Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 143

Bu Seung-man’s expression, moments before so genial, went rigid.
He turned to his manager, his voice cold.
“Ban that viewer.”

-Wow, there are still people who don’t know better
-Mention the international competition record in this room and you get kicked out?
-Must be a newbie lol goodbye lol
-Go! You should never touch a man’s reverse scale!
Watching the viewers’ reactions, it seemed these bans happened often.
International competition record.
Career total: zero wins.
The joke “Bu Seung-man” was bearable enough,
but mentioning that fact was grounds for instant removal.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from such remarks in the future. I’m human too—feelings get hurt. Besides, I’m not at an age where estrogen comes naturally, am I?”
Bu Seung-man affected a bright tone,
but inwardly he heaped curses upon the “Well in a Frog.”
‘No matter what you tell these bastards not to do, they go right ahead and do it.’
If he left them alone, they’d come back with more barbs: “He didn’t train hard enough back then,” “He was always running off to shoot commercials.”
In truth, there was nothing entirely false about it.
The Singularities’ lack of dedication was a tradition stretching back to the beginning.
In a sense, it was a culture that founding members like Bu Seung-man himself had helped create.
“Well then, let’s keep the winning streak going.”
Bu Seung-man pressed the Ready button and whispered a silent prayer.
Please, just don’t let him face a Singularity.
Even at the same Gold Rank, the gap between a Singularity and an ordinary user was vast.
He couldn’t feed the viewers a red pill while the mood was still good.
The red pill that he was no longer in the same league as them.
“Mm!”
So he was pleased.
An unfamiliar nickname had appeared on the screen—one he’d never seen before.
“Gwanjong Cheonma.”
A new face fresh to Gold Rank.
Bu Seung-man exulted inwardly.
It was time to show off his specialty once more—”authoritarian commentary.”
“Players at Gold Rank operate on an entirely different level than anyone you’ve faced so far. You’ll need to be on your guard.”
At Bu Seung-man’s words, the viewers erupted with enthusiasm.
-Here it comes! Here comes the patronizing lecture!
-Ugh, look at that grandstanding, haha, hahahaha
-Acting all wise before trying to destroy him, lol
-Gwanjong Cheonma? I feel like I’ve seen that ID before
-Every time I hear Bu Seung-man being authoritarian, it gives me flashbacks to school, PTSD;;
Former National Representative.
Ex-Singularity.
A long-standing pillar of the Gold Rank.
Perfect conditions to intoxicate himself with faded glory.
“Since you’ve only just climbed into the Gold Rank, how ardent you must be feeling? It’s both duty and dignity for a senior to cool such heat, wouldn’t you say?”
Gwanjong Cheonma simply took his stance with a murmur of respect.
Tsk.
What a tedious fellow.
Bu Seung-man had meant to give him an inch, but changed his plan and came at him hard from the opening.
And then,
“Hoo-ah!”
A Bungta strike from Gwanjong Cheonma caught him flush.
“Wheeze!”
His face went deathly pale.
The impact Bu Seung-man took was beyond imagination.
To allow an unexpected blow like that?
Of course that happened, but there was a deeper reason.
‘Hyper Motion?’
A critical hit judgment that only activates when commands are executed twice as fast.
And it came bursting from the hands of a newcomer who’d only just climbed into the Gold Rank.
‘That’s impossible……!’
He admitted it.
Caught up in his authoritarian performance, he’d used a technique with massive delay.
The opponent was Gold Rank too; they could have caught such a delay.
But,
”Hyper Motion’ is something else entirely……!’
That only came from game prodigies who’d repeated the same motion endlessly.
In other words, something only Singularities could pull off.
As for himself, retired as he was, he’d see it once or twice a year if he was lucky.
In days long past.
A judgment infinitely more demanding than the “Swift Wind” he’d shown in the Soe-gwon arcade.
Bu Seung-man’s astonishment at Hae-rang’s Hyper Motion Bungta was hardly surprising.
Thump-thump-thump!
There was no time to marvel.
Gwanjong Cheonma, having landed a clean hit, was bearing down on him like an enraged bull.
“Tsk!”
Bu Seung-man gritted his teeth and glared at Gwanjong Cheonma.
With the Running judgment already on his back, the initiative belonged to Gwanjong Cheonma.
Usually in such situations, there were two possibilities.
He’d use the momentum of his charge to barrel straight in with his full body,
Or he’d glide forward with a Sliding move, targeting low.
Bu Seung-man was on the defensive, but he hadn’t forgotten what he needed to do.
His keen gaze fixed on Hae-rang’s eyes.
A flicker.
‘Below!’
Bu Seung-man read Hae-rang’s gaze in an instant.
The keen eye that read the opponent’s gaze and discerned their attack route.
That was the element which had once carried Bu Seung-man to the National Team.
In a game where high, middle, and low attacks were essentially all there was,
The ability to predict an opponent’s strike was an enormous advantage.
Bounce.
Bu Seung-man’s Yoshimitsu sprang upward, landing on the sword.
To the untrained eye, it looked like the “Sky-Hop” move.
The official name was the Mine Position.
For those unfamiliar with it, the sight seemed almost comical,
But that judgment was anything but a joke.
Bu Seung-man’s sword possessed invincible hit detection on low attacks.
The one launching the attack would instead take the Counter Judgment.
Bu Seung-man had read Gwanjong Cheonma’s gaze directed downward.
