Became the Blind Male Lead in a Reversed World - Became the Blind Male Lead in a Reversed World chapter 12

12 – Episode 12 Mysterious Martial Arts Gathering (2)

1.

One month until the martial arts competition. The name of this year’s competition has finally been revealed.

The Mysterious Martial Arts Gathering.

It was called the Mysterious Martial Arts Gathering because it sought to identify the surviving sacred individuals among the current generation known as the worst generation to the gold and limitless beings.

When I heard the name, I thought of a game setting.

Various martial arts competitions are held every year, but competitions where the Wulin Alliance provides exceptional rewards and support happen only once every five years.

It feels like the modern-day World Cup.

Under normal circumstances, if Yan Ha were at the late stage of the third rank, she could aim for victory with favorable matchups. But she is a case of being born into the wrong generation.

“Yan Ha, are you really okay?”

“Yeah… I’m not okay… Hold me tighter.”

“You always act like this when you wake up from sleep.”

To take care of Yan Ha, we stayed in this city for about two weeks.

Yan Ha cuddled up to my abdomen like a cat and rubbed her face against it.

“hehehe, it tickles.”

“Sigh…”

As if relieved, Yan Ha adjusted her tone and moved away from me.

“Thank you. I’m fine now.”

After we kissed, Yan Ha had a favor to ask of me. She wanted me to indulge her for about 30 minutes a day.

Whenever Yan Ha wakes up and I polish her bandages anew, she clings to me and tells me all sorts of stories.

“Thanks to you, my body is much better. I can resume training.”

“Take it easy. There might still be areas that haven’t healed yet.”

ㅡKnock knock. As we were having our conversation, someone knocked on the door.

“Here I am, in this wretched room…hmm.”

Before Fang Yahwa could reply, she opened the door and said, as if displeased.

“Fang Yahwa, your persistence is truly tiresome.”

“Miss Yahwa, do you live here?”

“No…I heard that a master was coming here, so I came to ask for his teachings…but it looks like there’s a lone wolf here.”

“A master…?”

“Master Cheong Hongchu…a hermit who can change the mountain’s terrain with just one punch…hmm.”

Changing the terrain of a mountain? That’s beyond the realm of martial arts, isn’t it?

“Well…if he knew that Lone Wolf was here, it would cause quite a commotion…hmm.”

“Why…?”

The young man answered with a sigh.

“Master Cheong aims to defeat Lone Wolf, in other words, Jang Myung Soon. She might even fight him if they meet in this city.”

If the fight between the Triple Masters and those who surpassed them were to unfold in this city, then the city might disappear from the map that day.

Of course, they wouldn’t fight recklessly, but I was reminded once again of how strong my grandmother was.

At that moment, I felt my grandmother’s presence. Kkudeuk. Kkudeudeuk. It seemed like she entered by reducing her body after dislocating her bones.

After all, she couldn’t pass through an ordinary inn’s door with a body size of over three meters.

“We’re leaving today. Have your injuries fully healed?”

“Thank you for waiting.”

While grumbling, my grandmother still took care of the young man subtly. She was a kind person no matter what.

“Then let’s go, Jaei.”

The young man trembled. Suddenly I wondered why, and when I concentrated on my senses, it seemed like he was fighting Fang Yahwa.

As I listened carefully, they were muttering to each other while fighting.

―I won’t be able to see you again for four years.

―Mm…I want to see you more. You and Eunho. Mm.

My grandmother sighed and said, “One wife is enough.”

“What about your disciple?”

“Don’t you have a teacher? I hate women who act like dishcloths even when they have multiple teachers. Besides, our grandchild knows secrets that we haven’t even revealed.”

“Tsk… Namgoong Yeon has been the one teaching me…hm.”

“Yes?”

“Chi-i? Has this thorn gone mad?”

“Heeik…”

Unexpected words passed by in the middle…

It happened two weeks and three days ago. After the kiss, Nam Gung-yeon-ha went to find Jang Myeong-soon.

…

…

…

“What’s wrong?”

“…I want to become stronger.”

“…So, you came to find me.”

Nam Gung-yeon-ha lowered her head and spoke.

“Last time, didn’t we argue about planting seeds and such? But after just one kiss, you’ve grown into a giant.”

“…Do you feel too light?”

Surprisingly, Jang Myeong-soon chuckled and replied.

“When it comes to things that excite women the most: men, alcohol, and meat. I’m not talking about that.”

Jang Myeong-soon pointed to Nam Gung-yeon-ha with her large index finger.

“I’m not saying Eunho is my grandchild. I am simply perplexed by real contact. I don’t think the significance of a kiss is that great.”

Jang Myeong-soon said.

Not about Eunho choosing her. It was about whether Eunho could devote everything she learned from herself and her heart to him.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to teach him.

Her skills were once techniques developed to teach boys as well. However, the past martial arts community opposed it.

If revealing these techniques could harm Eunho, there would be absolutely no benefit in teaching them.

But Nam Gung-yeon-ha’s mind was much stronger than what Jang Myeong-soon had imagined.

It was not the gaze of someone who had only known the man for a month.

“Do not overlap with the person dear to me. You will get hurt.”

However, Yeon-ha denied it.

“My dear person is Eunho.”

The two exchanged glances for a moment. Jang Myeong-soon spoke first.

“It’s only until the World Martial Arts Competition. I won’t teach you anything special. Just follow half of my morning exercise routine.”

…

“Oh… Why… why are you like this?”

“It’s commendable.”

