Beastly and Fearlessly - Chapter 64
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Episode 64
No one could have predicted this outcome.
I’m a pretty big guy, so I guess I had some expectations, but still, the result was so one-sided.
“What, what the heck is this… … .”
Mo Yong-ah muttered with her mouth wide open.
Jegal So-hye, standing next to him, didn’t say anything, but her expression was excited.
As the thick dust cleared, the majestic appearance of Pengza Lake was revealed.
His face was on the ground and his legs were pointing towards the sky.
The loser of Habuk, Pengga’s Sogaju, was thrown away without even being able to exert any strength.
Instead of cheers, silence fell.
Slurp. Slurp.
The Buyeongdae members who came with Peng Ja-ho each drew their swords and blocked Peng Ja-ho’s path.
Behind me, Nok Seung-seo was already placing his hand on his half-drawn sword.
The tofu that had been left to him for a while was also baring its fangs and growling.
As always, my strong supporters.
Of course, Umochi’s appearance was not visible.
This place, which had been filled with sweltering heat just a moment ago, was now filled with a sense of life.
A situation where they are facing each other with swords drawn in a simple test of strength.
“Ugh. What is this? What’s going on?”
Peng Zhao muttered, shaking his head from side to side as if he had finally come to his senses.
“You lose. Get out with those guys with knives over there.”
“Me, me lost? Me, Peng Zhao?”
From now on, I won’t be able to hit the heads of guys who look stupid.
You’ve gotten more stupid.
A moment of tension.
Jegal So-hye stepped forward.
“This is a fair fight in front of everyone. So, Pangga’s warriors, put away your swords. It’s over.”
No matter how strong the Peng family’s influence is, the Zhuge family still belongs to the Five Great Families.
The Pengga warriors put away their swords and stepped back hesitantly.
Peng Zhao, who was standing up with support, glared at me and opened his mouth.
“You! I’ll definitely see you again on the stage. I’ll smash you to pieces, so don’t run away.”
“If you keep your promise.”
“What promise?”
“Have you already forgotten the promise you made to wear a bear skin in the Murim Alliance if you lose the showdown of strength? Are you stupid or shameless?”
He walked slowly towards the guest house between the Pangga soldiers who were trying to stop him from rushing in.
Nok Seung-seo followed me, his hand still on the hilt of his sword.
* * *
“Did you see that earlier? How could you throw that huge thing into the ground? And with just one hand… .”
Mo Yong-ah was talking with an excited expression.
We’ve been talking about Damyeong all along.
“Oh, such incredible power. In fact, that furry Peng Zhao is also famous for being born with divine powers. Are all the warriors of the place called Beast Palace like that? Or is it just Dam Myeong? The person standing behind him is slender. Of course, they are both handsome.”
In front of her, who was chattering nonstop, Jegal So-hye was deep in thought, her brow furrowed.
Although it was a momentary incident, Peng Zihou saw it as an opportunity to show off his overwhelming strength.
So I was pulling up the history as much as I could.
This means that it was a battle of internal strife, not a contest of pure strength.
‘Where did I go wrong? My judgment must have been correct.’
It is a well-known fact that the warriors of the Beast Palace focus their training on external skills rather than internal skills.
Damyeong probably didn’t deviate much from that kind of training either.
On the other hand, Peng Ja-ho is a warrior who has not been lazy in building up his skills since birth.
After receiving the bee veil, you must have strengthened your danjeon with various elixirs.
But what a one-sided defeat.
“What about off-stage? Will his martial arts skills be as great as his immense strength?”
Mo Yong-ah asked.
“Hmm. That’s not it. A showdown of strength and a formal fight are different. Peng Zihou has overwhelming strength among the later ranks, excluding the Sogaju of the Baek family. Fighting can’t be done with strength alone.”
“Still, I’ll vote for Beast Palace. My sister’s prediction earlier was wrong, too. Haha.”
In fact, this was the reason why Zhuge Liang felt uneasy.
How can your judgment, based on clear information, be wrong?
‘Dam-myeong… … is a completely unpredictable man.’
As Jegal So-hye thought of the unpredictable man, Murong A-gyeong’s voice came to her ears.
“Sister Sohye, what are you thinking about right now?”
