Chapter - 189 Episode 189. With that skill? (4)

Jo-pyeong opened his eyes incredibly.

Won.

His son Jo-Gol won against that Dang Jan.

However, critics could not accept what they saw earlier.

Who was Dang Jan?

Sacheondangga, which controls Sacheon. It is also a lineal line in Danga, where only blood relatives have value.

The skill does not necessarily need to be verified, and its reputation does not just stay in Sacheon.

However, he has now lost to Cho's son.

"How did this happen?'

It wasn't because he had a great talent for swords that he sent his son to Hawasan.

No, no!

It's a gift! It's a gift!

Didn't you send a man who has talent and is supposed to be a merchant through inspection?

But was the talent enough to beat the immediate line of the party with a sword?

No.

The commentator was sure. I can't help it if I'm told I underestimate my son. Cho Pyeong, a merchant, is a professional person who judges the other person's value accurately.

Although Jo-Gol is a dear child, Jo-Gol knows best that he is not a very talented owner.

But such a son defeated Dang Jan.

That Dang Jan.

"……."

I know I have to say anything, but it didn't come out easily.

At that moment, Jo-Gol retrieves the sword on Dang Jan's shoulder and turns around.

And Jo-pyeong walked towards them with a nice smile on his face.

"Sasook. I won."

"Yes, Jo-Gol!"

I'm staggering.

I'm staggering.

"Jae, I won...…. Oh, what'sorry.…. Huh? When did I bleed so much...…, a bit of a mess in private...…."

"Hey, don't tell me!"

"Oops! Private residence! Jo-Gol's throat is bleeding! What if he dies like that?"

"Councilor, Senator, call your councillor now!"

Baek Cheon and Yoon-jong were bewildered and at a loss, Yoo-Esul quickly stepped up and grabbed Jo-Gol's neck and stopped bleeding.

"Oh, accident. I'm fine...…."

"Don't say it. I'm exhausted."

"Oh, yes."

Jo-Gol's face quickly turned pale. I won, but I lost too much blood in my injured neck. I think the last leech was touching the blood vessels.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Chung-Myung approached with his tongue and pressed Jo-Gol's neck in two places.

Then the blood that had been pumping began to stop.

"Hey, if we had half a dozen more, we'd be dead."

"What are you talking about?"

"Bad talk! That's a bad word!

Chung-Myung pouts his mouth at the furious response coming back.

"I was just telling the truth."

"Yes."

Baek Cheon and Yoon-jong bawled, but Jo-Gol, the party involved, just laughed his head off.

"Good?"

"Sure."

"Are you that happy?"

"I told you so!"

"Then just lend me a cat."

"Yes, I'll lend you...…. No, dude!"

"Oh, you're not fooled."

Chung-Myung clicked his tongue.

I want to tease Jo-Gol a little more, but seeing Jo-Gol smiling as if he had gained the world with a white face makes me feel less motivated to tease him.

I was not so happy when I defeated the disciples of the shaman, or even when I got my hands on the mixed fabric.

I guess it was a big wall for Joe-Gol's death penalty.'

Jo-Gol will grow further beyond that wall.

Jo-Gol is second only to none of Hawasan's talents in the first place. Without Chung-Myung, the reputation of the Hawaiian First Sword would have led from Baek Cheon to Jo-Gol.

I wish I could bloom over this.'It's not just the sword that has to smoke plum blossoms. The people of Hawasan need to bloom, too.

Chung-Myung turned his head away.

Three members of the party were seen. Among them, Dang Jan still stood staring at Ho Gong with half-released eyes, unable to escape the shock of defeat.

"Don't you want to go?"

"……."

"Or do you need another test?"

Dang Jan bites his lips tightly.

I have a lot to say. But no words will be meaningful in this situation.

It was defeated by Jo-Gol, not by the Hwasan dinosaur or the Hwajeong sword. For Jo-Gol, who doesn't even have a small number yet.

It is an indefensible defeat.

Dang Jan clenched his fist tightly. Humiliation and defeat. A great deal of indescribable emotion swirls in him.

It makes me dizzy to think about how much this will bring down my position in the family.

It was then.

"Here you go."

"……?"

Dang Jan raises his head.

Chung-Myung was seen sticking out a bottle toward him.

"When you have heartburn, it's best to have a drink. Bottoms up."

"……."

The absurdity in Dang Jan's face was young.

Is this guy making fun of me?'

I thought it was unusual, but I don't know...….

"Didn't you think you'd ever lose?"

"……."

Dang Jan opened his eyes at a sudden remark.

Chung-Myung's words penetrated his mind. But Dang Jan refused to admit it right now.

"What are you talking about? I'm not that arrogant. There are many brothers in the family who are stronger than me!"

"Yes, but it's you."

"What?"

Chung-Myung grinned.

"You've never lost to your brother. You've never lost to anyone your age."

"……."

"There are a lot of people stronger than you right now, but you thought you'd catch up, right?"

Dang Jan said nothing and shut up.

Chung-Myung grinned at it.

Why not?'

At this age, all the successful indexers feel the same way. If you can grow as it is, it is not a dream to be the best in the world someday.

Chung-Myung?

Of course, Chung-Myung thought so, too.

'I really didn't lose, but...….'

But most late indicators can't. One day you experience defeat and one day you accept your limitations. But...

"Do you think anyone who hasn't lost can be strong?"

"……?"

Dang Jan looked back at Chung-Myung.

And then it flinches.

It's not the playful look I've seen so far. Chung-Myung, who looked at this side with his sunken eyes, had the power to hold even the world's Dang Jan's breath.

"When the wound heals, the flesh becomes harder. In other words, the body that is not injured doesn't get stronger."

