Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

“Indeed.”

Hae-rang nodded his head.

Then he spoke to his two viewers.

“The core of Street Fighting is Weakness Destruction, I see.”

-Weakness Destruction?

-What’s with that old-fashioned way of talking?

Words he used to use in his previous life had unconsciously slipped out.

Hae-rang chose the simplest expression possible.

“Targeting the opponent’s openings seems to be the most important thing in this game.”

-Of course. Not just in ‘Street Fighting’, but Delay Catch is essential in all fighting games.

“Delay Catch?”

-It’s all the same thing. When you block or dodge an attack, we get priority. Attacking at that moment is called Delay Catch. Shortened to just delay catch.

“I see.”

-But anyway. How did you just do that? You suddenly blocked all the Reverse Guards like you were possessed.

-For real. Luck only goes so far. Did you memorize Joint’s attack patterns or something?

“No.”

Hae-rang shook his head.

Then he answered in an indifferent tone.

“I saw them and dodged. All of them.”

-Huh?

-You saw and dodged all the Reverse Guards?

-That’s impossible.

-Even the person attacking gets confused by Reverse Guards. Can you really see them?

“I can see them.”

Hae-rang answered with a confident expression.

It was the truth.

Even though he had just connected to a Capsule Game for the first time and was playing Street Fighting for the very first time in his life,

Kiiiiing!

The ‘Heavenly Demon Divine Art’ made that difficult task possible.

‘At the second stage level, I can see through the opponent’s movements.’

A more complex and difficult game might be different.

But in Street Fighting, where movement patterns were simple, seeing and blocking Reverse Guards was entirely possible.

Thud thud.

Zangief slowly walking forward, closing the distance.

While turning his head to one side to chat with the viewers.

Getting hit once by a newbie was already embarrassing enough.

Seeing Zangief distracted by his viewers made his blood boil.

-LOL what happened Joint!

-Got hit while hopping around like that?

-Joint, did you make a mistake? Or are you feeling unwell?

-Was that scream just now from Joint? lololol sounded like a girl lol

-Wow, look at that damage. Makes decent National Combos look weak.

-One punch causing a nosebleed makes sense? Isn’t that a bug?

That’s what I’m saying.

Joint was about to respond but closed his mouth.

Zangief’s basic damage was already on the strong side.

But the health that had just been shaved off was at a level that defied common sense.

‘Besides…’

The powerful vibration that had forced him to scream.

That was an experience he rarely felt even in tournaments.

His still-tingling nose bridge was whispering to Joint.

‘I’m certain. This was a Critical…!’

There was one thing that changed when ‘Street Fighting’ was remade as a Capsule Game.

The Critical judgment that supposedly occurred when reaction speed and motor skills reached their peak.

But the criteria were so strict that it was rarely seen.

Thud thud.

Before Joint’s confusion could settle.

Zangief had already approached within striking distance.

“Oh no…!”

Kyle jumped back with a pale face.

Zangief, called a ground champion.

But there was one technique you absolutely couldn’t get caught by.

It was the grappling technique called ‘Tornado Driver’.

-lololol look at Joint jumping away startled

-Our Joint got really scared, huh?

-Joint’s gotten old too. Allowing a newbie to get within grappling range

-Joints… don’t wear out ㅠㅠ

-But why didn’t he grab? Wasn’t that close enough?

That was exactly what he wanted to ask.

Joint started a conversation with Hae-rang.

“Why didn’t you grab? Did your command mess up?”

“Command? What’s that?”

“…!”

The muscle man in red trunks.

At Zangief’s nonchalant answer, Joint’s chat window completely flipped out.

-Hahahahahahaha command? What’s that? Is it something you eat?

-Damn, that Gwanjong Cheonma or whatever is humiliating our Joint right now, right? That’s what this is, right?

-Coming into a fighting game and asking what a command is! What kind of nonsense is this?

-What’s breathing? Is it something you do?

-Acting like he really doesn’t know is so damn annoying!

-This is so embarrassing, seriously. Getting grabbed and then asking what the command is lmaooooo

How long had it been since he felt this emotion.