“Oh, no, this and that. But why?”
“It’s been a while since you’ve seen such a bright smile.”
* * *
A separate room on the third floor of Cheongwolru.
“This, this is ridiculous… … .”
Peng Zhao kicked the chair and shouted.
Boom!
He slammed his fist on the table, as if his anger still hadn’t subsided.
A wooden table that looked to be over three inches thick shattered into pieces and scattered in all directions.
“Uh-huh. Calm down for now. You were unlucky. Tsk tsk.”
Dang Wi-Myeong opened his mouth towards Peng Zi-Ho.
His tone seemed comforting, but there was a mocking smile on his lips.
‘You’re just an idiot who relies on your strength to install it. Tsk tsk. Anyway, the situation isn’t so bad. The rumor that an uncivilized savage has defeated Pangga will soon spread far and wide, so maybe a proper picture will emerge.’
Peng Ja-ho, who was loitering around the private room, could not hold back his anger and said.
“You strong savage. I’m going to cut his head off right here on stage.”
“Actually, I didn’t expect that guy to have that much divine power.”
To throw that giant, who no one among the later indexes can match in strength, into the ground.
And that too with one hand.
He’s not an easy guy to watch.
‘He’s a great guy. I have to admit it. But even so, it’s just a meaningless feat compared to the poison of the Tang family. Let’s just sit still. What kind of poison should I use and how should I use it… . . . ‘
While Dang Wi-myeong was lost in thought, Peng Ja-ho was searching through his arms with a puzzled expression.
“No. Where did it go? I was sure it was safely stored away in my arms.”
It looks like I lost something when I hit the ground earlier.
‘He’s all strength, but he’s an idiot. Oh, and he’s not that strong either? Hehe.’
* * *
The private room on the third floor of Cheonghwaru is where we will be staying for the next few days.
As soon as he returned from the back vacant lot, Nok Seung-seo took out a pouch from his bosom and threw it.
It’s heavy.
I opened it slightly and found quite a few shiny things inside.
“I picked it up. I was going to return it, but I don’t know what idiot dropped it.”
The front pocket had a tiger-shaped picture and the character ‘Peng’ clearly embroidered on it.
At this point, isn’t it just instinct rather than talent?
It doesn’t matter though, as long as you choose your opponents well.
“Hmm. It’s a common-looking pouch, so it’ll be hard to find an owner. If you use it for a good cause, the owner of the pouch will be satisfied.”
Nok Seung-seo nodded.
“But where were you, Umochi, just now? You were nowhere to be seen when the Pengga warriors were drawing their swords and confronting each other. Even Tofu was baring his fangs and growling.”
Nok Seung-seo asked.
“Ah, ah… … . Didn’t you see that I was preparing to spray poison behind you if necessary?”
“I saw you hiding behind the pillar.”
“Ah, poison originally has a process of hiding and preparation. Did you really think I would run away and leave you in danger? Hahaha. Haha.”
Umochi, who was smiling awkwardly, asked me as if trying to change the subject.
“But what kind of person are you? That guy named Peng Zhao just now is one of the best among the later leaders of the Jeongpa faction. You could just kill that guy in one blow… … .”
Umochi was mimicking a similar pose as if he had thrown the Pengzaho into the ground.
Of course, there was a happy smile on his lips.
“Where on earth does such strength come from?”
Nok Seung-seo answered on my behalf.
“Today is nothing. Weren’t you there when we killed the Sapa Hundred Great Master or something? If we draw out the power of the Red Dragon that we saw back then, Dam-myeong will become even stronger.”
“That sword that was turning red was the power of the Red Dragon?”
Umochi is more ridiculous than he looks.
“That’s right.”
Umochi’s expression hardened and after a while he opened his mouth.
“Haha. This guy Nokseungseo is really joking. If it’s the power of the Red Dragon, isn’t it the Beast King himself? If we keep going like this, we’ll end up talking about the Black, White, and Blue Dragons. I didn’t see this guy like that, so he’s bragging… … . Haha. Hahaha… … .”
He looked at me with a big smile, and then his laughter died down at my calm expression.
“Haha… … Haa. Seriously? The Red Dragon’s power isn’t enough, so you’re going to draw out the power of the other dragons as well?”
