Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 151

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Episode 151
“Hyah!”
“Hyah!”
Thud!
Crack!
The chin, struck by the uppercut, snaps skyward.
Gazing at the crimson-stained sky, Jeon Mi-r muttered under his breath.
“Again…….”
The same situation was repeating with nauseating precision.
With a frame advantage in hand, Jeon Mi-r activated his skill first.
And Hae-rang drew the identical skill.
Naturally, the one who used the skill later fell behind.
But,
“Oah!”
“Oah!”
Boom!

Another simultaneous hit landed, and Hae-rang took the set victory.
Two consecutive set wins.
Jeon Mi-r had suffered defeat after defeat at the hands of Hae-rang, who wielded the same techniques.
Repeating collisions with identical skills at identical timings meant
it felt almost like fighting your own reflection.
“Damn it……!”
Jeon Mi-r’s face twisted in frustration.
He’d used the skill later, yet simultaneous timing had emerged.
That meant his opponent’s skill activation speed far exceeded his own.
Other skills were problematic, but especially—
‘Hyper Motion at 100% every time? That can’t be right.’
Every single time Bung-ta was cast, Hyper Motion appeared.
Even elite Singularities found this overwhelming.
Input the command motions flawlessly, at twice the speed—
one mistake and the risk was Bung-ta failing into some clumsy alternative, yet
Hae-rang’s movements carried not a trace of hesitation.
‘Damn it……. What do I do?’
He’d never imagined a match unfolding like this.
Every time he threw out a skill, his opponent drew the same one!
And whenever simultaneous hits landed, it was his own health that bled more.
Gwanjong Cheonma’s skill was faster, so damage calculations favored it heavily.
Speed and precision.
And power besides.
Even using the same technique, the results differed like heaven and earth.

Fighting a reflection in the mirror, but the Full Phoenix in the glass was far stronger.
If the skills were different, perhaps—
but the same character moving identically felt like a prison with no escape.
‘Damn you, Kim Si-hwan. What advantage were you talking about……!’
He’d completely forgotten that he himself had agreed with that assessment.
Jeon Mi-r hurled curses at the Singularity leader.
It grated on him.
That bastard was deliberately using bigger skills to cede initiative,
confident he could counter whatever Jeon Mi-r threw back.
Arrogant certainty that he’d never lose on speed.
Just as Jeon Mi-r had suspected, Hae-rang harbored no doubt in this matchup.
‘I’ve already matched the fastest blade of the Murim Alliance. Bung-ta from Jeon Mi-r is nothing.’
A martial sect that stood as the very symbol of swift swordcraft.
Bi-yeong, the greatest master of Jeomchang School, had dueled Hae-rang.
The match decided in a single exchange.
Because when Bi-yeong deployed Jeomchang School’s ultimate swift technique, Soul Reaver, Hae-rang simply ‘watched and copied it.’
Clang!
The crystalline clash that rang out that day sounded no different from the moment Jeomchang School fell to its knees.
Bi-yeong had shrugged, shoulders sagging, muttering that Hae-rang’s sword was faster than Jeomchang School’s, faster still than the Murim Alliance itself.
Crack!
With a deafening thunder, a crimson aura wrapped around Jeon Mi-r’s body.
Blood Burst—a skill usable only once per match.
Ordinarily, fighters saved it for the decisive moment,
but Jeon Mi-r had run out of ordinary options.
One more step backward, and he’d tumble straight off the cliff into the losers bracket.
Shh.
Recognizing Jeon Mi-r’s Blood Burst, Hae-rang smiled a crimson smile.
At that same instant, a red flash of lightning descended upon Hae-rang’s body.
Crack!
“You… you bastard!”
An old, ragged roar tore from Jeon Mi-r’s throat.
What was this—now copying Blood Burst too?
His crumpled face seemed to protest with every wrinkle.
‘Why wouldn’t I?’
The greatest victory in this world
is one with no variables.
In that sense, this mirror match was perfect for Hae-rang.
All he had to do was follow whatever his opponent did.
Whether it was a skill, a Blood Burst, or a final desperate struggle.
Thud-thud-thud!
Boom!
Simultaneous strikes, repeated with relentless precision.
Even the developer who created the game
would call it nonsense if anyone claimed simultaneous hits were intentional.
To land them, you had to read the frames frame-by-frame.
“Damn it all, you son of a bitch!”
Jeon Mi-r, mocked by the same pattern for three full sets.
As though saying what would be would be, he swung a final, desperate Bung-ta with the recklessness of all-or-nothing.
“Haaah!”
Hae-rang answered in kind, driving a burning Straight Punch forward.
There was one difference from before:
the Straight Punch was aimed directly at Jeon Mi-r’s fist.
Crash!
Two massive Straight Punches collided head-on down a perfectly straight line.
Then came a moment of silence.
Two Full Phoenix fighters stood motionless, fists pressed together as though by covenant.
A moment later.
Hae-rang raised a single index finger from his clenched fist.
Tap.
A finger flick carrying barely any force.
Yet to someone battered beyond recognition,
it felt stronger than a giant’s palm pushing him away.
Stagger!
Jeon Mi-r’s body lurched violently from that single flick.
Then, like a spinning top with its spin exhausted, he rotated halfway and crumpled.
Boom!
<K.O.>
<Attention-Seeking Heavenly Demon WIN>
<Set Score 3-0>
<Cheon Hae-rang has achieved match victory.>
<Cheon Hae-rang advances to the winners bracket.>
<Jeon Mi-r advances to the losers bracket.>
To someone unfamiliar with the game, it might have looked like a close contest.
Hae-rang’s HP dipped to less than a third after every set.
The difference you’d call a hairsbreadth.
But an expert who examined Iron Fist closely
would say that single sheet of paper held the gap between heaven and earth.
Whoosh!
The glass door slid open, and Hae-rang stepped out of the machine.
His expression was brighter than it had ever been.
Victory was one thing, but the fact that he hadn’t needed to use the Heavenly Demon Divine Art was equally encouraging.
There was still so much road ahead of him.
And something else, too—
‘Remarkably smooth.’
The capsule Hae-rang had used performed exceptionally well.
It seemed to be on par with a high-end capsule from the Kraft company—surpassing even a private capsule.
For Hae-rang, who had spent a whole month training in similar machines, it was perfectly comfortable terrain.
Getting the first button right made everything else fall into place.
Hae-rang drew a deep breath and savored the taste of victory.
“Cheon Hae-rang. We’ll move you to the winners bracket now.”
A staff member from the organizers approached and guided him to his seat.
A blue line drawn through the center of dozens of capsules.
Winners from the first round moved to the machine on the left; losers to the opposite side.
“Damn it……!”
A familiar curse reached Hae-rang’s ears.
Jeon Mi-r crossed the blue line into the losers bracket.
His face was crumpled like a used tissue.
* * *
An unstoppable advance.
No better way to describe the solo match record of Team Heavenly Demon Cult.

