Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 77



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 77

Non-compliance (2)

At the unexpected cheering, I turned my head and looked behind me without realizing it.

As I looked at my classmates with a mixture of trust and anticipation, I found myself thinking that way.

‘Why are you suddenly acting friendly?’

I couldn’t understand why these guys, who had been on good terms with me until now, were suddenly acting like that.

Of course, I was the one who drew the line in the first place, but even taking that into account, it was still hard to understand.

‘… Well, there’s no need to necessarily understand the way of thinking of those who are about to become mentally ill.’

The moment they were about to let it pass, Joo Seo-yeon suddenly stepped forward and started leading the cheering.

“Master Ichimoku! I believe in you! Master Ichimoku, the greatest talent in the magic world!”

He continued to cheer by shaking the spear he was carrying on his back vigorously, perhaps considering it a cheering tool.

‘… Do you really think I like cheering?’

Her intentions were obvious. She wanted to impress me and become my concubine after I finished my training at the Magic Academy.

‘I don’t know the intentions of other crazy people, but why can I understand the intentions of the craziest person?’

I decided to assume that it was because I had first encountered a similar fruit, Gu Yang Moon.

In addition, Bang Mi-hwa, who was stimulated by Joo Seo-yeon who had stepped forward, also stepped forward and started talking nonsense.

“Hohoho. Prince Ichimoku! If you avenge us, I will make time for you!”

Perhaps because of the two women’s nonsense, the cheers from their peers became even more heated.

Meanwhile, Jeong-Hyeon, who couldn’t adapt to the hot atmosphere, was far away, alone, and just kept opening his mouth in my direction.

I shook my head at the shocking sight and then turned away again.

“Haha. It seems you are really shy.”

Bang Mi-hwa’s strange nonsense pierced my ears, but I decided to ignore it.

Because a crazy person, no less crazy than Bang Mi-hwa, was approaching from the front.

“Il-mok-gong-ja. I was defeated, but I believe that Gong-ja will flatten that bastard’s nose.”

Even Dokgo-pae, who has been looking at me with eyes burning with camaraderie since when did we become close?

There were crazy guys everywhere.

* * *

Watching the youngest Confucius receive enthusiastic cheers from his peers, Baekcheon thought.

‘It’s almost as if I’m a villain.’

I didn’t feel particularly bad.

Because the pleasure of destroying someone who had such high expectations was incomparable.

Dokgo-pae’s evaluation of Baekcheon was somewhat accurate.

Baekcheon, who was called the most hopeless child of the Hundred Schools before entering the Magic Hall, did not reform.

I just realized there was a more efficient way.

The fact that, in the long run, it is easier to get what you want by acting with dignity rather than by acting wildly and causing a ruckus.

‘Defeat the youngest prince and win the favor of the governor.’

After graduating from the Magic Academy, it was absolutely necessary to increase my standing within Sega.

However, that does not mean that the youngest prince was being looked down upon. He must be quite a skilled man, having won against that boar-like Mak Ho-yeol.

However, Baekcheon believed that if he did his best, he would win.

‘Hehehe. I can see my juniors’ faces getting wrinkled and even get the attention of the governor. It’s killing two birds with one stone.’

Baekcheon is smiling sinisterly on the inside, while acting confident on the outside.

Suddenly, Ilmok took his place across from him, and the instructor’s shout erupted in response.

“Let’s get started!”

However, despite the instructor’s instructions, Ichimoku did not rush to Baekcheon.

“Hmm?”

In that defensive attitude, Baekcheon waved the fan he had in his hand and said.

“Hahaha. You seem more scared than you look. Well then, I’ll let you go from here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Baekcheon waved his arm in the air, and the dark energy caught between his fingers flew towards Ilmok.

While he was speaking, he had secretly pulled out a secret weapon from between his sleeves.

As several dark energy swarms flew in one after another, dotting the empty space, Ilmok displayed his lightness and flew around.

