Surviving as a Rival in a Martial Arts Novel

Chapter 90 – The Great War of Heaven begins when it ends (02)

“You mean me?”

“Yes. At least you turned the guy who was supposed to guard me into a mess.”

“But for Brother Yeon, there’s a samae over there…”

“No.”

When I refused to cut it out, other people were more surprised than Seolhwa.

“You know the reason, right?”

The sword of Seolhwa’s heart that was vaguely visible now had cracks here and there.

In that state, he couldn’t fight, or the sword could break and commit a deadly act that would rip apart all sides.

Furthermore, there were too many cases where I used martial arts carelessly while in a psychologically unstable state, or when I thought about what I was going to do from now on, the story could have made a mistake.

“Can you trust me? Every time I see you, I just punch you.”

“Simple and dull. His senses are also quite dull.”

“…Keu…”

“But I’m not good at lying either. If I have a difficult question, I’d rather keep my mouth shut.”

Han So-so, who was watching with disapproving eyes from the side, nodded as if he agreed.

“More than anything, when I asked for escorting just now, he was the one who asked ‘Can you trust me’ rather than ‘Why should I do it?'”

I purposely lean in while touching Ban Gyu-seong’s shoulder, which is wide enough to look similar to mine.

It was an expression of his intention to trust and entrust it to him, and Ban Gyu-seong must have realized its meaning, and his big eyes were filled with tears, and he was deeply moved.

‘Even if this guy gets betrayed in the first place, he’s not the one who does it first.’

It’s not the setting of an old novel, it’s just this guy’s personality. He may seem blunt, but he has a lot of affection for me, so I didn’t hate him and thought of him as a bad boy, even though we beat him up and fought with him every time we met.

So, even though he was happy to meet him at the Yongbong branch, he kept his mouth shut for fear of causing trouble because he thought of his situation as the Murim Lord’s henchman.

“Then let’s go.”

“Where are you going?”

“Daejeon Pavilion, where the Murim Alliance Elders’ Meeting is held.”

It was a place that definitely needed escort.

* * *

At Daejeongak, a heated battle was currently taking place.

Everyone was unable to control their emotions, so they were yelling at each other and shouting at each other like a lion’s hooter, so the dancers who were below the top level masters couldn’t even get close to the building, so they covered their ears and rolled on the floor. It was all about protection.

‘It’s comfortable’

However, I was able to be safely protected from this shock wave by moving with the strong Bang Gyu-seong at the forefront as a shield.

Furthermore, since it was Ban Gyu-seong who had acquired the spirit of transcendence, he was protecting my body by secretly spreading the energy that was usually confined only to his body, so even if I took the lead instead of behind, I would still be protected by Ban Gyu-seong’s miraculous shield.

When we arrived at Daejeon Gak and expressed our desire to go inside, Jang Ho-ah, the expert in charge of this place, blocked the way.

“The elders tell us to wait. In particular, the Jade Dragon God Sword in the back should be arrested now and imprisoned in prison if possible…”

This means that if you don’t want to go to jail, you should be quiet.

Of course, if you were going to listen to that, you wouldn’t have brought an escort in the first place.

“Punch through.”

“Yes?”

“That’s why I brought an escort.”

If it were a folktale, I would have drawn my sword without hesitation, but Ban Gyu-seong looked back at me with a puzzled expression.

That’s right, seeing my confident expression, Ban Gyu-seong closed his eyes tightly and grabbed Jang Ho-a’s shoulder in front of him.

Whoa!

And when he pushed her to the side, the body of Jang Ho-ah, who was at best an expert at climax, flew about three feet and rolled on the floor.

“It’s an enemy attack!”

“Non-lethal suppression.”

“It’s several times more difficult, but…”

“You should do at least that much.”

Fortunately, top-level experts and below could not even approach the Daejeon Pavilion, so only a few top-level experts were attacking Ban Gyu-seong, but most of them either had just reached their peak or were blocked by the wall and stopped in the middle stage.

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He wasn’t even Ban Gyu-seong’s former opponent, and now Ban Gyu-seong was able to subdue them just by roughly pushing them away with his own hands.

‘It’s convenient.’

I always escorted someone, but I had never been escorted, so I wondered if the Murim Lord or the Cheonma had a separate bodyguard.

No matter how strong you are, if you are in a situation where you have to use force, you will become mentally tired, so having someone do it for you is just convenient and good.

Tooong!

Finally, Ban Gyu-seong grabbed Jang Ho-ah, who attacked him once again, by his collar and lifted him up, slamming his body into the grass, annihilating Daejeon Gak’s guards.

Not everyone died, but they were rolling on the floor while groaning.

Because only the experts were gathered inside Daejeongak, there was no way they would have known what was going on outside, and by the time Ban Gyu-seong had subdued all the guard warriors, the heated debate taking place inside Daejeongak stopped and the Lion’s Roar that had been spreading stopped.

When Ban Gyu-seong pulled the door with force, the hinges of the door, made of high-quality black wood, were torn off. The interior of Daejeongak, which is decorated with rich gold leaf and red cloth, is an eyesore just by looking at it. It was oozing out with something edible.

“It looks like a trial is going on right now. I came here because I thought the original defendant should appear.”

“This is not the place to judge you.”

An elder who looked like a typical hermit, with a white beard that reached down to his knees and long white eyebrows that covered his eyes, spoke first.

It appears that the wise woman Zhuge Yeonji was sitting next to him, writing something and having a conversation through letters. That seat must have originally been the seat of the Murim lord.

“Then that’s good. I’d like to talk about the next agenda item.”

