Chapter 20

A bracket can be made dramatic if you want it to be. The question of how the four Confuciuses of the Southern Palace could have participated in the tournament and not met once before the final was about to be decided was gathering steam.
“Finally.”
There were only two bouts left to determine the winner of the sword tournament, and the opponent I faced before the winner was someone I had already seen.
The one smiling at me was none other than Gaeki.
It was a four-gong male archery dog.
“That time, I was caught off guard, so don’t even think about contributing, because I’ll show that asshole what I’m made of.”
When I saw him giggling, I grinned widely, showing my white teeth. My laughter made the male dog unable to smile back.
“Hmph, you’ve got a lot of leeway, and you’re about to kneel before me.”
I turned to the giggling dog and opened my mouth to speak. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
“You know that, asshole.”
“What?”
“That I can’t write.”
As if he knew I couldn’t use nae-gong.
And at my words, the male dog snapped his mouth shut.
This guy was an asshole. An asshole who didn’t recognize my family to save his own life. A dog that tried to bite me even though I recognized it.
And for a dog like that.
The stick was the medicine.
“Namgung Ban, Grand Duke of the Namgung Clan, vs. Namgung Dog, 4th Duke of the Namgung Clan.”
Namgung Ho, as he was called, stared at me and Namgung Dog, then quietly stepped back and lowered his hand. It meant the match was on.
I would pound him without mercy.
Pow!
The ground slammed into Namgung Dog’s body, and he simultaneously lowered his sword. It was the Heavenly Wind Sword Technique that Namgung Hyuk had demonstrated earlier.
The power it contained was considerable, but unlike Nam Gung-hyeok’s, it was nothing to write home about.
With a loud crashing sound, Nam Gung-hyeon spun around once and rolled violently on the bluestone floor.
The smile on Nam Gung-hyeok’s face instantly disappeared. At the same time, a question arose.
His expression was too transparent to be that of a child, and I couldn’t help but feel ridiculous. I shook my head in disbelief, wondering what in the world he could possibly be dreaming about with a child like this.
This is why I’m afraid of the width of a woman’s skirt.
Anyway.
The Southern Archer Dog, who had been looking down at his sword and trusting in its power, couldn’t understand this moment.
“What kind of trick did you use!”
“The trick is yours, it’s called a trick.”
Danzhen was still unmoving, but my skill was not limited to him. The veins and veins of my entire body, which I had made a habit of, were pulsating, and they were gradually moving of their own volition.
“If you don’t know anything else, remember this. I don’t care what else you do, remember this: my family doesn’t bite.”
But you crossed the line.
Thirteen Sword Thunder.
Solar Eclipse, Bunshi Thunder.
Already the moment it flashed, the male dog flinched at the cool sensation against my uvula. It had realized. That I can use the inner ball.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made a move like this.
“Ha, ant……!”
He likes surrender.
Kwazik!
* * *
From the conversation between the Grand Duke and the Fourth Duke, Namgung Ho had already realized who had done what.
So, while he was still pondering how to resolve the matter after the sword council, the game had already been decided.
The flashing movements were unmistakably the work of the Sixty-Three Elders. As an Elder, there was no way he couldn’t recognize it.
However.
The spirit energy flowing from the tip of the Grand Duke’s sword was clearly internal.
He couldn’t use it.
How on earth……?
He didn’t know how he was able to use it, but he put his surprise aside and quickly tried to make a decision about the match.
“Grand Duke Namgungse wins……!”
The moment.
Kwajik.
Namgung-ho, who was about to argue the winner, froze in surprise.
The hilt of the Grand Duke’s sword ruthlessly smashed into the bridge of Nangong’s nose, sending him crashing to the ground.
It wasn’t uncommon to see the dukes of the Southern Palace competing with each other in the sword circle, and I’d seen many times when they couldn’t eat each other.
Kwajik! Kwazik!
The sword sticks smashed into the faces of the already confused Southern Palace dogs, cracking their foreheads and breaking several teeth.
Never before had he shown such ruthlessness.
If the boy’s skin was hard, how much harder must it be.
A ghastly sound burst forth, accompanied by a woman’s scream.
“Kaaaaaah!”
Namgung Ho, who had come to his senses, shot out like a wildfire and pushed the Grand Duke back.
“What are you doing, what kind of disgraceful…… is this in the Sacred Sword Sect?”
A frosty voice burst out, and Namgung Ho glared at the Grand Duke.
What kind of tournament is the Sword Branch Competition?
It’s a festival as well as an event that represents the Southern Palace. At the same time, it’s also a way to showcase the strength of the Southern Palace and showcase the future.
To ruin such a competition would mean tarnishing the name of the Southern Palace.
At the same time, the members of the Iron Sword Squad surrounded the sword club.
