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Chapter 264
The Baengri Clan’s Unwanted Granddaughter
Chapter 264
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The referee monk announced each individual.
“Namgoong Ryuchung of the Namgoong clan!”
Е n̊u m̌ã
“Woohoo!”
“Red Night of the Chudo sect!”
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“Wow!”
The arena was filled with cheers and shouts each time a name was announced. Yayul was expressionless, and Namgoong Ryuchung had a blank look on his face. He had been like this the entire martial arts competition. Since he was handsome, even that kind of expression looked attractive. Even now, the voices cheering noticeably louder for Namgoong Ryuchung all belonged to women.
The two saluted based on the order the monk announced. I thought they’d exchange some words, but they kept their mouths shut. They didn’t even exchange any simple greetings.
The monk waited for a moment, then shouted, “Let the duel begin!”
Ё_ǹüḿ_a . і́d̄
I watched them, my heart pounding. At the moment when everything went silent with an air of anticipation about the audience, Namgoong Ryuchung suddenly sheathed his sword. He then spoke.
“I forfeit.”
The arena was quiet with the silence of those who still didn’t understand what was happening. Namgoong Ryuchung’s voice echoed across the quiet arena.
“A victory earned in a martial arts competition whose honor has been tainted by none other than the Martial Alliance itself would be dishonorable.”
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Wow.
I was dumbfounded.
Е́n um̊ӑ
Amid the tremendous silence, Namgoong Ryuchung continued, “The Martial Alliance condones injustice and uses the demonic cult as an excuse. Are we not virtuous practitioners who protect the people and enact justice? But how is the current Martial Alliance different from the evil practitioners it strives to destroy?”
Those lost for words from the shock started whispering carefully among each other.
“What is he talking about?”
“Evil practitioners? Injustice?”
“That idiot.”
Next to me, Seo Haryeong said as if she’d read my mind, “He’s finally gone mad.”
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She was also aware of the inside story regarding Wi Jibaek’s fall from power. But for her to still say that meant what he did was a slap to the Martial Alliance’s face.
It’s not that I don’t understand his reasoning…
Namgoong Ryuchung knew that Red Night was Yayul, but he didn’t know that he was also part of the demonic cult. With Wi Jibaek’s punishment being meted out as it was, it must have been frustrating for him to even participate in the martial arts competition—and to add to that, his opponent was also Yayul.
I augmented my hearing and focused on the arena. I could hear Yayul’s baffled voice amid the murmuring of the crowd.
“What are you doing?”
Namgoong Ryuchung simply glared back at him silently. Yayul slightly tilted his head.
Ѐṅu̇m̆ а̂ .ǐ d̊
“It’s pointless, what you’ve done. It’s still good for me, I guess.”
Yayul smiled, amused, and withdrew his sword.
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The monk quickly went up to the arena and shouted, “Young Master Namgoong! What is the meaning of this? Are you really going to forfeit?”
“Yes.”
The monk gasped at his curt reply and said, “But you’ve come so far. The martial arts competition is no joke!”
Namgoong Ryuchung glared at the monk and turned away, expressionless. Following his movement, the vivid blue hem of his clothes fluttered and then settled.
E n̊ u m̆а̇
As if attempting to bring him back, the monk shouted, “If you go down like this, people will think you left because you were afraid. Do you really not care if your honor plummets into the dirt?”
“You’re the ones who are afraid of the forked tongue.”
Namgoong Ryuchung didn’t even spare a glance and descended the arena. Forfeit loss—when he actually forfeited, people began to gasp all around. Baffled, the monk sighed and shouted Yayul’s victory. There were none of the cheers that accompanied the beginnings and ends of duels.
“Something’s suspicious about what Young Master Namgoong said. Why would he forfeit like this when he’s reached the semifinals?”
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Instead, murmurs filled the arena. The simultaneous murmurings of hundreds of people sounded like a swarm of buzzing bees.
“Did he forfeit because he was afraid? What a stain to the name of the supposedly greatest clan in the martial world.”
Ê n um̆ â
“Well… I disagree. Look at his bold figure. Does that look to you like someone who’s going down out of fear?”
Even here, Namgoong Ryuchung’s beauty was playing a prominent role. The assessment would have been totally different if a scraggly, fearful man had left.
“Young Master Namgoong’s character is very famous around here. Just like his father, he doesn’t let anything he doesn’t like slip by. Perhaps something happened that his fiery temper couldn’t condone. What did the Martial Alliance do?”