Chung-Myung shrugged.

"The choice is yours. Are you going to use this scar of defeat as a stepping stone to become stronger? Or are you going to beg me for a wound to your pride."

Chung-Myung stuck out the bottle again.

"Choice?"

"……."

Dang Jan, who was still looking at Chung-Myung, snatched up the bottle Chung-Myung offered.

And without hesitation, I start drinking from the bottle.

"K."

Frowning at the strong shipper's taste, he returns the bottle to Chung-Myung.

"Writing."

Chung-Myung grinned and took the bottle that Dang Jan offered.I'm the best.

"Growl!"

Cheung-Myung, who drank cool, said with a face that was as good as it could be.

"There's nothing to be so disappointed about. It's embarrassing now, though."

Chung-Myung glanced back at Jo-Gol.

"The world will soon find that losing to him is not a shame."

"……."

Dang Jan bit his lip a bit.

"That's the way it should be."

"Of course."

When Chung-Myung tried to turn around, Dang Jan called him back.

"May I ask you a question?"

"What?"

Chung-Myung looked back with curious eyes. Dang Jan frowned slightly.

"How strong are you?"

"Haha."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"It's hard for you right now."

"……it's him……"

"But you never know."

"Hmm?"

Chung-Myung's face is full of mischief again.

"I'll have to be careful if it's not eleven but twelve."

"……."

Dang Jan looked at Chung-Myung with a shocked face.

"You said, uh...…how……."

"Well, that's a long way off. Anyway, try your best. Then even if I can't win, I think it'll be the first day of the party."

Chung-Myung waved slightly and turned completely.

"The guests are leaving!"

Then, out of nowhere, he went into the hall.

Baek Cheon was watching the scene and approached Dang Jan with a cough.

"Excuse me. He's so unpredictable."

"……no."

Dang Jan shakes his head.

Strangely enough, I felt at ease.

'I don't know.'

There's no way that a few short conversations can ease your mind.

Dang Jan took a swipe at Baek Cheon.

"I apologize for the rudeness."

"You're welcome."

Baek Cheon also faces Dang Jan.

Nevertheless, Baek Cheon did not forget to look at Dang Jan with new eyes.

'That's weird.'

It is the first time that Chung-Myung is so interested in someone other than Hwasan's student. Although I've never met anyone else in the first place...….

At that time, Baek Cheon's eyes suddenly stuck in one place. Dang Jan's hand to take off the green skin gloves.

I didn't know when I saw it from a distance, but when I saw it up close, there were countless minor wounds on my hand.

Are you saying trying?'

I don't know. Who knows what he's thinking?

"We're going back now."

"Is this it?"

"Well... I don't know about that. As I have already said, this is a family affair. I just go back and report that I lost to Jo-Gol. After that, the family will decide."

Baek Cheon nodded.

"Take a look back."

"Sure."

Dang Jan retrieves the fallen oil-leaf trees and turns around.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, sir!"

Dang Myong carried the fallen Dang Ho on his back and followed after Dang Jan.

Hawasan's literary staff sighed as they watched it.

"It was like a storm."

"Will you stay put, death penalty?"

"Well."

Baek Cheon scratched his chin.

"Sachundanga said he never forgets even a small grudge.'

Dang Jan seems to hold no grudges, but his will cannot speak for the Four Heavenly Hallows. Regardless of his intentions, the party will certainly try to patch this up.

Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

"He's in trouble again."

"……."

"……."

Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong looked at Baek Cheon with absurd eyes.

"The accident is private...….""Let's go in, heal the wound."

"No, it's private...…."

"Huh. You don't have to me. The injury is deep."

"……."

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Baek Cheon coughed loudly and swirled inward.

Yoo-Esul and his three great disciples looked back at each other.

"……the death penalty."

"Huh?"

"Don't you think private housing is getting a little weird these days?"

"……These days? Small?"

"……."

"Yes, I wonder what will happen to Hwasan."

The remaining three people sighed at the same time.

* * *

Slurp.

Returning to the room to escape the cluttered atmosphere, Chung-Myung uncharacteristically poured into the glass.

And put the cup down quietly across from him.

There is no one beyond the table. But Chung-Myung lifted the bottle and pretended to bump the glass as if someone was there.

"You look alike."

Chung-Myung smirks.

The appearance of Dang Jan reminded him of old memories.

A long time ago. A long time ago.

Yes, for a very long time.

- No, sir! I asked you to leave my share! No one's better than me at putting a knife in the back of a bunch of pups!

Those motherf*ckers have destroyed the world! I'll never let them go back nicely!

Are you sure you're a master? No, I've never been a big brother in my life...…. No, put the sword down! What kind of man talks with a sword, not a mouth! Ugh!

- Brother... ..Danga......the party song... I've learned.…please…

Like this.

Chung-Myung, who put down the bottle a little rough, closes his eyes still.

Hawasan fought the Magyo with everything on the line.

But who was the only one who risked his life in that long war?

'I'm sorry.'

The will to take care of the party was ultimately unfulfilled. Chung-Myung is dead, too. You could say that he saved the party by knocking down Heavenly Demon.….

Chung-Myung knows. That alone is not enough to keep that promise intact.

"Your seasons are continuing."

Twelve arsenals.

Twelve B.

There are still only eleven, but one day, there will be a day when twelve leech beams will be emitted from Dang Jan's hands.

"Of course, for me, Hawasan comes first."

But...

"There's nothing to worry about. Even if the party is in trouble, I'll let you off at least once."

Because I saw your face.

Chung-Myung picked up the glass across the street, drank alcohol inside, and filled it up again.

"Let's have a drink after a long time. It may not taste the same as before."

A bitter smile came to Chung-Myung's lips.