This time I answered.
“maybe.”
“Ah, no, the world would turn upside down if there was just one dragon, but why four dragons… … .”
If someone heard me, they’d think I was raising four dragons, each with a different color.
“So, when I get the chance, I plan to create a connection with the North Sea Ice Palace. The power of the black dragon, which represents the north, is probably in the North Sea Ice Palace.”
“Ah! The North Sea Ice Palace… … .”
Umochi’s gaze suddenly turned far to the north and muttered.
“The Umochi of Dokgok is definitely going all the way to the Bukhae Ice Palace… … .”
Initially, his guidance only went to the Murim Alliance.
If you insist on following me, I won’t stop you.
* * *
The next morning.
I visited Cheongwolru at the Murim Alliance gathering hall.
“Everything is ready, so we will move to the mansion. The banquet is ready tonight, and the martial arts competition I mentioned will start tomorrow.”
Umochi muttered in an excited voice.
“Oh. I’m looking forward to it.”
“A martial arts competition?”
“Haha. It’s a banquet. Why are you looking forward to that martial arts competition? What’s there to see when men fight each other with swords? You’re going to win anyway, aren’t you?”
And he added in a small voice.
“… … because of the power of the dragon.”
Umochi, I need to start by getting this guy to discipline himself.
Since we don’t know who the enemy is yet, it’s right to hide the Red Dragon’s power.
Unless absolutely necessary.
The problem is Baek Mu-gyeom, the head of Baek Family.
What level of skill is this?
I guess I’ll have to give it a try at least once.
“Have you finished packing? Where’s the tofu?”
Before I knew it, Murong Ah-kyung was standing next to me without making a sound.
Such a secretive move.
The only granddaughter who is loved by the leader of the martial arts world is born with the talent of assassination.
“As for luggage, all I have is a few sets of clothes and a knife. And tofu… … .”
At the sound of his name being called, the tofu in his arms popped its head out and ran towards Murong Ah-kyung.
“Gyaaaah. Tofu! I missed you. Have you eaten?”
She welcomed the tofu with both arms and hugged it.
I didn’t bother to mention the story of how I came back early yesterday morning with a lot of red boar blood on my lips.
Tofu, who did not easily approach others, was rubbing his fur on Murong A-kyung’s hand.
Even a dumb animal can immediately sense someone who cares for it.
She had been stroking the tofu for a while and then whispered to me in a small voice.
“Be careful of the Sacheondangga’s Dangwimyeong. It seems like they’re up to something.”
“Thanks for letting me know.”
The sea as expected.
“And yesterday, I went to the temple for a short while, and my grandfather kept asking me who Dammyeong was.”
“What did you say?”
“I told you exactly what happened. I told you he was tall and handsome.”
I don’t think you asked what it looked like.
Anyway, this little, naive girl is on my side.
People immediately notice when someone cares about them.
* * *
The Murim Alliance.
“Wow. This is completely different from what I saw from outside. Just look at that huge pavilion.”
Umochi is currently touring.
“The Beast Palace is no joke either.”
Ahead, we heard the guide’s voice cracking.
That guy probably thinks we live in a cave.
After entering the Murim Alliance and being guided to their quarters, the reactions of the Murim Alliance warriors were all the same.
“Oh. Are they the savages from the South? They are said to be incredibly strong?”
“Hehe. Since you’re not very smart, shouldn’t you at least be strong?”
“That’s true. I heard they live in caves and eat raw meat.”
“Shh. Be quiet. What if they suddenly attack us? Hehe.”
That kind of reaction isn’t surprising.
In their minds, that’s what a Namman is, and that’s what a warrior of the Beast Palace is.
I was like that in my previous life too.
A savage wearing fur and swinging a huge axe.
A primitive people who skin animals alive and eat their raw meat.
Nok Seung-seo frowned at the harsh words he heard here and there.
“Songgol, don’t worry about it. After the Yongbongjihoe ends, everyone will look at us differently.”
There is no need to explain to them what kind of place Namman is.
Namman is a place where the logic of power rules.
A place where the strong are recognized.
And the same goes for the Central Plains.
If so, I should show you.
The overwhelming strength of the Beast Palace Warrior… … .