Chapter 138: Come On, Come On! (2)
Chapter 137 – Come On, Come On!(2)
“Urrrgh. Oooooh…”
As the new cadet clutched his stomach and groaned, Song Won-gyo formed a sneering smile.
“That is why it would have been better if you had knelt earlier. Do you always have to get beaten to come to your senses?”
At this point, the other new students also became highly tense and swallowed hard.
As Song Won-gyo took a large step closer, the remaining two new students knelt down reflexively.
“W-We are sorry! Please forgive us!”
“Forgiveness…”
Song Won-gyo walked slowly toward the new cadet who had spoken.
“You don’t know, do you?”
“Yes…?”
“That forgiveness is much more difficult and harder than punishment.”
Slap!
Instantly, the new cadet’s cheek was whipped back. Having been struck so hard that even his body was sent flying, he pushed aside a chair and tumbled down just like that.
The other cadets sitting behind Song Won-gyo snickered, wondering what was so amusing.
“Hurry up and crawl back here.”
As Song Won-gyo growled softly, the cadet who had been sent flying crawled back on all fours and knelt again.
Song Won-gyo cradled before him, grabbing his hair violently.
“Urgh!”
His neck twisted back, the new cadet swallowed a groan and grimaced heavily.
“Straighten your face, you bastard.”
“…”
“Look at you. Are you ignoring my words?”
“I-I am sorry.”
“You should not have done something to apologize for. Huh?”
“…”
“Do you think Namgung Cheon is that great? Look forward to it. Because I will let you find out how I raised Namgung Cheon.”
A wicked smile dwelled on Song Won-gyo’s face.
He was already in a bad mood anyway.
When he came to Wuhan after a long time, was it not all about Namgung Cheon with this guy and that guy?
But now Namgung Cheon was going to the Martial Alliance.
It meant he did not have to see that devil-like bastard Namgung Cheon at the Academy anymore.
And he was now a third-year student, in the position of the highest senior.
He had practically become the true king at the Academy.
Song Won-gyo spoke with a creepy smile.
“Who knows? If you guys go through hell under me, maybe you will gain the strength to win the Joint Conference?”
Standing up, Song Won-gyo struck the backs of the new cadets’ heads roughly.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Urgh…!”
“Endure it, you bastards. How can you hope to become a Divine Dragon when you cannot even endure this much? Haha!”
Whack! Whack! Whack…!
The new cadets felt their backs of the heads burning, but they did not dare to resist.
They were regretting it inwardly.
‘The Dragon Heaven Academy… wasn’t Wuhan’s last place for no reason.’
‘Just because they produced one hero didn’t mean the atmosphere of the Academy had changed.’
‘To think we have to spend the next three years in a place like this…’
Truly, they felt like quitting right away and returning to their hometowns.
They felt like spreading rumors to everyone that it was an Academy they must absolutely never attend.
The palm that seemed like it would strike their heads endlessly stopped abruptly at some point.
As the new cadets finally caught their breath and raised their heads, some unfamiliar man was gripping Song Won-gyo’s wrist firmly.
Song Won-gyo glared.
“What is this now?”
At that, the heavily built man let out a deep sigh and clicked his tongue.
“Are you still playing around like this?”
“You… Yun Jong-seung…?”
Song Won-gyo opened his eyes wide.
He did not recognize him at first.
Since Yun Jong-seung always used to wear a somewhat simple-minded expression and scanned others’ reactions.
Yet now, his frame had become relatively sturdy, his face had filled out a bit more plumply, and he gave off the impression of having shed some of his boyish look.
Yun Jong-seung let out a sigh as if he was pathetic.
“When are you going to grow up? You’re bringing disgrace to the Academy all by yourself.”
“You bastard… do you want to die?”
Song Won-gyo was dumbfounded.
A fellow who was faithful to his role as a footrest under his feet until just a few months ago was saying what? When are you going to grow up?
Ha! Unless this son of a bitch was crazy enough to want to die!
As Song Won-gyo glared as if his eyeballs would pop out, Yun Jong-seung smirked as if he did not care at all.
“Hey, even though we haven’t seen each other in a long time, this is a disappointing greeting.”
