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Chapter 237
The Baengri Clan’s Unwanted Granddaughter
Chapter 237
A young man adorned with a splendid sword at his waistband and clad in an elegant yellow martial uniform slowly walked up to the arena. As someone who had just turned twenty, there were still traces of youthfulness on his face. But unlike his age, the qi flowing out of his body was extraordinary.
Wi Kujoong neither looked around nor inspected his opponents. He simply looked ahead with a disinterested expression. There wasn’t a single trace of nervousness on his face.
“I picked a good day! No wonder I saw so many talents of the new generation today!”
Еǹ ûmа. і d
The crowd was filled with anticipation. On the other hand, some turned pale at the mention of Wi Kujoong’s name. Those who went up to the arena before him or were coming up after being called all looked like they had just seen a ghost. Some stared blankly at the sky as though they’d already given up, while others trembled.
It’s over. None of them were skilled enough to face Wi Kujoong.
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Soon, the last participants came to the arena, and the monk shouted, “Begin!”
The moment he said that, there was a crashing noise. A sword was drawn at lightning speed, and a roar was heard all throughout the arena. Regular people wouldn’t have even seen him draw his sword. A dust cloud filled the arena, and the crowd went wild.
“Wh-what the?”
“I can’t see!”
W̄ е bň о̊v̆ еl̆ E ń.u m̆ ӑ
“What’s going on?”
A shadow lurked about inside the dust cloud, and a heavy, dull sound echoed throughout. Clashing noises as well as short groans could be heard as well. A moment later, the dust cloud settled. Only one person was left standing inside the arena. The other nine had all fallen offstage. Some were unconscious, but none of them had any serious injuries.
There was silence. Then, the crowd cheered in unison. They all cried with a loud roar, “Wi Kujoong! Wi Kujoong!”
The crowd had cheered when the match began, but it was nothing compared to how they were cheering now. I could almost feel the ground shake.
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“The winner, Wi Kujoong of the Wi Chungeom sect!”
Although the match ended, Wi Kujoong looked exactly the same as he did before it began. Everything was identical, from his expression to the sword sheathed back at his waistband. The hem of his clothes was a little disheveled at most.
Ŵе b̌_n̄ òv̆ еl̊ Е̃n̄ ù ṁ ӑ
Despite the loud roars and cheers, Wi Kujoong left the arena without reacting himself. Shocked, Seo Haryeong even stood back up.
“How did he win? I couldn’t even see properly. How did he take out nine people at once?!”
“He stirred up a dust cloud on purpose. He didn’t want others to see his martial arts technique. At the same time, he robbed his opponents of their sight and quickly settled the match.”
I glanced at Namgoong Ryuchung, then barely managed to prevent laughter from spilling from my lips. Wi Kujoong, looking unimpressed? There was another person with the exact same expression!
I feel like Ryuchung would do the same once he’s in the arena.
I took Seo Haryeong’s admiration as a sign to continue speaking.
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“Five of them were taken out before they could even unsheathe their swords.”
It was an absolute victory. To the crowd, the dust cloud formed rather than cleared, so it seemed like everyone had disappeared offstage. This was more than enough for the scene to be engraved in the minds of those in the crowd.
I see now why Alliance head Wi is putting all his hope on him.He’s definitely skilled.
I watched as the others left the arena, their chins down while being supported. But there was a reason why Wi Kujoong could acquire such an absolute victory—his group was composed of quite unskilled individuals.
I knew there was some sort of manipulation, but to think that would be the case even in the preliminaries…
I wasn’t sure whether Wi Kujoong knew this, but this was a perfectly set stage for him. Of course, there were differences in skills between each group, but it was never to this extreme. Of all the preliminary participants so far, none could match Wi Kujoong. Why did he go this far when victory was clearly his? It was simple: to imprint absolute victory in the viewers’ minds.
Е́nům̃ а̀
As Namgoong Ryuchung continued to garner his overwhelming preliminary results, the Alliance head wanted to take that attention from him. It wasn’t like the sects and clans had power for nothing. A martial clan’s power came from its martial arts. But what if that clan’s heir wasn’t suitable? Then it was inevitable to draw comparisons and side with new allies.
This was regardless of how skilled Alliance head Wi himself was. In that sense, Wi Kujoong was definitely strong. However, it was no use. If it were Namgoong Ryuchung before my regression, then perhaps, but the current Namgoong Ryuchung was much stronger than he had been in the past at this point in time.
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I guess there aren’t any big changes. I was worried something might have changed, but this way, I could confirm that they hadn’t.
