Chapter 99 It's nothing special, yet it's acting all high and mighty. (4)

It was a sound of impact that none had ever heard in their lives.

Those gathered at the volcano discovered anew that a human's fist could create such a sound when it met a person's face.

He spins.

Sun Woo-ryang, struck by Cheong-myeong's fist, spun in the air like a top.

Whoosh! The blood gushing from his nose scattered around his spinning body like mist. 'If this goes well, there might even be a rainbow?' A rainbow made of blood.

Could there be anything more horrifying in this world? It felt as if the boundary between common sense and nonsense was collapsing.

Sun Woo-ryang, who had been spinning while spewing blood, soon fell to the ground and convulsed.

As he watched, Cheong-myeong's voice rang clearly in everyone's ears.

"It's nothing special, yet it's acting all high and mighty."

Cheong-myeong spat on the ground.

Then he drew the wooden sword at his waist.

"Get up. You little brat. It's not over yet. My anger doesn't end here!" Cheong-myeong roared like a lion, but it felt less grand and more... 'kind of petty.' That was the honest feeling of Yoon Jong.

"What...?" The beard of Sa Ma-seung trembled. 'What is this...?' Even though it was happening right in front of him, he still couldn't understand what was going on.

Cheong-myeong seemed to vanish for a moment before appearing right in front of Sun Woo-ryang and delivering a strike.

And after taking that hit, Sun Woo-ryang literally spun in the air like a top before collapsing to the ground.

This was the entirety of what Sa Ma-seung had witnessed.

The problem was the 'seemed to vanish.' 'Did I just miss that kid's movement?' No matter how relaxed he was, being the elder of Jongnam, how could he miss the movements of the three great disciples of the volcano? No, no.

That can't be! Sa Ma-seung denied what he had seen.

But this wasn't just his fault.

If someone other than Sa Ma-seung had been standing there, they would have reacted the same way.

When something happens that exceeds what one considers common sense, people tend to deny and doubt it.

"That coward!" At that moment, an angry voice from the side jolted Sa Ma-seung back to reality.

"Attacking during a conversation! Does the volcano not know manners!" "That wicked brat!" "..."

It seemed that the kids saw it that way.

After all, the higher one's position, the more shocking it could be.

For the great disciples, missing Cheong-myeong's movement for even a moment wasn't that surprising.

But Sa Ma-seung was different.

Wasn't he the elder of Jongnam? Sa Ma-seung calmed his startled heart and focused again on the martial arts stage.

"Sun Woo-ryang! Get up!" "Get up! Woo-ryang!" Voices cheering for Sun Woo-ryang echoed from all around.

Sa Ma-seung stared at the fallen Sun Woo-ryang with eyes still wide in shock. 'I must have been mistaken.' That must be it.

No, it should be.

"Get up, you fool. You didn't even use your internal energy, so what are you whining about?" Cheong-myeong glared at Sun Woo-ryang with fiery eyes.

Although the Jongnam side was frantically criticizing him, such nonsense didn't even reach Cheong-myeong's ears.

Once you step onto the martial arts stage, it's a fight from that moment on.

What kind of manners are you talking about? They seemed like the type to shake hands and have a drink before starting a fight.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

At that moment, Sun Woo-ryang staggered and began to rise.

Although he had been hit hard, since it was a punch without internal energy, it wouldn't have knocked him out completely.

What if he had used his internal energy? He would have died! Don't even ask.

Cheong-myeong watched as Sun Woo-ryang got up and tapped his shoulder with the wooden sword.

"Hurry up and get up. I don't have time... Are you okay?" Cheong-myeong's voice, tinged with irritation, quickly softened.

"Ugh..."

Gush, gush, gush.

Blood poured from Sun Woo-ryang's nose like a waterfall as he rose to his feet.

The blood flowed so much that it soaked his front and pooled on the ground.

Even Cheong-myeong flinched at the sight.

Sun Woo-ryang wobbled as he stood up, gasping for breath before finally managing to speak.

"I... I can still fight..."

"You're going to die!" No, he's really going to die? Is it normal for someone to bleed that much from a broken nose? I should have known after hitting someone's face with a punch without internal energy.

Sun Woo-ryang, trembling with fear, held his nose with both hands.

"The blood... it won't stop..."

"You're going to die! You fool!" You're really going to die! No, I'm not someone who hesitates to kill, but not like this! In this life, my first murder would be from a knockout punch during a martial arts match leading to excessive bleeding.

What kind of nonsense is this! Cheong-myeong, looking slightly pale, turned to Unam and said, "Shouldn't we at least get him treated?" It looks like someone is going to die at the volcano.

""Uh, well, the regulations are, um...

"Unam seemed flustered by the unexpected situation and couldn't finish his sentence. There were no regulations about whether treatment could be given and then returning. It seemed they needed to get consent from both sides, but this wasn't a situation where they could leisurely ask for consent.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, Sun Woo-ryang tore a piece of his clothing and began to stuff it into his nose.

Oh? Smart move?

Although the fabric quickly became stained with blood, it seemed he managed to stop the bleeding by stuffing it in. Having controlled the bleeding, Sun Woo-ryang raised the wooden sword and aimed it at Cheong-myeong. Oh, does he intend to continue?

It seems the Jongnam kids are tough and don't give up easily.

Hmph.

