Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

The twentieth day of the Battlefield—what could very well be the final day.
Seo Jun had finished three games and was now watching.

[Come on, try Parrying once! Go ahead, try it!]

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Why is he stuck on defense?
-Didn’t expect the faction leader to spectate ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-That’s hilarious
-Where’d he learn that from?

Currently watching: Best Swordsman Under Heaven.
This non-Ranker’s game result wouldn’t matter in the slightest, obviously.
“He’s my student.”
Seo Jun deliberately tuned into Best Swordsman Under Heaven’s game anyway.
The reason was simple: a teacher’s heart.

[It’s not you guys! It’s not you guys! That feeling of not being able to brush off a school senior!]

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Faction leader, I don’t think he sees you as a teacher?
-But seriously, he’s gotten way better. Wasn’t he a beginner? Pretty clean moves

“Right? I’m quite the teacher.”
He’d stream occasionally and teach just enough for warmups, and look at him now—beating most players. Just recently he’d even pulled off a Parry and counterattacked.
All those movements came from what he’d planted in him.

-Complete overhaul ㄷㄷㄷ
-Mad scientist
-More physicist than scientist ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Physicist ㅇㅈㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Not studying physics but applying it ㅋㅋㅋ

If you keep making someone train like that, eventually they all end up smiling and enjoying it.
Think he’s lost his mind?
‘No, not that.’
He’d found the fun in it.
Seo Jun smiled with satisfaction.

But he was mistaken.
He wouldn’t be let off.
“Looks like you learned well. Then.”
It was time to play some games.
Because, truthfully, there wasn’t much time left.
Twenty minutes until the Battlefield closed?

-Been waiting for this ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-ㅗㅜㅑ Look at these viewer numbers

-Squeezing out the hype ㅋㅋㅋ
-The protagonist always makes an entrance last
-ㄹㅇㅋㅋ

Simply.
“I was waiting for smooth Targeting,” Seo Jun said.
He’d informed the Heterodox Sect before the match started that the final game would happen after most of the fighting was done anyway.

So what about now?
Seo Jun brought up the Contribution Ranking on his broadcast.

# 2 / Fresh Sea Lettuce / 2,647,120
# 3 / Heterodox Sect Pride / 2,575,230
# 4 / This Isn’t Martial Arts / 2,218,760

-Insane gap
-Every time I see this I lose it ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-That doesn’t even make sense ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ But it does
-So glad the Orthofaction disappeared from the rankings

This sensational ranking was exactly the kind of thing that would make other game users suspect a bug or a dead game.
First place and second place differ by a factor of ten?
That was a picture you’d rarely see unless the game had some major exploit.
It screamed manipulation at first glance.
Yet the person responsible spoke calmly and picked up the game.
“The final day, the final game.”

-Bullshit
-We’re gonna win today
-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ The Heterodox Sect starting denial!
-We’ve all been there, just relax

Funnily enough, that was the only way to keep things balanced. The Demonic Cult’s victory wasn’t the problem.
The real issue was the Heterodox Sect becoming a Faction that had never once lost its headquarters.
“So I wanted to see if I could take on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th place teams. Since it’s the final day.”
Seo Jun emphasized it once more deliberately and brought up the Battlefield map.

-Sigh sigh
-See you tomorrow ㅠㅠ

Clean and simple.

[Bandit King]

[Heterodox Sect Pride]
[This Isn’t Martial Arts]

This was what he’d been waiting for.
The Targeting wasn’t something he’d do—the enemies would. He was giving them a chance to try and stop him however they could.
They’d definitely prepared thoroughly.
And even with the luxury of a whole day, if they lost this round, their momentum would break and they’d be at a disadvantage.
Still, he was doing this because.
“It’s really the final time.”
Romance.

-Ugh!

-Staying with the Demonic Cult for life
-Wait, it’s not the final day?
-Please don’t come to the next Battlefield
-But what if Matching doesn’t work here? That’d be a disaster?

Fortunately, the game was set up five minutes before closure.

* * *

How many points were staked on this single match?

But because this Battlefield had always been one where trivial points played a decisive role,
and because such enormous weight rested on Seo Jun,
many believed this final game’s result would determine the Battlefield’s outcome.
Seo Jun could lose this game and the Heterodox Sect could still win.
Seo Jun could win this game and the Heterodox Sect could still lose.
That’s why Muvi Soft didn’t release exact numbers and left it to imagination.
Because that was romance.
Who would want to hear that the game they played was actually unnecessary?
Perhaps I played the game. Perhaps I won the game.
It was about instilling that feeling: maybe because of me, my Faction won.
“Not exactly conventional.”
Seo Jun’s final game.
Or perhaps this game—the last one remaining until the end of day twenty—was anything but ordinary.

