The Fate-Seeing Genius Streamer - Chapter 45

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44. [Infinite War] Master in a Single Day? (2)
The Chimwol School.
Another name for it was the “Sistema of the Descending Moon”—a Russian martial system.
This was a fighting technique and combat art that had earned recognition as a watershed moment in the history of Gaming Martial Arts within [Infinite War].
Due to its lengthy name, people abbreviated it to simply “Descending Moon”—the sinking moon.
It was rare to find any Gaming Martial Arts discipline that didn’t account for unarmed combat.
The distinction.
The peculiarity of the Gaming Martial Arts known as the Chimwol School or Descending Moon lay in something far more specific.
The Chimwol School specialized in receiving an opponent’s force in interpersonal combat and redirecting it back—but if that were all, it wouldn’t be called an ascending discipline.
Movement executed with relaxed muscles and joints, maximizing flexibility throughout the hips and entire body.
This transcended merely dissipating physical force based on raw power.
It was merely a preparatory step toward the true objective.
A combat art designed to forcibly “receive” hidden techniques or weapons that opponents employed by exploiting distance in interpersonal combat.
More precisely—
Beginning from Sistema, it was a combat operational method that deliberately amplified an opponent’s movements and then exploited them—that was the Chimwol School.
A combat art for suppressing an armed opponent while oneself remained unarmed.
Simple.
Gaming Martial Arts was combat technique, but it placed greater emphasis on fighting prowess.
It demanded greater combat skill in maximizing advantages according to fighting style.
However, the Chimwol School focused on a longer-term perspective in managing matches.
That difference stemmed from this aspect.
Though it fell under Gaming Martial Arts, it absolutely presupposed movement with a relaxed body.
Simultaneously, it never performed unnecessary movements that wasted time in overall breathing patterns.
For flexibility in weight transfer, it elevated responsiveness by maintaining balance regardless of circumstances.
The core lay in improvisation and spontaneous adaptation.
Leading the flow of combat while inducing panic in the opponent and maintaining composure as the practitioner.
With groundwork and striking techniques that drove kinetic energy directly to cause internal damage, it couldn’t be taught in a short period.
However—
I believe you understand what I’m saying without further elaboration, Master Joo.
If we assume a case of unprecedented talent—an innate genius—the story changes entirely.
The Chimwol School prioritizes the manner of movement itself rather than being bound by posture or form, making it an ascending discipline. Therefore, transmission requires only simple principles.
Simply explaining the core secrets as if in passing conversation and correcting posture from the side is sufficient.
That was why.
Hehehehe—
Geom-hu, who had maintained his gravity, ended his words and let a smile play at the corners of his mouth.
Then, as if he’d been waiting, Geom-hu unfurled his folding fan once more with flourish, producing a sharp “swish-crack—” sound as he assumed his stance.
Teaching only the secrets means it’s merely a half-baked ascending discipline unless I give continuous instructions during actual sparring—you understand?
In other words—
Simply put, you must accept sparring instruction and faithfully follow all directives while receiving my teachings.
At such a transparent statement, even the viewers watching the stream clicked their tongues.
—Mm-hmm. I’ve already paid the disciple fee, so I should at least receive some sparring instruction. Of course I should.
—What disciple fee? That’s not even a friend fee, lol.
—Disciple fee lmaooo.
—Wow, now I actually feel a bit sorry for him…
—That’s legendary lol.
= ….
The chat window filled with comments that scraped at my nerves, but it wasn’t something I needed to pay attention to.
= Ah, ahem—. Anyway, from now on I’ll provide proper instruction as your master, so there’s nothing to worry about…? Hmm?
But then—.
“───….”
For some reason, Joo Seo-jin’s state seemed strange.
He kept shifting the positions of his hands and feet, muttering something under his breath.
For a moment, he wandered through the empty space around him as if swaying, a peculiar sight.
As if he were ‘seeing’ something that no one else could perceive.
Then, suddenly, Joo Seo-jin came to an abrupt halt and opened his mouth.
Out of nowhere.
“Hmm. No, the sparring instruction… I’ve already received enough of it. I think this much will suffice.”
= Huh? W-wait a moment. What, what did you just say?
“Ah. I was saying that sparring instruction seems sufficient at this point, so it’s fine.”
= What, did you say…?
-?
-??????
Huh…?
-What the hell is this technique, seriously..?
-What are you talking about.. when did you learn that??
At words he never expected to hear, Geom-hu’s face stiffened into a blank expression, and the chat window exploded simultaneously.
-Excuse me. We haven’t even started the sparring instruction yet, so did you receive imaginary sparring instruction or something??
-Imaginary sparring instruction lmaooooooooooo.
-You get out lmaooooooooooo.
-This is driving me crazy lmaooooooooooo.
The viewers watching the stream expressed their bewilderment, but nothing changed.
