"By the way, if you had killed the King of Eunpyeong, you wouldn't have found this inn," the King of Eunpyeong looked at me.
"That's right."
I turned my gaze to King Geumsan.
"The Lord of Haomun in the west and King Geumsan in the east have overestimated themselves. They say I have a lot of money, but my personal wealth amounts to just one inn. If you can stake everything you have against me in a martial contest, then I will acknowledge you. How about it?" Naturally, King Geumsan did not respond.
"Can't do it? Then it seems we must naturally establish the Eastern Alliance."
King Geumsan looked around at the masters he had invited, as if seeking help.
Everyone remained silent.
A faint sigh escaped my lips.
"You can't end up like a bald man. In fact, haven't you had enough time to avoid me until now?" "……."
Everyone stared at me.
"I arrived here very slowly. I set out from the west, you see. I have never come quickly. I rolled, flew here and there, fell from cliffs, crawled back up, and barely made it here after overcoming many near-death experiences. If you had ever regretted or reflected on pushing money into the life-and-death society, you wouldn't have met me. You encountered me while trying to protect your wealth by any means necessary. Now it's too late. Though I arrived slowly, I have already become a steel turtle."
Having sorted my thoughts while speaking, I said to King Geumsan, "You will first forfeit your internal energy and martial arts. You have insulted me by cleverly interpreting my past actions. If you refuse, then stake everything in a martial contest like a true martial artist."
King Geumsan spoke in a hurried tone, "I request a proxy martial contest for ten thousand nyang. Regardless of victory or defeat, I will pay the money. Is that not enough?" The first person from Fukken scoffed.
"You do it, you madman."
Suddenly, Dongrim Ah opened her mouth.
