Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 50
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Chapter 50
If they came expecting a free meal, wouldn’t it be enough to prevent them from getting one?
In other words, he just needed to make it difficult.
“If you want a sparring match, I should accommodate you.”
“Ooh…!”
“You have more spirit than I expected.”
He would provide the sparring itself.
If he restricted even this, the backlash would be significant.
Reduce the backlash, but raise his value here.
“However, don’t I only have one body to spar with everyone?”
“Hmm…”
“There are limits, you see.”
“So what are you suggesting?”
He gave them a moment to pause with perfectly reasonable logic.
Then, as if their hearts were heating up.
“Are you asking for money? If that’s it, I can pay plenty!”
“Betting matches? Good!”
“I like that too!”
These crazy people even made sparring matches into betting targets.
Betting matches.
Something that could never happen in the Orthodox Martial Arts World. However, in the Hangzhou Martial World where Evil Sects held sway, it was a common occurrence.
‘There are Martial Artists obsessed with betting too.’
There were those who only did betting matches.
They made a living from it, apparently.
Since Hangzhou was a place where all sorts of eccentrics gathered, it wasn’t strange.
“I don’t plan to gamble with money.”
“Eh. You don’t seem to understand.”
“No. I absolutely won’t do money betting.”
Jung Myeong refused this.
‘I have enough money.’
Even if he didn’t have enough, he had no intention of money betting.
He had absolutely no intention of turning the Medical Clinic he had worked hard to establish into a gambling den.
“Then you want money as payment? That’s not betting, is it?”
“I won’t take money either.”
Money games that weren’t betting were the same.
Did they think it was neither this nor that?
A large Martial Artist with a long scar on his face spoke with dissatisfaction.
“Hmm… Then what are you suggesting?”
The answer to this was simple.
“You don’t necessarily have to bet only money.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll accept the sparring matches, so try betting something more precious than money.”
“Hm? What do you mean by that? Is there something more precious than money?”
He intended to make them bet something more valuable.
“Don’t you have time? I’ll take time as payment for sparring.”
That was time itself.
The problem was how to use time as payment.
“Huh? What does that mean?”
“I don’t understand…”
To the Martial Artists who didn’t understand, Jung Myeong immediately explained his method.
“If you lose in sparring, you work for the Medical Clinic for a certain period. How about it?”
“How long?”
“Three months!”
Instead of money, spend time working for the Medical Clinic.
How could there not be backlash to this?
“What the hell!”
“Three months for one sparring match? Does that make any sense?!”
“Then what are you offering as payment?!”
Backlash poured out immediately.
However, it wouldn’t last long.
“Am I not accommodating your request even though there’s no need for sparring? If you don’t like it, leave.”
“Grr…”
“Won’t you take money?”
“No. Absolutely not. I’ll only spar with those who agree to this condition.”
It wasn’t sparring that he had requested in the first place.
Wasn’t the whole situation set up because they wanted it?
There was no reason for Jung Myeong to pay a price in this situation.
Did they think he was being unreasonable?
“Geez, if you don’t want to do it, just say you don’t want to. It’s not like you’re playing games with people.”
“Hah….”
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it.”
“Hmm….”
Perhaps reading the atmosphere and deciding it wouldn’t work.
Several naturally stepped back.
Meaning they had no intention of sparring this way.
But there were those who found it tempting.
‘Wouldn’t it be fine if we just win?’
‘It might be okay?’
These were those who thought they had a chance of winning.
However, no one stepped forward immediately.
It was due to unnecessary defiance. They seemed to think their pride would be hurt if they stepped forward according to Jung Myeong’s setup.
As if Jung Myeong couldn’t read that.
‘Is there a need to drag out more time here?’
He had no intention of dragging out more time here.
If things continued like this, there would be those who’d bring up unnecessary words and change the situation.
‘There’s no reason to make things more tiresome.’
He wanted absolutely no methods other than buying time.
So he provoked them outright.
“Is it because you’re not confident you can win? Are you all scared?”
He scratched their pride directly.
“What!? Let’s have that spar!”
“Hey! Me first! I’ll go first!”
The effect of the provocation was tremendous.
* * *
People gathered. So many that they had to draw lots to determine the order.
“Wooooo! I’m first!”
The one who drew the first turn was a familiar face.
It was the man with a large scar on his face who had first expressed dissatisfaction with Jung Myeong.
‘I heard his name was Jang Gang-geom?’
What a grandiose name. The reason for such self-given nicknames was obvious.
‘Showing off, I see.’
