Chapter 116

Tang Mun-cheon, from the Sichuan Tang Clan, stood arrogantly, letting the hem of his deep green martial robe flutter in the wind. The deep green robe was a garment that only the clan members of the Sichuan Tang Clan were permitted to wear.

The deep green robe with the four characters of the Sichuan Tang Clan written on it was not a garment that just anyone could wear. Nor was it something that could be bought with money. It was a robe that was only permitted to be worn by the direct descendants of the Sichuan Tang Clan.

When it came to the great sects of the Jianghu, they all had their own unique colors and patterns. This helped to distinguish their origins and also helped to prevent accidents in advance. Because even in a state of silence, they could confirm each other's identity to some extent by looking at it once.

Once a sect designated its official color or symbol, it would not change it unless there was a special reason. It was a funny story, but although everyone was keeping quiet about it, it was said that there had been several struggles over it.

"Will it be okay?"

Hyo-ryong asked, looking at Jang Hong. He could not shake off his worry. This was the first time Bi Ryu-yeon was facing someone who used poison. Jang Hong's expression, who knew more about Tang Mun-cheon than he did, was now stiff.

"...We have no choice but to trust him..."

He had given all the advice he could yesterday. Of course, it was questionable whether he had been listening properly, but now they had no choice but to wait for the results.

Bi Ryu-yeon stared straight into the eyes of Tang Mun-cheon, who was looking at him with a quite arrogant posture. Tang Mun-cheon, as if displeased by Bi Ryu-yeon's gaze, was slowly distorting his impression.

He had heard enough about what kind of person the punk in front of him was from Jang Hong last night to make his ears hurt. His ears were still ringing. Jang Hong had grabbed his ear and had warned him to be careful.

'When you get old, you just worry more.'

Jang Hong's appearance yesterday was just like that.

Bi Ryu-yeon did not like Tang Mun-cheon's conceited attitude of looking at him as if he were showing off from the beginning. From the moment he saw him, he had determined that he was an unlucky punk just from the aura he was emitting.

At first, he had thought that Jeon Ok-gi was the only one with a prestigious family superiority complex. But seeing that Tang Mun-cheon, who was standing in front of him now, was the same kind of person, it seemed that there were more than one or two punks with this symptom.

Often in the world, there were often scoundrels who thought that if they just had money, background, and power, everything would be fine. On top of that, when a certain amount of martial arts was added, there were also punks who had become the scoundrels among scoundrels.

They were human scum who greatly mistook themselves as chosen and treated the weak and the common people like dogs and insects. In their eyes, the weak were not worth living. Or they naturally thought that they were just creatures created to obey and serve them. Tang Mun-cheon, Bi Ryu-yeon's opponent who was standing in front of him now, was also like that.

If he was a disciple of a prestigious family, he was a disciple, and if he was a direct disciple of a prestigious great sect, he was a disciple, but what was the use of that? Did he think that his sign would protect his life until he died of old age? If he thought so, it could only be described as a truly infantile, foolish idea. No other words came to mind.

But now, Tang Mun-cheon, one of that kind of human, was acting all high and mighty, as if he had something, as if he were strong, as if he were cool, in front of Bi Ryu-yeon. And with all his might! He was the kind of human that Bi Ryu-yeon hated the most. There was no way Bi Ryu-yeon's heart would be at ease. It was Bi Ryu-yeon, who could no longer stand to see such a sight because it was an eyesore.

Tang Mun-cheon was still glaring at Bi Ryu-yeon with an arrogant attitude. It was about time he stopped, looking at the atmosphere. Statistically speaking, this kind of punk had not a single speck of consideration for others, so they were clueless and dull.

He did not realize that he was now diligently digging his own grave. He also seemed to be completely unaware of the killing intent that was subtly closing in.

Bi Ryu-yeon asked.

"I heard you use poison?"

Tang Mun-cheon nodded his head with dignity, as if he were proud of that fact. It was an attitude that asked why he was asking something so obvious.

"Aha! Then you're a fool!"

But at Bi Ryu-yeon's following reckless remark, Tang Mun-cheon was filled with rage. Tang Mun-cheon had never seen a punk who acted so recklessly in front of him in his life.

"You punk! Do you know who I am!"

