Surviving as a Cripple in Murim - Surviving as a Cripple in Murim chapter 91

91 – The sum of the tails and heads of the dice is seven (14)

Since further conversation was unnecessary, he left the room without regret.

The rest is just shown in action.

“Hey, wait a minute!”

… And Wol-hwa chased after Man-chun and hurried out of the hospital room.

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“… ….”

Without saying anything, he turned around and looked at the girl as white as snow.

It didn’t start well.

… However, in Jeseok-hyeon, they joined forces to fight the Demonic Cult, and each saved each other’s lives.

As we talked during the journey to Murimmaeng.

As Soso said, she was a more innocent child than I thought, and her hobbies matched quite well, so we became close.

It’s just the beginning. Anyway, I think of them as friends now.

… And I just declared that I would smash your brother in front of Wolhwa.

“That… therefore….”

Wait until the wavering golden eyes calm down.

No matter what I hear now, I have no intention of stopping the fight.

It’s a fight he’s up for, and I’ll end it my own way.

“So… please….”

… But it’s a friend who promised to play board games together.

I had to listen to whatever he said. Should not be avoided

Instantly, the tawny eyes that have finished their resolutions and the golden eyes that shake like candlelight face each other.

“… Please.”

Wolhwa did not say anything and just shouted at Mancheon, who was waiting for her words.

“Please stop my older brother.”

Moist tears form around the eyes like an abandoned baby seal.

“Oh, my brother… He is the most wonderful person in the world… No matter what others say… No matter how compared… Working hard… He is a wonderful person.”

As a family, as a younger brother, we should hope that our older brother will win. I can’t.

“That… My brother is doing cowardly things… Kill yourself… I don’t want to see you like that.”

I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore.

“Please… Please defeat my older brother.”

A reckless request made out of jumbled and confused emotions.

“I’ll buy you a new dice when you come back. Let’s play together when we’re done.”

… However, Mancheon accepted without hesitation.

Carrying one more reason to fight, I turn around and head towards the competition site.

***

A huge unarmed weapon decorated in splendor within the Moorim League.

In order to see the dragon who will lead the Moorim in the future, I walk toward the door on the side of the participant, wading through the excited crowd.

“Boss, the door for the audience is not that way.”

I slightly turn my gaze and look at Jangsam who is walking beside me naturally as if he had been there from the beginning.

This guy has always been like this. He always followed me.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you’ll be stopped by the Murimmaeng warriors.”

“I know, so help me this time too.”

… He always hid his identity and helped me.

Jangsam’s eyes widen at the calm request.

‘What are you talking about?’

“When did you notice?”

“About after the Demonic Cult raid incident.”

You may not have been sure, but you must have noticed it right away.

‘… Is this the end of friendly servant play?’

There is a refreshing yet bitter smile on Jangsam’s lips.

Anyway, Mancheon didn’t stop walking.

Naturally, the warrior who guarded the entrance tried to stop Mancheon and Jangsam approaching from the front.

“Hmm? From here, the general public is off-?!”

Ting-!

The iron ball bounced off Jangsam’s hand and paralyzed the warrior’s bloodstream.

“Boss, in addition to Seolmodan, there are the so-called prestigious Munpa and Sega pride.”

Ting-!

“Who are you-?!”

Paralyzes the blood of the warriors approaching Mancheon by continuously bouncing the ball.

“… Do you have any plans?”

“A disciplined body, a staff, and a bit of courage.”

A pleasant laugh comes out of Jangsam’s mouth at such an impudent answer.

“Ha! That’s cool. I think you will fall in love with it.”

Jangsam’s hand, which was bouncing the iron ball, stops. There was no warrior who could stop Mancheon any longer.

No way in the middle of the Murimmaeng.

It seems that there is no crazy person who will spoil the biggest festival of the political faction Murim, the Yongbongjihoe, so they set up some security.

… There is a rice cake here.

At the end of the long aisle past the entrance of the competition hall.

Jangsam looked at the back of Mancheon as he moved his steps toward the empty stage without hesitation.

Anyway, far from stopping the accident, I helped with both arms.

He was the life that was killed by Samabu. A sigh comes out.

‘Haa… Bocchan will make good excuses… ?’

I hope so.

***

Yongbong Branch.

A rematch between the dragon and the phoenix to find out who will lead the political faction in the future.

A martial arts competition that draws attention from the Gupabang, the Five Greats, and other sects.

“Shaolin Temple, Cheongseongpa, Jongnampa, Haenampa, Sacheondangga, Hwangbo family.”

A soldier sitting in the audience looks at Bingryong Seolmodan, a white-haired young man with the most outstanding appearance among the seven men and women standing on the stage, counting the remaining gates to the Palgang.

“… And there are a total of seven North Sea Ice Palaces.”

“It’s the eight rivers, so why are there only seven participants?”