Because it was the color symbolizing the Tang Clan and the Green Forest.
And currently, the Fortress’s health was completely depleted.
Seo Jun’s level was heading toward Max Level.
Most importantly.
Not a single battle had been fought until now.
“So they’re betting everything on one fight.”
Seo Jun held the center while the enemies controlled two strongpoints and collected objectives.
The enemy had probably concluded that pinning Seo Jun twice would be difficult.
So they intentionally avoided meeting him until the Fortress was destroyed.
“Just watch out for a sudden assault.”
And Seo Jun obliged them despite the disadvantage.
A final battle settled in a single clash.
That was quite appealing.

The enemies pressed him relentlessly from the start.
The Lethal Barrage pushed with extreme speed.
The Heterodox Sect blocked his path with massive attacks.
The Tang Clan supported with Hidden Weapons from behind.
They were running a thorough attrition war.
Trying to claim the resource advantage.
Because Seo Jun’s team had two members and theirs had three.
Even a 1-for-1 trade was profitable.
And there was the Green Forest too.
They seemed thoroughly prepared.
From the very first movement until now, being pushed back like this.
“I told you guys to target me at seven, and you spent two hours thinking hard about it.”
“You can’t blame us for being ruthless. Against someone like you, we had no choice.”
He spouted somewhat cringe dialogue as his Greatsword restricted Seo Jun’s movement again.
From the front, the Lethal Barrage user attacked with blinding speed but never committed deep, herding Seo Jun toward the last remaining direction.
Simultaneously, Throwing Blades flew in.
These were Throwing Blades from the Tang Clan user that Lee Dong-su had been matched with.
‘They’re being thorough, stable, and methodical.’
The enemies’ top priority was taking zero losses.
Chat was calling them cheap.
But Seo Jun was the one who had prepared this structure and made them able to Snipe, and it was Seo Jun who allowed the game to end in a single clash, so there was no real complaint.
More than anything.
Seo Jun was plenty cheap himself.
‘This won’t work.’
By throwing Blades at Seo Jun, the Tang Clan Ranker showed Lee Dong-su a very small opening.
And to plug that gap, a nearby Bandit moved toward Lee Dong-su.
It was possible because they were fighting within only a few steps of each other.
Also, since Lee Dong-su created a bigger weakness to exploit the enemy’s tiny opening, Seo Jun had to back him up.
Then, while Seo Jun went to help the Bandit King, the Lethal Barrage user would have an opportunity to do something.
In other words.
The opening the Tang Clan showed from the start was intentional.
But.
Seo Jun was definitely cheap too.
‘God, this is comfortable.’
The reason he’d brought the Bandit King—or rather, Lee Dong-su.
He seemed to lose constantly and looked like a weakling, but Lee Dong-su was the peak of all gamers.
Beyond just being the highest Ranker in For the Sect,
the apex of all gamers.
While they’d Targeted, Seo Jun had dug a trap.
Because it was fun and easy.
The enemies didn’t know that the Bandit King was the player’s secondary account.
That’s why.
When This Isn’t Martial Arts realized Seo Jun wasn’t coming to help Lee Dong-su, his bewilderment turned to shock when he saw the Black Water technique thrust at his neck.
Lee Dong-su.
He had seen through all their plans from the very beginning.
“Ugh.”
His health bar drained steadily.
At the same time, Seo Jun began dominating the now-isolated Lethal Barrage user.
The Tang Clan Ranker threw Blades at Seo Jun, but Lee Dong-su responded with lightning reflexes, launching a Black Palm Strike that knocked the Blades from the air.
Lee Dong-su didn’t even look at the Greatsword approaching from behind as he dodged it.
A player was a player for a reason.
A 2-versus-1? Something you could handle with focus.
‘What was that guy even doing before this.’
Still, Lee Dong-su felt slightly strained in the 2-versus-1.
Which naturally led to bewilderment at how Seo Jun was casually handling 3-versus-1.
As Seo Jun cut across the chest of the user called Anonymous, he turned and spoke.
“Bandit King. If you train for eighty years or so, you might just barely keep up with me.”

Seo Jun’s health was over half, and Lee Dong-su’s was around a third.
It hadn’t been a difficult victory.

-Demonic Cult championship confirmed!
-Wait, it’s not?
-Huh?
-See you tomorrow ㅋㅋ

The Battlefield had closed, and the final game was over.
“Let’s get out.”
“Sure. That was fun.”
“Yeah.”
What would happen?
The viewers’ tension had completely dissolved.
They were just playfully teasing each other now.
What would tomorrow’s result be?
Had they won?
Seo Jun exited the game, wondering.
And then.

-Huh?
-What?
-Insane

A single phrase had appeared in the center of the interface.
Was it because only one Faction remained?

-Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama?
-Is this real? Is this real? Is this real?

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