The Beggar Young Mas Chapter 139 : Sorry About That

With the exception of the fainted Gwangcheon, the people in the room moved to the training ground.

"..."

Leaving the spectators behind, Namgung Il and Ma Dong-pal faced each other in the center of the training ground.

And between them, Ak Simin stood as an observer.

The training ground was not very large, so even with just this many people, it felt completely full.

"Both of you, rember what I said earlier."

"..."

"Of course, you can't kill your opponent, and it's also forbidden to use a move that would injure them."

Ak Simin said, looking at both sides alternately.

In fact, what Ak Simin was demanding was truly absurd.

Killing was one thing, but what kind of ntality was it to tell them not to get hurt when they were about to swing their weapons at each other?

Ak Simin himself was well aware of that contradiction, but even so, he could only say those words to the two of them.

Nod—.

The two imdiately nodded their heads at Ak Simin's words.

A small sigh escaped at that sight.

In fact, it was best not to have a duel, but the two still seed to have no intention of backing down.

'It can't be helped.'

Since it had co to this, he had no choice but to keep his wits about him.

Although he had warned them in advance, would these two brats even follow it properly?

In the first place, once the duel began in earnest, the possibility that they would not rember his warning was very high.

"..."

A duel ans to compete with each other according to mutually agreed upon rules.

In the sense that they actually clash swords, it has a common point with a general confrontation, but of course, there is a difference in its purpose.

If a confrontation is a fight to kill each other, a duel is a fight to confirm each other's skills.

It is easy to understand if you think of it as a training thod that is closer to a real battle.

'Even martial artists who have been training together for a long ti are prone to getting hurt if they are even a little careless.'

Of course, most of the students at the Flying Dragon Academy would have little experience with duels.

Unless the skill difference between the two was overwhelmingly large, it would be unreasonable to hope that it would end without anyone getting hurt.

So it was a ti when the role of the observer was more important than ever.

"I'll ask one last ti... do either of you have any intention of changing your weapons?"

"No."

"That's not happening."

The two imdiately answered Ak Simin's question again.

If they were to hold wooden swords instead of real swords, the safety would be much higher... He had asked again just in case, but the two's answers were still the sa.

"What I want is a real sword fight. But if I hold a wooden sword, I can't show my true skills."

"You know sothing. A man should use a real sword."

"We agree on that part."

Namgung Il and Ma Dong-pal said and smiled aningfully at each other.

If they were going to get along so well, they shouldn't fight each other.

Ak Simin grumbled inwardly and then opened his mouth.

"Both of you, take ten steps back."

"..."

"And when I give the signal, you start."

The distance between the two was too close now.

Following Ak Simin's instructions, the two turned around and took ten steps back, and then turned back to face each other.

Whoosh—.

Just then, Ma Dong-pal drew the Zhanmadao from his back.

A wind pressure was created around him just by drawing it.

The size of the Zhanmadao was so huge that it would be difficult for an average adult man to hold it with both hands, but Ma Dong-pal was swinging it lightly with one hand.

"Is that the sa one I broke last ti?"

"No, that one was impossible to repair, so I had to throw it away with tears in my eyes."

"That's a sha."

"Instead, I brought a sturdier one! So this ti, it won't break as easily as last ti."

Ma Dong-pal's expression and voice were full of confidence.

Hearing those words, Namgung Il, who was not saying anything with a aningful smile.

As it seed both of them were roughly ready, Ak Simin stepped back slightly and raised his right hand.

Swoosh—.

Seeing that, Ma Dong-pal lowered his posture slightly.

It seed he was planning to rush at Namgung Il as soon as Ak Simin's signal fell.

In contrast, Namgung Il had not even drawn his sword yet.

'Co to think of it, is this the first ti I'm seeing this guy's skills?'

With his right hand raised, Ak Simin glanced at Namgung Il.

He knew that his skills were not to be trifled with, as he had sent Hwang Dong-jae and his gang to the Heavenly Doctor Hall by himself, but he had never seen Namgung Il fight directly until now.

Because of that, apart from his worries, a sense of anticipation arose in his heart.

To be honest, he was curious to see what kind of performance Namgung Il would show against Ma Dong-pal.

'No, I don't have ti to be distracted by that.'