“Hoo hoo hoo.”

Baekcheon kept chasing Il-mok with an expression like a predator playing with its prey, seeing that he was unable to dig into himself and was busy avoiding or blocking it.

* * *

“Hmm.”

Not long after the most anticipated final match began, Chu Il-hwan furrowed his brow slightly.

‘If you hide your abilities again, I clearly warned you that there will be a special interview.’

It was because of the youngest prince’s appearance who was busy trying to avoid blocking rather than digging in.

Instructor Cha Eun-young, who was watching the match with them, spoke to Chu Il-hwan in a mocking tone.

“They said he was a genius, but he’s not as good as I thought.”

The moment when Chu Il-hwan clicks his tongue, wondering what to say in response to her, his arch-rival.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Suddenly, a feather flew straight towards Chu Il-hwan’s face.

Pot!

Chu Il-hwan, who had been absorbed in other thoughts for a moment, quickly swung his sword and narrowly blocked the attack.

‘Whew. I almost made an ugly appearance.’

That slingshot was thrown by Baekcheon towards Ilmok. However, while Ilmok was dodging it, it flew towards Chuilhwan who was behind him.

I got hit by a blind sword thrown by the officer. If that happened, my reputation as an instructor would have hit rock bottom.

“Pfft. You look like you’re floundering around.”

Instructor Cha Eun-young once again picked a fight with Chu Il-hwan, and Chu Il-hwan also began to experience side effects.

‘If only the Lord wasn’t here, I’d want to break his skull right now.’

At that moment, his right hand twitched with the rising murderous intent without him knowing it, and Chu Il-hwan’s gaze turned back to Cha Eun-young.

visor!

An unpleasant, creaking sound rang out.

Wheeeeeeeek!!

A javelin flew towards Chu Il-hwan at incredible speed.

“!?”

Chu Il-hwan, who had taken his eyes off the screen for a moment, was able to block the spear just in the nick of time.

And Chu Il-hwan didn’t miss it.

“Tsk.”

The moment he blocked the award, the youngest Confucius clicked his tongue softly.

“Hehehehe.”

Only then did Chu Il-hwan realize the situation and let out a soft, slightly mad laugh.

‘Are you going to come out like this?’

The youngest Confucius wasn’t trying to hide his skills. He was just pretending to be struggling.

The reason for acting like that is.

visor!

Just like now, it was to send the secret message that Baekcheon was throwing to himself.

‘Is this revenge?’

Chu Il-hwan, who understood Ilmok’s intentions, couldn’t help but laugh out loud rather than explode in anger.

‘I thought he was a genius, but I didn’t know it would be to this extent.’

A duel with a senior rider one rank higher. In the middle of a duel with Baekcheon, the top rider among the riders above him, he accurately identified his position and changed the direction of Baekcheon’s dark weapon.

Even.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Baekcheon’s dark energy, which had collided with Ilmok’s sword, flew towards Chu Il-hwan in an accelerated state.

It was something that didn’t make sense. If the weapon collided with the sword, it would have been natural for the strength and speed to decrease due to the recoil.

However, the youngest Confucius used his magic to change the path of the dark qi at the moment he collided with it, and furthermore, by pushing the dark qi with his sword at the last moment, he accelerated the dark qi’s speed.

In the midst of the intense fighting, he was aiming for the exact moment when he would look away.

Although the method used against him was outrageous, Chu Il-hwan found it amusing.

‘Hehehe. The government has set up such a fun table, so there’s no way I can break it.’

Chu Il-hwan, who had a good idea, approached Instructor Cha Eun-young, who had been picking on him and picking a fight with him for a while.

Chu Il-hwan turned his back to where the fighting was in full swing and glared at Cha Eun-young.

“What were you talking about earlier?”

“Huh. Please distinguish between public and private matters. The Lord and Vice Lord are watching.”

