𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝟔: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟐
“Damn it, I got blood on me.”
Siwoo returned to his waiting room without even hearing the results of the match.
Black pants, a black hooded sweatshirt, and an illustration of a wolf with the words ‘The Mad Dog’ written below it on his back.
It was clothes that his younger brother, Si-joon, Kang Yeo-hwa, and Shin Ji-soo had designed together.
These days, popular Hunters even had to sell merchandise, so they had created their own brand.
Siwoo took off his hoodie and threw it into the washing machine.
The results of the match were being relayed in real time, but he wasn’t particularly interested, so he ordered some food from the kitchen.
One of the few good things about this facility was that they brought you food like it was a hotel.
They seemed to be careful not to have the players run into each other, because of the possibility of a fight before the match.
Of course, the food delivery wasn’t for Siwoo, but it was for Pre.
【𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝! 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐩𝐚-𝐲𝐮𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬!】
“You eat a lot.”
【𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐭? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜?】
“Kang Hwa isn’t that weak. Even if she gets bitten, she’ll figure out how to hold on.”
Siwoo took a cold can of beer out of the refrigerator and drank it.
【𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞?】
“I told you, he messed with what’s mine. I came to fix the little brat who messed with my disciple.”
【𝐃𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨-𝐡𝐰𝐚? 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.】
“I kept scanning for her magic power after I got here. . . .”
【. . .?】
“Let’s wait and see a little longer.”
Siwoo smiled knowingly.
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“Hyaaaah!!”
Kuuung!!
“Hwaaaat!!”
Kuuung!!
She must have pounded the marble floor for half a day.
Crunch.
Finally, the magic restraint sphere broke and fell to the floor.
She gasped for breath.
She had slammed it so hard that the floor was completely shattered, and her forearms, wrists, and the backs of her hands were covered in blood.
The bones on the back of her right hand were visible.
Kang Yeo-hwa stripped off all her clothes, which were soaked in sweat and blood, wrung them out, and put them back on.
“Xiaolong, that son of a. . .!”
Sixteen hours earlier.
When Kang Yeo-hwa woke up in bed, she was furious about two things.
One was that she had been kidnapped.
The other was that her Master might have been harmed because of her kidnapping.
Xiaolong had always wanted to fight Siwoo seriously, so he must have used her as an excuse to create an opportunity.
‘𝙄’𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚.’
Kang Yeo-hwa tore the bed sheet into strips and wrapped them around both arms.
Her features twisted in pain as if she had been burned by fire.
Over the years, she had vowed that she would no longer hold her Master back.
She wanted to be a source of strength for her Master and was willing to burn everything down for him.
The ten years that Siwoo had been gone had been a time for her to get him back, a time to prepare for her Master’s return.
But now she was becoming her Master’s weakness in this place?
‘𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙙𝙤, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙!’
When she opened her dantian, the exploding magic power surged through Kang Yeo-hwa’s body like a wave.
She strode towards the door of the room.
It was a heavy-looking iron door.
Kang Yeo-hwa took a deep breath.
And kicked the iron door.
Kwa-aaaaaaang!!
The door crumpled like cooking foil and rolled onto the floor.
“Hweeeck!”
The two Cheong-doboks and twenty or so Hwang-doboks guarding the door fell back in surprise.
Kang Yeo-hwa approached the Cheong-doboks, her red hair flying, and asked.
“Where’s that son of a b*tch Xiaolong?!”
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“We have a problem!!”
“Don’t make a fuss!”
Yun-ju scolded the Cheong-doboks as they rushed in.
“It’s okay, what is it?”
Xiaolong waved his hand dismissively to stop her.
“Please evacuate. . . Daesung’s disciple escaped. . . Keuk!”
Kang Yeo-hwa walked slowly towards the spot where the Cheong-doboks had collapsed.
A sharp killing intent filled the air.
“DI’ve been looking for you.”
“Hehehehe. It would have been impossible to hold you with just a mana restraining device. Even if you put a dog collar on a bear, it won’t become tame.”
Xiaolong laughed at the sight of the bed sheet wrapped around Kang Yeo-hwa’s arms.
The sheet, already soaked in blood, didn’t even seem to be serving as a bandage.
“Is that it? Is that your last will and testament?”
“You’re still a woman with no charm.”
“I don’t want to be charming to someone like you.”
“What about that man?”
Xiaolong snapped his fingers and a video began to play on the screen on the wall.
The person’s face wasn’t clearly visible because they were wearing a hood, but those clothes. . . .
“Master??”
“Hehehe. Master is participating in this martial arts competition. Since he’s come this far, he must be looking forward to fighting me too.”
Xiaolong exhaled smoke with a satisfied expression.
Kang Yeo-hwa glared at Xiaolong through the smoke and said, as if chewing on her words.
“If I kill you here, Master won’t get blood on his hands, will he?”
“Yeo-hwa. . . It wouldn’t be bad to fight you one-on-one. But I won’t fight unless it’s in the arena.”
As soon as he finished speaking, four Jeok-doboks surrounded Kang Yeo-hwa.
“Hehehehe. Even the Empress won’t be able to get past us.”
Qing Zao stroked his long beard and his eyes gleamed.
The Jeok-doboks each released their magic power and blocked Kang Yeo-hwa’s path to Daesung, as if they wouldn’t let her take a single step.
“I’m sorry, Yeo-hwa. My disciples are quite loyal.”
“Don’t say my name with that filthy mouth.”
Xiaolong shrugged.
“Why don’t you go back to your room quietly and stay there until the competition is over?”
“Nonsense.”
A solid magic power radiated from Kang Yeo-hwa’s body.
