I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 289

Episode 289: The Martial Arts Tournament Finals (2)

When his name was called first, Mu-o closed his eyes tightly and clasped his hands together.

The audience's hearts began to race as they heard that Mu-o, a strong candidate to win, would appear in the first match.

But the anticipation is still there. Depending on who you fight against, it could turn out to be a truly futile fight.

The shepherd reached into the box again and took out another sign.

"The first opponent to compete against Shaolin Master Wuwu Xiaoxia is… This can't be happening."

The shepherd put down the hand that was holding the wooden sign and looked at one of the later indices.

The audience's gaze also followed him.

A man who is still dozing off even after attending a competition.

"no way……."

An unexpected change occurred.

"I will become a Musinsu Hyeonmongso Sohyeop right away!"

The audience couldn't believe their ears.

Who and who? Moo-oh and Hyeon-mong-so?

It's ridiculous. Two people who were expected to face each other in the finals are meeting in their first match.

"It's the final from the start!"

"Mu-o and Hyeon-mong-so-ra-ni. Isn't this a showdown between Shaolin and a shaman?"

Shock, anticipation, excitement, enthusiasm. A multitude of emotions filled the venue.

If you ask who the most anticipated matchup is at this tournament, nine out of ten will pick these.

Perhaps because of the word shaman, Hyunmongso’s eyes opened wide. After looking around, the later indexes had gone down to the stage, leaving only Moo-oh and me behind.

“Please take good care of me, Buddha Immeasurable Life.”

In response to Mu-o's greeting, Hyun-mong-so took a stance without saying a word, tapping both feet together.

If it's Shaolin Fist, then it goes without saying that he's the best opponent. The corners of my mouth naturally went up.

"It would be meaningless to explain to the two of you. I wish you good luck!"

As the stool came down, the wide square stage was illuminated only by the two people.

Silence fell again, and after a while.

Kwaaaaang-!

Moo-oh and Hyeon-mong-so clashed.

*

Meanwhile, Seo Ho-pil, who had come down and was watching the stage, was smiling faintly.

'Elder Mok said that I would have good luck in the competition. Is this what he meant?'

The structure was such that each group was divided into groups and a match between the winners took place, and the favorites to win, Mu-o and Hyeon-mong-so, faced each other in the first match.

It might have been a stroke of luck for other reviewers, but here, there was thorough manipulation by the reporter in charge of the event.

'It doesn't matter who comes up. One of them will definitely fall. It would be better if the winner gets smashed somewhere while we're at it.'

It would have been embarrassing to feel embarrassed at one point, but Seo Ho-pil was confident. He was a typical low-life who believed that even this was his ability.

'She didn't come?'

Seo Ho-pil, who quickly gained attention on stage, looked for the two people who had not participated in the competition.

To be exact, the woman who sent an electric shock to my chest is Dan Ye-hwa.

'You are the first person I have ever missed so much. It is the glory of your life.'

A high nose, skin whiter than jade, eyes that touch the heartstrings, and even small lips that make you want to bite them.

Ever since we met at the inn, her face was the only thing on my mind.

'I know you won't have the confidence to stand before me in such a miserable state. You little woman. Even though I have Yang So-hye as my first wife, I will never neglect you… … Yes?'

Seo Ho-pil looked around and met eyes with Su Han-seong, who was also wandering around the audience, the stage in the background.

'This kid too… … ?'

'Sohyup, as expected… … .'

The two people simultaneously cleared their throats as if they had understood each other.

"Ahem, Muoh and Hyeonmongso. Well… they're both nothing special."

"I, I see. Haha……"

He is a youth with incomparable clumsiness.

*

When the excitement of the martial arts competition was heating up.

Only four people were left in the empty inn, with even the host and guest vacating.

It was a group of Masadangpae including Dan Yehwa.

"How long do I have to do this? Yes?"

Yul-tak grumbled, revealing his annoyed symbol.

I was happy for a moment when I heard that you had visited Macheonso a few days ago. Today has come and gone without any news since then.

Waiting only lasted a day or two, but when I actually found it, I was so frustrated that I just sat there and did nothing.