“I heard that Seolbong and Seowolhwa withdrew. He probably doesn’t want to fight with his brother.”

“Uh huh~ Did you lose two seats to Saewoe Moorim? I’m sorry.”

At that time, a warrior wearing a uniform of the Volcano Wave joins the crowd’s conversation.

“When Seolmodan was young, he was taught by an old master of the Volcano Sect. In fact, the volcano also went up.”

Jongnam went up. The person on the volcano side had fallen off, so it seemed uncomfortable to plant.

“Anyway… You guys, out of the seven latter figures over there, which one do you think will get the name of the dragon?”

The eyes of the audience naturally focus on Seolmodan.

It’s not that other late indexes are weak, but they are on a different level.

To win, you had to bring Yuryong from the Jegal family or Geomryong from the Namgung family.

… The problem is that neither of them participated.

“Perhaps, for the first time, a member of the outside world will get the name of Jinryong.”

“Hmm? But who is that guy… ?”

Gossip gossip gossip gossip gossip!

Suddenly, the eyes of the audience are pointed at the uninvited guest who came out of the aisle for participants, holding canes.

“… Limp?”

“Are you crazy? What are the guards doing?”

The booing and rants of the audience are overshadowed.

An uninvited guest, a mudfish that muddy the water, stands proudly on the empty stage without being stopped by anyone.

After taking a deep breath, he unleashes the lion’s roar.

“Sima Mancheon has come to challenge!!”

Against the late exponents of each faction, the challenge is made without hesitation at the place where the best of the rightist faction are gathered.

… And the second-floor pavilion viewing seats made for the high-ranking people of Moorim.

A room almost like a private room assigned to the Jegal family, one of the five great generations.

The cleaning of the house is almost finished, and the girl who was dragged out by Miss Jegal to watch the scumbags fight, but was not interested and fell asleep.

“… ….”

The long eyelashes of Gwahae trembled, revealing beautiful blue eyes reminiscent of the morning sea.

“… Ten thousand?”

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He muttered quietly, savoring the voice that woke him up.

***

Among the seven late exponents, the first to move was Jeongchuk (丁丑) of Shaolin Temple, who was considered a candidate for the championship of the Dragon Feng Branch.

Tadadak-!

Closing the distance at once, swinging the pole with great power, and stopping just in front of Mancheon’s nose.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, but if you don’t want to get hurt, go down.”

As a disciple of the Buddha School, I warn you in a serious voice.

“No more mercy.”

Mercy… Thank you, but it’s really useless consideration.

I said I was here to fight.

Mancheon’s left hand moves quickly, grabbing the bar in front of his eyes and holding it tightly.

Punching method – Crotch hernia

Pull out the stick that the dog won’t let go of.

From now on, this rod is mine. You’re biting my stick

Pure yet heavy internal power climbs up the bar without hesitation and pushes the hand of the master.

“What… ?!”

Seize control of the rod.

Jeong-chuk is flustered by an unexpected situation. With that, the match was over.

The staff held in Mancheon’s right hand strikes down the enemy with no mercy.

“You should have hit him without stopping.”

I don’t give a glance at the fallen Jeongchuk, and I calmly express my feelings and move on with his steps.

“You… Do you know what you are doing!”

The second person to appear was a face that even 10,000 people knew.

Long black hair, a charming smile that hides his true feelings.

Susu’s fiancée, Dang Mi-rang (唐媚孃), the poison bird of the Sichuan Tang family.

… But it wasn’t a very good impression.

Let’s close the distance without replying.

“Tsk-!”

Mi-Rang took a few steps back, clicking her tongue loudly at her. She fluttered her sleeves and scattered her memorized words towards the ten thousand.

The thieves rush in with the momentum to tear and bite the flesh.

… However, Mancheon did not step back.

She raises her cane, kicks her feet on the floor, and throws her body through the memorization that pours all at once.

She only gets hit if she moves a lot to avoid it. She has to break through head-on.

… And I’m sorry, but you’ve already figured out the pattern after a few encounters.

Tagubongbeop(打狗棒法) – Bal Gujocheon(撥狗朝天)

Hit the dog with her stick and lift it into the sky.

The memorandums hit by the staff lose their power and fall while spinning in the air. It opens the way to its owner.

“…… ?!”

Seeing Mancheon narrowing the distance in an instant by getting rid of memorization, Dangmirang tried to widen the distance again.

“Gagging-!”

Mancheon’s fist was faster.

With her fist stuck in her stomach, Danmi-Rang fell helplessly like a doll with her thread cut, losing her mind at the pain spreading through her body.

Her Danga’s cancer technique was fierce, but Danmi-Rang was not intimidating.

You always put someone up as a shield when you touched Soso.

In the first guest cup we met and the second guest cup in Yongmun, he presented a bell instead of himself.

I was afraid to step out and get hurt.

“You shouldn’t be afraid of being hit by an unmanned person.”

Five are left now.