Though they belong to different sects, it's admirable..."

You coward!

""...

Huh?

"Cheong-myeong tilted his head slightly."

How shameful... cough!

How shameful! Cough! Cough!

How could you do such a thing without knowing!

"Just do one thing, you fool. If you're going to get angry, get angry. If you're going to be in pain, be in pain."

I'll tear you apart and feed you to the dogs!

"Cheong-myeong narrowed his eyes. For now, let's cancel that compliment."

No, do the Jongnam kids learn to curse first? They all seem to lack understanding of propriety.

"- Is that something you should be saying? Ah, come on! Speak up when you can! I'm here to uphold the honor of the volcano, you know? Cheong-myeong gripped the wooden sword tightly and nodded his head."

I was slightly sorry, but that's all gone now.

Just stop talking...

""Even if you bow your head now, it's already too late!

You bastard!

I'll smash you to the point where even your parents won't recognize you!

""Ah, keep talking.

It's fine now.

"My sense of guilt had completely vanished. Cheong-myeong also raised his wooden sword and aimed it at Sun Woo-ryang."

Come at me.

""You bastard!

""Watch.

I'll show you what it means to not even graze me.

""Okay, right now!

"It was then!"

Sun Woo-ryang!

"A sharp voice erupted from behind Sun Woo-ryang. Reflexively turning his head, he flinched at the sight of Jin Geum-ryong's stiff face."

Don't get too excited.

Don't underestimate your opponent.

"Sun Woo-ryang realized he had gotten too excited, thinking he was the only one who had been humiliated while the great disciples had all subdued their opponents without taking a single hit. He had grown up hearing that those who get too excited cannot display their true abilities, yet he had forgotten that fact in the heat of the moment.

Sun Woo-ryang took a deep breath to calm himself. Although he felt uncomfortable since he couldn't breathe through his nose, he soon regained his composure. Regaining his breath, he glared at Cheong-myeong with cold eyes, different from before, and declared,"Your martial arts are quite impressive!

""…Yes.

I did say that.

"Let's just say that. I don't know what I did, but if you say so, then it must be true. I will show you that if we fight properly, the disciples of the volcano can never be a match for Jongnam. Especially you should be prepared. Don't expect any mercy from me."

"Of course. Is there any doubt? If you're done, come at me. I'll show you what it means to not even graze me."

"You won't even graze me!" "You've already taken a hit, haven't you?" Doesn't your nose hurt? "I'll kill you! You bastard! Taah!" Sun Woo-ryang charged at Cheong-myeong, swinging the wooden sword.

Having regained his composure, the tip of the sword emitted a sharp energy.

It was not undeserved that he was considered the strongest among the three great disciples of Jongnam.

No matter who from the volcano came out, it wouldn't be easy to face Sun Woo-ryang.

Even if it were a second-rate disciple, it would still be challenging.

However, it was a pity for Sun Woo-ryang that his opponent was none other than the calamity of the volcano, Cheong-myeong.

"No!" Cheong-myeong pulled the wooden sword back.

And then, he charged straight at the oncoming Sun Woo-ryang.

"Huh?" The sword that had been pulled back was swung at lightning speed, striking Sun Woo-ryang's head.

Wham! There was no time to dodge.

How could one avoid a sword that was invisible to the eye? Sun Woo-ryang's mouth opened wide, and his eyes rolled back. 'He's dead.' 'Ah, with that, he's dead.' 'He should die to maintain some sense of propriety.' Sun Woo-ryang's body crumpled to the ground.

But Cheong-myeong had no intention of stopping there.

"Now!" Wham! Just before he fell, one more hit.

"You brats!" Wham! Another hit! "No manners! No manners!" Cheong-myeong's wooden sword struck down on Sun Woo-ryang's body as he lay on the ground.

"In my time, it wasn't like this!" If Cheong-myeong had heard it from the heavens, he would have thrown down the celestial staff he was holding and spat out those words.

But unfortunately, the celestial realm cannot interfere with the mortal world.

"Damn it!" Bam! Finally, Cheong-myeong kicked up Sun Woo-ryang's legs and spun around.

Sun Woo-ryang, who had soared three feet into the air, fell to the ground.

Boom! Cheong-myeong clicked his tongue.

"If you hadn't cursed, I would have gone easy on you. Anyway, these kids these days. Tsk!" Hearing words that had not an ounce of conscience, all three great disciples vowed to themselves that no matter what happened, they would never curse at that guy.

"Ah, right."

Cheong-myeong turned back and approached the convulsing Sun Woo-ryang, who was sprawled on the ground.

Then he reached out and pulled out the piece of clothing that was blocking his nose.

The blood that had been blocked began to flow freely again.

"How about it? You didn't even graze me, did you?" The method might be a bit different, but still.

Cheong-myeong turned his head to look at the Jongnam side.

Sa Ma-seung, Jin Geum-ryong, and the other disciples of Jongnam all stood there, mouths agape, unable to close them.

They could only stare at Cheong-myeong with a mix of shock and confusion.

"What a surprise."

If you're already surprised before it even begins, what's the point? Cheong-myeong glanced at them and returned to his side.

As he looked at his back, Sa Ma-seung muttered to himself without realizing it.

"What on earth is going on...?" But no one here knew that this was just the beginning.

Except for one, Cheong-myeong.