Pat, pat. Grandma stroked his head and had a fit.

“Eun-ho, don’t you dare touch a woman carelessly!”

“I… um.”

Although she was a flirt who ran towards Eun-ho asking to be touched, she collapsed after getting hit by Jang Myeong-soon’s fist.

2.

“I want to go too… um.”

“Hmm…”

“Eun-ho, don’t even think about it. You have no choice.”

As Eun-ho contemplated, Pang Ya-hwa stepped back first.

“Alright. I don’t want to become a pathetic woman… um.”

Instead, she wrapped herself around Eun-ho’s arm like a snake and hugged tightly.

“….Huh?”

“You can even make cute sounds… um. I like these things too.”

Pang Ya-hwa stepped back, satisfied.

“Someday, come visit the Pung-ga. I will treat you as an honored guest… um.”

“I hope you take care too, Ms. Pang Ya-hwa.”

“Will there be a day for us to meet?… um.”

“The Martial Arts Sacred Grounds Gathering. It’s not too far away.”

“Are you going to participate?… Umm… Although I don’t want to meet you as an enemy… um.”

“Oh. I’m not skilled in martial arts, so I won’t participate.”

Pang Ya-hwa finally remembered and asked.

“My internal energy is at the late stage of the 4th level… um… but my external energy is a vague 1st level… How come I can’t progress?”

“It’s a technique to suppress the circulation of internal energy to prevent progress. Only blocking the parts that lead to regression while maintaining proper control of internal energy. However, if you do that, your body will decay from relying solely on internal energy for a long time.”

“It’s better to cultivate external energy… um.”

Yeon-hwa, who had been listening quietly, was surprised. She had never heard of a technique that suppresses the progression of internal energy.

“Okay. See you next time!”

“Well… I will miss you.”

Eunho left with a smile in his eyes.

That holy-like laughter, no matter when…

“hehehe… hmm.”

It was adorable. Paeng Yahwa couldn’t help but break her expressionless face and smiled secretly as the three of them moved away.

3.

If you go endlessly to the east, there are still places untouched by the realm of Wulinmang.

The heavens are vast, and there are still many unknown individuals without martial arts skills.

There are also many nations.

And where there are many nations… wars inevitably happen.

“aaahhhhh!!!!!”

Women in the village wearing armor crazily thrust their spears at each other. It was a cry for survival, an attack devoid of any martial arts, just primal instinct.

The horrors of war. It was no different from a world turned upside down.

On a massive mountain range comparable to Mount Taebaek, a woman looked down below while drinking alcohol.

“Are you satisfied?”

“What are you talking about?”

“We abandoned them. You mean to tell me that you don’t want to go with us to wage such a small-scale war here? Ryu Cheon-hee.”

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“……….”

The harbingers of war. Wherever they go, war always breaks out.

It wasn’t a special ability. More accurately, it was about finding places where war would happen.

Because from wars, they felt a sense of stability and regained their strength.

A fellow harbinger looked down at the scene below and spoke.

“……….”

“You’ve become quiet lately, haven’t you? Seems like whenever you open your mouth, you curse.”

“Shut up.”

If I were to say to the harbinger next to me… If I were to say that I no longer want to see war and that I’m going to part ways with you guys, what kind of response would I receive?

I take a puff of the tobacco and observe the people below.

The mixed-race men are terrified, while those who aren’t suffer death.

Women fight to protect their territories, putting their lives on the line.

That scream, when did it become a curse? When did it start?

Because it was an act that shattered the foundation of Yacha, it must have been a clear insult.

“Huh? Wh… where! It’s just starting to burn now!”

Yacha, known as Ryu Cheon-hee, swayed her black hair and flashed her red irises as she swung her sword.

—!!!!!!!

A strange sound rang out. It sounded like glass breaking, and also like the sound of droplets falling.

With that single strike.

The giant mountain and battlefield where Yachas were resting suddenly transformed into a flat plain as far as the horizon.

Along with the sound of dripping water, everyone died.

-Thunk…

The space torn apart by the blow unleashed by one who had reached the realm beyond human slowly healed.

“Hey, you crazy woman!”

“Why did you do that?”

The battle stained with blood. Ryu Cheon-hee, who overturned that meaningless fight in one fell swoop, said,

“Rest.”

Those who were not Yachas wouldn’t understand. Their small nation had already been destroyed by the blood worshipers located on the edge of the continent.

Blood Worship. The gathering place for foolish mortals craving bloodshed.

Like those insects called Yachas. Just as even insects have different levels, it’s similar to a single long-lived hornet destroying a beehive.

The Blood Demons were sweeping through this nation of the era.

It was not an area that a mere sect leader could handle.

When those who risked their lives returned to a country that had already given up on humanity, the despair they would face would be indescribable.

So, rest.

“By the way, I heard recently that Moyongse-ga, who ruled the irrational martial world, was destroyed by the Ma Sect.”

“That happened 12 years ago.”

“They say that the bloodline is still alive there.”

“………”

“Weren’t you searching for that dog, Ryu Cheon-hee?”

“Thank you.”

“Well…? Why are you…”

In a space tinged with fading wounds, sonic booms resounded like scattered salt, soaring through the air, heralding the war’s arrival.

Her name was Ryu Cheon-hee, the Annihilating Chariot.

In an instant, she vanished, leaving behind a flattened ground devoid of any traces.

Only the chaotic aftermath and shattered terrain remained from the shockwaves that soared away.

Other chariots could only gaze in astonishment at her receding figure.