As the aura of an S-rank Hunter was released, a palpable tension filled the air, like a taut piano string.
“I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way, get out of the way.”
Her eyes were full of sincerity.
Qing Zao glanced at Xiaolong for permission. He had been ordered to stop her, but he had not been given instructions on what to do if she attacked.
Xiaolong put his long pipe in his mouth and narrowed his eyes.
Of the Jeok-doboks, only Kwai or Qing Zao could fight Kang Yeo-hwa in close combat.
Yun-ju and Jin Ma Ting were also strong, but their specialties were not close combat.
Xiaolong nodded as he exhaled smoke.
A signal to do as they pleased.
“Hehehehe. Since you have permission, we can’t help it. If you die, don’t blame us. . . .”
“That’s enough.”
At that moment, a strange voice cut into the situation.
“What the hell are you!?”
Kwa-aangㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!
Jin Ma Ting’s body, which had been holding her back, was slammed into the ceiling and fell.
The other Jeok-doboks instinctively tried to use their skills after seeing the unbelievably fast attack.
“If you move, you die.”
But the cold and icy aura made it impossible for them to move a single finger.
It felt as if an invisible blade had pierced their throats and was pointed at them.
“M-Master?!”
Kang Yeo-hwa exclaimed in surprise.
“It’s not a good look for several people to surround a single woman.”
Siwoo walked in slowly and scanned the interior of the room.
“. . . It’s been a long time, Master.”
“Yes. But you still call me Master.”
“Because I respect you as your disciple.”
Xiaolong remained half-reclined in his chair as he spoke.
It wasn’t just arrogance, it was as if he were ignoring the other person, but Siwoo didn’t mind.
“I’ve seen your face before the match, so that’s enough. I’ll take Kang Hwa.”
“Didn’t you come here to fight me?”
If they fought right now, all of Xiaolong’s plans would be ruined.
‘𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧.’
Siwoo started to chuckle at the question.
“Are you an idiot?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think I’m going to let you get away with that?”
Xiaolong started to retort, but then he closed his mouth.
He had been momentarily overwhelmed by the madness in Siwoo’s eyes.
Then Siwoo put his arm around Kang Yeo-hwa’s shoulders and tried to leave the room.
“Wait! Daesung hasn’t given his permission yet━!”
The moment Kwai tried to grab him, a huge killing intent crushed the entire space.
Kugugugug. . .!
It was a creepy and eerie feeling, as if they had entered the mouth of a giant demon.
Siwoo, who had approached without anyone noticing, whispered to Kwai.
“Did I say, if you move, you die?”
“Keukㅡ!”
Kwa-aaaaaaangㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!
Siwoo crushed Kwai’s body into the floor with a downward kick.
His crushed skull and blood splattered everywhere.
Two Jeok-doboks were killed in just two kicks.
“Do you two want to join them?”
“Keuheup!!”
Even Qing Zao, the strongest of the four, had to grit his teeth to keep from bleeding from his mouth in order to withstand Siwoo’s pressure.
He had heard that he was Daesung’s Master, but even he had not expected such a large gap.
“Please forgive me, Master.”
Xiaolong said with a sly smile.
Siwoo looked back and forth between the remaining Jeok-doboks and Xiaolong, and then withdrew his killing intent.
“I’d like to say, ‘Train your disciples better. . .,’ but then again, I’m not one to talk.”
“. . . . . .Whew, is that so?”
Xiaolong just exhaled smoke at Siwoo’s sarcasm.
They both had the same smug expression, as if they were wondering who was whose disciple.
“Anyway, I’m really going now.”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ll see you in the arena. I’ll crush you spectacularly.”
“. . . . . . .”
The place where the typhoon had passed was filled with unconscious subordinates and Jeok-doboks who seemed to have half-fainted.
The ceiling and floor were broken, and blood was splattered everywhere.
‘𝘼𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚.’
He smiled quietly and grabbed his trembling hand.
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“You’re an idiot.”
【𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭!】
“I’m sorry. . . .”
Kang Yeo-hwa hung her head at Siwoo’s scolding.
“I told you, if it’s not a situation where you’re sure you’ll win, you can run away. Those red guys are probably all around the same level as you, do you want to fight them?”
“I’m sorry. . . .”
“And what happened to your arms?”
Siwoo asked, looking at her badly injured arms.
“I was taking off the mana restraining device. . . .”
“Oh, that thing is hard to get off.”
“Have you ever tried it, Master?”
“I saw it in HSIU’s equipment room and tried it once.”
“How long did it take you to get the restraint sphere off?”
“I just pulled it with all my might and it broke.”
Yeo-hwa nodded, realizing once again what kind of person her Master was.
【𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮━ 𝐊𝐞𝐮𝐤!】
Siwoo pinned Pre’s body down with a pillow and immediately began to treat Kang Yeo-hwa’s wounds.
A cold, golden magic power permeated her torn wounds and restored them to their original state.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Yes.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“Why would I be?”
The words, ‘I wanted to be a disciple who could help you instead of just being a burden,’ came to her throat.
“You were kidnapped.”
“Yes. . . .”
“And you got out on your own.”
“Yes. . . .”
“Then you did it all on your own, so what do I have to be angry about?”
Siwoo replied nonchalantly.
Considering that her opponent was ranked 2nd in China, Yeo-hwa could be said to have taken care of herself.
“What are you going to do now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard that this is a no-rules fighting tournament.”
“Yes, it’s perfect for relieving stress.”
【𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!!】
Pre jumped up and down and shouted happily.
“Master, do you have any plans?”
“Plans? Yes.”
Siwoo smiled broadly and shook his head.
“Kill them all.”
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