If he charged forward with momentum and executed a Sliding attack, Gwanjong Cheonma would be the one taking the hit.
Screech!
“!”
Yet the charging Gwanjong Cheonma suddenly ground to a halt.
A braking so violent it left the skid marks of a sports car in its wake.
He wasn’t Sliding.
He wasn’t even attempting a head butt.
He was simply repeating a movement he’d performed countless times before.
Very quickly.
And with perfect precision!
“Ooh-ah!”
Crash!
“Gack!”
The impact of a massive log materializing and driving through him!
Bu Seung-man’s Yoshimitsu flew off into the distance once more.
A single enormous exclamation mark hung above his head.
The Hyper Motion judgment had triggered again.
-Wow! Two Hyper Motions in a row?
-DDDDDD What is this guy doing?
-Even once is hard, doing it twice;;;?
-Bu Seung-man get your head in the game!ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
If he could answer, he would.
He’d been keeping his head in the game all along.
Even if drowsiness tried to creep in, one Bungta like that would snap him back as sharply as an ice-cold shower.
‘My Health Points……!’
Bu Seung-man’s health had dwindled to barely one-third.
When Hyper Motion triggered, it applied critical hit detection,
and additional damage stacked on top of the original skill’s power.
Bungta was already infamous within Iron Fist for its savage damage output.
With the extra damage layered on, this was literally a scream-inducing situation.
His health was one thing.
But what had just happened made no sense.
‘That bastard was definitely…… looking downward……!’
As he charged, his gaze and head were both directed low.
So how had he stopped without Sliding and unleashed the Bungta instead?
He wanted nothing more than to ask immediately.
But it was impossible.
Because the bastard was charging at him again like a runaway locomotive.
‘This is driving me insane.’
The same pattern kept repeating.
Getting hit by Bungta and flying backward.
Then getting hit by Bungta again.
A normal Bungta wouldn’t send someone flying this far.
But a Bungta amplified by Hyper Motion created a distance of over ten meters with every solid hit.
The situation kept tipping in Gwanjong Cheonma’s favor over and over.
‘He knows…… he knows everything…… !’
Bu Seung-man was certain of it.
The bastard had used a fake.
His own brilliant past.
The history of Singularity Bu Seung-man, the one they called ‘the Eye of God’,
the bastard definitely knew it.
That’s why he could pull off a sophisticated fake like this.
A glance.
Once more.
Gwanjong Cheonma’s gaze turns downward again.
Bu Seung-man had to make a choice.
Was Gwanjong Cheonma deploying another high-level fake,
Or maybe he simply wasn’t looking at anything in particular.
Bu Seung-man chose the former,
and that judgment was sound.
Screech!
Once again, Gwanjong Cheonma remained rooted in place.
Then he twisted his torso, tracing a rapid semicircle.
It was the command motion for Bungta.
“Not this time! You bastard!”
Bu Seung-man adopted a parrying stance.
The skill known as “Flowing.”
Given that his health was already running critically low,
any ordinary counterattack wouldn’t be enough to turn the match around.
His plan was to flow through the Bungta and then unleash Yoshimitsu’s most devastating combo.
Thwack!
Bu Seung-man raised both hands into a parrying motion.
But,
nothing happened.
“What…?”
The straight punch that should have arrived never came.
Bu Seung-man felt as though reality itself had been stripped away.
Why, exactly.
Why did impossible things keep happening?
Thrum-m-m.
The air around him seemed to condense.
Bu Seung-man’s face drained of all color.
This was no dream.
It was undeniable reality.
Bu Seung-man had chosen the wrong answer,
and now he had to face its cruel consequence.
The gaping opening that emerged from a failed parry.
That was the reality Bu Seung-man now had to accept.
“Hyah-aah!”
Boom!
“Gaaaaah!”
Bu Seung-man’s body flew skyward, forming a giant question mark in the air.
This cartoonish flourish was the “Finish” sequence triggered by Iron Fist Nine.
Bu Seung-man, struck by Bungta enhanced with “Hyper Motion,” became one with the stars above.
Now he truly was a star in that sky.
Whoooosh.
White smoke rose in wisps from Hae-rang’s fist as the Bungta landed.
Three uses of “Hyper Motion.”
Such inhuman movement could only mean he’d unleashed the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
And yet,
“Hah.”
Hae-rang’s breathing was steady.
He felt none of the heat that came with using the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Which meant he hadn’t used it at all.
Hae-rang had simply polished the technique.
He had repeated “Bungta” countless times, again and again and again.
A famous blade forged over a thousand years.
To Hae-rang, the Bungta technique was precisely that—a masterwork beyond measure.
-Dorat Man lololololololololol
-is this guy insane gggggggg
-he beat Bu Seung-man! And Perfect too!
-Oh my god…
-I thought he had a shot, but that was complete domination!
-Bu Seung-man! Snap out of it! This isn’t an international match!
-Fool. Wherever Gwanjong Cheonma is—that is the “World Class.”
-Ahh! This is why we watch Gwanjong and Iron Fist. So satisfying!
-Wait. How many attacks just now? Just three?
-OOH Three times with Bungta alone
-And only with ‘Hyper Motion’ at that.
A ranked match in the Iron Fist Nine.
In the first set, Hae-rang pulled off a Perfect victory—a spectacular feat.
The process was remarkably simple and devastating.
Three Bungttas in succession.
It was the moment the legendary ‘Triple Bungta Curry’ finally graced the Iron Fist Nine.

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