"If I go out, will I be able to find it? All attention is focused on the competition. So."

I will definitely come here. Dan Ye-hwa closed her eyes tightly.

Whether it was Hyul-ra, Gu-yang-ryong, or Hyang-myo, they believed that someone would come and take them away.

And that prediction came true.

"madam……."

Before long, the door to the inn opened wide and she appeared.

A woman in cat makeup. It was Hyangmyo.

It was obvious that he was at a loss as if he was really sorry for leaving without saying anything.

Dan Ye-hwa jumped up with her eyes wide open.

"you……!"

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I just walked by because I smelled like you…….”

"Shut your mouth."

"huh?"

Warak. Dan Yehwa quickly approached and hugged Hyangmyo.

"If you were wrong, half of the Murim Alliance would be dead."

"madam……."

The tip of my nose stung. What did I say? This is touching again.

"I have to throw away the iceberg. It's so sad. From now on, I'm going to call you Miss Jjinghwa… Jjinghwa-!"

"Sit down and stop talking nonsense."

"ancient!"

Hyangmyo, who walked briskly to her seat, clapped her hands together with Yaryul Tak, Eulharyeong, and Danya Rang.

Dan Ye-hwa also sat down, shaking her head with a hollow laugh.

"Have you all heard the news, my lord?"

I heard. I can tell just by looking at their eyes. Everyone just lit up without answering, as if telling me to hurry up and talk.

"Don't be surprised, just listen. He has come. Where? Here!"

Hyangmyo said, poking his index finger toward the floor.

At this, Yul-tak was startled and turned his head toward the entrance with wide eyes.

"Elementary school…! There isn't one?"

"He is. He is in the Murim Alliance. He is also in the Murim Competition."

"What? You didn't go to the competition yourself? I didn't see you. If you did, I would have…"

"No, not at all. First, you need to know his new identity."

Come here, come here. Hyangmyo gestured with meaningful eyes as if to tell everyone to put their heads together, and began writing on the table.

【Mr. Ma】

Ma… … Teacher? Dan Ye-hwa repeated the question so that the sound would not escape, then paused for a moment and swallowed her breath.

No way… … . No way… … ?

And then suddenly the image of a person I had seen in passing came to mind.

A cold-eyed beauty with her face covered by a black hat.

As I lowered my head back to the table, Hyangmyo's dainty fingers continued to write.

【buy】

Ah… …. With a sigh, my spine tingled.

【cloth】

Why couldn't I be sure?

【episode】

It was right before my eyes.

【main】

It was him. He was right. The man who came to watch the preliminaries.

He is Ma Cheon So.

*

Meanwhile, the square where the martial arts competition was taking place was quiet, as if only two people were present. Only the two men's breathing and loud noises resonated in their hearts.

Bam!

The sword of Mu-o shot out like a ray of light. At this, the body of Hyeon-mong-so, who had been occupying the area, fell out as if it had been thrown.

The Jin Yukhap Kwon was straight and without any irregularities, but it was so fast that it was difficult to follow with the eyes.

Even if you look at the matches so far, it was like that. To summarize in one word, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is a match for a match for a match for a match.

one.

"Ah. This one hurts."

"It contains the history of the composition, but it even endures that……"

Even though dozens of rounds have passed, it's a problem that he suddenly gets up like a zombie and starts limping again.

"Is it indestructible?!"

When someone shouted in the crowd, everyone started to murmur. It was hard not to be suspicious since he had been hit several times and was fine without a single scratch.

Moo-oh also listened carefully. He shook his head without even having time to think about it.

'If the diamond was indestructible, Binseung would not have not recognized it.'

Even if you think about it a hundred or a thousand times, it's still absurd.

The Diamond Invincible is a martial art of Shaolin. How can it be that Moo-oh doesn't know this? Furthermore.

'I definitely touched it. It was as light as a feather… … It was like.'

Moo-oh's eyes turned to Hyunmong-so's bulging feet.

'How could I possibly know all of the boundless martial arts of the Mudangpa? But I have never heard of such a technique. Or did it slip out the moment it touched me?'