There was no place to sit here anyway, so I walked leisurely to the center of Daejeon Pavilion and deliberately showed off the bandage that was stained red with blood seeping out.

This alone caused complex emotions to be expressed in the gathering of Shaolin temple monks in the nine-pillar room.

“First of all, I would like to greet you. It may be too much, but I am asking you to call Yeoncheong, who has the nickname of Jade Dragon God Sword, given to me by Zhuge Yeonji, the wise woman of Jinang, Cheonbong over there.”

“I know your identity well.”

“You won’t know.”

“As a disciple of Cheongsim Yurimun, founded by Master Ok Cheon-woong, your alumni include Ok Seol-hwa, who was the master’s biological daughter and a member of the Murim Alliance’s Biwon Gak.”

As I was quietly listening to that, I looked around at the elders of the Murim Alliance sitting here and asked.

“…..Did you know how folk tales are used?”

“Biwon-gak’s work is directly under the control of the Maengju. And after reexamining her mission, she judged that it was a reasonable mission, so she will not be held guilty.”

I guess they just let it go because it is beneficial to them.

“I am acquainted with several of the Five Dragons and Seven Peaks, and not long ago, I went to Cheonghae under the pretext of participating in the Kunlun faction’s defense line. Then, I crossed over to Xinjiang and participated in the Demon Cult civil war, intercepting the Murim Alliance expeditionary force. Where was the mistake?”

Have you figured it out up to that point?

“So, I thought you were a master of the Demonic Cult, and the elders were wondering if they should kill you even if it meant passing the test.”

“Is it possible?”

“If he recovers, it will be difficult to deal with even if several elders and martial arts masters attack him.”

The words of the old man who seemed to be a wise man were very meaningful. What he said was that they could kill me with their skills now.

“…It’s a good thing I didn’t bring Seolhwa.”

If he was brought here, he would definitely have drawn his sword here.

“Yes?”

“No. You are reliable.”

I didn’t lie. The tactless Ban Gyu-seong is better than the mentally unstable Seol-hwa.

“If I had actually judged him to be an expert in the Demonic Cult, I would have attacked him already, but it appears that the meeting decided that it was a nonsensical rumor that he was not.”

These people are trying to take over the fight for leadership. To get the answer you want from me.

If you don’t want to die by being labeled a madu, you should just take care of yourself.

But Ban Gyu-seong was oblivious and I clearly predicted their intentions, so I leisurely rubbed my sore chest and appealed to them that I was a sick patient.

“Let’s put it away. I’m dying from pain and I don’t want to see each other.”

At those words, the elder who looked like a hermit looked back at Cheonbong Zhuge Yeonji in the seat next to her, and she closed her mouth and quickly wrote something of her own in her letter and handed it to the old man.

“Let’s do that. If we don’t, we’ll die from fighting and screaming at the top of our lungs.”

I’m going to do this, but for no reason… From the old man’s point of view, he may want to end it by pointing it out and talking about it rather than letting it go without mentioning and talking to other elders or Myeongsuk.

I’m sick right now, so rather than being grateful for this kind of consideration, I’m starting to feel annoyed.

“Do you want a decision on the subject matter raised in the Battle of Heavenly Destiny? In fact, there were no cases where it ended in a tie, so there was nothing set in stone, but it would have been handled at the discretion of the original Murim Lord.”

“Then I will change my offer.”

“Except for you, do the other participants in the Battle of Heaven’s Mandate agree?”

“Yes.”

Anyway, they came just to see me. There was no one who would object to change here.

“Let’s elect a new Murim Guardian Alliance leader.”

“What!”

At those words, several elders jumped up from their seats and started pointing at me.

“Please be careful when using your point. I’m afraid that an Iljiseon will come flying at any moment.”

The monks of the Shaolin Temple blushed and got angry at those words, but they had nothing to say since the injury was being shown openly.

No matter how much the Murim Lord stole and learned, it is true that their secret was passed over and misused and they suffered damage.

“Do you know what the conditions are for being elected as the Murim Lord?”

“Yes.”

The criteria for being elected as a member of the Murim Guardian Federation were as follows.

Must be recommended by more than half of the martial arts masters and elders at Daejeongak.

Be recognized in front of those people for having reached the pinnacle of excellence.

It wasn’t a very complicated condition.

I have to rack my brain in light of the conditions of being a top expert and more than half of the recommendations.

Roaring, roaring……

Originally, it would have been fine if we had won three games and finished the draw without difficulty, but after repeated twists and turns, it ended in a tie, so now we had to use a different method.

‘It’s too late to wait for the next Murim lord to be elected.’

Each district faction selects a candidate for the Murim Lord, verifies them, and finally gathers opinions and puts it to a vote. However, it was not at all easy to gather the opinions of as many as 10 large factions.

Because it is clear that it will take at least a year.

So, I proposed to change the proposal of the Battle of Heavenly Mandate and elect a new Murim lord.

“First of all, the conditions for becoming a Murim lord are…”

“He must be someone who has gone beyond the pinnacle and reached the transcendent pinnacle.”

The reason for this restriction was that in the past, during the heyday of the Demonic Cult, the Murim Lords were held by people with only high political power, but they were killed in an instant by a lowly demon who was not a Heavenly Demon, and the Murim Guardian League was on the verge of disbandment.

Currently, among those who are not members of the Demonic Cult or the Black Moon Party in the Central Plains, there are only four transcendental masters left.

That’s why, as soon as they heard my proposal, they started making noise and making a fuss.

“Jade Dragon God Sword Yeoncheongha. You…! Are you planning to make yourself a Murim lord!”