The point wasn’t the nickname itself. It was a matter of whether others acknowledged it or not.
Even if he called himself the world’s greatest swordsman, without others’ recognition, he’d only become an object of ridicule.
“Kuhehe. How should we do this? I think I’ll finish it in one go.”
Jang Gang-geom stepped forward with his sword.
His bravado was strong too.
‘His nervousness is showing completely.’
Even while showing it all outwardly.
Did he think others wouldn’t notice?
He spoke such ridiculous words while sweating profusely.
“I’ll give you three martial techniques.”
Giving martial techniques. A consideration that masters show to novices.
Saying this while holding up his sword looked pitiful.
He probably made the offer knowing Jung Myeong wouldn’t accept.
But who was Jung Myeong?
He was the epitome of being strong against the strong and weak against the weak.
“I’ll gratefully accept!”
“What!?”
“Here I come!”
Swoooosh-!
He immediately swung his sword. He didn’t even bring out the martial techniques of Three Origin Kill Sword.
“Horizontal Sky Sweep!”
One of the three martial techniques of Three Talents Sword Technique. A horizontal slash!
“Huh…!”
Panic filled Jang Gang-geom’s face as he saw it.
“Mount Tai Crushing Strike!”
Followed by a vertical slash!
“You bastard! Are you mocking me… Hah…! Huh…!”
A horizontal slash followed by a vertical slash.
Though simple on the surface, the mysteries contained within couldn’t be simple. Originally, Three Talents Sword Technique was treated as a third-rate basic martial art.
‘But if properly mastered, Three Talents Sword Technique becomes the foundation of swordsmanship.’
Now Jung Myeong had no intention of abandoning his commitment to the fundamentals.
Hadn’t he said that learning the sword path leading to the transcendent level had shown him new insights? The same was true for the Three Talents Sword Technique, which formed the foundation of swordsmanship.
Horizontal, vertical, thrusting.
How to put strength into these three.
How to embed the profound principles within them.
‘I can see it!’
Unlike before, he could see it.
Swoooosh—!
It was a sword imbued with his enlightenment.
While Jang Gang-geom had easily avoided the Horizontal Sky Sweep due to Jung Myeong’s consideration.
Jang Gang-geom could not avoid the second strike.
Clang!
In the end, he had no choice but to meet the sword head-on.
“This mere… Grrraaah…!”
He was greatly flustered by the sword force contained in Jung Myeong’s blade.
He had tried to deflect it in one stroke and launch a counterattack, but far from counterattacking, he was hard-pressed just to block the path of that moving sword.
Realizing he needed to use his full strength.
Just as he was about to add all his Internal Energy at once to push back the Mount Tai Crushing Strike.
“Uaaaah!”
Swish—
As if waiting for this moment, Jung Myeong’s sword withdrew.
This caused Jang Gang-geom’s body to lurch forward. Having used all his strength to push back the sword, when that sword disappeared, he lost his balance due to the remaining momentum.
Jung Myeong then unleashed his next Martial Technique.
“Immortal’s Pointing Path!”
“Gah…!”
The Immortal’s Pointing Path burst forth as if it had been waiting!
The profound principle contained in that sword entering with a thrust was the Swift Strike!
How could he overcome it?
Thruuust—!
Jung Myeong’s sword pierced into Jang Gang-geom’s chest area.
“Hng…!”
Was he going to die like this?
Jang Gang-geom panicked and could do nothing. At least not squeezing his eyes shut and not turning away from death was the best he could manage.
However, Jung Myeong had no intention of causing great bloodshed here either.
Riiip—!
He tore apart the Front Lapel of Jang Gang-geom’s chest. In that state, he pushed the Sword Blade in about half an inch. Just that far.
Who wouldn’t know that his move was within meticulous calculation?
“Hooo…”
“…Properly done.”
Even with the Three Talents Sword Technique, those who could read the profound principles contained within brightened their eyes with excitement.
Jang Gang-geom, who had faced him, realized he had been shown mercy.
“I am grateful for your compassion…!”
Thud.
He raised his cupped fists. For someone who had just regained his composure, it was a clean attitude.
‘Not like him?’
It might be because he recognized Jung Myeong’s skill.
But it was probably proof that while he had pretensions, his true nature wasn’t completely corrupt.
How could Jung Myeong not know this about him?
“I have learned a lesson.”
“…Thank you.”
Jung Myeong also showed cupped fists together, accepting his gesture.
With this, he had easily achieved one victory.
However, the matches he would fight today were not ending with this.
“Now, who’s next?”
There were still many remaining.
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