“Hey, Yun Jong-seung. Since you followed Namgung Cheon around while licking his ass, do you think you’ve become something too? Have you lost your mind?”
“What would I become? I am just Yun Jong-seung.”
“A bastard who knows that acts like this? I’ll…!”
Song Won-gyo, who tried to pull his hand away, flinched and stiffened his expression.
What is this?
His wrist grabbed by Yun Jong-seung would not budge. Far from pulling free, it did not budge at all.
‘Was this bastard originally this strong?’
Unlike the panicked Song Won-gyo, Yun Jong-seung’s expression was completely relaxed.
“Let go.”
“…”
“Won’t you let go?”
As the situation reached this point, the other cadets including Baekli Hyang tilted their heads.
Since they could not understand why he was asking him to let go when he could just pull his hand away.
Regardless, Yun Jong-seung did not even pay mind to Song Won-gyo, and spoke to the new cadets.
“Everyone, stand up.”
“Ah…”
The new cadets glanced at Song Won-gyo’s reaction.
Yun Jong-seung clicked his tongue and continued.
“Stand up. A warrior does not kneel carelessly.”
“Th-Thank you.”
Only then did the three cadets, who stood up awkwardly, quickly clasp their fists and show respect.
One of them glanced at Song Won-gyo’s reaction once more and continued.
“We have heard much of Senior Yun Jong-seung’s reputation.”
“You are the one who created the miracle of reaching the quarterfinals of the Joint Conference.”
At the sudden pouring of praise, Yun Jong-seung scratched the back of his head and smiled like a fool.
“Ehey, why go that far. Hahaha. Who am I. Hehehe.”
“It is an honor to meet you.”
“No, no. I was just lucky.”
“You are even humble.”
“Geez, I said I’m not. Hehehe.”
By this time, Song Won-gyo, who was merely watching the situation, growled like a wild dog.
“Are these bastards playing around right now? Yun Jong-seung, you’re dead today!”
Swish! Whoosh!
In a split second, Song Won-gyo brandished a broken chopstick in his hand.
It was his intention to stab the chopstick straight into his shoulder.
As the chopstick flew in like that!
Snap!
Huh? Snap…?
Song Won-gyo’s eyeballs slowly rolled.
Soon, his wrist held in Yun Jong-seung’s hand was seen dangling, bent bizarrely.
“Urgh, aaaaack!”
In an instant, Song Won-gyo’s scream filled the second-floor room.
Sitting down just like that, Song Won-gyo wailed miserably while clutching his wrist.
The wrist dangling in a bizarre twist was something that anyone could tell at a glance was broken.
“Sob! Urgh! Arrrrgh!”
As the situation flowed in an unexpected direction, Baekli Hyang jumped up and ran over.
“Yun Jong-seung! What are you doing! Do you think you’ll get away with this?”
“Uh… well… it seems there is a bit of a misunderstanding here…”
“What misunderstanding!”
“Well… I did not do it on purpose… Haha…”
“Crazy bastard.”
Baekli Hyang shot him a vicious glare.
Meanwhile, Yun Jong-seung was truly flustered and turned pale.
Wow, this is really awkward.
Actually, Yun Jong-seung had absolutely no intention of breaking his wrist.
It was just that he failed to control his strength. Or else…
“Is Brother Song’s wrist originally on the weaker side?”
“What? You son of a bitch!”
Asking out of genuine curiosity had instead provoked his temper.
Yun Jong-seung looked down at his hand with a sheepish expression.
It seemed that training during the academy break was showing its effects in its own way.
Recalling the advice Namgung Cheon had given him, he had always tried to circulate his qi.
Thanks to that, he was now able to perform the Red Lotus Palm perfectly. At the same time, he gained an additional effect, which was that his grip strength had become incredibly strong.
Even so, he had thought he could control it in his own way now…
‘To think it would snap just like that.’
As Yun Jong-seung clicked his tongue internally, the pale-faced Song Won-gyo shouted with spite.
“Yun Jong-seung, you son of a bitch! I will kill you!”
“Well… I am sorry about your wrist. The medical fees…”
“Shut up! What are you doing? Stomp on that bastard!”
Song Won-gyo shouted with an expression like a demon.
