Cheonyeong's gaze swept over the people standing behind Yuk Geumuk, observing.

Five.

With the drumbeat at the hour of the snake as a signal, five matches per group. In other words, fifty matches would take place simultaneously.

So he must have dispersed his subordinates to observe the matches of the other groups.

Yuk Geumuk was the same.

But, only one outsider at his match?

It made him angry to think about it. What did these punks take him for?

"Taoist! What are you doing, not starting!"

Yuk Geumuk urges Gwangmun with an annoyed voice.

Heh, that punk is also impatient.

By the way, how should I cook this punk?

Cheonyeong thought, watching Yuk Geumuk intently.

But the answer is obvious. Even a small profit is a profit. Isn't there a saying that dust gathered makes a mountain?

Your martial arts, I'll put them on the shelves of the Tang Family's estate.

"Yongcheon."

"Yes!"

"Watch carefully. I'll buy you some time."

"I understand."

At Cheonyeong's words, Yongcheon fixes his gaze on Yuk Geumuk.

[And tell the Green Warrior Unit to secretly observe the Heungmun Hall punks. See if there's any punk wearing a human skin mask.]

[Yes, Family Head.]

At the subsequent telepathic message, Yongcheon immediately gives an order to the Green Warrior Unit, and the Green Warrior Unit begins to move without being noticed.

"Now, then, let's begin. Both of you, please sign here before the martial arts competition."

What Gwangmun took out was a 'Life and Death Agreement'.

A pledge of responsibility related to the martial arts competition.

The content was, if one of them died or got injured while fighting each other to the death, the Blue Green Sect would not be held responsible...

Orthodox Faction punks, tsk tsk.

The so-called famous Taoist sect of the world is all talk.

Teok!

But Yuk Geumuk, without much thought, dips his finger in ink and leaves his handprint.

"Why? Are you scared because it says life and death are on the line? Then why don't you give up?"

Cheonyeong sighs, looking at him sneering.

What a misunderstanding.

He thought for a moment. Should he really kill this punk who said it was okay to die?

Teok.

As Cheonyeong signs the life and death agreement and steps back, Gwangmun nods his head and says.

"From now on, we will begin the first match of the Assembly of Elders."

It had finally begun.

The Blue Green Sect's Assembly of Elders.

U-du-duk!

And Yuk Geumuk twists his joints, making a violent sound, and takes a stance.

"Punk! I'll make you regret not giving up."

Cheonyeong looks at the punk who is glaring at him with clenched fists as if he were pathetic.

Hah, I really should show him what kind of sound it makes when all his bones are broken.

"What are you doing? Just warming up? If you're ready, we should start. Should I go first? That's not a bad idea either."

"Th-this son of a bitch!"

As Cheonyeong speaks without even taking a stance, Yuk Geumuk, who thought he was being ignored, immediately rushes at him.

Kung!

Cheonyeong is slightly impressed at the sight of Yuk Geumuk rushing at him with all his might as he steps forward.

Hoh? A body slam from the start?

He's a pretty reckless punk.

But that's all. What threat is an attack that's just full of strength?

It would be over with one clenched fist, but that's not how it should be. For Yongcheon, he had to make him vomit everything he had.

Tung!

Cheonyeong twists his body and deflects Yuk Geumuk's attack.

"Heung!"

Yuk Geumuk, who had stopped by planting his feet, changes direction and scratches with his nails raised.

Swi-ik!

Yuk Geumuk's hand narrowly passes over his bent chest.

"You rat-like punk! You're good at dodging! But, let's see how long you can dodge!"

Yuk Geumuk's attack is filled with qi, and his speed increases.

Fists, feet, and raised nails aim for Cheonyeong's body several times. In an instant, dozens of seconds pass.

Although Cheonyeong blocked what he could and dodged what he could, he couldn't do anything about the qi wave contained in Yuk Geumuk's touch.

Jji-ik!

As his clothes are torn, a small furrow appears on Cheonyeong's brow.

It's an expensive outfit... an outfit that the owner of the Tang Family's cloth store had painstakingly made for three months.

"Haap!"

Cheonyeong, who was annoyed that his clothes were being torn, strikes Yuk Geumuk's fist head-on.

Jjeo-eo-eong!

"Keuk!"

With a loud clash, Yuk Geumuk stumbles back several steps, grabs his wrist, and frowns.

