A serious gaze and a sharp spirit. Peng Moojong spoke in a cold voice.
“Anyone will do, so come down.”
“…”
“I will be your opponent.”
“…”
A moment of silence fell.
And then…
“Puhahahaha. Brother. What is this?”
A burst of laughter erupted. At that, Jin Cheon shouted with a reddened face.
“Shut up, you bastard!?”
The duel was over. Jin Cheon had actually managed to defeat an elder of the Wudang Sect. This was a splendid feat rarely seen in the history of the martial world.
For an elder of the Nine Great Sects and One Gang to be defeated by a disciple from an unknown, nameless sect. Jin Cheon, who had achieved this monumental feat, was…
“Hahahaha. I thought I was watching the protagonist of some heroic novel… Oof! Aaargh! Why are you hitting me?”
“I’m hitting you because you deserve it, why!?”
Being teased like this. For the achievement he had accomplished, it was truly harsh treatment.
“My… My oppo… khahahaha…”
“Die. Just die, you damn bear!?”
Jin Cheon mounted the fallen Peng Moojong, grabbed his chin, and bent his back upwards. Underneath him, Peng Moojong, while gasping for air, continued to tease him until the end. Birds of a feather, perhaps?
Similar people met and became sworn brothers. Watching the scene, Jin Su-han let out a deep sigh.
‘I can’t tell if I should praise him or scold him for his wrongdoing.’