Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 174

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Episode 174
The unthinkable had happened.
Rabio, Italy’s Iron Fist National Representative,
had lost to a gamer he’d never seen before.
And to a Black Tier player at that.
In place of a reeling Rabio, still dizzy from the Bungta impact,
his viewers poured out the emotion instead.
Shock, pure shock.
-Damn it! I really lost!
-What the hell am I watching?
-Hey Rabio! What are you doing?
-Not only did he pick Full Phoenix, he actually won!
-Is this how he plays after raking in donations? This is pathetic!
-This is outright fraud!
-Even Pogba, who went to Manchester United, never pulled a stunt like this AHAHA!
“Don’t cross the line. He’s not that bad.”
Rabio clearly took the jab at Pogba’s name to heart.
He rose from his seat with a low growl.
Then his gaze turned murderous as he fixed on the man across from him.
“Thousand Horses……!”
A bizarre nickname—impossible to divine its meaning or purpose.
But the skill behind it was real enough.
During their first-round exchanges,
Rabio found himself recalling the National Team training regimen.
‘One moment of carelessness and a hook comes crashing in.’
That kind of training where he had to maintain razor-sharp reflexes throughout the entire match.
The fight with Full Phoenix had been no different.
In some ways, it had been even more grueling.
Rabio couldn’t help but ask.
“With skill like that, why didn’t you enter the National Team Selection?”
And the answer that came back was always the same.
“I can’t speak English…….”
“Damn! Not English!”
A complete moron who thought this was English-speaking territory.
The fact that he’d lost to such a fool made his blood boil even more.
A gamer’s competitive spirit erupted like it might punch through the ceiling.
But if winning were merely a matter of will,
why would anyone ever lose a string of matches?

Rabio fell to Full Phoenix once more.
The score: 2 to 0.
This time, Full Phoenix still had more health remaining.
It meant the skill gap was widening with every game.
-Oh man, he’s actually going to lose!
-Who exactly is Thousand Horses?
-A superstar has emerged in Italy!
-Someone search that nickname!
-Stronger than the Golden Tier, a Black Tier player AHAHA!
“Manager!”
Rabio snapped out a sharp command.
“Cut the donation music! It’s throwing off my concentration!”
The manager’s eyes went wide.
Rabio asking to stop donations?
Even when facing other National Representatives in ranked matches, this had never happened.
-Did I hear that right? Rabio asked to cut the donation music?
-Wasn’t this the guy who said donations meant more to him than family?
-Throwing him off his game, that’s what this is AHAHA! And he’s already getting stomped
-Still shocking though;; this is the guy who told people to spam donations every time he took a breath
-That’s pathetic, Rabio! You’re trying to say the music made you lose?
Rumble!
Rabio answered with action instead of words—activating Blood Burst.
A battle mode that could only be used once during a match.
This was no time for hesitation.
In other words, Thousand Horses was pressing Rabio that hard.
“HA!”
Indeed.
Against the onslaught of Rabio—who had poured everything into the attack—
Full Phoenix’s barrier began to crack, line by line.
Crack!
Bang!
Full Phoenix’s health bar had dropped below ten percent.
The tide of this round had turned decisively.
Just as Rabio pressed forward, lost in the momentum of attack,
a sudden doubt crept into his mind.
‘Why… isn’t he counterattacking?’
Those razor-sharp counterstrikes that had stopped his breath before
were barely appearing this round.
Simply sitting on defense while Blood Burst was active wouldn’t help.
When attacking, the duration of Blood Burst remained constant.
So he had to strike back sometimes, unafraid.
Boom! Thud!
Yet Full Phoenix merely crouched there, motionless.
Both arms crossed in an X formation.
Those cold eyes simply watched all of the incoming strikes.
‘Creepy bastard…’
Even as his head snapped sideways from Rabio’s knife-hand strike,
those piercing blue eyes remained fixed on Rabio.
The sight sent a chill down Rabio’s spine.
Even though he was the one attacking,
he felt as if he were trapped in a freezer.

As the game time neared its end,
Rabio finally managed to knock Full Phoenix out.
A crimson aura still billowed from Rabio’s body.
Blood Burst had remained active throughout the entire sixty seconds of game time.
Even after keeping Blood Burst active all day long,
he’d had to spend every second of the match forcing Full Phoenix to his knees.
Naturally, he wasn’t satisfied.
“You… what were you thinking—”
Rabio began to speak but shook his head instead.
No doubt Thousand Horses would just give some nonsensical English answer again.
But contrary to his expectations,
something other than English came from Thousand Horses’ lips.
“I understand now.”
“?”
Of course, Rabio didn’t understand those words.
They were words that could only be heard in an Eastern nation beyond the Pacific Ocean,
something the current Rabio could never have anticipated.