Tang Mun-cheon's eyes flashed, and he burst into a roar. It was a sight that clearly showed how angry he was. Bi Ryu-yeon, looking at such a Tang Mun-cheon, let out an inward laugh. There was another punk here who was just like Jeon Ok-gi.

"So what? If I know your background, power, or status, will your martial prowess become 20 times stronger, or will I become 1/100th as weak? If you think so, it's a great delusion and a huge miscalculation, so I'd like to advise you to drink some cold water and come to your senses."

Bi Ryu-yeon's tongue was as sharp as a viper's. Tang Mun-cheon's face, who was listening, became darker and darker.

"Wh..., wh... what! Are you done talking?"

"I'm not done yet, so wait a bit."

It was Bi Ryu-yeon's blunt reply. Tang Mun-cheon's anger only deepened.

'Come to think of it, my master said that!'

Thinking about it now, it seemed that those words were right. Wasn't there nothing wrong with them!

Poison...!

Come to think of it, Bi Ryu-yeon had once asked about poison in the past.

Bi Ryu-yeon's consciousness completely ignored the existence of Tang Mun-cheon in front of him and jumped over the river of time of eight years.

When Bi Ryu-yeon was 14 years old, he had asked his master.

"Master! What kind of punks are those who use poison?"

His master had answered without hesitation.

"Fools!"

"Then what about the punks who apply poison to their hidden weapons?"

"Weakling fools!"

"What about the punks who use dirty tricks?"

"Idiots!"

"Then what about the punks who rush in head-on even though they know they can't win?"

"Morons!"

It was a clear answer. It was also very easy to understand. This aspect of his master was indeed worth emulating. Just this aspect..., except for the others!

"Aha! I see!"

Bi Ryu-yeon clapped his hands. It was a very pleasant thing to understand and realize something.

"So, next time I meet a weakling fool, moron, idiot punk who uses both poison and hidden weapons that don't even work, I should take care of them myself, is that what you mean!"

His master had nodded his head as if it were a matter of course. He had also praised him for understanding his words well.

"Yes! It's very simple. Anyway, if the first attempt at administering poison fails, it's over. Especially the punks who try to win by using poison without even knowing that their opponent is immune to poison are really fools."

"Somehow, it's similar to you, master."

Bi Ryu-yeon said with an understanding expression.

"What?"

Ttak!

A fist that had flown in as if waiting, without fail, had struck Bi Ryu-yeon's head.

"Hmm..."

A bad memory had come up for no reason. As a price for that, that punk was dead.

"What do you want to see?"

Bi Ryu-yeon asked, without erasing the smile on his red lips.

"What kind of goblin play is this?"

Tang Mun-cheon, who was in a state of confrontation, asked back with a puzzled look. He had no other thought than to crush this impudent greenhorn as soon as possible.

"Do you want the one from four days ago, or the one from five days ago?"

Without caring about the opponent's reaction, Bi Ryu-yeon continued to ask questions that forced a choice on Tang Mun-cheon.

"Stop the nonsense and come at me! It's annoying!"

It was not Tang Mun-cheon to answer a question he did not understand, and he had nothing to say.

"I told you I'd do as you wish."

Tang Mun-cheon was displeased with Bi Ryu-yeon, who was grinning.

"Do what?"

"So, I'm kindly asking you whether you want to see what I ate four days ago or what I ate five days ago. Can you just ignore my kindness like this? This is not right."

Tang Mun-cheon's double wick instantly shot up to the sky, and sparks flew from his eyes.

What was he going to see? Let alone five days, there was no way that what he had eaten three days ago would still be undigested! The meaning of Bi Ryu-yeon's words was that he would beat him up enough to make him vomit everything in his stomach. Naturally, sparks flew from Tang Mun-cheon's eyes, and he lost his temper.

Since the lid was already open, there was no way that words would get through. There was no reason left anywhere. In contrast, Bi Ryu-yeon was still leisurely and full of confidence. Tang Mun-cheon was just puzzled where that absurd confidence was coming from.

Tang Mun-cheon felt that if he could turn the punk in front of his eyes into a pool of blood, a hundred poisons would not be a waste. But since it would result in disqualification if he used a deadly technique on his opponent and the opponent died, he had decided to use a weak poison, although it was a pity. But even though it was weak, it was a muscle-breaking poison that would twist all the muscles in the body if one were poisoned. He had administered the poison secretly, with a sinister smile on his face.