Joint recalled the day he got perfected in the finals of an international tournament.

Back then, his opponent was also skilled, but this situation was completely different.

“You don’t know commands? So you’re saying you don’t know grabs or any skills at all?”

“Yes. I’ve been fighting like this the whole time.”

Zangief threw Heavy Punches and Light Punches as if to show him directly.

At his nonchalant display, the chat window was once again flooded with laughter.

-I want to see it lololololol They say this is the ultimate technique called ‘strong hand’

-Swoosh swoosh! Swish swish swoosh! Zangief’s lightning-fast ‘Light Punch’ performance!

“…!”

Whether he was a master hiding his skills.

Or an absurd newbie, he couldn’t tell.

What was certain was that if he lost here, he’d be memed forever.

Joint stuck his tongue out once more.

But his expression was stiffly hardened, unlike before.

He had instantly switched gears to tournament mode.

“Hadoken!”

A character notorious for good performance.

Projectiles continuously shot out from Kyle’s hands.

Hae-rang jumped in place and kept dodging the attacks.

-Boo! Trash!

-Is it okay for a veteran to use cheap tactics against a newbie?

-Wow. That’s disgusting, really disgusting.

Kyle’s projectiles could be fired rapidly before they even disappeared from the screen.

Newbies sometimes just guard and get chipped away until they lose the game.

To avoid taking damage, you had to jump and dodge, but timing this wasn’t easy.

Especially for large characters like Zangief, even slight contact would register as a hit.

There was good reason for Joint’s viewers to boo.

However,

Boing!

Boing!

Zangief kept jumping and dodging Kyle’s projectiles.

A precarious gap that seemed like it would connect but didn’t.

But he never got hit.

The sight was like watching a huge muscle monster’s acrobatic show.

-Wow! He’s dodging all of them!

-At this rate he’ll close in quickly!

-It’s so fucking funny watching him hop around with that huge body lmaooooo

Zangief had approached within striking distance.

But Joint’s expression showed composure.

One step forward.

If he jumped forward just one more time, he planned to blow Zangief away with Kyle’s ‘Thunder Jolt Kick’.

The strategy of throwing a projectile then finishing a jumping opponent with ‘Thunder Jolt Kick’.

It was an extremely simple but powerful pattern that made Kyle the strongest character.

‘Just one more approach!’

Joint threw another projectile at Hae-rang.

Zangief jumped again this time too.

“Got you!”

Joint input ‘Thunder Jolt Kick’ as if he’d been waiting.

Lightning-like flashy movement burst from Kyle’s feet and sliced through the air.

Whoosh!

“…Huh?”

Unfortunately.

Kyle’s ‘Thunder Jolt Kick’ only sliced through empty air.

“How!”

With his body inverted in mid-air, Kyle’s gaze followed Zangief.

And then his heart sank.

‘This bastard…!’

Zangief had definitely jumped.

However, he didn’t leap diagonally forward.

He had only attempted a neutral jump.

Zangief, who had been repeatedly jumping diagonally, didn’t approach at the crucial moment.

“This kind of pathetic psychological warfare…!”

Joint was a master of fighting games.

It wouldn’t have been too late to confirm which direction Zangief was jumping before inputting the technique.

But that hulking muscle man had pressed in with a ‘Critical’ judgment.

The spicy vibration that hit his nose was a bonus.

Small but incomprehensible things piled up, creating tiny cracks in Joint’s patience.

A mistake he wouldn’t normally make.

However, the price was quite steep.

Thwaaack!

A fist as large as a full moon struck Kyle’s side.

Kyle’s body folded in half and slid back.

“Gyaaaah!”

-Ugh! Even watching makes me hurt.

-Kyle’s waist bent like a bow… no, folded in half!

-Why does he keep screaming? It shouldn’t actually hurt.

-But why do my toes keep flinching every time he gets hit?

-Already lost half his HP lolololololol from just two Heavy Punches

-Zangief. Turns out he’s a fucking strong champ, huh?

-Agh, so frustrating! With this much delay, you can land one Heavy Punch and immediately force-connect ‘Tornado Driver’!

