Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 145

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Episode 145
—Kyah! This one’s a blast!
—Wow, they’re not even in the same league lol
—How is it that he landed so few hits across two whole rounds
—Real talk, even a fluke would’ve gotten him one clean shot;;;b
—Bu Seung-man got destroyed ㅠㅠ
—Those intoxicated by past glory are already dead!
—Nonviolent resistance! The Gandhi of Iron Fist!
—Retired or not, is this really how it should go? lol
Hae-rang’s back-to-back victories had transformed the chat window into something like a festival.
The way he handled Blood Burst was nothing short of divine technique.
—Why does Uncle Bob come to mind every time I see Hae-rang?
—Blood Burst is a problem? Don’t block the attacks—just evade them!
—How about that! Easy, right?
—Honestly, evasion is supposed to be much harder than blocking;;but he pulls it off like instant curry;;b
—Yeah lol just avoid for ten seconds and Blood Burst fades fast, but we didn’t know that lol
—Watching it feels like riding a roller coaster ㄷㄷ barely dodging every attack
—This is driving me crazy to watch, so Bu Seung-man must be losing his mind lol
While one side was celebrating,
the other was holding a funeral.
Bu Seung-man’s chat window, defeated so helplessly, had grown completely subdued.
Some viewers turned angry.
—Bu Seung-man’s skill really dropped ㅡㅡ
—Talked big game, but couldn’t land a single hit? lol
—Who’s teaching who here;;b
—Barely made Gold Rank and already doing this… shameful
—I’m embarrassed on his behalf, face is burning lolol;;b
—Don’t rust, Bu Seung-man ㅠㅠ Don’t rot, Bu Seung-man ㅠㅠ
—Anyone who watched that pummeling and remembered the old Capsule Cup, drop an upvote lol
“Ban that guy.”
As they prepared for the third set, Bu Seung-man barked out the order.
But his voice had been so quiet
that the Manager didn’t hear him properly.
So Bu Seung-man shouted again, this time with fury.
“Damn it! I said ban that bastard!”
The Manager quickly banned the viewer who’d brought up the Capsule Cup.
The chat’s mood shifted sharply for the worse.
—What? Why ban them
—The Capsule Cup reference is allowed, right? Did the rules change?
—No rule change ㅇㅇ seems like he just banned whoever he felt like
—lol the old temper’s back
—Real talk, here we go with the screaming fits again, huh?
—Bu Seung-man’s a disappointment;; I thought he at least kept some standards
The viewers’ criticism poured in, but Bu Seung-man said nothing.
Or rather—he couldn’t say anything. That was the more accurate way to put it.
Because at this very moment, the person most bewildered was Bu Seung-man himself.
‘What’s going on… how is any of this happening…!’
How could someone that strong not be with Singularity?
Even if he’d only just climbed to Gold Rank,
if there’d been any promise, Bu Seung-man would’ve reached out by now.
He’d have suggested he try out “Assassin Zero.”
Especially since Singularity had real expertise in fighting games—he absolutely would have contacted that guy.
For instance, it might have gone like this:
“Has Da-hong ever gotten in touch with you?”
“Huh?”
“After seeing your skill, did Da-hong or anyone else from Singularity ever contact you?!”
“Oh. Yes, they did.”
“I knew it! But then why didn’t you join Singularity?”
“Just… didn’t feel like it.”
“What?”
Bu Seung-man felt as if he’d been struck on the back of the head with a hammer by that simple, blunt answer.
You just don’t want to?
Singularity?
That position where you could seize wealth and honor simply by stepping foot inside?
Bu Seung-man recalled the time he’d been expelled from Singularity.
“Please! Just leave me out of this vote!”
“I’ll do whatever events you assign!”
“Is this how you treat your senior?”
But his juniors voted him out with merciless efficiency.
The reason: he hadn’t managed to win even a single set at the International Competition.
Damn bastards.
They couldn’t beat anyone either.
Yet that anger stemmed from his obsession with Singularity.
