Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 270

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Chapter 270

Six days before the History Book began, Seo Jun received detailed instructions about the Accommodation.
Since the discussion about moving the Capsule before the Trial ended had already been concluded, there were no other issues.
He’d also been asked two weeks prior if he wanted anything from the Accommodation, and he’d said no.
He decided to enter the Accommodation four days before the start.
As a Korean, there was no particular need to arrive as early as others, but he also didn’t want to arrive late and miss confirming any potential issues that might arise.
And four days before.
Seo Jun was in a taxi with his luggage, in transit.
Since it wasn’t far from home, he was expected to arrive within thirty minutes.
In the car, Seo Jun checked the nationalities of the other participants.
There were plenty of organized forum posts about it.
‘Five from China, then.’
The country that had produced the second-largest number of participants.
Among them was Geomsin.
‘People are saying he got scared and picked a different Hero instead of Bedua.’
There was also a postscript in the thread suggesting he might clash with Seo Jun early on.
Seo Jun smiled faintly.
He had indeed run away.
‘Will we meet at the Pre-event Ceremony?’
The posts kept telling Seo Jun to grab a Safety Helmet and be careful on the night roads.
Just in case, they said.

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You idiots! You should be worried about attackers or thugs, not about Bangjang! ㅋㅋㅋ You’re all so dumb
└ㄹㅇㅋㅋ
└The reason I donated the safety helmet to Bangjang) If Bangjang has a conscience, he should give it to his opponent first when he fights them ㅋㅋ
└ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

All these comments were tsundere.
They just had too much pride.
‘The fact that they’re concerned at all is already enough for me.’
It was always difficult for people to speak their true feelings.

[Bangjang, a week of broadcasting hiatus? And then you’re going into the History Book? Are you insane?]
[Where did you sell off the night broadcasts?]
[Gather your equipment! Bring the editors! Tae-woo, please! Stop the hiatus, I’m begging you ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ]

As Seo Jun scanned through various opinions, the taxi arrived nearby.
“Yes, yes. Could you drop me off near the Site Entrance? Thank you.”
Seo Jun paid and got out of the taxi.
“Yes, Geomsin. Good luck.”
At the taxi driver’s final greeting, Seo Jun’s expression faltered for a moment.
Even most Viewers had a hard time doing what the taxi driver just did—acknowledging him without pretending not to know.
“No, if you knew, you could’ve at least shown it…….”
“Haha. Good luck.”
The taxi drove off.
Seo Jun scratched his head briefly, then headed toward the Accommodation.
It was only about a hundred meters away.
He could have gone all the way there, but Seo Jun specifically asked to be dropped off earlier.
The reason was part stroll, part familiarization with the surrounding geography.
As he walked up the path, Seo Jun spotted a group of foreigners gathered in front of a Building, and as he approached, they began turning their heads one by one, meeting his gaze.
No one looked away.
‘Professionals.’
He hadn’t recognized them by their faces, but if foreigners were gathered near the Accommodation, there could be no other explanation.
Though there was also a possibility they were Streamers invited to the Pre-event Ceremony.
But it was the confidence and the searching, wary gaze that clearly regarded him as a competitor.
Seo Jun didn’t stop walking and approached them.
Then a large man from the group stepped forward slightly and greeted Seo Jun in a common language.
“Welcome. I’m Seo Jun. I’m Jon Yulman, a Professional Gamer from the European League from Denmark. I’m also a participant in this History Book, just like you.”
Jon, looking down at Seo Jun from above, extended his hand.
He offered a handshake, and Seo Jun accepted it.
“Nice to meet you. I’m a Streamer, and my handle is Geomsin.”
“I know what Geomsin means. God of Sword, right?”
“Something like that.”
It was an ordinary handshake—they didn’t test their grip strength or anything like that.
Then the others began introducing themselves.
It was formal.
“Welcome, I’m Rachel.”
“I’m Bernard. He’s got a thing for you.”
Smack.
The man who introduced himself as Bernard grabbed his backside and exited.
“I’m Christina.”
Christina.
The same name as an NPC from the Assassination Squad Dawn.
There were also people of many other nationalities gathered there.
There were two Streamers present.
They weren’t doing a night broadcast. He wondered if it was because it was morning or if they just didn’t broadcast at night.
It was currently nine-thirty, so it was indeed the time to have had breakfast and be loitering about.
Seo Jun was about to say goodbye and head to the Accommodation.
That’s when someone stopped him with words.
“Hey, Seo Jun, are you tired? If you’re not tired, want to give this a try?”
Pointing to a Punching Machine.
It was Jon from Denmark, whose very physiology seemed to be of a different species, boasting overwhelming physical prowess.
“Everyone’s been giving it a shot, you know. If you’re a man, you just can’t resist this. It’s got nothing to do with gaming skill, so no pressure, haha.”
Hmm.
For all his casual words, Seo Jun sensed a desire in Jon to test him out.
More precisely, to fight him.
‘Competitive spirit.’
Seo Jun searched his memory for Jon.
And soon realized that Jon had reached the number one rank with one of the Heroes whose Trial Ranking Seo Jun had touched before.
So he’d lost there?
A punch machine wasn’t entirely unrelated to gaming skill in virtual reality.
Even with overwhelming physical prowess, there was room for technique to factor in significantly.
This was probably his way of gauging the real-world level.
And there was also the possibility of going in with one win already under his belt.
‘With that kind of physique…….’
Seo Jun smiled faintly and withdrew his hand from the luggage.
Cheers of “ooooh” rang out from those around.
“Jon, did you already do it? Is that 908 your record?”
“No. I haven’t tried yet. Now that you mention it, I should do it.”
Jon laughed heartily at Seo Jun, who had voluntarily walked into the trap, and approached the Punching Machine.
The large frame prepared to move.
“The height might need to be a bit higher, yeah? Haha.”
“Show us!”
“I always seem to miss at times like this.”
Unfortunately, there was no miss.
Whoosh-crack!

