Chapter - 282 Episode 282. Life is supposed to be unfair. (2)

"Oh, my God…."

The podium, where the long writers gathered, was also filled with astonishment.

"Isn't that a divine right?"

"You don't look that old, but you have a new card. At least it's more than five stars in terms of power. Hahaha."

"How did you hide such a talent?""

Bop Jeong smiled at Heo Do-jin's words.

"I didn't mean to deceive you by hiding that child. It's just that he's shy and doesn't want to show his skills."

Bop Jeong went on with a low cry of disapproval.

"Wouldn't it look bad for me to make a fuss when I'm not coming forward?"

"That's true.Only……."

Heo Do-jin couldn't hide his surprise and looked down again. The Shaolin monk, who was left alone on the stage, bowed his head to the audience.

"Is this Hyeja's boat?"

"Yes, it is. I'm the youngest of the Hyeja boat."

"Isn't Hyeja a great disciple? A great disciple……."

"I'm much younger than my second best student."

"……Ah."

Bop Jeong laughed as if he was in trouble.

"Although the distribution was a little twisted, it was difficult not to play because of the distribution of children who had just crossed the terms and conditions. I don't think he's going to be disappointed.…. I apologize if there's anything bothering you."

"No, any child who has just passed the terms and conditions is entitled to participate. Distribution is not that important."

Heo Do-jin quickly fenced off complaints from other places.

'He's got to wait and see.'

This arena is not the end.

It is important to win the championship and make a name for yourself, but it is also important to understand what kind of talent is growing in other clans.

But can't we miss the opportunity to observe such a monster because of this little problem?

"That's amazing. I can't believe I'm that old."

"Well, I can't help admiring you."

A groan-like wonder came out of the mouths of the long-written people.

But this was never a compliment. The number of days shown by that young Shaolin definitely deserved this much admiration.

Baekbo Shinkwon.

The martial arts representing Shaolin.

If Na Han-kwon is the basis of Shaolin, Baekbo Sin-kwon is a martial law. It is one of the seventy-two types of rising martial arts that Shaolin boasts to the world, and seventy-two kinds of martial arts, which are famous for being so difficult to learn.

Shaolin's martial arts are literally atmospheric chronic.

Isn't it known that decades of training are needed to fully understand and master the complex and mysterious arts?

But the purification of Shaolin martial arts is seventy species.You've already done that at that age.

'That's about as good as that.

Heo Do-jin's eyes narrowed.

I thought that Shaolin must have a plan for doing this, but I didn't know that she hid such a blatant card.

It has become clear that this show is a set-up for the appearance of that monster.

"Hehe. It's amazing."

"No, it's not."

Bop Jeong was lightly condescending.

"In the preliminary round, there are 70 species.You said you didn't want to use moderation, but it's clear that your opponent, Hawasan's child, was not good enough."

"Even so, it's not comparable to the Baekbo Divine."

Bop Jeong grinned unanswered.

This has taken the attention away from Hwasan. It's just that...'

Then I peeked around.

The expressions of the long writers were divided into two.

A very frustrated face and a face that thinks hard about something.Those who are frustrated are those who are not confident to handle Hye Yeon's skills, and those who think hard are those who compare Hye Yeon with their best students.

And…….

"Ho-oh.'

There was only one person with a different expression.

Is it Hwasan?

Of all those long-lived writers, only Hyun Jong is showing a relaxed appearance with a face that is not so surprised.

Are you obsessed with winning or losing, or...…?

'We'll see.'

Bop Jeong soon smiled lightly and turned his head to continue his conversation with other writers.

"Ba, what was that just now?"

"It was flaring up."

"……It's not a book that can be expressed in that way."

Did you say you can see as much as you know?

Unlike other HWASAN disciples who simply pay attention to the outcome, the Beck Cheon party understood how tremendous that was.

'Forced destructive power to keep Baek Sang from getting hurt.'

Perhaps Baek Sang wasn't hurt at all. It was a blow using only the power to kill Kwon and push him away.

Knowing that it is ten times more difficult to overpower the opponent without getting hurt than to hurt them, they had no choice but to look at Shaolin on the stage with a serious face.