“……Even if you are the Grand Duke, you will be held responsible for creating this situation, and you will have to pay the price.”
At Nan Gonghu’s command, two members of the Iron Sword Squad scooped up the limp dog and disappeared.
“There are many eyes to see, you should go down now. Follow up with me later…….”
Namgung Ho, who was speaking in a reprimanding tone, glared at the Grand Duke.
……Sometimes.
Hmph.
The moment he saw the Grand Duke smiling, he felt something was wrong.
As if.
As if he had been praying for this moment to come.
* * *
One of the fundamental reasons that ails a family is the rivalry between the clans. Heated rivalries and scheming sow the seeds of discord, not growth.
In my previous life, the rivalry that never ended after twenty years eventually led to the death of the Southern Palace and Namgung Byeok in my previous life.
Some encouraged it.
Others watched.
What’s in it for me, where will it help me.
In the endless race for vested interests, they ate each other alive.
I was determined to nip that seed in the bud before it took root.
And.
The moment I made my decision, I smirked. Next to Namgung Ho, I turned to face Ms. Pyeon.
As I looked at her, I took out the three texts from my bosom.
Emperor Sword Form.
It was a twisted imperial sword form, just like the one I had mastered, and it was three books.
At the same time, I sent up An Baek, who was waiting below, and the servants who had brought me tea, and the servants who had served refreshments to the other members of the Southern Palace.
At the sight of that, I was about to shout out, “What is he trying to do to me?
Standing in his way was In-young, an unreliable man who seemed unusually supportive today.
I nodded as he told me what to do.
“Emperor Sword Brother, I’m a martial artist from the Southern Palace who doesn’t need to explain himself.”
Many people were dumbfounded by this scene. The suddenness of the situation, as well as the contextlessness of the Emperor Sword Formation’s secret book, left them all with dumbfounded expressions.
“At the same time, it’s also a martial art with a twist.”
“…….”
“The fact that there are three volumes means that someone has secretly transcribed it, and the fact that it’s twisted means that someone has been playing around with it. It must be poisonous when cooked.”
These were the words of the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace Clan, albeit an asshole. It was impossible not to be interested.
This was the center of Anhui, the home of the Southern Palace Family.
When asked to verify his words with something that sounded like it came from somewhere, the Grand Duke reached into his bosom.
“The one who can prove it is right here.”
* * *
“Kaaaaaah!”
The woman stiffened, her mouth gaping open, and shuddered at the rage that was about to overtake her. The sight of her child, the one she had loved, nurtured, and soothed, being carried away made her uncontrollably angry.
What have I done to get you to this point?
How hard I’ve worked to make her a kazoo!
He was filled with a sense of emptiness, not only because his child had been taken away, but also because all of his hard work to create Gaju had come to naught.
He glared with bloodshot eyes at the Grand Duke who had ruined everything.
I will tear you apart.
I will bring him before my eyes, and gouge out his arrogant eyes!
With that vow, he looked at the Grand Duke.
……dead.
Thinking stopped.
Mr. Pang’s heart, which had been burning hot at the sight of him, turned cold. The smile on the boy’s face, barely fifteen years old, sent an eerie chill down the back of his neck.
When he saw the Grand Duke smiling at him, and the three texts he had taken out from his bosom, he froze.
“Emperor Sword Form, I’m a martial artist of the Southern Palace who doesn’t need to explain himself.”
How come.
Why on earth would the Grand Duke have all three of the secret books.
“At the same time, he’s also a martial artist with a twist.”
How is it that this guy can’t bite off more than he can chew.
“Three volumes means that someone has not only secretly transcribed this kung fu, but has also done something to it, like twisting it. It must be poisonous when cooked.”
But one thing was certain.
I didn’t think I could let the Grand Duke talk anymore.
“Hmph, Black Tiger.”
“…….”
“Black Tiger, get him out of here!”
Mr. Crazy Thought immediately turned to the person he trusted the most.
“Pull him out! He’s at…… right now!”
Hearing her urgent voice, the loyal and faithful one said.
“I’m sorry.”
The apology came out, not a promise to follow through.
“What, what are you sorry……?”
Then.
Something snapped and popped out of the Grand Duke’s arms.
It was a plaque with the name Black written on it.
Black Ho looked at the plaque and slowly turned his back to Mr. Pang, which made Mr. Pang think that something was wrong.
“Hmph, Black Ho?”
“I’ve been credited with saving my life a total of twenty-three times, and twenty of them were dishonorable, and I’ve fulfilled every single one of them without complaint. But now.”
Black Tiger’s eyes turned to Mr. Pang, and his gaze was haunted.
“I will pay the rest of the price at the Southern Palace, so please.”
Black Tiger’s last words dug deep into Mr. Pang’s heart.
“Don’t call my name anymore.”