I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 274

Episode 274: Preliminary round of the martial arts competition (4)

Seo Ho-pil, who was encouraged by the reactions of those around him, puffed out his chest and took a step forward.

"Listen. Do you think I didn't call you because I don't have any family to call? Calling a brat who isn't even my servant. That's ridiculous! Since when did the martial arts competition become a place for those who have been chosen?"

The majority of later indices showed strong sympathy for his harsh remarks.

'Haha, Hyunmongso. Your death sentence suddenly makes my existence even greater.'

Seo Ho-pil raised the corners of his mouth as he looked at Hyunmongso, who was still half-asleep.

'Then let's end it here.'

Seo Ho-pil shouted as if he had struck a decisive blow.

"I'm sure the Master of the Shaman Swordsman had something in mind when he called. Let's hear it. Who on earth is this? Is he the Lord of the Four Thousand Heavens? Haha!"

Oops! But what the heck. I thought they would burst out laughing, but the eyes of the reviewers began to fill with unnecessary anticipation.

I don't know about the older generation, but among the energetic ones, the Sacheonhoe was the hottest topic of interest.

A person who drove out Sado-ryeon without any help from the Murim Alliance.

Sacheonhoeju.

What could be more proud and heart-warming than this in recent times?

I heard a rumor that he was of high status but young in age.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Well, who cares? I showed up at the world’s best martial arts competition to save my family….”

"That's right…!"

Just then the manager opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Huh? What?"

"This is the person… the Sacheonhoeju who was promoted to the position of Grand Master of the Murim Alliance yesterday!"

"What?!"

Stop. The commotion that had been going on suddenly stopped. At this moment, everyone's mind was on the same page.

Ambassador. Hero. Lord of the Four Heavenly Kings.

"Wh, what kind of nonsense is that. That kid…."

Seo Ho-pil quickly turned his head with shaking pupils and looked for Su Han-seong, the great disciple of Cheongseong.

The gazes of the other reviewers also stopped on him.

Right now, I don't want to hear from management or anything like that, but I want to confirm it through the testimony of Suhanseong, who is also a reviewer.

Gulp. The sound of saliva being swallowed echoed through the intestines like thunder.

Su Han-seong, whose face turned red from the sudden attention, opened his mouth wide and shouted.

"You are right, Mr. Hoiju!"

Waaaaah-! A loud roar rang out.

Seo Ho-pil felt as if his soul was leaving him.

I had no idea it would really be the Sacheonhoeju.

'Damn… … It's like giving medicine and giving it to a dog. What is that bastard talking about? Elder Mok said that he's a bastard who only trusts in the distribution and installs things, and that's exactly right.'

Seo Ho-pil sharply ground his teeth.

The outpouring of cheers was extremely unpleasant. I was the only one who should have been receiving it.

'The Four Heavenly Kings said that you will soon become an abandoned duckling. Hehe, enjoy the cheers now to your heart's content. The elder will soon crush you. Hehe… … Hahaha!'

Seo Ho-pil, who knew nothing about what happened yesterday, let his fantasies run wild.

Gongdongoro Mokgija. It's been a long time since I knelt before Ma Cheon So.

The tracks were different, but the illusion was the same for Suhanseong.

'Your Majesty… … . For my sake… … . I will follow you with loyalty.'

Because imagination is free.

Anyway, the favorability and enthusiasm for Ma Cheon-so was great among the later indexes.

And there was a woman who showed deep interest in him in a slightly different sense.

'Those eyes… … .'

Unlike her sharp features, her eyes are so transparent that they shine.

It was just a short story.

'No way. No.'

I tried hard to deny it, fearing that I would be disappointed again due to my hopes being high.

Thump, thump. But when my heart started beating so fast, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. My blood was flowing so fast that it felt like my whole body was going to burn.

While I was searching for the Masadangpae, I often saw similar people.

But this was the first time my heart raced like this.

'Are you… looking at me?'

Even those cold, piercing gazes seemed to be directed at him.

Dan Ye-hwa hurriedly sent a message to Yul-tak.

[Yalutak. Look at that guy.]

[Who is that parasite brother?]

[Don't they look alike?]

[Who are you, Reverend?]

[Open your eyes wide and look straight ahead.]

[hmm…….]

[how is it……?]

Dan Ye-hwa asked in a tone that was unusual for her, full of trembling.

Yul-tak put his hand on his chin, thought about it, and then shook his head.

[No, no. If you were younger, you wouldn’t know, but your eyes are different. They’re not that wide-open and fierce.]

[But why are you looking at us?]

[Hey, John Hoo. Look to the side. It’s all covered in political swindlers. No matter who you see on that street, they all look the same. They think all the men in the world are looking at them. I told you, they’re weird. Are you a poppy? Sweet. Oh my!]

Shut your mouth. Dan Ye-hwa punched him in the stomach without letting anyone know and went back to looking for Ma Cheon-so. But in the meantime, he had lost interest and was sitting on a chair behind him, chatting with his companions.

Ah… …. My heart sank with deep disappointment.

Is it because of the face mask? I wonder if there will be a reaction if I take this off.

'No. No… … . That's not him. Just like Yul-tak said, his eyes are different. They were more affectionate, and warmer… … .'

When the image of Ma Cheon-so's smile came to mind, I felt a sudden shiver and my eyelashes fluttered.

I shook my head and shook it off with a sigh. I felt like I couldn't stand it any longer and would run away.

"Okay, then let's begin the test!"

The manager's shout fell.

Ouch. Dan Ye-hwa hit my cheek hard.