"The winner is Hye Yeon of Shaolin!"

A thunderous cheer erupted at the sound of the silence.

"As expected of Shaolin!"

"He even blew his student away at one go!"

"That's right! Then there you go! It was strange that Hwasan was playing like that. The real power of famous letters is coming out now!"

"That was a great blow! What the hell was that?"

The crowd also did not hesitate to shout excitedly.

More cheers poured out on Hye Yeon than when Hwasan's disciples were active. Then he blushed slightly and walked down the stage.

"Hwasan's victory is broken!"

"So how long did you think it would last? How could a Wasan keep up with such grades?"

"Isn't it great that we haven't lost in the preliminaries so far?"

"It's luck, luck!"

"How can you be so lucky? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Tsk tsk. You don't know. How can I be called a prestigious person when I don't have the power? Unlike Hwasan, who has attracted all the talent, other literary groups distinguish between those who can gain experience and those who can produce results. Look, isn't it going to smash right away when you bump into the real thing?"

"…Well, that's true."

"Now, when the finals begin, you will see the real skills of the famous people."

"Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I believe in Hwasan!"

The middle class began to squabble.

But the sound was not heard by his disciples.

Baek Cheon's eyes were fixed on the stage where Hye Yeon went down.

"What do you think?"

"That's... hahaha...…."

The world's Chung-Myung was also dumbfounded.

"What did I say about genius earlier?"

"Do you want to say he's a real genius?"

"No, that's not what a genius would say."

"Huh?"

Baek Cheon looked back at Chung-Myung with questionable eyes. But when he saw that Chung-Myung's face was serious, he kept his mouth shut.

Chung-Myung stared at the empty rain stage and thought.

'Crazy.'

Such things are born once in a while in the world.

Things that destroy everything and invent new algae. So what the world calls investigation.For example, the aristocrats such as Bori Dharma, who changed the flow of former Jungwon martial arts by creating Shaolin, or Jang Sambong, who created a new atmosphere of Taoism by creating shamans.

When you bring it to their front, the word genius becomes a word for a common talent that appears in a couple of times.

"No. Why would a man like that fall on Shaolin?"

The d*mn world!

What you've got already sucks talent! Bamboo spear! We need bamboo spear!

From the perspective of Chung-Myung, who starts from the bottom with nothing, it was absurd that Shaolin was raising such a monster.

"He's crazy. He's crazy.…."

If he grows up well, he may not only become the world's first man, but also become a warrior who will remain in the history of the strong.

That's why...

"I feel sorry for you."

"Huh? Why?"

When asked by Baek Cheon, Chung-Myung poked out his belly.

"You were born in the same time as me, unfortunately. Otherwise, I would have saved the world's best seat."

"……."

"You're about the same age as I am. Tsk tsk tsk tsk. That's how you'll never get out of this. I'm sorry for you."

"……."

"What can I do? Life is always unfair. I'll think I'm unlucky and work hard. There's no other way."

"… shut your mouth."

Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

"By the way, private lodging."

"Huh?"

"Don't you need to pick me up?"

"…What are you picking up?"

"The boarding house, the boarding house.

"Why would I?"

Chung-Myung smirks.

"Not Dongryong, but Baek Sang Sasook. He'd be out there in a faint by now.…."

"Argh! Back Sangaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Baek Cheon freaked out and ran towards Baek Sang. Chung-Myung sighed and shook his head.

"There's nothing in the right place. All right."

Of course it wasn't for Chung-Myung.

* * *

"With 15 participating……."

"……."

Fourteen were in the top twenty-two finalists."

Hyun Jong smiled brightly.

"This is the greatest achievement in Hwasan's history. I may not be ashamed of my forefathers in that line at least today."

"If only one more person wins, everyone will advance."

"……."

Baek Sang distorted his face and bowed his head. Then Baek Cheon shouted at Chung-Myung.

"Hey, dude, what are you talking about in front of people?"

"I'm sorry to hear that's too bad. It's too bad."

"You said you couldn't beat him!"

"Did you open your eyes to the sense of defeat that was hiding in the middle of your heart? Why do you make up words that I didn't even say, Sasook?"

