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Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 347: Same Mind, Same End
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The final three.
Ha Eung Eung, exhausted from using Hoshingangki and Dragonic Magic, as well as the continuous activation of Yeonhwanmugong, her 61 years of martial energy rendered useless, and Mark 2, thrown into the air, and Whisper, who had lost one hand.
The one in the highest position among them was, unsurprisingly, Whisper.
‘No matter how much you struggle, it’s useless. I will not lose this absolute superiority!’
Defeating Ha Eung Eung.
That was his singular resolve, the sole focus of his heart for the past year.
He could not allow all that time of suffering to be in vain.
‘Even when I was commanding the terror attacks, even when playing the game of destroying cities, in my heart, there was always an uncomfortable truth buried deep inside...’
The one who lost to the Silent Swordsman!
The pitying looks from the Voice Girl who had watched him with sympathy!
The compassionate gaze from Saint Eve, who had looked at him with a sense of pity, asking how he had become this pathetic!
Tch tch. I told you not to touch that woman. I warned you several times that it would be too much for you.
The leader of the villainous organization Black Faction’s Army.
The nameless leader and the high-ranking members of the organization who followed him, risking their lives.
The boss’s scornful voice echoed in his head!
All of these memories pressed down on him.
It was painful.
He could not accept it.
If he were this weak, unable to even defeat the Silent Swordsman, how could he possibly defeat the Awakened Association, the strongest group in the country, and take his revenge?
This was a trial.
A trial for self-validation.
The greatest test of his life, to gain the certainty that he could defeat the Association.
If he overcame this, he would challenge the Association.
If he could not, then he would delay the dream of defeating the Association.
He didn’t care if it took years.
He didn’t ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) care how many times he failed.
As long as he was the one who laughed last, that was enough.
To defeat the Association, just once would be enough.
‘The years I’ve spent growing in the shadows. I vowed to defeat you, to prove that our efforts were not in vain.’
But the Silent Swordsman, as if mocking his resolve, leisurely sent a Tanjigong flying, casually riding the clouds and shooting lightning, enjoying herself.
They say when one becomes an immortal, even their leisurely activities evoke admiration and awe, but there’s a limit to everything.
As she belittled him, he desperately honed his martial arts, training and refining his abilities in secret.
‘I know it’s an uncomfortable matter.’
He defeated his enemies with their own strength.
Even if the Silent Swordsman cooperated, he could not regain his face, his broken pride.
But still, he endured.
He still had patience.
And as a result, he was able to fully grasp it.
The power of martial arts.
‘I didn’t know. That by mastering <Trick Techniques> using mana to its utmost limit, one could reach another level of ability.’
Each person can awaken only one ability.
Martial arts that allowed him to break that limitation.
If he didn’t know, he wouldn’t care, but now that he knew, it was strange not to learn it.
A paradigm shift.
An innovation that could overthrow the existing order.
A weapon that could break everything down.
‘The Earthquake Generator shattered only the world of Battle Minesweeper, but martial arts will break the real world.’
To avoid falling beneath the platform, he must not stray from the source of martial arts, Haenampa.
His eyes, reading the times, were valid, and now, the Silent Swordsman was falling into darkness.
<Dragonic Magic> <Left Angle - Horn of the Clouds> <Cloud Formation> <Peak Demon Sect Martial Arts> <Su Ryeo Cheon Dan Kwon (遂流天壇拳)> <Uwoon Gong Hyeol (雨雲控穴)>
Realizing the cumbersome nature of the clouds, he no longer allowed for any chance of recovery.
Using the Su Ryeo Tong Jeol—the cloud gathering technique—he borrowed the power of cloud manipulation and sealed the area.
The regret that he had taught the Silent Swordsman, sensing it pass across her face, caused a sense of relief.
‘Yes, that’s the face. This is the face I wanted to see from you!’
He was the one who could make others tremble in fear.
He was not someone who could afford to be afraid.
Of course,
Ha Eung Eung felt that true intent.
This wasn’t the kind of energy you could ignore; it was something you’d feel even if you didn’t want to.
‘An overwhelming force. You’re not planning to let me escape from my current position, are you?’
In terms of pure Qi, Whisper possessed over 120 years of Qi, which was double Ha Eung Eung’s 61 years of internal energy.
The power of Whisper’s Qi was so strong that even Mark 2’s hair stood on end just from exposure.
‘But there is also this possibility in martial arts.’
<North Sea Ice Palace Ascension Technique> <Mu Jung Bing Yoo (無中氷有)>
Mu Jung Saeng Yoo (無中生有).
The transformative power that creates something from nothing.
Stripping away the moisture needed for ice to form, he created a pillar of ice solely from pure Qi.
“!!”
If that pillar could reach as deep as the bottom of this dark abyss,
And if it didn’t vanish upon touching the darkness, unlike with players...
‘The conditions have changed.’
Whisper was bound to fall.
The Silent Swordsman, standing atop the ice pillar, now had the upper hand once again.
‘You didn’t think you could win without defeating me, with a fall judgment, right, Whisper?’
“That’s right. It should be like this. Thanks to you, I’ve learned something. I hate persistent women, but with a tenacity like yours, surprisingly, I could enjoy it without getting bored.”
‘...What’s that? A proposal?’
Unlike Whisper, who was 100% serious about this duel, Ha Eung Eung, who hadn’t been as desperate or intense in her engagement, flinched, and her calm demeanor faltered.
In that fleeting moment, her eyes revealed the internal turmoil she had been suppressing with her absolute composure.