It was unlikely, but he had no doubt that if they called him back right now, he’d crawl on all fours to answer.
But this guy—
“You don’t want to? What’s your reason?”
“I already explained—I simply have no inclination. What am I supposed to do about that?”
“Huh……”
Bu Seung-man found himself at a loss for words.
It felt as though the mountain of common sense he’d accumulated all this time was collapsing in on itself.
So there actually existed people who simply didn’t feel like joining Singularity.
“You arrogant, presumptuous bastard! Think you’re something special! You’re so goddamn special!”
“Tch.”
Hae-rang swayed slightly before the match began.
Bu Seung-man’s eyes widened at the sight.
“What the hell are you doing now?”
“I’d rather you didn’t offer surprise praise when you don’t even like me.”
“Does this look like praise to you?”

The third set started with perfect timing.
But despite raising his voice, Bu Seung-man did not move recklessly.
His last two defeats were burned into his mind.
That guy’s reaction speed was beyond imagination.
He wasn’t the type to panic when faced with reckless aggression.
“……”
Bu Seung-man moved back and forth, gauging his opponent’s reach.
A heavy silence settled over the battlefield, filling it with thick tension.
‘How do I handle this?’
He couldn’t use God’s Eyes anymore.
Every time he read the guy’s gaze and reacted, a different attack came through.
It was a predator-prey relationship, in other words.
When Bu Seung-man remained still, Hae-rang began advancing with steady, purposeful steps.
‘Damn it……!’
Bu Seung-man suddenly felt a strange doubt.
Was Full Phoenix really that massive?
He’d never been a small fighter, but right now he felt a full head shorter.
It wasn’t the character skin, nor was Full Phoenix’s design unusually large in this series.
It was Bu Seung-man’s psyche—overwhelmed by fear.
He flinched.
With each step Hae-rang took, Bu Seung-man reacted more than necessary.
Even someone who knew nothing about fighting games could read the situation now.
Bu Seung-man was currently—
-look at him shaking lol lol lol lol
-why’d you come to my house~ why’d you come~
-backing up every time he approaches lol lol lol
-don’t retreat! stand and fight!
-is this really the same Bu Seung-man who was flexing before the match lol lol lol
Even though Hae-rang was approaching with virtually no guard,
Bu Seung-man couldn’t bring himself to attack.
He was too busy putting distance between them.
But the Iron Fist’s maps are all finite.
Like a boxing ring, once you retreat, there’s always an edge.
The chin.
Bu Seung-man’s back stumbles into something.
A wall built of solid brick.
It wasn’t the first time he’d touched the wall,
but today the sensation against his spine felt disturbingly cold.
‘Cornered at the wall already? And I haven’t even thrown a single attack?’
He’d been driven into the corner simply by the force of Hae-rang’s momentum.
It was maddening, how pathetic he felt,
yet no strategy came to mind.
Fighting games were about drawing from your hand of cards within the same window of time.
When one player’s reaction speed was this overwhelmingly superior,
it felt like he had one card while his opponent had ten.
Whoosh!
Toward the cornered rat, Hae-rang finally moved.
His upper body drew an arc with the fluidity of a wave, striking vigorously.
It was the Bung-ta command he’d grown sick of seeing throughout this match.
‘Just block it!’
He could parry and deflect it,
or meet it with a faster technique.
But Bu Seung-man chose the safer option over risk.
Bung-ta had a considerable delay after being blocked.
With his back to the wall, his body wouldn’t even be pushed back after the block,
so it was a reasonably sound choice.
However—
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hae-rang only assumed the command stance; his hand never extended.
Not the first time.
Not the second.
Not the third either!
Like an endless barrage of waves,
Hae-rang repeated the same motion.
‘This bastard…!’
Bu Seung-man’s face contorted with despair.
He understood perfectly well what lay hidden in those movements.
Bu Seung-man’s viewers let out a collective groan.
-Wow… he’s caught in the Infinite Wave
-Is this really the kind of humiliation you dish out;;;
-Isn’t that the move you use to toy with people in normal games?
