweat shed by young people fighting with all their might soaks the stage.

It was a crazy martial arts meeting where sweat was all the way up to the point where blood was shed while wielding real weapons.

Fortunately, nothing terrible like limbs being cut off or internal organs spilling out happened.

It was thanks to the instructors who stepped in and stopped the accident just before it happened.

In that intense heat, drenched in the sweat and blood of youth.

“Whoaaah.”

The whole thing was yawning and stretching.

It wasn’t just because the level of the officials was so low. In the first place, Ichimoku wasn’t even looking at the secret.

Ilmok, who had been yawning, was able to realize a new fact belatedly.

‘Bimoohoe, it might not be so bad?’

Anyway, the martial arts competition was just two officials fighting in the center. The officials who didn’t have their turn just watched the martial arts from the side.

That is, except for one brief moment, all you had to do was rest for an entire hour.

Others were watching the secrets of others with their eyes wide open, hoping to gain some insight from them.

‘Enlightenment is freezing to death.’

Ichimoku had no interest in such things.

There was no reason to watch the fight, and it was still a long time before it was his turn.

Finally realizing what he had to do, Ichimoku closed his eyes and focused inside himself.

“Ugh.”

It was said that he started to doze off while standing.

one side.

Cheon Soo-ryong, who had been watching with fire in his eyes to see if he could find anything to gain from the fight between his fellow officers and their seniors, suddenly turned his head when he felt a tactile sensation on his side.

“excuse me.”

The friend who had tapped Cheon Soo-ryong on the side gestured somewhere with his chin, and Cheon Soo-ryong turned his head in that direction.

And Cheon Soo Ryong’s eyebrows furrowed. It was because he had discovered someone dozing off while standing.

“That senior from back then, right?”

Cheon Soo-ryong nodded with a frown at his friend’s question.

It was so pathetic. There were countless opportunities to gain enlightenment right in front of me, but this senior was just dozing off while standing.

“I don’t know how someone with that kind of mentality managed to enter the Magic Hall.”

Cheon Soo-ryong, who had been spewing out evil words, soon turned his head and looked towards the stage.

I didn’t want to miss the precious opportunity to learn about my seniors’ martial arts skills by worrying about such an incompetent guy.

However, as time passed, Cheon Soo-ryong’s gaze could not help but turn towards that incompetent senior.

‘…still?’

Strangely enough, there was no sign of the senior ever coming up to the stage.

There have been more than ten fights on the stage.

‘A person like that is a Gapban?’

Even when the female senior, who was displaying distracting spearmanship, won the fight and let out a strange shout, “Your Majesty! I did it! Did you see it!”

Even when the female senior who had been shooting arrows let out a strange scream of “Eek!” as soon as the arrow ended, the incompetent senior was still dozing off while standing.

“I’ll be back soon.”

A friend with a somewhat shaky expression goes up to the stage and comes back smashed.

“Ohhohoho!!”

Even when the female senior holding the fan burst into a strange laugh and performed martial arts with exaggerated movements, the senior was still dozing off while standing.

“Dokgo-pae Guan-do and Deung-ak Guan-do, come out!”

And the fellow student who entered second place. Even when it was his turn to ascend the throne, that senior was still asleep.

visor!

visor!

“Hahahaha! Try a little harder!”

Despite the fact that the senior named Dokgo-pae kept yelling throughout the show and was just repeatedly engaging in an ignorant power struggle in the center of the stage, creating a series of unpleasant noises.

The secret weapon of Dokgo-pae, the second most powerful of the three, and his senior, Deung-ak.

Even in that fight where only direct confrontations were repeated, it was a fight where even Cheon Soo Ryong could learn a lot.

However, Cheon Soo-ryong’s gaze kept moving elsewhere.

At this point, even Cheon Soo-ryong had no choice but to admit it.

‘Really, is that incompetent-looking senior the one who gave me the eight swords?!’

Thanks to the countless rumors that had been heard before entering the Magic Hall, the figure of the eight princes in Cheon Soo Ryong’s imagination was a figure that embodied the word ‘perfection’.

But, the person who has been sleeping there for an hour is the same person as the imaginary person.

visor!

“Ugh.”

At that moment, the dance on the stage came to an end with someone’s faint groan.

“Hahaha! That’s great! You’re a junior who deserves to be in our bodybuilder club!”

Senior Dokgo, who won the match, shouted in an unknown manner, and the instructor on the stage gave instructions.

“Thousand-handed dragon and one-eyed dragon, come forward!”

Cheon Soo-ryong, who had been absent-minded, suddenly came to his senses at the instructor’s instructions and started walking.

On the way to the stage.

Cheon Soo-ryong’s brain, which was on the verge of falling into a state of shock due to the sudden cognitive dissonance, quickly entered into rationalization.

‘That smile I saw on the first day, maybe it was a smile that came from leisure! Yes. The fact that the wind blowing alone was clean was also because his skills were outstanding, so there must have been no dust on his clothes!’

Even if you do the same thing, it will look different to different people.

That look that had seemed pathetic, when I think back on it, felt like the composure of a master.

‘What a chance to fight such a master.’

After changing his thoughts, Cheon Soo-ryong raised his head and looked straight ahead with a serious expression.

“Excuse me… Your Majesty? It’s your turn.”

A senior named Choi Woong was carefully waking up Ichimoku Kwando, who was still sleeping.

“ah?”

Only then did Prince Pal open his eyes. He looked around with blurry eyes, then raised his right hand and wiped away the drool that had dripped down around his mouth.

“Whoaaah.”

He yawned and stretched.

“… … .”

‘Is that what a master’s composure is?’

Cheon Soo-ryong had to do his best to hypnotize himself, otherwise he would fall into a state of mental confusion.

Whether or not he knows that his non-combatant opponent is in danger of falling into a state of shock.

The sleepy Prince Pal came up onto the stage, walking unsteadily.

While fighting the magic that kept trying to cause seizures, Cheon Soo Ryong repeated to himself.

‘It’s psychological warfare! Yes, it’s psychological warfare! It’s definitely an attempt to make me let my guard down!’