Now is the time to focus here.

* * *

"Anyway, these kids are really emotional. Aren't they? Hehe!"

"I think I was hasty. I should have avoided it… I'm sorry, Sa-suk."

Hyun-yang and Chun-gae looked embarrassed as they licked their lips.

Fortunately, it ended with cheers from the critics, but it was because there was too much backlash at first.

But Ma Cheon-so didn't respond as if he wasn't interested.

I didn't care what anyone said.

It is the unwritten rule of the Murim Alliance and the sentiments of the later leaders of the Jeongpa.

To him, the leader of a famous sect, it was not worth worrying about.

"Isn't that Suhanseong? Judging from the way his face turned red earlier, he seems to have an innocent side. He's cute. He's cute."

"He seems like a pretty solid guy. It would be a good experience for both of us to compete against Mongso."

"That damn Mongso, Mongso. Is that your child?"

"This is a child no different from the one I raised."

"I should have a child too."

"Is that possible?"

"Mom, why are you laughing?"

"I didn't laugh."

"I already laughed."

"It's a beautiful face with a natural smile."

"who."

"I am."

Ma Cheon-so ignored the useless squabble and swept away the later indexes.

"Mommy, they said that this year's Daejeon's post-game index was the second best ever. It's no ordinary thing."

As the second gate began, Chun-gae let out a heartfelt exclamation of admiration. Ma-cheon-so also focused his gaze on one spot.

Shaolin Master Wu-Oh was seen jumping in place and continuously extending his fists.

The gust of wind that flew far away blew out the candles exactly. There were seven of them.

It seems like he's only just passed the terms and conditions, but his fundamentals are quite solid.

of course.

'There's hesitation in your fingertips. Are you nervous?'

Everyone cheered, but Ma Cheon-so felt disappointed.

Mu-oh's true strength must have been much higher than that, but it seemed like he couldn't properly show it due to unnecessary tension.

"Shaolin Shingwon Muo. The divine monk saw your qualities and good nature and opened his heart to you. Amazing."

"Woo, that child could easily be on par with my priest."

Although it wasn't very pleasant to hear Hyeonyang's boasting about his priesthood, Chun-gae nodded obediently.

If it's Hyunmongso, then it's a must-have for Muoh.

"The finals of this martial arts competition are pretty much decided anyway. If I had to pick one more, it would be Seo Ho-pil, our teammate. But he's just too big. He's never felt a crisis, so he's prone to making mistakes at crucial moments."

Hyun Yang also nodded at Chun Gae's cold assessment.

Usually, the generations of the martial arts world are determined in a cycle of ten years, but it would not be an exaggeration to say that this year's post-war index was a stage only for Moo-oh and Hyeonmong-so.

Ma Cheon-so also became absorbed in their conversation and looked around the examination room intently.

"Well, that's nothing compared to our time. It was the greatest of all time, acknowledged by everyone."

When Chun-gae spoke with a sly smile, Hyeon-yang also agreed wholeheartedly.

"No, I can't deny it. It was truly intense."

Ma Cheon-so also nodded without realizing it.

"I guess that's what it was like."

Huh? Yes? What do you know? As the two people looked at each other blankly, Ma Cheon-so said indifferently with an expression as if he was looking at something.

"I heard."

"Ah. Well… I don't know much about private tutoring, but back in my day. There was Jongnam Samseong, Hyeon Yang, Cheong Heo, Mo Yong Hui, Namgung Ye Na, Dang Pyeong San, and me. Anyway, it was really brutal."

It was brutal. Ma Cheon-so remembered that there were many strong reviewers, but it wasn't to that extent.

It was natural to feel that way, because.

"Mom? I don't believe you, I don't believe you. Well, what would a young private know? He's already been gone a long time ago. Back in my day… there was that guy. That unprecedented guy who broke the limits of the later index. The Ten-Star Yang Jagak. That guy, you know."

This is because Ma Cheon So was the peak of the previous generation's later index. Those born at the peak do not know the hardships below.

"hmm……."

When Chun-gae mentioned his old name, a deep sense of defeat and awe filled Hyeon-yang's eyes.

"Among the guys I was with, was there anyone who didn't feel inferior to him? I can say for sure that there wasn't a single one. Everyone knelt before him and sang. It was truly amazing."

"I don't think he's ever knelt."

"What do you know? Show off!"

But this kid… … why is he excited… … .

"He was the one who made me taste frustration for the first time in my life. The feeling of defeat at that time… I still can't forget it. He's someone I definitely want to face if I'm alive."

"I don't think it's worth going that far."

"Haha, since you haven't seen it in person, this thing might seem strange to you. But in front of it, everyone else was just an ignorant commoner."

"What are you talking about? If only he were alive…."

He must have become the leader by now. Then the Murim Alliance wouldn't have gotten to this point.

Chun-gae trailed off as if he was crawling. However, there was no way Ma-cheon-so could not have heard this.

"You want to blame the dead for your problems now? How pathetic."

"It's not my fault! Damn it… I just wanted to see you."

"That bastard. If he were alive, he would definitely say that."

"What does a private tutor know!"

"You know that he is already dead and gone."

"What?!"

The quantum angle is dead. That doesn't change. The current self is just a Ma Cheon So with memories.

That sucks even more though.

"Well, isn't that a thing of the past? Everyone, please stand firm. It seems it is finally my turn to be a priest."

As Hyun-yang spoke with a bright smile, Chun-gae and Ma-cheon-so simultaneously turned their heads forward as if they were crazy.

A man walking out while nodding off.

It's a dream without a second thought.