Rather than being curious about Namgung Il's skills, he should be thinking about when and how to stop the duel between the two.

Ak Simin shook his head vigorously as if to co to his senses and looked straight ahead.

"...Start!"

Ak Simin shouted vigorously and lowered his right hand.

That was the signal to start the duel.

The one who moved first was, as expected, Ma Dong-pal.

Thump— Thump—.

Ma Dong-pal was rushing towards Namgung Il, making a heavy sound as big as his body.

At the sa ti, he raised his Zhanmadao high.

Although his rushing speed was not very fast, just the approach of that huge body was a sufficient threat.

'It would be better to dodge.'

Seeing that, Ak Simin warned Namgung Il inwardly.

Just as it looked on the outside, Ma Dong-pal's physical strength was by far the most outstanding in the Vermilion Bird Class.

No, not just the Vermilion Bird Class, but if you were to compare purely by strength in the entire Flying Dragon Academy, wouldn't he be in the top three?

Ak Simin could confidently say that even the students of the Azure Dragon Class would not be able to easily face Ma Dong-pal if they were to fight him head-on.

'Of course... that's all there is to it.'

If you were to consider purely physical strength, Ma Dong-pal's skills surpassed those of the Azure Dragon Class.

But martial arts were by no ans determined by strength alone.

For example, speed.

Compared to his monstrously powerful strength, Ma Dong-pal's movents were so slow that they could be called hopeless.

Thump— Thump—.

Even now, Ma Dong-pal's approaching speed was not very fast.

Of course, if you thought about him running with that huge Zhanmadao, it was a sufficiently fast level, but in a duel between martial artists, such circumstances are not taken into consideration.

"..."

Namgung Il would be able to react to Ma Dong-pal's movents sufficiently.

Because of that, Ak Simin had deliberately widened the distance between the two before starting the duel.

Because if Ma Dong-pal had swung his Zhanmadao right in front of him, it might have been difficult for Namgung Il to react.

But if he could observe from a distance like that, it was possible to think and move in advance.

Thump— Thump—.

In the anti, Ma Dong-pal was diligently approaching Namgung Il.

The distance had already closed by more than half.

At this point, Namgung Il should also be moving instead of just standing still, but for so reason, Namgung Il was still standing in place without even drawing his sword.

'That brat Namgung Il... could it be?'

Seeing that, Ak Simin's expression contorted.

The fact that Namgung Il was still standing there ant that he had no intention of dodging, didn't it?

In other words, it seed he was planning to take Ma Dong-pal's attack head-on.

'You foolish brat!'

As he had said earlier, if you were to consider only physical strength, Ma Dong-pal was on par with or even surpassed the guys from the Azure Dragon Class.

To think he would face such a Ma Dong-pal head-on... Ak Simin couldn't understand at all why he was trying to take the difficult path, leaving the easy path.

'Ma Dong-pal... please don't cause any trouble.'

He had even widened the distance to show him his weakness... but Namgung Il had kicked away his efforts nicely.

As long as they clashed head-on, Ma Dong-pal's advantage would be certain.

Ak Simin was now worried about how much Namgung Il would be able to withstand Ma Dong-pal's blow.

Of course, since he had told him in advance, Ma Dong-pal would also control his strength to so extent and not use his full power.

Woong—.

What do you an control his strength?

Ak Simin's eyes widened when he discovered the energy that had ford on Ma Dong-pal's Zhanmadao.

'That crazy bastard!'

Seeing that he had even drawn out his internal energy, he could tell that he had no intention of going easy.

To think he would go into a duel with all his might after being warned so much... Ak Simin tried to stop the duel before a bigger accident happened.

"S-stop!"

Ak Simin shouted urgently.

But whether he couldn't hear his voice, or he was deliberately ignoring it, Ma Dong-pal still didn't stop his steps.

Phat—.

In the end, Ak Simin tried to jump in between them and forcibly stop the duel.

But before that, the Zhanmadao was already falling on Namgung Il's head.

At that mont, an unknown flash occurred in the training ground.

"...!"

An unbelievable sight was unfolding before his eyes.

An unknown radiance had montarily appeared in the training ground, and then the light disappeared and his vision began to beco clear.