“The sparring instruction. I’ve received that teaching properly.”
= ….
He was openly displaying incomprehensible words and actions, as if he’d already received all the sparring instruction.
“So. From now on, I shall endeavor to live up to expectations as well.”
Perhaps because of that.
Geom-hu’s patience reached its limit, and fury erupted.
= What, what insane nonsense are you spouting! Are you seriously trying to mock me…?
But then—.
= Huh?
It was only momentary.
-!?
-No, what…?
-Wait, what is this?? What is this really????
-Did you teach him beforehand? What is this??
It was unmistakably… the Gaming Martial Arts of the Chimwol School.
* * *
Eyes that perceive fate.
The future visible through what appeared to be ‘Precognition’—the ability—was displaying an unusual pattern unlike usual.
Within the spiritual energy shimmering in crimson and azure, Geom-hu’s movements appeared in multiple branches, feeling as though they were being ‘engraved’ into my very being.
The Chimwol School.
Sistema Niskhodyashchey Luny—the System of the Descending Moon.
It wasn’t a mistake. I genuinely felt the sensation of the subtleties of that Gaming Martial Arts being inscribed throughout my entire body.
‘…As I thought. So that’s what happened?’
Following my experience at Night Soul, and again in the [Infinite War]—my confrontation with Crack—this was an extreme transformation I’d encountered before.
The reason being───.
‘…A new ability, then.’
My supernatural power to perceive the future was beginning to evolve once more.
* * *
In the standoff.
Hikaru furrowed her brow, steadying herself as she replayed what had just occurred.
‘…There’s no doubt. That movement just now couldn’t have happened without using a martial skill.’
At first, even after being hit, she thought it impossible—but as she regained some composure, understanding dawned.
‘…It’s absurd, but looking at the facts alone, there’s only one answer. He constructed his movements around a feint from the start.’
From that unexpected movement, Hikaru realized Joo Seo-jin had seized the advantage in psychological warfare.
‘…I was completely played in the mind game.’
It was simple.
Assuming a counter-attack, he had constructed and activated the Nameless Monk’s martial skill—’Siyeong School’.
In other words, it meant Joo Seo-jin had seen through Hikaru’s thoughts completely.
As if he had foreseen it.
‘…Did I fall right into his trap? This is the worst, truly.’
Swiftly.
Hikaru quickly assessed the current situation from the corner of her eye.
Having been hit by an unexpected counter-attack, her health bar had already dropped below seventy percent.
Meanwhile, Joo Seo-jin? No damage. He was in near-perfect condition.
Grrgh—.
Hikaru’s grip tightened.
It wasn’t due to simple emotions like excitement or defiance.
Quite the opposite.
Tension.
Contrary to expectations, I felt the faint shadow of defeat beginning to creep in amid the fierce counteroffensive.
No coincidence.
An audacious momentum that radiated not merely ill-fortune, but outright malevolence.
Battle intelligence that reversed the one-sided dominance of offense and defense with a single move.
Gaming Martial Arts performance so overwhelming it stood worlds apart from mediocrity.
Long past the realm of mere luck or fortune.
Therefore───
‘A beginner, they said…? A lie. It was all bluffing from the start… They’re definitely skilled.’
In other words.
It was safe to assume they possessed prowess approaching Grand Master level.
But───
‘Even so, it’s meaningless from here on. There’s no way to reverse this from this point forward.’
The advantage remained unshaken.
With the cooldown on my first Martial Skill having reset, as we stood at a distance facing each other—it ‘returned’ once more.
‘Rushing Heaven Strike’
In the current situation, with clear distance between us and my main skill, Rushing Heaven Strike, now available again, the conditions had shifted.
If I didn’t let my guard down, I wouldn’t lose.
With that conclusion reached, Hikaru too withdrew her cold smile and settled into a serious stance.
Shhhhk───
With distance between us, facing each other, the framework of battle took shape.
───
Hikaru versus Joo Seo-jin. Both corrected their stances while facing each other, each beginning to sharpen their focus… and assumed different postures.
Ssshhh───
Middle stance.
Holding the katana with its blade aimed at the opponent’s throat and the space between their brows, I slowly lowered my center of gravity.
That is───
─!
─And..
─I suspected as much, but they’re really going this far…?
─Lowering the center of gravity, raising the blade tip… hmm..?
─The footwork feels more wavering than linear, they’re properly establishing their stance
A receiving counter.
Rather than launching an attack, I was preparing a counter move to receive and repel the opponent.
The wavering body. The stance with heels slightly lifted rather than feet planted firmly revealed it all.
This was an unnamed monk’s way of saying… directly put, an admission that I couldn’t fully respond to Joo Seo-jin’s overwhelming speed.
Tap-tap-tap… tack───
Similarly.