“Even that indifferent expression was a ruse! Your fight began one step ahead of mine. You must have been hiding a weakness the whole time!”
‘To be shaken by strange words, my heart still wavers. I still have a long way to go.’
Whisper’s eyes gleamed with a blue light.
That light spread secretly, distorting the space and capturing Mark 2, who was precariously hanging from the ice pillar.
Ha Eung Eung, who had ignored Mark 2 since the start of the civil war, not offering help even when Mark 2 was stumbling...
That indifference.
That cruelty.
It was now clear that it had all been prepared for moments like this, from the beginning of the civil war.
‘Yes, you were that kind of person. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have protected your subordinates against the alligator hunter in Ban-Yo-Gok!’
Whisper had made a move akin to the Alligator Hunter.
Her target was not Ha Eung Eung, but Mark 2.
‘I don’t think I would have won if I didn’t have this power.’
Whisper knew.
If she didn’t have power, she couldn’t have pushed her this far.
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Before that, she would have been killed or eliminated, before realizing Mark 2’s existence.
It was only possible because of martial arts.
It was possible because of the effort she had put in over the past year.
The Silent Swordsman’s weakness.
Her maternal instincts to protect Mark 2!
“This is my final blow. My full power. If you can take it, try to take it!”
The game of strategy had ended.
Whisper’s Qi, once a calm stream, now transformed into ominous Qi, like a fire raging through the entirety of her Su Ryeo martial arts.
It was his Awakened Ability, reinterpreted through the Demon Sect’s martial arts.
<Awakened Ability - Call Whisper>
<Final Technique - Black Out>
A new technique born from combining his phone’s call reception with Su Ryeo’s freezing capabilities.
The ability of Black Out infiltrates the bodies of all targets within range, forcibly halting all movements.
At this position, the inevitable force that would bring them crashing down was overwhelming.
‘Incredible understanding. This new martial technique is beyond my ability to replicate.’
Ha Eung Eung instinctively understood.
She realized that, with her martial art knowledge, she could not comprehend or reproduce the origins of this technique.
Even with the pinnacle of her five senses, this was beyond what she could contain.
‘This is not a power that can be defeated with ordinary martial arts.’
If anything, it resembled Pahae’s power.
Everything that touched it would immediately lose its attributes and strength, scattering away.
There was no way to stop it, not with her current body at its peak.
‘A physical Consciousness Severing power. Even if I block it, I will fall, and if I hold on, Mark 2 will fall.’
Until now, she had been able to prevent the fall, even by turning her back on Mark 2, but this time, she truly had to let go.
She would survive, even at the cost of abandoning her child.
That cruelty was not the path she wished for the Demon Sect’s reign.
‘I see. Cheonma Pacheonlin. My old friend. Was this the Demon Sect world you dreamed of?’
The truth, which only became clear after many years, was revealed in a moment of casual realization.
The truth of the Demon Sect that Cheonma had spoken of so often was just like this.
Ha Eung Eung. You have the potential to become Cheonma!Cheonma is the sky of a million followers. The Demon Sect world is when that sky becomes the central sky. If we capture the Imperial Palace, only then will the true Demon Sect world begin.With you, I believe we can do it. Lend me your strength, Ha Eung Eung. No, my only friend.
She had refused Cheonma’s offer of the position countless times.
She had wished to fulfill Cheonma’s dream, not through herself, but through Ha Eung Eung.
Now, she understood Cheonma’s feelings, her expression, in that moment.
‘Do I look at Mark 2 the same way she looked at me back then?’
Cheonma had invaded the Central Plains, aiming to conquer the Imperial Palace and establish the Demon Sect world.
But power born from nothing could never earn true reverence from all.
Thus, she needed someone who understood her, someone who could carry on her will, and someone who could be acknowledged by her.
For Cheonma, that person had been Ha Eung Eung.
For Ha Eung Eung, that person might have been Mark 2.
‘I’m not entrusting everything to you. Not yet. The burden I carry is too heavy to leave to a beginner like you. But just for this one game...’
For just the victory in this Battle Minesweeper.
She almost wanted to entrust it.
“Your Highness?”
Without saying a word, just looking at her, did Mark 2 sense something in her expression?
Mark 2 called out to her.
Ha Eung Eung did not respond.
With a quiet smile, she faced Whisper’s full-powered strike.
It was an attack that could only be executed in the far future, impossible in the reality of Whisper’s present self.
‘Just once. Watch carefully, Whisper, as I show you this technique born from your obsession.’
The Yeonhwan martial art chain technique.
Skills carefully balanced and distributed without threatening life.
She broke through that line, intentionally and forcefully.
Kuga kuga kuga kunga!!!
The sound of the world crumbling was nothing compared to the resonance that shook the Silent Swordsman’s core.
“!!!”
Whisper saw it.
The moment Ha Eung Eung’s strike cleaved through his Black Out and decapitated him.
[Whisper has been slain.]
[Remaining players: 2]
With the recoil of the blow, the Silent Swordsman’s form tumbled, bleeding from the seven points, and fell into the darkness.
[Ha Eung Eung has died.]
[Remaining player: 1]
Even in his dying moment, he fell without showing the horrifying sight to his daughter behind him.
In the face of that resolve, even as his consciousness faded, he could not help but silently admire her.
He lost.
He couldn’t win.
[Last Survivor]
[Mark-Ⅱ]
[Congratulations. You are the winner.]
The death of the Silent Swordsman.
The battle royale of Battle Minesweeper ended with a shocking conclusion that no one could have predicted.