Team Heavenly Demon Cult’s record so far was perfect.
Not a single loss as they climbed higher and higher.
“Incredible…….”
Joint gasped in admiration as he watched his teammates.
When they trained together every day, familiarity had dulled his sense of it,
but seeing them in the preliminaries made it hit home.
They were monsters.
The opponents were Singularities who were themselves called geniuses,
yet they were being slaughtered as though they were ordinary people from some arcade.
‘Da-hong’s skills seem to have improved even more…….’
Ye Da-hong’s main event had always been the Iron Fist.
For the past year, she’d struggled with counter methods,
but after receiving a lesson from Hae-rang, she hadn’t lost first place in the internal Singularity evaluation matches.
With just a single day’s lesson she’d achieved such results,
so how much more had she grown from days of joint training?
And then—

In the winners bracket quarterfinals, she achieved a perfect victory against a Singularity—a stunning feat.
She had shed an old shell.
Now she had ascended to a realm where her former teammates couldn’t touch her.
‘If Da-hong shed her shell…… Hyeon-bin has practically been reborn.’

“Roooaaarrr!”
Ma Hyeon-bin roared with his victory clutched tight.
His usually cheerful voice had vanished without a trace,
replaced by the growl of some beast.
It was because the character he had chosen was not human.
“Kwuo!”
An animal character modeled after a panda.
The character Ma Hyeon-bin was using in this qualifying tournament was none other than
‘Fubao.’
‘He’s not called a genius among geniuses for nothing. To move like that with Fubao…….’
That thought was shared by more than just Joint.
Shin Ju-seung, a Singularity who had lost to Ma Hyeon-bin in the winners bracket,
approached him with straw-colored hair streaming behind him.
“Hey, Ma Hyeon-bin!”
“Ju-seung?”
“What’s going on? When did you switch your main character?”
“Oh. You mean Fubao?”
“Yeah! You used to only play Wind God School types like Kazuma or Chin.”
Shin Ju-seung acted as if he’d been betrayed or struck from behind.
It was understandable, in a way.
Even during the internal evaluation matches at Singularity, he’d never once seen a hair on that panda.
“Were you planning this from the start? Hide Fubao in the evaluation match and show it in the solo tournament! Now I see it—leaving Singularity was all part of your plan, wasn’t it? Crafty little thing!”
“That’s…… not true.”
What would it have been like in the past?
Ma Hyeon-bin would have just shrunk back and stayed silent, regardless of whether what they said was true.
But now Ma Hyeon-bin had decided not to do that anymore.
[People who don’t act their age are the ones most quick to invoke it.]
That’s what Hae-rang had said.
With such people, there was no need to back down.
“You never really paid attention to me in the first place. You only talked to me when you wanted tips on Kazuma.”
“You little…!”
“You’re misunderstanding. I only trained Fubao intensively after I left Singularity.”
“What? You raised Fubao to that level in such a short time?”
“Yes. Because someone told me it was entirely possible for me to do it.”
Ma Hyeon-bin smiled brightly.
Even now, thinking of that moment made his heart race.
[You want me to practice Fubao?]
[That’s right.]
[Why? My brothers said Fubao’s stats were too low.]
[There’s no grand reason. It’s just that,]
When you played Fubao,
your face looked its best.
Hae-rang’s advice had been like a small flutter of wings.
But that flutter had transformed into a tempest that shook Ma Hyeon-bin to his core.
The first character he’d chosen when he first played Iron Fist.
The one that had taught this boy, who loved animals dearly, the joy of Iron Fist.
[Even if the performance is bad?]
[Full Phoenix’s performance isn’t exactly stellar either.]
[Oh…….]
[What if you played a character that makes your heart race—not because of stats, but because of what it means to you?]
The smile on Ma Hyeon-bin’s face held genuine delight in it.
A soaring joy he could never have gotten from his brothers at Singularity.
“Don’t lie! At least make your lies believable!”
Ma Hyeon-bin said nothing more in reply.
Singularity was nothing but the past now.
A bright and hopeful future awaited him.
A future by the name of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult!
“Hae-rang! Fighting!”
The leader of that very Heavenly Demon Divine Cult
stood on the brink of his final battle.

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