Tang Mun-cheon did not doubt Bi Ryu-yeon's poisoning for a moment. But that was the most fatal mistake. He had made a mistake that should never have been made. It was wrong from the beginning to have used poison as a means of attack.

"You..., you..., you..., you...!"

Tang Mun-cheon said, his eyes wide with astonishment, pointing his finger with a trembling arm. No, it was more accurate to say that he had stuttered.

"Why?"

It was Bi Ryu-yeon's reaction, as if nothing had happened, as calm as ever.

"Why, why is nothing happening? H..., how can you stand there so calmly?"

Originally, if things had gone as they should have, Bi Ryu-yeon should have been holding onto his twisting muscles and rolling on the ground, screaming. But now, Bi Ryu-yeon was as calm as if nothing had happened. Besides, no trace of poisoning could be found anywhere on his body. The choice of poison and the reading of the wind direction were all accurate. It was a perfect administration of poison, worthy of praise. But the opponent was just calm in front of the famous poison of the Tang Clan, as if nothing had happened.

"That's why I told you. You're a fool!"

It was Bi Ryu-yeon's one word, as if to say 'see?'.

"H..., how can this be...?"

Tang Mun-cheon could not help but be dumbfounded at the unbelievable reality.

"You'd better give up early on the thought of doing something to my body with just this. That's why you're called a weakling fool."

It was Bi Ryu-yeon's one word, not forgetting to rub salt in the wound.

Tang Mun-cheon could not give up here. Tang Mun-cheon of the famous Sichuan Tang Clan, one of the eight great families, could not give up and sit down here. He took out an ink whip from his waist. If poison didn't work, now it was hidden weapons and martial arts. Bi Ryu-yeon was in a leisurely attitude, as if he would face him at any time.

Sik, sik, sik!

Tang Mun-cheon was now breathing roughly, as if he were exhausted. The signs of fatigue were evident. He was swinging the poison whip and scattering hidden weapons whenever he had a chance, but not a single one was grazing Bi Ryu-yeon's body. The hidden weapon pouch was getting lighter and lighter, and his shoulders were starting to ache, but the opponent showed no signs of being affected.

Tang Mun-cheon tasted the emotion of despair for the first time in his life. Bi Ryu-yeon's body might have been a monster, an illusion, or a mirage that he could not reach. Otherwise, how could such a thing happen?

When Bi Ryu-yeon looked at Tang Mun-cheon, he was breathing heavily, and his complexion was pale, so he looked very unwell. Seeing that, a beautiful(?) thought suddenly came to Bi Ryu-yeon's mind that he wanted to let Tang Mun-cheon, who had worked so hard to give him a lot of poison and hidden weapons, rest. As expected, a person should rest when they should. If they overdo it any more, they would just harm their body.

Bi Ryu-yeon clenched his two fists for Tang Mun-cheon's comfortable, cozy, and long rest. It had been quite a while since he had used this.

"Th..., th..., that's!"

Tang Sam, who was watching, shut his eyes tightly. The other members of the Vermilion Bird Squad were also the same. Because it seemed that if they saw that again, the old memories they were trying to forget would come back.

Three Dog Days Beating Fist Method!

It was the name of a martial art that would never be forgotten in the minds of the Vermilion Bird Squad.

"Kuaaaaaaak!"

A long scream followed the scream that was like a pig being slaughtered. It was a voice that made the listener's hair stand on end. And so, thanks to Bi Ryu-yeon's uninhibited hands, Tang Mun-cheon was able to get a quite long rest. It was a sudden and unexpected rest, as if it had fallen from the sky.

Now, Tang Mun-cheon did not need to devote himself to the hard martial arts training. No, he could not even if he wanted to. Now, he would be confined to his bed for at least one or two months. This was all thanks to the consideration that had stemmed from Bi Ryu-yeon's compassion(?). Was it excessive kindness...?

It was an example that showed that excessive kindness could cause considerable damage to others.

Finally, Bi Ryu-yeon's advance to the finals was decided. But there were no cheers, and only silence existed. It could be said that it was a very meager treatment compared to the achievement.