“That certainly is strange. The martial arts competition was paused for three days, and all the participants forfeited. Let’s also not forget that Alliance head Wi suddenly stepped down from his role. Something must have happened.”
The ambiguous remarks regarding Namgoong Ryuchung’s character also created many interpretations regarding his attitude. The more the crowd assessed the situation, the more the atmosphere on the other end began to sink. In the seats underneath the red shade, I could clearly see Mister Wan’s surprised look even from afar. Many others were glaring at him.
“If he goes down like that, and that nobody is going to the finals…” Advisor Kongson mumbled with a frown.
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Immemorial Jinyin got up slightly from his seat but then sat back down and said, “Hmm, your son is quite passionate, Deputy Namgoong. Youth is a good thing. I once was like that myself.”
He was treating it like child’s play.
“But he does need to learn how to control his temper. He’s full of boldness.”
“At his age, nothing in the world would scare him.’
A displeased look came over Namgoong Wan’s face. There were others who were making faces similar to his, but they were few and far between. Most of them were trying to insult Namgoong Ryuchung to relieve the offense they had taken when he had criticized them for their integrity.
“So immature. No wonder he still doesn’t have a family of his own.”
Ě n̂u̇ m̌ӑ .і d
“He’s all bark and no bite. Perhaps he really is afraid of that expert, Red Night. He wouldn’t have stepped down like that if he knew what was right for the greater good. Thanks to him, the weight on Miss Baengri’s shoulders is even heavier now. If she loses, it would surely bring shame to the virtuous practitioners’ prestigious clans.”
“That’s why we had high hopes for Young Master Namgoong, but alas. He just wasn’t a good vessel to begin with.”
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Namgoong Wan interrupted their conversation with a fierce expression.
“You’re right. My son is on a different level than the ones who fear the forked tongue and willingly condone evil deeds.”
“Ahem.”
“Ehem.”
Wе b̆nо̊ v̌ е̊l̇ Ẽ ṅu m̃_ä
“Deputy Namgoong!” Advisor Kongson Bang shouted as dry coughs sounded in the background.
Immemorial Jinyin looked back at Namgoong Wan with a furrowed brow.
“Are you saying that we can take the Young Master’s attitude as the will of the Namgoong clan?”
Namgoong Wan gave a fierce smile, revealing his teeth. A trail of sweat trickled down Advisor Kongson Bang’s forehead.
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“Ryuchung’s will is the Namgoong clan’s, and the Namgoong clan is Ryuchung!”
I sighed as I focused underneath the red shade. In addition to other quick-witted folks, I was also looking in the same direction. It seemed they had no intention to hide the commotion in the observatory seats, nor could they afford to do so.
W̆ ё b̄ ň оv еl Е̄ n̂umа
A confrontation that could lead to a fight at any moment—this was all too familiar to me. In the past, Namgoong Ryuchung had always confronted the Martial Alliance led by Wi Jibaek in this manner. The Martial Alliance only pretended to be on your side and always held you back. But even when Mister Wan maintained his martial position and usurped Wi Jibaek from his position of Alliance head, a similar situation ensued. Perhaps always being in a fight was what made his clan the lead character. But I wasn’t planning on letting that happen this time.
I got up, channeled my energy into my feet, and leaped up. With a light landing sound, the hem of my clothes fluttered and slowly sank back down. And in front of me was Yayul.
The monk, who hadn’t yet managed to climb down from the arena, said in a panic-stricken voice, “Miss Baengri? What are you doing?”
I brushed my hair aside and leisurely walked across the arena.
“What do you think I’m doing? Only the finals remain.”
“True, but…”
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Yayul’s bored eyes came back to life. From them, I could tell he was smiling.
“Good,” he said, as though he’d read my mind.
I left the baffled monk behind and raised my sword.
“I, Baengri Yeon of the Baengri clan, challenge Red Night to a final duel.”
The monk gasped. “What do you—!”
The moment I stepped into the arena, the crowd was focusing back on it.
W̆ е̌ b n̆ ӧ v̌ еl̀ .Е̄n̈ ũ m а̊
“Huh? What’s going on?”
“Are they proceeding with the finals just like that?”
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Everyone, including Mister Wan, Immemorial Jinyin, others underneath the red shade, and even Namgoong Ryuchung, who had left the stage, turned their attention to the arena.
Yayul drew his sword and pointed it at me.
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