A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 135

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Chapter 135
“How dare this insolent girl…!”
Dang Cheon Gang concentrated his inner force into the soles of his feet and sprang into the air with explosive power.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
He circled around Hong Seol at a speed as if he were riding an invisible chariot.
His movements were so swift that the spectators struggled to turn their heads and follow him.
His technique was nothing short of miraculous.
Just as it seemed he was turning left, he would suddenly appear from the right.
The spectators gasped in awe at Dang Cheon Gang’s ever-changing lightness technique, as if he were riding the wind itself.
“As expected of Young Master Dang Cheon Gang!”
“That’s how the Wind Display Step should be executed, indeed!”
Yet Hong Seol, the actual opponent, remained unshaken. Her feet stayed firmly planted on the ground.
She simply sharpened her vision and quietly tracked Dang Cheon Gang with her eyes.
“I’m so anxious I can barely see!”
“At this rate, Young Master Dang Cheon Gang’s hidden weapon will come crashing down in an instant—what is she thinking?!”
The worried spectators clenched their fists and whispered their concerns.
But in that moment.
Hong Seol’s mind was far calmer than anyone else present.
This was because Dok Bi Jo’s teachings echoed vividly in her mind.
“Furball, dealing with that child Dang Cheon Gang is quite simple. Remember just three things.”
Hearing those words from the Bamboo Forest, Hong Seol blinked uncertainly.
What might be easy for Dok Bi Jo—or rather, her elder sister—might not be so easy for her.
“First, you must strike at the openings.”
“How do I do that?”
“Before the children of the great families engage in martial combat, they memorize the techniques their opponents will display and study countermeasures. So showcase a martial technique that Dang Cheon Gang has never seen before!”
“But in just four days…?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve prepared something perfectly suited for you, my cat-type human.”
To the child who tilted her head with a puzzled expression, Dok Bi Jo continued her explanation.
Teaching a new martial technique in four days left little time.
“Second, you must bind her feet.”
“Her feet?”
“Most of the Dang Family’s martial techniques specialize in long-range attacks. So once you bind her feet, you’ve essentially already won half the battle.”
“But how?”
Hong Seol asked with a troubled expression.
Though her inner force had grown tremendously through the Body Refinement technique, it wasn’t yet strong enough to suppress an opponent with killing intent.
“Don’t you have a weapon?”
“Are you referring to the binding chain that Young Master Dang Bo Young lent me?”
“Yes, throw it and bind that ginger-looking boy from the Dang Family tightly.”
“But I’ve heard that Young Master Dang Cheon Gang is quite agile. Even if I throw the binding chain, he’ll dodge it immediately.”
“There will be a moment when he cannot possibly evade the binding chain.”
“Pardon?”
“It’s the moment you show him something unexpected.”
“Unexpected? What do you mean….”
“For example, what if you told him you’ve taken a liking to him?”
“Wha—?”
A strange sound escaped Hong Seol’s lips as she flustered.
Dok Bi Jo let out a soft chuckle.
“A kind of heart-racing moment, you could say. If a cute thing like you confessed to him, no one could keep their wits about them during a match, I’d wager.”
“N-no, that won’t do!”
“Why not? There’s nothing in this world better than victory.”
“Still, I can’t do that.”
Watching Hong Seol shake her head with all her might, Dok Bi Jo suppressed laughter that threatened to burst forth.
She could sense Nam Goong Baek in the distance, swinging his sword with his ears perked up attentively.
It was amusing, but if Nam Goong Baek continued to lose focus like this, the very purpose of his training would deteriorate.
It was time to stop teasing and reveal the real answer.
“Then what if you dodged all of that technique he’s so proud of—the Torrential Blossom Blade—and left him utterly spellbound?”
“M-me?”
At those words, Hong Seol sprang to her feet. Yet curiosity had kindled within her in that same instant.
“Can I really dodge that technique?”
“Of course. With the inner strength I’ve taught you and a bit of technique….”
“Technique?”
“All of a warrior’s movements begin from the feet. If you know how your opponent’s feet move….”
Dok Bi Jo’s eyes gleamed for a moment.
“You’ll know when they’re about to throw their hidden blades.”
Upon the Martial Arts Arena, in that instant, I saw it.
Dang Cheon Gang’s feet, circling around me, pressing down upon the Blue Stone in a manner different from usual.
Whoooosh!
In that same moment, countless hidden blades erupted from Dang Cheon Gang’s sleeves.
My eyes widened.
“The Torrential Blossom Blade!”
Those sharp edges all converged upon me relentlessly.
“Now!”
Whip, whip!