"Ah, sorry. That was a bit much."

A failure in controlling his strength.

He had hit him as lightly as possible. He thought that much would be okay.

"Huk, huk. You cunning bastard. You had a hidden move... huk-huk, I see."

A misunderstanding. There's nothing like that.

He was just annoyed that his expensive clothes were being torn.

"Huk-huk, what a pity. Your decisive blow has failed."

Absurd. What on earth is in this punk's head?

"You dodged well, but it's no use now. I've already figured out all your movements. Huk-huk."

"..."

"Now it's not... huk-huk... your clothes, but I'll break your bones and tear your skin!"

Yuk Geumuk takes a stance again.

Is this a disease? It seems he thinks he's winning.

If the opponent's breathing is calm and his own is ragged, it's easy to tell who has the upper hand.

"It seems the young master is about to finish it."

"Well, he's been going easy on him."

The reaction of the observing attendants was also a sight to see.

Truly, like master, like subordinate. Where on earth... ah! Is it because his clothes are torn?

Cheonyeong suddenly checks his appearance.

Rags, rags.

It couldn't be helped. Because the cloth store owner was not a martial artist, he knew how to make them look luxurious, but he hadn't considered practicality.

Because it fluttered so much, he had tried to dodge, but it was bound to get torn.

Yes. If he looked like this... he could be misunderstood.

Just by looking at his tattered clothes, it would seem as if he had been pushed back. And he hadn't even counterattacked much, deliberately trying to draw out all of Yuk Geumuk's forms.

But Cheonyeong, who had been smirking, turns his gaze to the Taoists of the Blue Green Sect.

What are those punks doing?

Their actions are strange. Since the martial arts competition began, they have been continuously writing something.

"Let's go!"

Although Yuk Geumuk's attack began again, Cheonyeong, who had become curious, occasionally checked on Gwangmun while fighting.

Attack and defense. Every time the offense and defense continued, Gwangmun moved his brush quickly.

No way?

Are these punks recording the contents of the martial arts competition?

Why on earth?

He couldn't guess their intention at all. It's not like they were trying to steal the martial arts of a small and medium-sized faction like him.

[Family Head!]

At that moment, Yongcheon's telepathic message was heard.

[I've memorized it all. There are a total of nine forms. And the Green Warrior Unit said they didn't find anything particularly strange among the attendants.]

Cheonyeong grins at Yongcheon's words.

With this, the goal is achieved.

Tung!

Cheonyeong, who had deflected the force of Yuk Geumuk's attack, jumps back.

"You damn bastard! How long are you going to keep dodging!"

Yuk Geumuk, who was angry at the elusive Cheonyeong, shouts.

"This is it."

"What?"

"I've checked everything I needed to, and now I'm going to finish it."

"What did you say? Are you going to beat me in that state?"

"Yes, that's what I said."

Cheonyeong slowly takes a stance.

Spreading his arms wide like a bird flying over a leisurely flowing river, and lowering his stance with his legs crossed.

"Y-Yuk-hap-gwon?"

One of Yuk Geumuk's eyes contorts at the stance Cheonyeong took. At the same time, the mouths of the observing Heungmun Hall martial artists are filled with sneers.

Yes, it's the Six Harmonies Fist.

"You son of a bitch! Are you mocking me?!"

I didn't do that. I'm serious right now.

The Six Harmonies Fist was a martial art he had trained in for a long time.

Because he didn't need any other martial arts after realizing the true meaning of the Body of Qi. And right now, this is perfect. Because those suspicious Blue Green Sect punks are diligently recording something.

In a situation where he doesn't know their intention, there's no need to show his hidden weapon technique.

And Yuk Geumuk doesn't have that much skill.

"Fine, whether it's the Six Harmonies or whatever, do as you please! I'll definitely crush that unlucky face of yours! Haap!"

Yuk Geumuk begins to draw out all of his internal energy.

Koo-woo-woo-woo...

With the rapidly boiling energy, a haze-like distortion appears around him.

Tsk tsk, you stupid punk. To see only the Six Harmonies Fist and think I'm mocking you, and to be careless.

You are disqualified as a martial artist. The important thing is not what martial art you use, but who uses that martial art.

"Now, then."

Tok!

Cheonyeong delicately controls his internal energy and takes a step.

