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[Murim Tournament (5)-Declaration of War]
Finally The Murim competition hosted by the Murim Alliance has begun.
The great man muttered as he looked around the city, which was heating up with the heat radiating from so many people.
“It looks like some kind of festival.”
Masters who gathered at the opening to make a name for themselves, many martial artists who came to see them, ordinary people who came to watch the martial arts competition itself, and even merchants who came to get a share.
The city was excited as if a big festival had been held due to the heat and energy radiating from the large crowd.
In reality, the martial arts competition was no different from a festival regularly hosted by the martial arts league.
On Earth, it’s a large-scale festival like the World Cup or the Olympics.
‘The atmosphere is a little different this time due to the tense relationship with the Demonic Cult.’
“Brother! Brother! “Look over there!”
Namgoonghyeon pulled Daein’s arm and pointed in one direction. There, Charyeoksa was swinging a lit baton back and forth.
Charyeoksa filled his mouth with alcohol and then exhaled it with all his might towards the tip of the lit bong. Then, the flame attached to the end of the stick expanded tens of times as if it were exploding.
Grumble!
“Wow!”
Onlookers clapped and laughed. The young children cried in their mother’s arms, saying they were scared, and the warriors passing by laughed.
“I’ve never seen anything like that before!”
Namgung-hyeon was as happy as a child visiting an amusement park for the first time.
The great man chuckled. This was because someone’s face came to mind when I saw the Charyeoksa Temple spewing fire.
“I hope the little one is doing well….”
He will probably be doing well.
Even though I don’t listen to harsh words, I have a quite friendly personality, so I’m sure I’ve made quite a few friends at school by now.
“yes? “Who is the little boy?”
“there is. “When I go to a place with a lot of people like this, they are so captivated by the delicious smell that they beg me to buy everything…”
Just then, a stall selling sweets caught my eye. The great man went to the old woman who owned the stall and asked.
“grandma. How much is this per piece?”
After a while, the great man received a large basket filled with sweets. I handed it to Namgung-hyeon as is.
“receive.”
Namgoonghyun, who took the basket, opened his eyes wide.
“Did you buy this for me to eat?”
The girl’s cheeks flushed a little. But the great man, as if wondering what he was talking about, picked up a sugar fruit from the basket and put it in his mouth.
“No, hold it. “If you want to eat, you can eat too.”
“Yes…”
Daein had Namgunghyeon hold the sugar basket and ate it one by one. Namgoonghyeon walked next to him and smiled brightly.
The two were on their way to the Murim Alliance headquarters to participate in the Yongbongbimu dance.
The great man walked leisurely without having to rush his steps.
There were a lot of people on the streets and a lot to see. Unlike the other contestants who headed to the Murim Alliance early in the morning to get a closer look at the competition, the two looked like they were really out to have fun.
“Ahaha! Look at that!”
“Brother! “Can I try this too?”
“It’s pretty…”
Namgoonghyeon stopped every five minutes and looked at the street.
Amazing sights, delicious food, and pretty accessories caught the girl’s attention with every step.
This was Namgoong Hyun’s first experience in his life.
I could comfortably walk down the street without being noticed or forced to pretend to be a man.
Namgoonghyun, who had been sitting on the floor and petting the dog for a while, raised his head and looked at Daein.
“…Brother. What should I do? “I’m so happy now.”
There were slightly tears in the corners of Namgoonghyeon’s eyes. The great man’s expression hardened when he saw that.
This is why I hate Shinpa.
“…don’t cry. “If I cry, they leave me alone?”
At his clumsy threat, Namgoong Hyun laughed and wiped away his tears. The girl got up from her seat and crossed her arms around the man.
“yes. “I won’t cry.”
“…….”
As the two people crossed the city and got closer to the Murim Alliance, the ratio of martial people compared to ordinary people gradually increased.
Numerous eyes were focused on the two people. Most of the gaze was directed at Namgoonghyeon.
‘Huh. ‘Who is that Soger?’
‘Was there a beauty like that among the contestants?’
‘She’s still a beauty, but she’ll become even more beautiful in the future…’
As the symptoms of transylvania gradually improved, Namgoong-hyeon’s complexion improved day by day.
As my body became healthier, my natural beauty gradually improved.
Most of the men gave her dumb looks, and soon they sent jealous looks to Daein, who was making a nervous expression next to him.
‘Who is the awkward-looking guy next to me?
‘I saw you a while ago. Is his nickname ‘Kiohyeobgeom’?
‘Children’s sword? It’s an old-fashioned nickname that could have been used 100 years ago.’
‘I heard he’s the older brother of the beautiful Soger next to me.’
‘Do you mean they are real siblings? Oh my! Then you’re not my brother.’
The great man clicked his tongue as he looked at the men whispering from afar. Those things are also unmanned.
“Ugh. Pathetic males.”
“What’s wrong, brother?”
Daein said as he unwrapped Namgoonghyeon’s arms.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know when you hear everything.”
“lol.”
Namgoonghyun smiled and slightly stuck out his tongue. Seeing that sight, many men held their hearts.
It was then. One of Meng’s warriors came out and shouted with all his might.
“For those who have invitations and are participating in Yongbongbimu, please take your seats quickly! “The real event will begin soon!”
The warriors remaining outside the Murim Alliance hurriedly walked away. Daein and Namgunghyeon also joined the ranks.
“Let’s go in too.”
The two soon entered the Murim Alliance.
Two old men were watching this scene from the roof of a building on the other side.
They were old man Manbak and old man Jin.
“Cluck. Delicate things. “We were very happy among ourselves, leaving the old people behind.”
“They are a really good pair.”
Old Man Jin looked in the direction where the two people disappeared with a satisfied gaze.