-For fuck’s sake, do something Bu Seung-man!
-You’re already down two perfect defeats!
Act as though executing a technique while doing nothing.
Keep inputting the command all the while.
When the opponent uses the Infinite Wave like this, a clean hit deals damage.
You can’t block while inputting commands.
Simpler logic than elementary school arithmetic.
Yet Bu Seung-man couldn’t bring himself to strike, even though it was obvious.
The wave’s movements were too swift and too dazzling,
and he was terrified to attack.
‘Damn it. I don’t know.’
He couldn’t just watch the Infinite Wave indefinitely.
A few more seconds and this humiliation would be all over YouTube—both Korean and overseas.
Just as Bu Seung-man was about to swing,
“Oooh-ah!”
Full Phoenix, who’d been doing nothing but the dizzying wave,
suddenly let out a thunderous battle cry.
Had he anticipated Bu Seung-man’s counterattack?
No.
He had simply reacted to Bu Seung-man’s response.
Crash!
“Ungh!”
Before Bu Seung-man could even move the sword’s handle,
a blazing Straight Punch—hot as a furnace—slammed into his chest.
Another massive exclamation mark appeared above Bu Seung-man’s head.
Despite pulling out Bung-ta midway through the Infinite Wave,
the Hyper Motion judgment still applied.
Crack!
Normally, he should have flown far back.
But unluckily for Bu Seung-man, there was no more space left.
The impact of Bung-ta sent his body crashing into the wall.
When cornered against a wall like this and hit with a heavy attack,
the character enters a temporary Groggy state.
For Full Phoenix,
what’s the best attack against a defenseless opponent?
“Hoo-aah!”
Boom!
Another explosive Bung-ta!
A dizzying blow that made you wonder if there was a single intact organ left in the body.
The wall, having absorbed the impact of Bung-ta twice in rapid succession, seemed to shake its head in surrender.
Crunch!
As the brick wall crumbled, Bu Seung-man’s body shot upward into the air.
Toward Bu Seung-man, rebounding away from Hae-rang,
the same battle cry rang out once more.
“Hoo-aah!”
Crash!
At this point, anyone would be thinking, “I give up.”
Although Combo judgment applied and damage wasn’t dealt at 100%,
taking Bung-ta three times in a row was enough to make your stomach churn.
But Hae-rang’s Combo wasn’t finished yet.
Striking Yoshimitsu, who had been knocked backward, with Bung-ta,
his body spun like a windmill in midair.
Thud!
Hae-rang’s Upper prevented Yoshimitsu from falling.
And he unleashed the final blow of this Combo
“Hoo-aah!”
Crash!
At this point, you’d probably have a seizure just hearing the “hoo-aah” sound in your sleep.
The Combo that started with Bung-ta ended with the fourth Bung-ta strike.
Bu Seung-man, hit by the Hyper Combo’s Bung-ta four times in quick succession.
No matter how unreal the impact was supposed to be,
the accumulated damage was enough to affect reality itself.
And in such cases, the system steps in directly.
<K.O.!>
<Full Phoenix WIN!>
<PERFECT!!>
<Anti-Shock activates!>
<Forcibly disconnecting ‘Bu Seung-man’!>
<‘Bu Seung-man’ has logged out!>
Bu Seung-man, with Anti-Shock activated.
His connection to the game severed automatically.
Three losses in a row.
All of them Perfect Defeats.
Being a mechanism designed to shield from shock,
he could reconnect at any time.
And he could even request a Rematch with his previous opponent.
…….
Hae-rang waited a moment for Bu Seung-man’s next challenge.
It had been the last game before ending the broadcast,
but if Bu Seung-man wanted revenge, he was willing to grant him a rematch.
But still,
“It looks like he won’t be coming back, after all.”
Bu Seung-man did not return.
The Tekken Game window on screen remained silent.
Like the Viewers, struck speechless by Hae-rang’s performance.

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