Yun Jong-seung let out a sigh and slowly took his stance.
Since things had turned out this way, was it unavoidable?
Narrowing his eyes, Yun Jong-seung looked at the three who were sitting with Song Won-gyo.
Baekli Hyang and the two cadets who were no different from these two lackeys.
‘If it’s about three, somehow…’
Having finished his calculation, Yun Jong-seung spoke to the new cadets.
“You guys should leave.”
“Yes? Th-Then what about the noodles…”
Instantly, Yun Jong-seung looked back with an absurd expression.
No, how could there be bastards just like me?
“Do you want to set a memorial table with noodles?”
“W-We will leave right now! Thank you, Senior!”
As the three left, Yun Jong-seung slowly circulated his energy.
‘Well, maybe it is for the better. Against these guys, I can confirm the results of my training…’
It was at that moment.
Clatter. Clatter.
Instantly, did everyone on the second floor not pull back their chairs and stand up, turning toward Yun Jong-seung?
All of them revealing a menacing fighting spirit.
Uh… this isn’t right. What is this?
As Yun Jong-seung backed away in bewilderment, Song Won-gyo, who was sitting down, spit out a highly hoarse voice with a still-pale face.
“I told you, didn’t I, you bastard? You are dead now.”
“…”
“They are the warriors of the Zhengzhou Sect entering the Academy this year.”
“All of… this?”
“Yes. The martial academies managed by the Zhengzhou Sect alone number over ten. Anyway, you are dead now, you son of a bitch.”
“Mmm.”
Just how many people are here? Is this bastard planning to feed the entire Dragon Heaven Academy by himself?
Yun Jong-seung’s face slowly distorted.
This was definitely unexpected.
‘This is a case not in my calculations. Since things have turned out this way…’
Yun Jong-seung suddenly released his stance and let out a hearty laugh.
“Hahaha. As expected of the Zhengzhou Sect. My clan still has a long way to go to catch up to the Zhengzhou Sect. Juniors entering this year! Listen well. This senior wants to give you a stern admonition, but I am a bit busy. Let us postpone it to next time. Well then, congratulations on your entrance!”
Swish!
Having finished speaking, did Yun Jong-seung not leap in the blink of an eye, vault clean over the railing, and disappear?
Song Won-gyo screamed with spite.
“What are you doing! Catch that bastard and beat him up!”
“Yes!”
Simultaneously with the answer, nearly twenty warriors leaped all at once and began to pursue him.
* * *
Around the time the sun was setting.
A dead-end alley in Wuhan.
Yun Jong-seung, panting heavily with his back against the wall.
From his torn and swollen eyelids, blood kept dripping down.
His hair was also damp, soaked in blood. His lips were torn, and his teeth were stained red.
However, around him lay four or five new cadets sprawled in even more wretched states.
They were those who had broken bones or suffered deep internal injuries and could not move.
Still, those surrounding Yun Jong-seung numbered about fifteen.
One cadet glared at Yun Jong-seung and ground his teeth.
“That persistent bastard…!”
“Pant, pant…! I… learned one thing from Namgung Cheon. What that is…”
While Yun Jong-seung was speaking, one new cadet rushed forward like lightning.
Thwack!
The fist he threw struck Yun Jong-seung’s face squarely.
However, Yun Jong-seung, who stumbled once, immediately regained his balance and counterattacked as if bouncing.
Thwack!
“Argh!”
The new cadet, struck in the solar plexus, collapsed on the spot and vomited blood.
“Bleeegh!”
“Pant, pant… I was speaking, you motherfucker… What that is… is that the more you get beaten, the better you fight.”
After finishing speaking, Yun Jong-seung smirked, revealing his blood-stained teeth chillingly.
Those surrounding Yun Jong-seung instantly felt a shiver run down their spines.
Yun Jong-seung chuckled.
“Why? Are you scared? Still, consider yourselves lucky it’s me. Because if you had run into Namgung Cheon, you would have been corpses long ago.”
“Eek, strike!”
The moment dozen-odd people raised their momentum, Yun Jong-seung waved his hand and shouted.
“Bring it on! Bring it on! You motherfuckers! Bring it on!”