“Let’s end this.”
Once again, incomprehensible words spilled from Thousand Horses’ mouth.
And for the first time, Full Phoenix charged forward first.
“Ah…!”
A startled cry burst from Rabio’s lips.
They say humans are creatures of habit.
In all three previous rounds, it had been Rabio who seized the initiative.
Faced with this bold approach in the fourth round—the first of its kind—
Rabio found himself helplessly surrendering the upper hand.
Whoosh!
‘Wave…!?’
Rabio’s face contorted completely.
Whether East or West, masters deliver humiliation to their opponents in the same way.
This kind of taunting play through waves was common here too.
Only, until now, Rabio had always been the one doing the toying.
This was his first time being on the receiving end like this.
‘What are you taking me for…!’
Thwang.
Thick veins bulged across Rabio’s forehead.
Just as Rabio’s hands shot forward in response to the opponent’s provocative movement—
“Oooh-ah!”
Snap!
Craaash!
You could feel the difference just by comparing the sounds of the attacks landing.
Rabio’s strike snapped out with a sharp, clean crack.
By contrast, Full Phoenix’s Bungta produced a thunderous sound that seemed to fold the opponent in half.
“Ugh!”
Rabio, dressed in a maid outfit, became a great wheel and rolled across the battlefield.
Watching Rabio’s character tumble far into the distance,
Hae-rang drew out a weapon he’d been saving.
Crackling!
Red lightning descended from the sky and struck down.
Full Phoenix’s already-crimson martial arts uniform now blazed with a sinister aura.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Full Phoenix’s footsteps thundered against Rabio’s heart.
Even someone watching his stream for the first time would have recognized it clearly.
Rabio was in full panic now.
‘If I take a Bungta while Blood Burst is active, I’m dead in one hit.’
The simultaneous hit just now had confirmed it beyond doubt.
If they tangled in a mutual death scenario, Rabio would be overwhelmingly disadvantaged.
Rabio decided his only option was to block the Bungta first and look for an opening.
“Hah!”
Full Phoenix, riding the wave, suddenly spun his front leg.
Then the ground itself rose up before Rabio’s eyes.
“Huh?”
He hadn’t realized his body had been flipped upside down by the low attack.
Crash! Bang!
An elbow strike following the low attack.
And a devastating palm strike!
Full Phoenix’s Wall Lightning Palm—his mix-up of choice—connected with perfect precision.
“Ugh!”
Rabio, struck three times in rapid succession, let out a pained groan.
What was this vibration?
It had been so long since he’d faced Full Phoenix,
was this impact just unfamiliar?
‘No. This is…’
How many matches had he played since then?
He couldn’t possibly make such a basic mistake.
No—that guy was simply stronger.
Thousand Horses.
The player controlling Full Phoenix beyond the capsule screen.
His movements had become abnormally powerful.
“Damn it!”
A match pursued with such focus he’d even stopped accepting donations.
Rabio had been pushed to the absolute brink.
Full Phoenix kept the assault going,
and Blood Burst still had plenty of time remaining.
‘Big techniques are too risky. If I get another simultaneous hit like before, it’s an instant KO.’
Rather than trading blows,
I need a skill that only hits me.
For that to work, it’ll need to launch fast and have solid hit detection.
“HA!”
Rabio deployed the Kill Heel skill.
A vicious move that stamps the opponent’s foot with a high heel,
the kind of threatening skill that makes spectators flinch.
‘The damage is weak, but I need to shift the momentum with this!’
Kill Heel’s activation speed ranks among the fastest in Iron Fist Nine.
Blocking it by sight alone is practically impossible.
And yet, Thousand Horses pulled off that impossibility without breaking a sweat.
Whoosh!
Bypassing the guard entirely, he predicted the attack perfectly and executed a Flowing defense.
“What?”
Rabio’s face drained of color.
He’d used a Lower Guard Flow as if he’d been waiting for it.
If he’d thrown it out before, maybe—but this was the first Kill Heel of the entire match.
The first time across all rounds.
Had he read the reaction?
Or had he predicted it?
One thing was certain: caught in the flow, Rabio was finished.
“Ooooaah!”
Crash!
Bung-ta’s volcanic barrage smashes into Nini’s solar plexus.
Rabio didn’t even have time to scream before the wall swallowed him whole.
Boom!
But the wall wasn’t the only thing that couldn’t withstand Bung-ta’s destructive force.
What should have been a stalwart barrier shattered into fragments.
Crack!
And in that same moment, the victor of this matchup was decided.
<K.O.!>
<Full Phoenix WIN!>
<Full Phoenix secures match victory with a 3-1 record.>
<Full Phoenix is promoted to Golden Belt!>
Rabio lay sprawled among the debris of the wall.
Hae-rang bowed respectfully toward him.
“Thank you for the lesson.”
To Rabio, it remained an incomprehensible language.
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“Where’d you go! Come back! Let’s run it again!”
Rabio’s fury echoes through the Game Waiting Room.
But there’s a hollowness to it.
Thousand Horses has already logged out.
The moment the match ended, Rabio sent a Rematch request,
but Thousand Horses never accepted.
He didn’t just decline—he disconnected entirely.
From a gamer’s perspective, it’s the kind of thing that makes you want to tear your hair out—
winning a single match and vanishing.
“You bastard! Log back in! Get back on and fight me!”
Was the goal to face Rabio?
Or to claim the Golden Belt?
What the real answer was, there was no way to know.
Either way, Thousand Horses was gone.
-It’s been forever since I’ve seen Rabio this mad
-I thought he only raged when donations were low ^^^^
-But seriously, what the hell was that?
-There’s someone in our country who can handle Full Phoenix like that?
-Even guys on the National Team can’t massacre Full Phoenix that hard;;​
-Cazzo! You guys seeing this?
-I totally thought he was Italian, but he’s not!
“What…?”
Rabio, who had been thrashing about in fury, went rigid like a statue.
Not an Italian gamer.
“You’re telling me he’s an overseas gamer?”
Iron Fist has servers set up in each country,
and it’s possible to use a server from a different nation than your own.
But it almost never happens in practice.
Latency.
In simpler terms, the response time becomes sluggish, so players don’t bother connecting to another country’s server.
Even if you use the exact same technique, it executes slower because of the lag.
“So in other words……”
The defeat was already hard to accept,
but was he saying his opponent fought with invisible weights on?
“Where is he from? Where’s that bastard’s nationality?”
Rabio’s face was already smeared with confusion.
But compared to the panic he was about to feel,
everything up to now was nothing.
-KOREA! It’s Korea!
“What did you……just say?”
So this was what it felt like when your legs gave out beneath you.
Rabio checked the chat window and simply collapsed where he stood.

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