Samyang, Stepping and Stomping.

Pyu-ung!

The moment his foot, which had lightly kicked the ground, is lifted, Cheonyeong's figure shoots out like a flash of lightning.

"Huk!"

Yuk Geumuk's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected speed.

"Eot!"

The brushes of the Blue Green Sect Taoists, who had been writing furiously, stop.

"Th-that's!?"

The observers also let out a single exclamation of surprise.

Cheonyeong, reflected in Yuk Geumuk's eyes, was like a stretched piece of taffy. He had suddenly stretched out and was already in front of him.

"Th-this punk!"

The surprised Yuk Geumuk's fist was swung.

His flustered fist lost its way, and there was no sharpness to be found.

It was just an instinct to respond to the approaching threat.

Teong!

Cheonyeong's hand strikes Yuk Geumuk's fist upwards.

"Eohuk!"

Yuk Geumuk, who realized his chest was wide open, hastily pulls his hands to block and prepares for Cheonyeong's attack.

But, if you block, does it not hurt?

Cheonyeong's fist extends forcefully over Yuk Geumuk's crossed forearms.

Tteo-eo-eong!

Following the rough impact sound.

U-du-du-duk!

The sound of bones breaking echoes.

Cheonyeong's fist was the Six Harmonies, but it was the Six Harmonies with the energy of the Samyang added.

It breaks the blocking arm bones, hits the chest bones, and shakes the internal organs inside.

Yuk Geumuk, who had been sent flying and slammed into the ground, couldn't even breathe and was in pain.

What a sturdy punk.

Well, he didn't faint, but since he had already left the martial arts competition ground, it was a loss by being out of bounds.

"Kkeok, kkeo-eok. Keok, keok."

But my goodness, what a noisy punk.

Still, you should consider it an honor. Since you've received the first attack after I achieved the Transformed Body.

Passing on this feeling to generations to come...

Cheonyeong, who was looking at Yuk Geumuk rolling on the ground and struggling, suddenly becomes aware of the atmosphere around him.

Everyone was staring at him blankly. With their mouths agape. As if they had seen some great divine power.

Oops, I made a mistake.

It's troublesome to reveal my skills in advance and make them wary.

Act weak, act weak.

"Huk, huk, huk..."

Cheonyeong suddenly pants as if he had used all his strength and collapses as if his body had lost all its strength.

"F-fortunately. The trick of making him careless by showing the Six Harmonies Fist worked. Huk, huk."

The muttering is a bonus.

He also stealthily checks their reactions.

Damn it, is it still not enough? What's with that suspicious gaze...

Yongcheon, help me!

As Cheonyeong looks at him, Yongcheon blinks his eyes and shouts.

"As expected of the family head! A sincere blow that attacks with all his strength at once! That one-time attack worked!"

It seems he read his gaze correctly. It's a relief that he's quick-witted at times.

But a sincere blow?

No matter how hastily he made it up, what on earth is that ridiculous form name, you punk?

So those punks will be easily fooled!

"Damn it, to think it was a technique that explodes his latent power. The young master had almost won, but he was swayed by the Six Harmonies Fist and became careless."

The head of the entourage laments regretfully.

So they were fooled. What a relief.

Just as he was secretly sighing in relief, Cheonyeong looks at Gwangmun.

That punk is writing again, writing again. He was very curious about the content.

But for now.

"Taoist, the result?"

"It seems the young master of the Heungmun Hall can no longer fight. The winner of the first match is the family head of the Tang Family's estate. I will guide you to the second location."

The match was decided.

"Wa-a-a-a!"

Yongcheon and the Green Warrior Unit shout in joy at the first victory.

On the other hand, the Heungmun Hall.

"Everyone, quickly take the young master to the doctor!"

The head of the entourage gives an order and says, glaring at Cheonyeong, who is sitting down and catching his breath.

"Family Head Tang, you were lucky. But! It will be difficult to climb to the summit with just luck from now on."

Cheonyeong smirks at the sight of him turning and leaving after finishing his words.

Anyway, it seems that being rude is also something that resembles the master.

Anyway, the first preliminary match is a win.

He had obtained one martial art, and he had confirmed that there were no Jinkagu assassins hiding among the Heungmun Hall punks.

Phew, by the way, how long do I have to pretend to be weak?

The Tang Family's Departure from the World