On the one hand, he is a disciple of the Emperor of Swords.
The other is a descendant of Geomwang.
‘What else is this but a fate given by heaven?’
It was like drinking kimchi soup without even thinking about the person who would give it rice cake.
‘If Hyeon-i is a little more energetic, hurry up…’
Manbak Nogee clicked his tongue as he looked at old man Jin.
“Tsk tsk. Jin-ga, you bastard. “Don’t think about unnecessary things and get ready quickly.”
“…yes. “Elderly.”
The two old men were dressed in black and wore black masks.
“Cluck. “I’m doing all these things because of the disciple I took in in my later years.”
The masked old man looked in the direction where the great man had disappeared and laughed.
“Hey. Make as much noise as possible. “Then, wouldn’t we be able to move more comfortably?”
The two old men had no intention of watching the preliminaries.
While everyone’s attention was focused on the martial arts competition, they had other things to do.
***
“Then, I have something to say from the Lord.”
When the Murim Lord Ya Yul-gi got up from his seat, it seemed as if Taishan was moving on its own.
Gwonwang Yayulgi.
As one of the top ten masters, he was a powerful warrior who is most often mentioned in his position along with Namgung Jeong-cheon, the head of the Namgung family.
Yayulgi was enormous in size. He was two heads taller than an average person, his torso was as thick as a log, and his fists were as big as an average person’s head.
Most of the political faction members who first encountered Yayulgi had similar thoughts.
‘If it weren’t for that person, we would have been in big trouble.’
Yayulgi turned his back and looked around at the large crowd gathered in one place.
The old faction and the five generations of warriors, the small and medium-sized faction and the three generations of martial artists, influential people from each region, large merchants and nobles.
Everyone was waiting for the Murim Lord himself to open his mouth.
‘Good.’
Yayulgi was a man with great ambition. There was a desire to leave one’s name in history.
He slowly opened his mouth, enjoying his power.
“A few days ago, a huge beacon fire rose in Xinjiang, the stronghold of the Demonic Cult.”
Murmur.
It was a story that had already been rumored here and there, but when it came out of the Murim Lord’s mouth, it had a different impact.
Ya Yulgi spoke in a deliberately belligerent tone.
“It’s already been three years since the Demonic Cult slowly crawled out of Xinjiang and provoked us. We have endured a lot so far. But it looks like they are determined to start a war.”
Anger slowly crept into Yayulgi’s voice. After a moment it became a fierce cry.
“Just yesterday! “Dozens of Meng warriors guarding Xinjiang have been found dead!”
The Murim Lord’s anger quickly spread to other Murim people.
“That can’t be possible!”
“It’s the devil’s doing!”
“Lord! “You must pay me back immediately!”
The atmosphere, which had been like a festival until now, suddenly became lively. It was the atmosphere the Murim Lord wanted.
“Be quiet!”
-Quaaaang!
When Yayulgi stamped his foot loudly, the warriors who were chattering suddenly fell silent.
“I can’t forgive the demons either. Kangho’s righteous fellow disciples! “Will you help us make them pay the price of blood?”
At that time, someone shouted, “Pay the devils with blood!”
“Pay the devils with blood!”
“Pay the devils with blood!”
Some people raised their military flags above their heads and shouted along, and soon hundreds or thousands of soldiers were shouting together.
““The price of blood!!””
Yayulgi looked at the martial arts people who were thirsting for the blood of the demon cultists with a satisfied expression.
‘There has been too long a period of peace in Moorim.’
They were unmanned. A being that endlessly pursues strength and fights at the risk of its life to prove it. In the process, the weak are eliminated and the stronger are born.
However, there has been no major fighting for the past 100 years.
‘After the Geomwang, the supreme leader of the martial arts world is still the world’s third best, and people are making meaningless lines under him.’
Yayulgi had no intention of remaining a teenage master forever.
He wanted to become just one person who achieved an achievement that will go down in history, not one out of ten.
‘I, Yayulgi, will subdue the Demon Cult and break the neck of the Heavenly Demon.’
The political war is certain anyway.
This was just an opportunity to make it public and strengthen the unity of the martial arts faction.
“I heard your opinion carefully. Immediately today, I will write an ultimatum to the demon cultists and send it to them. If they still don’t heed our warning…”
Kwakwakwakwa!
Yayulgi increased his strength. His coat of arms was fluttering like crazy, and the place he was standing on the floor was completely cracked.
The Murim Lord’s lion’s hooves rang loudly.
“All that’s left is war!!”
Oooooh!
The martial arts people who attended the event could not control their excited emotions.
The Murim Lord has declared war on the Demon Cult!
The first war in 100 years would inevitably give birth to a new hero, and there was no way that hero could not be himself.
‘I…’
‘I am…!’
‘If I cut off the Heavenly Demon’s head!’
Yayulgi was not alone in his ambition.
The masters of the old world, the masters of the five great families, and the powerful who are not satisfied with their reputation as masters of the hundred.
And even the numerous late indexes who came to participate in the Yongbongbimu.
The anticipation of the coming war made the bodies of the martial arts people excited.
Except for one person, of course.
“It’s not even the principal’s lecture, there are so many words.”
The great man sat in a corner and shook his head.
I can’t believe you’re going crazy over the news that there’s going to be a war soon. They must have been crazy.
‘I shouldn’t have anything to do with things like that.’
Daein could not or did not want to understand the psychology of the martial arts people who risked their lives to gain fame.
“So when does the dance competition start?”
Yayulgi declared to the audience as if he had heard those words.
“Then, let’s start the Yongbongbimu dance now!”
The biggest event of the Moorim Competition has begun.
[Murim Competition (5)-Declaration of War] End
ⓒ Ganjjajang