At Instructor Cha Eun-young’s sarcastic remark, Chu Il-hwan showed an angry expression on the outside, but on the inside, he kept a close eye on her back with all his might.

“Do you think I can tolerate their presence?”

“Are you going to get out of here? I can’t see the rain.”

The moment Chu Il-hwan was about to say something in response to her words.

Ilmok, who thought that now that he had turned his back was his chance, used the technique of Ihwajeomok on the shuriken thrown by Baekcheon and sent it flying towards the back of Chu Il-hwan’s head.

“Huh. It’s because I’m short…”

Chu Il-hwan, who was refuting Cha Eun-young, felt the shuriken that Ilmok had sent flying reach the back of his head.

Whoosh!

He suddenly bent down and dodged the shuriken.

Cha Eun-young, who had been focused on Chu Il-hwan, could only belatedly notice the shuriken flying in front of her nose as her vision opened up.

“Eek!?”

She let out a strange scream and swung her arms around frantically.

However, as expected of a master instructor at the Magic Academy, she managed to narrowly defeat the shuriken despite the unexpected surprise attack.

“Hahahahahaha. Did you just say hiik? Keuhehehe.”

While bending down, Chu Il-hwan burst into laughter, holding his stomach, and his face turned bright red.

At that moment, the voice of the Magistrate, Yeom Ga-hwi, pierced the ears of the two instructors.

– The officials are watching. Both of you, please be careful.

At the commander’s instructions, both instructors quickly straightened their postures and looked at the stage.

Sigh.

Eunyoung Cha couldn’t hold back her anger at the sound of Chuilhwan’s suffocating laughter coming from next to her.

“Baek Gwan-do!!! How long are you planning to play around with your junior’s pranks!!”

* * *

At the sound of the female instructor’s shout from behind, Ichimoku glanced behind him and clicked his tongue.

‘Tsk. Have I been caught already?’

Chu Il-hwan, smiling playfully, and the female instructor next to him with a red face.

It seemed like there was no point in aiming at Instructor Chu Il-hwan anymore.

And then Ichimoku turned his head again and looked straight ahead and thought.

‘I guess you’ve noticed this now?’

Was it because he had heard a harsh remark during the secret meeting that everyone was watching? Baekcheon’s face, which had been relaxed and confident until then, was distorted and flushed with anger.

“How dare you insult this body. Do you really want to die?”

It was Baekcheon whose speech had completely changed.

“I’ll kill you!!”

As if he had forgotten that it was rainy season, Baekcheon shot his dark energy again, shouting something like, “kill me!”

“Tsk.”

Ilmok, who realized that it was already too late to target Chu Il-hwan, moved boldly.

Pot!

He delves into Baekcheon at the shortest distance and tries to repel the dark energy Baekcheon shoots with minimal movement several times.

“Huh? Block it? Try blocking this too!”

Baekcheon swung the fan he was holding at the approaching Ilmok in an instant.

The fan energy that had been tied to the fan flew towards Ilmok, cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

visor!

The moment when the one who created the black spirit easily strikes the leading spirit and digs one step further.

Pot.

“Kuuuuu. That’s enough!”

At the joint of the fan aimed right in front of Ichimoku’s nose, iron cores were sticking out.

‘crazy!?’

Ichimoku, who had not expected that there would be a secret hidden in that fan, twisted his whole body violently to avoid having a hole drilled in his head.

Thanks to the extremely heightened concentration, the sight of iron wires passing by his nose slowly appeared before his eyes.

‘Whew. I almost died.’

Who would have thought that such a lethal method would be used in a fight that wasn’t even a matter of life or death?

While Ichimoku, who barely managed to escape with his life, breathed a sigh of relief.

“You damn punk! How dare you dodge this body’s attack! You’re just going to die!”

Baekcheon, who had stepped back again, continued to swear and throw his weapon.

‘… Is that why it’s called Gaemangnani?’

Baekcheon, with his mask removed, was boasting a wit that surpassed that of a street thug.