I gripped the end of the Binding Chain Whip in my left hand while seizing the chain near the metal weight with my right, spinning it with great force.
Clang, clang, clang!
Several hidden blades ricocheted off the chain infused with inner strength, clattering to the ground.
Seeing this, Nam Goong Ho doubted his own eyes.
“…She’s not the Seol Ah from before!”
Before she was kidnapped by Dok Bi Jo, she could barely lift the Binding Chain Whip.
Now she wielded it with such freedom and ease, as though twirling chopsticks in her fingers.
This wasn’t something that could be achieved through mere training alone.
Collaborative combat technique.
The term materialized simultaneously in the minds of Nam Goong Ho and Dang Yi Mu.
There was no other way to explain the current situation.
Watching the two men standing slack-jawed, Tian Tong Gai drained his cup with a triumphant expression.
“What did I tell you? That old woman helps the children when she helps them—she’s not the type to sabotage them.”
Meanwhile, on the Martial Arts Arena.
Two flying blades continued to streak toward Hong Seol from behind.
Whoosh!
Hong Seol concentrated her inner force into her feet and leaped skyward this time.
Clang!
In that instant, two flying blades collided beneath Hong Seol’s feet, scattering sparks in a brilliant cascade.
“Impossible!”
Dang Cheon Gang’s eyes—thin as knife scars on ginger—widened in a rare display of shock.
‘Is this the moment?’
Just as Hong Seol steadied herself mid-air and prepared to hurl her binding chain weight.
Whoosh.
A sharp whistle of cleaving air reached Hong Seol’s ear.
‘Oh!’
Landing on the ground, Hong Seol arched her body backward without hesitation.
Her palms pressed against the Blue Stone floor beneath her.
Thud!
In the blink of an eye.
Whoooosh!
Three razor-sharp flying blades slashed across Hong Seol’s exposed abdomen.
“Ah!”
Hong Seol flipped to her feet and returned to her stance, quickly inspecting her belly.
Fortunately, only her garment had been torn; her skin remained unharmed.
“That was close—I almost fell victim to the paralytic poison!”
But in doing so, she’d lost her chance to throw the binding chain weight.
Hong Seol bit her lower lip finely. She needed to find another approach.
‘…They say the Dang Family’s martial arts shine at range.’
Then!
Hong Seol glanced back at Dang Cheon Gang, wrapped the binding chain weight around her waist, and charged forward with her fingernails extended fiercely on both hands.
‘I couldn’t throw the binding chain weight, but if I close in and settle this at close range, that works!’
“Haaah!”
The tips of Hong Seol’s charging nails gleamed white with inner force.
“What—what is this!”
Dang Cheon Gang, caught off guard, countered with his palm technique.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
In a flash, the two exchanged more than fifty strikes. Yet neither gained the upper hand.
Crack!
As Dang Cheon Gang attempted to retreat, I seized his collar with lightning speed.
“This…!”
Dang Cheon Gang tried to shake off my grip, but I had no intention of releasing the fabric I’d claimed.
“If you won’t end this…!”
“Ah!”
As Dang Cheon Gang’s palm strike came toward my chest, I twisted my body to evade it.
In the same motion, I raked my nails fiercely across his solid shoulder.
Splurt!
Blood sprayed forth.
“This… this can’t be!”
Only then did Dang Cheon Gang, freed from my grip, stagger backward a few steps.
The wound was not deep, but the symbolism of drawing blood weighed heavily.
“It seems Nam Goong Seol is not gaining the advantage, does it?”
Murmurs from the crowd drifted up to the Martial Arts Arena.
“Damn it…!”
Dang Cheon Gang’s face flushed crimson with rage—so intensely that one might think his face, not his shoulder, had been scratched.
Yet I remained in my lowered stance, my guard unwavering.
‘The decisive victory hasn’t come yet! I can’t afford to relax now.’
Above all, next time Dang Cheon Gang would never give me another opening to seize his collar.
‘Then…!’
I would have to use the ‘third method’ that Dok Bi Jo had taught me.
Dang Cheon Gang’s ragged breathing was perfectly timed for it.
“I won’t let this stand!”
Dang Cheon Gang gritted his teeth and drew upon his inner power.
The next instant.
He launched himself skyward. I refused to be outdone, pushing off the ground and taking flight.
“Prepare yourself!”
Dang Cheon Gang’s fierce palm strike hurtled toward me. His excitement had doubled his speed beyond his usual pace.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
In mere seconds, we exchanged more than twenty strikes in midair before landing on the ground, separated by five zhang.
And…
“Ugh…”
I let out a stifled groan.

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