My mind flashed. I can’t say that it’s all, but if Shaolin’s martial arts pursue strength, the Wudang school places its meaning on freedom.

If you can just pull out your body for a split second and let the point slip, then everything is explained.

'The Six Harmonies are the beginning and culmination of martial arts that can reach the East, West, South, North, Up, and Down. So there is nothing that cannot be broken.'

Muoh gathered his wits and took his stance again.

Kuoooo. The air around him seemed to be distorted, as if he was wondering where his history ended.

Gulp. Even the audience watching swallowed dry saliva, feeling very nervous.

"It's dangerous."

Hyunmongso also felt the crisis, as his running intervals became much shorter.

Tong, tong, tong, tong.

Then, at that moment, Mu-o put both fists on his waist and took a step forward.

"ah."

Unlike Hyunmongso, who jumped to the side, thinking that it would fly towards him, Muoh continued to fire continuously from his spot.

Papapapak!

"Kwon-gi!"

Dozens of translucent fist-shaped bullets flew and pierced Hyunmongso's entire body.

The first combo attack that he unleashed, which he had only ever used, was so intense that it was painful to watch with open eyes.

Hyunmongso lost the momentum as the momentum chased her like a shell even though she gritted her teeth and tried to escape.

It must be an unwavering determination to see it through to the end without any room to back down.

Wheeze, thud.

In the end, Hyunmongso fell down in rags. Everyone held their breath and watched the scene. Will he rise again? One, two, three. No. It's over.

No more waking up like a zombie.

"Shaolin Divine Fist, the victory of the Wu-Wu Shaolin Association!"

Waaaaah-! The shepherd's shout was met with cheers.

Chuck! Muoh clasped his hands together and turned around respectfully.

It was a landslide victory.

The match between the two who were predicted to be the winners was indeed more disappointing than expected, but even that was forgotten as I was fascinated by the divine power of Mu-o.

"Shaolin has produced truly great talents."

"It really can't be anything but an anticipated review index."

Even in the gathering of the Sabos, heated discussions about the confrontation continued.

Of course, there was nothing but praise for Muo.

"The new method was mysterious, but I was paralyzed by the waves of the bet that Il-kwon made, so I couldn't do anything but suffer."

"I'm sure the Master Shaman is very worried about his priest. Haha."

Not everyone was like that, but those who were jealous of Hyun Yang were deliberately sarcastic.

On the other hand, Hyun-yang did not show any expression and only looked at the expression of Ma-cheon-so sitting next to him.

'Mongso hasn't even been able to properly greet Sasuk yet, and now he's acting like this… I'm worried that he might be disappointed.'

It may be an excuse, but there was a deep reason why Hyunmongso was so cruelly destroyed.

I'm at a loss as to where or how to begin explaining it.

But.

"That's pretty good. Did you say Hyeonmongso?"

Ma Cheon-so snickered and said, “That’s quite a lot.” The nearby servants opened their mouths in disbelief.

Hana Macheonso expressed her intention without any concern.

"The shaman will have no worries from now on."

"P, private study……"

As Hyun-yang looked at him with eyes full of emotion, sarcasm could be heard from those around him.

"Ambassador. Did you see it properly?"

When Ma Cheon-so turned his head over his shoulder at the dull tone, he saw a middle-aged man snorting and laughing in vain.

Although he is not very big, his sharp eyes and angular face give him a very strong appearance.

It was Peng Cheol-gon, the head of the Habuk Pengga clan.

"Do you want to protect me because I'm your family? If you don't have to worry about running away and dying, then I'll admit that."

Ma Cheon-so responded with an indifferent look to Peng Ga-ju's remark.

"If you go to Nanman, there is a spirit called Baeksang (白象). It is larger than twenty carriages put together, and its strength is enough to pull ten fine horses."

"What are you talking about right away?"

"But even though Baeksang has that kind of power, he doesn't attack recklessly. Why?"

Huh, who on earth are you talking to? Peng Gaju let out a gasp at the absurd words and turned his head away.

Ma Cheon-so looked at Hyeon-yang intently and spoke amidst the contempt from those around him.

"I don't know the details."

"Private tutoring……"