* * *

Jon’s score appeared along with a special effect, rising not from 1 but settling in each digit place.
It was a visual effect that appeared when particularly high scores were achieved.
Seo Jun assumed that the professionals had probably hit it several times before Jon arrived.
Yet the highest score was still only in the low 900s.
As mentioned, the Punching Machine required precise body mechanics rather than raw strength.
In fact, it barely required strength alone at all.
In any case, professionals should easily exceed 900 points on an ordinary neighborhood Punching Machine, but they didn’t.
The conclusion was obvious: the machine gave scores stingily.
And the record Jon had just set was.

[New Record!]
[981]

“Wow.”
“He’s a monster!”
“That’s really impressive!”
Streamers offering playful cheers, professionals clicking their tongues in admiration.
Even women who were just here for fun, not part of the competition.
“Seo Jun, what do you think?”
“About what.”
“My score. Doesn’t it look like it matches my build perfectly?”
He was just thick as a person.
Despite his height, he didn’t look clumsy, but he was just a different species.
No one would deny it.
‘If I’d carried Cargo in my past life, I definitely would’ve passed as unscathed.’
The fact that even Seo Jun was impressed said it all.
“Really?”
It wasn’t exactly a perfect match.
Absurd physical prowess combined with excellent technique.
“Well, my score is my score. You give it a try too. Ah, don’t worry even if your score isn’t great.”
He placed a hand lightly on Seo Jun’s shoulder without adding weight.
“Geomsin, it’s not really your specialty. And more importantly, it’s reality, yeah?”
Everyone smiled faintly.
It was a light provocation.
Childish, but effective.
The moment he spotted an opportunity to establish dominance on favorable ground in their first encounter, he went for the provocation.
Everyone began watching to see how Seo Jun would respond.
If things went this way, he’d be giving way from the start—would Seo Jun care?
How would the man who’d come out to face the whole world handle this battle of wills?
They watched with good-natured smiles, beginning their observation.
They weren’t unfamiliar with Geomsin’s track record.
But the mindset was that whoever came off in the video would be Jon.
Seo Jun could have broken the mood by showing he was offended.
But the important thing was that Seo Jun had voluntarily entered this game in the first place.
“Well, let me give it a shot then.”
“Yeah! Show us! Haha.”
Seo Jun took his position in front of the punch machine.
It was a machine where hitting the mat caused it to rise and strike a sensor.
As he loosened up for a moment, Seo Jun opened his mouth.
“But I’ve always wondered—why are punch machines always so generous with their scores? Don’t you think?”
“What?”
“Even back in high school, when my friends would hit one at a rest stop, they’d all break 900 points. I mean, I get it—it’s just for fun and it’s better to show big scores—but then people who break 999 can’t really be compared, right?”
“?”
“I always used to say that.”
“Haha. Listen, Seo Jun. You’re not misunderstanding because I got 981, right?”
“Nope.”
“?”
“I just always get 999.”
Seo Jun smiled and slowly moved his body backward.
He pulled his wrists inward, drawing both arms back and bending at the waist.
He planted his feet, relaxed the tension in his upper body, and simply released his fist forward.
Whooosh!
Strength is not muscle.
If it were, bodybuilders would have surpassed weightlifters.
Strength is technique.
Seo Jun might lose to Jon in sheer muscle mass, but not in raw power.
It was simply natural.
His technique had reached that level.
Crash-boom!
The mat rose and struck the sensor with a thunderous boom.
“Oh.”
“That was really clean.”
“His swing speed was incredible.”
“That sound was kind of…….”
And then the score appeared.
The score appeared.
“The score……. didn’t show?”
“The machine shut off?”
“What?”
The people who’d been watching with interest began murmuring among themselves.
Seo Jun shrugged and grabbed his luggage, then spoke to Jon.
“Sometimes these things happen. In the end, I can’t see my score anyway.”
“…….”
“We’ll see later.”
Seo Jun didn’t bother patting Jon’s shoulder in return.
It was simply too high to reach.
“Hey, did anyone here record that just now?”
“We’ll see later, huh. *cough*. Jon’s screwed.”
“That guy’s got some serious follow-up.”
“He destroyed it though.”
“Pretty strong.”
All the over ten people gathered here were those who understood that strength was technique.
Which meant Jon’s intention with the “it’s reality” punch machine comment was transparent.
And Seo Jun had simply crushed it with pure strength.
“Wasn’t that machine already damaged by Jon?”
“No way.”
“Then what?”
“Looks like he just straight up destroyed it.”
“How is that even possible?”
A new urban legend was being born.

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