What ca into Ak Simin's sight was the figure of Ma Dong-pal holding his Zhanmadao high.

It was not the motion before swinging the Zhanmadao down. It was just that the swung Zhanmadao had been repelled and he was holding it high due to the rebound.

'What on earth is this...'

Ak Simin imdiately looked at Namgung Il, who was standing in front of Ma Dong-pal.

Crackle—.

Electric sparks were occasionally occurring around Namgung Il's body.

In his right hand, he was holding a sword that was glowing with a blue light, which he had drawn at so point, and to Ak Simin, it looked as if Namgung Il was holding lightning in his hand.

'This brat, what on earth...'

At that marvelous sight, Ak Simin was montarily at a loss for words.

But in the anti, Ma Dong-pal, who had co to his senses and was swinging his Zhanmadao at Namgung Il again.

At that mont, Namgung Il swung his sword, creating a small flash.

Clang-clang-clang—!

As a sharp sound echoed, Ma Dong-pal's Zhanmadao was lifted high again.

Why was he being pushed back in a head-on confrontation?

Since he had not been careless at all this ti, that question was clearly visible in Ma Dong-pal's eyes.

'...So that's what it was.'

At first, Ak Simin had not been able to see Namgung Il's movents properly because the light had been strong for a mont, but this ti, he had not missed it and had been able to see everything.

Namgung Il had by no ans repelled the Zhanmadao with strength.

It could be said that he had overwheld Ma Dong-pal with speed rather than strength.

In the one mont that Ma Dong-pal had swung his Zhanmadao, Namgung Il had struck the sa spot a total of three tis.

"..."

That wasn't all.

The fact that he had swung his sword before Ma Dong-pal had completely swung his Zhanmadao was also a very noteworthy point.

'No matter how ridiculously strong he is... if you cut him off like that before he completely swings his saber, he can't exert all of his original strength.'

It was a very simple principle.

Just as the power of a punch is strongest at the mont the arm is fully extended, the mont when a saber is swung and falls right on the opponent's head is the mont of greatest power.

But Namgung Il had blocked Ma Dong-pal's Zhanmadao before it reached that point.

In that case, Ma Dong-pal would not be able to use even half of his pure strength, and on top of that, as a result of swinging his sword at the sa spot three tis, the Zhanmadao had been repelled in vain just like before.

'An amazing brat... does a young brat know how to do that?'

Even if you knew the principle, it was very difficult to use it in a real battle.

Imagine it for a mont. A sword is flying at you, and can you swing your sword at the exact right ti?

Of course, since Ma Dong-pal's movents were slow, it might be a little easier to hit, but it was by no ans sothing that could be done easily.

"..."

To have succeeded in such a difficult technique not once, but twice, so nicely.

Was he truly a genius who had inherited the blood of the Namgung Clan... Ak Simin was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even laugh.

"Ugh...!"

Even though such a thing had happened in front of his eyes, Ma Dong-pal still couldn't understand why his Zhanmadao had been repelled so helplessly.

'I... was pushed back in a strength fight?'

He had by no ans been careless this ti.

But to be pushed back so disgracefully again in a head-on confrontation where he was most confident.

Ma Dong-pal's face contorted as he gripped his Zhanmadao with both hands.

Vroom—.

If one hand doesn't work, swing with two.

For Ma Dong-pal, who had a simple personality, that was the best move.

However.

Crackle—.

At that mont, a change occurred in the sword Namgung Il was holding.

The blue lightning had changed its form to red lightning, and Namgung Il, just like before, swung the red-changed Thunder Tiger Sword at the Zhanmadao.

Clang-clang-clang—! Crack—.

A sharp tallic sound was heard in succession again.

But unlike before, a strange sound was also mixed in behind it.

Thump—!

Sothing heavy fell on the floor.

It was the blade of the Zhanmadao that Ma Dong-pal was holding.

Ma Dong-pal had not let go of his Zhanmadao. It was just that the blade, which had been cut in half, had fallen powerlessly on the floor.

"Sorry about that."

"...!"

"It seems you just got a new one. Next ti, get a sturdier one."

Ma Dong-pal, who was holding the broken Zhanmadao as if it were absurd.

In front of him, Namgung Il was saying so with a calm smile.

(End of Chapter)