As if sharing that frustration, Hae-rang’s viewer said something similar.

But Hae-rang shook his head.

“I can’t use skills I’m not familiar with in actual combat. I’ll make them mine like these basics I’m using now, then use them.”

-No. That makes sense too, but. Your opponent is Joint. He’s going to be a streamer!

-Will Joint look for you after today? He’ll probably move to another game and bully noobs again.

“It’s fine.”

Hae-rang walked forward step by step again, closing the distance with Joint.

“If I become strong, the strong will naturally come looking for me.”

-?

-…Shit. He says it so convincingly.

It wasn’t something he said to sound cool.

His entire lifetime as a Murim warrior had been like that.

When you defeat a strong opponent, an even stronger one appears.

Sometimes you had to fight even when you didn’t want to.

In the battlefield called Murim, fighting with the strong was such a natural thing.

“That’s what an inevitable fight is.”

Zangief muttered quietly as he approached Kyle.

Kyle, with half his HP gone, didn’t rashly use ‘Thunder Salt Kick’.

And this too was within Hae-rang’s expectations.

‘Psychological warfare on the battlefield. This also resembles Murim.’

Hae-rang’s confidence transferred to his lips.

He dared to assert.

There would be no one who could beat the Heavenly Demon in such psychological warfare.

Joint, who had allowed the distance to close right in front of him, quickly jumped backward.

Surprisingly, Zangief followed as if he had anticipated it.

“Ah!”

On the ground, the advantage was overwhelmingly Kyle’s.

But in such close airborne states, the advantage was fifty-fifty.

If both threw punches, there was a high probability of simultaneous hits.

The problem was,

Bang!

“Gyaaaah!”

If it was a friendly exchange of one hit each, it was overwhelmingly Kyle’s loss.

-So frustrating! Why does he keep jumping?

-Never thought I’d become a backseat gamer on Joint’s stream! Jumping only hurts you!

-He doesn’t even know grab commands, so why does he keep jumping?

“I know, you bastards!”

Before long, Joint’s broadcast-friendly commentary disappeared, and profanity burst out.

Jumping to escape from a grappler character.

That was a kind of reflex action honed over decades.

The body reacting before reason could intervene.

It was precisely because he was a master that he found the current Hae-rang difficult.

As a result,

Kwaaaaang!

【K.O.!】

【Zangief WIN!】

The biggest uproar since Joint started his game broadcast had erupted.

* * *

-Is this for real.

-He loses while doing a noob-stomping broadcast?

-To someone who just logged into the Capsule Game for the first time today?

-Fuck, isn’t it a smurf? Didn’t ‘Master Kim’ or ‘Keing’ come in with a different ID?

-You idiots. Where are there smurfs in Capsule Games. You gonna swap DNA?

With the situation turning out like this, the broadcast concept itself had changed.

Instead of how Joint stomps noobs, they started becoming interested in the identity of this ‘noob’.

Meanwhile, the two viewers who had been in Hae-rang’s channel first were feeling an explosive sense of pride.

-Wow. To see this scene live.

-Mom! I’m here!

-So fucking frustrating. If only there was a clip maker here, we could’ve gotten several legendary cuts.

-Streamer. Don’t be like that and try using a technique in the third round. If you grab Joint with Tornado Driver, the channel will explode, you know?

“Hmm.”

At Hae-rang’s lukewarm reaction, one viewer pulled out their trump card.

【Mission: Finish with Tornado Driver.】

【Upon completion: 50,000 won.】

“If it’s a mission…”

Having watched game broadcasts several times, he knew.

A system where you could receive the amount of money set on the mission if you completed it.

Prize money that could be earned or missed depending on what Hae-rang did.

-Hey. Cut it out. You think that stubborn bastard will fall for fifty thousand won? Looking at how he talks, even five hundred thousand…

It was when the other user, fed up with Hae-rang’s way of thinking, was giving him a scolding.

Whoosh! Whoom!

Hae-rang flailed both arms with awkward movements.

Continuously, repetitively.

That was none other than the Grab Command.

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