Seo Haryeong, who continued to remark about how impressed she was, turned toward Namgoong Ryuchung.
“Don’t you have anything to say? You’re not really reacting to any of this.”
“About what?” Namgoong Ryuchung casually replied.
W̃е̊ bn о́v̂ êl Е̇n um а
“You’ve been so quiet for a while now. Are you at a loss for words because you’re too shocked? Huh?” Seo Haryeong said teasingly.
But Namgoong Ryuchung was unresponsive even to Seo Haryeong’s provocation. In fact, he became cold.
“Oh, please. It’s not impressive in the slightest.”
So he had noticed as well. Judging from his reaction, Namgoong Ryuchung had also noticed that Wi Kujoong’s group had been fixed. However he might have been, Namgoong Ryuchung still acknowledged a strong individual when he saw one. He was also highly competitive. But he was utterly disinterested in Wi Kujoong.
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He’s not a worthy foe.
However, it seemed like Seo Haryeong hadn’t noticed that Wi Kujoong’s group had been fixed—perhaps that was why. She was upset at what Namgoong Ryuchung said.
W̄ ebn̈.o v̈ е_l̂ Е nu mа
“Good for you. Is there anyone that’s up to your standards, anyway?”
Namgoong Ryuchung spoke indifferently to her, as though he hadn’t noticed she was upset.
“I only spoke the truth. It’s not impressive enough for you to react that way.”
“I only spoke the truth as well. You’re not impressed by anybody. You’re always looking down on people.”
Only then did Namgoong Ryuchung sense something was off and raise his eyebrows.
“Seo Haryeong, what are you doing?”
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“What? Am I wrong?”
I quickly interrupted the conversation and said, “Wait, just calm—”
Before I could finish…
“Okay, you’re going a little too far.”
I sighed internally. Ugh, not another argument. This was the second time.
The person who interrupted was one of the talents of the new generation, who was sitting close by. He looked familiar, too—it was the young man who I thought resembled a peacock. The other talents of the new generation sitting next to the young man were bewildered. Some of them tried to stop him, but it was no use.
W̄ е b̊n о̊ v̆е l̊ Е n um̌ ă
“Who do you think you are? Do you think it’s okay to look down on Young Master Wi’s performance during the preliminaries? Ah, is it because that’s nothing for someone from the Namgoong clan?”
Namgoong Ryuchung’s expression was basically asking who the hell this worm was. From his perspective, this was undoubtedly an unexpected provocation.
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Kongson Wol motioned at the guards protecting the arena. In Hwangbo Chan’s case, there wasn’t anyone to restrain them, so the fight had gotten out of control. However, we were in the middle of the preliminaries right now.
“What’s going on over there?!”
The young man didn’t budge and continued, “Look how this man is shamelessly surrounded by women and letting them worship him.”
Wait, who was worshiping who? I had a hunch, but I became certain after hearing that. They were jealous. Namgoong Ryuchung was with us and got caught in the crossfire. I also soon found myself in that same crossfire.
E̊_n̆ ú m̂ а̌.і d
“And one person is acting all tough and mighty when she only climbed up to the main stage through her father’s influence.”
Hmm, come to think of it, it wasn’t out of the blue. I had noticed some glares pointed at me when Seo Haryeong couldn’t sit with them because of me. Namgoong Ryuchung was a little irritated at first, but now his expression had turned cold, and Kongson Wol was trying to calm him down. I was already feeling crummy, so this worked out.
I scoffed at the young man and said, “Interesting. I don’t know your name, yet you were eavesdropping on our private conversation. Are you usually this creepy?”
“Wh-what did you say?”
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“Please tell me your vulgar behavior has nothing to do with Haryeong’s refusal to sit with you.”
Now with a reddened face, the young man didn’t know what to say. Regardless of the commotion in the crowd, the next participants walked up toward the restored arena. I sensed some movement and looked toward the arena without much thought but instantly froze.
Е̊ n̈um а . іd
That was when the young man shouted, “V-vulgar?! You’re the vulgar one! You sure talk big for someone who’s qi-ruined yet managed to climb the brackets through special privilege!”
Due to the continued commotion, the surrounding audience started to watch us instead of the arena. I brushed my hair behind my ear and got up. As soon as I did, the young man flinched backward while still seated.
“Special privilege?”
I walked toward the young man.
“My father won fair and square. This special privilege symbolizes his victory, and my actions reflect that.”
I glanced at the many eyes pointed at me. I straightened my back, then firmly said, “And I can prove that during the main stages.”
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