As if performing jumping jacks in place, Joo Seo-jin’s body repeated light bouncing motions while remaining at a distance.
First Martial Skill, ‘Siyeong School’. Following preset movements, this was the warm-up phase for acceleration.
Tap-tap-tap, tack───
Top to bottom.
A gradual acceleration that seemed subtly illogical, as if the playback speed of a video had been increased ever so slightly.
By merely repeating short hops, the speed stacks of the Gaming Martial Arts skill accumulated, and my movements grew increasingly disjointed.
An uncanny discord.
At that very moment, Hikaru’s eyes twitched faintly.
The flow of force running through muscles and joints—everything shifted in unison.
Not glaringly obvious, but the way I tensed and released my entire body had fundamentally changed.
‘The preparatory movements… even the stance itself, the foundation is shifting. If this continues, it’s as if—’
Within that discord, Hikaru’s gaze—which had been unconsciously continuing her thoughts without releasing the thread of tension—slowly transformed.
‘That’s it. If this continues, it’s as if— Geom-hu, you’re using the—— Oh.’
She had read through the traces of ‘that’ Gaming Martial Arts technique permeating throughout my entire body.
A fighting art and combat technique she had studied and observed tens of thousands of times—no, far beyond that.
It was something she could never fail to recognize.
And then—
A brief gasp flowed from between her lips, riding the torrent of emotion.
“Chimwol School—”
The next instant.
Pee-ing—
With a sharp sound of air being torn asunder, my body accelerated like a whip snapping taut.
* * *
The essence of Chimwol School lay in organically combining the efficient use of force derived from Systema.
This was done to waste the opponent’s movements while optimizing one’s own, thereby seeking and exploiting variables in combat.
A Gaming Martial Arts technique created to overcome asymmetrical power gaps—to minimize differences in weaponry and physique.
The key was to always maintain balanced control of offense and defense, drawing the opponent into disadvantageous positions.
Releasing tension from muscles and joints, primarily applying curved rather than linear movements, and maintaining steady breathing—all of this served the same purpose.
It concentrated on neutralizing asymmetrical power differentials in actual combat.
However, this also meant something else when viewed inversely.
Simply put—
‘If one possesses asymmetrical power advantage, it becomes possible to forcibly seize combat superiority.’
* * *
At maximum speed, I sprinted across the Training Ground floor in a near-crouch, twisting my body as I extended both hands.
Cha-ang—
Swift response.
Within time flowing sluggishly, as if it had turned to waterlogged cotton, Hikaru’s blade thrust diagonally forward.
A textbook defense, meeting all directions at once. If I were sent flying without overcoming the inertia, the match would be decided.
Normally, that is.
Sss-uu—
By ‘Siyeong School’—my main skill—variable speed was applied, and my body decelerated sharply just before being carried away by inertia.
Due to the syncopation, a new movement connected before the blade could make contact—an inevitability.
—
I stretched my upper body across the marble floor, spreading both hands diagonally to maximize friction through contact area.
Soon, as my upper body pressed against the ground, I lifted my lower body upward, naturally compressing my frame like a coiled spring.
As if I were about to leap—with tremendous force.
Before such a level of physical compression, too intense to dismiss as a bluff, the response was predictable.
『’ Backflip ‘』
Faced with the technique I’d demonstrated once before, an extremely rapid counter followed.
Through middle-level strikes, thrusting in all directions—up, down, left, right—the off-beat timing meant controlling the blade’s tip came too late.
Without anticipating the counter-attack, I would inevitably suffer as before.
The Chimwol School faced the same predicament; if they didn’t respond, an even faster assault would come.
The moment offensive and defensive initiative slipped away and I found myself being led, everything would crumble to nothing.
Hikaru immediately wrenched her sword tip upward by force.
And so───.
* * *
Victory was something inevitably granted to Joo Seo-jin.
* * *
In the silence, or rather the fraction of a moment’s void, Hikaru realized half a beat too late that something was wrong.
‘…Why… isn’t he jumping upward?’
No aerial leap occurred.
Joo Seo-jin kept both hands planted on the ground, his body crouched and twisted, but he didn’t go ‘up’.
The opposite. Paradoxically, Joo Seo-jin’s body descended further, sliding ‘down’ instead.
‘Up’ was not the answer—’down’─── in other words, it was simply this.
Swish───….
‘Wh, what?’
Joo Seo-jin pushed his body with both hands while whipping his legs like a whip, executing a leg sweep.
My center of gravity tilted, my body swayed, and I toppled sideways. So naturally, so seamlessly.
There was no time to comprehend what was happening.
Whoosh───….
‘Ah.’
What appeared next in Hikaru’s vision was a blurred afterimage followed by a crushing blow cascading down.
───.
The finishing strike detonated.
* * *
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[K.O.]
《 WIN! 》
━2P: Joo Seo-jin(=Nameless Monk)

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