"Anyway, you said he was strong!"

"That's right."

Chung-Myung clenched his head.

"Baek Sang Sasook can't win even if he fights a hundred times. Never mind, Sasook. I'm just not good enough. I didn't let my guard down, and no matter how well I did, the results would have been the same.…. Homemade?"

Baek Sang, who was suffering from depression, was rolling over his eyes. Chung-Myung tilted his head when he saw him like that.

"Are you injured?"

"You're putting it on, you son of a b*tc*! You!"

"What did I do?"

"Please shut your mouth! God d*mn it!

Two bickering people and HWASAN's disciples looking at it in a sour way.

Watching it all from behind, Wirip San smiled.

What a mess.

It's a total mess. Very.

The bigger problem is that Hyun Jong, who sits in the middle, is looking at the mess with a very warm look. The same goes for the other elders!

No, Jang Moon-in!

What kind of zookeeper have you changed your job? How can you look at this with such eyes?Wirip San was about to go to the vase first.

"Come on, be quiet."

Hyun Jong calms his students down to see if he knows how Wirip San feels.

The only students who need to calm down are Chung-Myung and Baek Cheon.

"They say the finals will be held in two days. I wish I could cherish that time.…."

Hyun Jong's anxious eyes turn to Chung-Myung.

Then Chung-Myung blinked helplessly and said,

"What's wrong?"

"Yes."

Hyun Jong sighed deeply.

"I can't blame you because you're beating everything up on your own.'

I wish I could look half the same as Baek Cheon or Yoon-Jong personality, but the sky is fair and doesn't seem to give everything to one person.

Oh, my.

I didn't know a person could feel both burning and proud emotions at the same time.

Hyun Jong, who was looking at Chung-Myung with a complex and subtle expression, said as if he was sick.

"Please."

"What?"

"The next two days. It's only two days! Don't tell me you won't be in trouble for those two days."

"I'm disappointed, Jang Moon-in. It's like I've been in some kind of trouble all this whole time.…."

Hyun Jong grabbed the sword handle.

"…Ger, are you wearing a knife?"

Chung-Myung grinned profusely.

"It's been a long time since you picked him. Just leave it there."

"Yes."

Hyun Jong eventually turned away from Chung-Myung and turned to other students.

"Listen."

"Yes, Jang Moon-in!"

"So far, you've been so good."

Before I knew it, there was a kind smile on his face.

"It would be nice if we could get good results in the finals, but it won't be as easy from now on as it has been so far. The power of a famous name is never easy to see."

Chung-Myung poked his head out and pushed his head into Hyun Jong's view.

"But we're great, too, aren't we?"

"Ha ha. Yeah, that's true."

Hyun Jong says with a smile.

"Yeah, so there's nothing to be discouraged about. Straighten your shoulders and spread all your skills without regret. The result is not important. What matters is not the result but what you get."

"Yes! Long story!"

Hyun Jong smiled as if his lovely disciples were more than happy.

It is my mission to protect these children, and it is Hwasan's mission.'

The seeds planted by Chung-Myung will grow into a giant tree through this world-wide arena, and one day they will spread their branches all over the world.

So as a writer, you have to protect them...….

"Everyone listen to the long story and keep it in mind!"

It was Chung-Myung's words.

To say such a praiseworthy thing, Hyun Jong looked at him in surprise.

He's a little mature now.….

"You have to win to get it! Did you see the loser get anything? Do you see Baek Sang's Sasook? That's what happens when you lose! Keep it in mind."

"Oh, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God, my God.…."

"Baek Sang아! Wake up, Baek Sang!"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Chung-Myung kicked his tongue when he saw Baek Sang finally foaming over in a rage.

Then he glanced his eyes at everyone.

"I'm going to win! Got it?!"

"Oh!"

"Win!"

"I'm going to break your head!"

Hyun Jong smiled graciously as he watched Hwasan's students cheering.

'Listen to me and eat. You bastards.'

It's already natural for Hwasan to gain strength before the tournament.

However, it was Hyun Jong who thought that he should seriously consider whether the result would be a blessing for Kang Ho.