I Became the Hidden Ruler of the Martial World Chapter 144

"Where's the money!!"

Baek Yoonjun stealthily brought his hand to his sword as he saw the man who was drunk and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"It's embarrassing, but he's my son..."

But at the following words of the old man, Biyeol, his hand returned to its original position.

"You had a son? He's quite young?"

"I had him late, so I raised him indulgently, and his personality beca like that."

While Baek Yoonjun and Biyeol were talking, the man rummaged through the house, then took a few iron coins and left.

"Are you just going to let him go? It seems he's taking all the money?"

"It's my karma... my karma..."

At Biyeol's gloomy appearance, Baek Yoonjun shut his mouth.

'Anyway, the problem of parents and children happens everywhere.'

Baek Yoonjun stealthily moved away and was lost in thought.

His parents in his past life were ordinary if you say so when they were alive, and in this life, he had no parents.

'...It's not for to say.'

Feeling embarrassed for no reason, Baek Yoonjun left the spot.

When he ca out of the martial arts school, Biyeol's drunk son was staggering and heading sowhere.

'Shall I see where he's going?'

Although the usual Baek Yoonjun would never have interfered, since he was in a state where his heart had softened a little at the sowhat pitiful appearance of Biyeol, he slowly followed the man.

The man entered a shabby building in a corner of the village.

'Although all the buildings here are shabby...'

Baek Yoonjun, who had been looking at the shabby and even gloomy building for a while.

'Since I've co this far, shall I take a look?'

He approached the building, killing his presence as much as possible.

n with nasty impressions were guarding the door of the building, and avoiding such n, he stealthily looked inside.

'Is it gambling?'

A so-called shell ga, where a stone was put in an overturned cup and mixed to guess which cup it was in, was being held.

-The second one! The second cup!!

Biyeol's son was sitting at the shell ga table with his eyes bloodshot and was raising his voice.

'Wow, he robs his family's property, gets drunk, and gambles? It's the end of the world. The end of the world.'

Even though he was losing all his money, Biyeol's son could not stop.

Baek Yoonjun was watching the situation and was worrying about what to do.

Usually, he would have avoided the spot because he extrely disliked getting involved with people.

However, since there was the existence of a master to whom he could pass on everything, along with the gloomy atmosphere of the village, today's Baek Yoonjun was a little bold.

'Shall I go in once?'

The fact that the humans in the building that looked like a gambling den looked like villains in Baek Yoonjun's eyes also played a part.

Since in Baek Yoonjun's standards, villains were not seen as people, there was nothing to be hesitant about.

Although it was his daily routine to cut them down as soon as he saw them.

'Let's not use the sword this ti.'

The enlightennt that had co from the training he had received from Biyeol before made him not hold the sword.

'Let's not use the natural energy, and let's not use the Heart Sword either.'

The battle in Zhongnan before.

Baek Yoonjun, who could not use the natural energy and the energy of the Heart Sword, had experienced a crisis of losing his mind for a very short mont.

'As expected, the martial power of the body itself is important.'

Therefore, Baek Yoonjun was thinking of moving with only the martial power of his body, based on the enlightennt he had obtained this ti.

'I don't see any humans who use internal energy. In a ruined village like this, there probably won't be anyone above the second-rate.'

It was a complacent judgnt, purely based on Baek Yoonjun's standards.

Based on that complacent judgnt, Baek Yoonjun confidently moved his feet to the gloomy building and ca face to face with a nasty-looking gatekeeper.

"What brings you here?"

As the nasty-looking gatekeeper discovered Baek Yoonjun, he spoke, and at that nasty impression, Baek Yoonjun shrank back slightly.

"I-I ca to gamble. What else would I co for?"

Usually, he would have shrunk back and would not have been able to utter a word, and would have left the spot without looking back, but today's Baek Yoonjun was different.

He had even answered the opponent's words properly, although he had stuttered.

At Baek Yoonjun's answer, the nasty-looking gatekeeper scanned Baek Yoonjun from top to bottom.

His hesitant tone, combined with Baek Yoonjun's pale impression, reminded one of a weak-looking young master from a rich family.

'A pushover.'

A wide smile that did not suit him blood on the face of the gatekeeper, whose evaluation of Baek Yoonjun had ended.

"Ouch! I didn't recognize a precious person! Please co inside!"

"I-I'll co in."

Although Baek Yoonjun felt a greater fear at the suddenly kind appearance of the man, he was sohow able to move his feet and enter the gambling den.

Although it was a small, lifeless village, the gambling den seed to be quite large in scale.

There were exactly two types of people visible inside.

People who were raising their voices with their eyes bloodshot, and the evil who were preying on them.

'For so reason, my mind is at ease.'

Baek Yoonjun felt a strange sense of stability.

Although he was not planning to use his sword, it seed that there would be no problem even if he cut them all down if things went wrong.

Baek Yoonjun stealthily approached Biyeol's son and watched him from behind.

Even excluding the fact that he was drunk, his impression, which was just right for a neighborhood ruffian, blended in perfectly with the gambling den.

"This ti it's certain!! The first one!! I'll bet on the first one!"

Baek Yoonjun watched the shell ga that Biyeol's son was playing.

"That's a sha. The answer was the third cup."

"Keuk!! A-again!"

With his eyes bloodshot, he was being completely cleaned out by the opponent.

This ti, Baek Yoonjun watched the shell ga player.

The way he put the stone in the cup and spun it was not ordinary.

'Well, I can see everything, but.'

However, in Baek Yoonjun's eyes, the opponent's movents seed as if he could draw them right away.

The opponent, who was spinning the cup with the stone, skillfully took out the stone inside.

In other words, there was no stone in any of the three cups.

"The third one! This ti it's certain!"

Not knowing that, Biyeol's son chose a cup.

"Tsk."

Baek Yoonjun clicked his tongue at the pathetic sight.

"It's not in any of the cups. What do you an, the third one?"

Today's particularly strong Baek Yoonjun spat out his inner thoughts, which he would never have done usually.

The shell ga player's eyes shook like crazy, and at the sa ti, the surrounding atmosphere froze.

The gazes of the shell ga player and the n with nasty impressions all turned to Baek Yoonjun.

Although Baek Yoonjun was slightly scared by that gaze and unconsciously brought his hand to his sword.

'I decided not to use it today.'

Since he also had a pride the size of a rat's tail, he was able to take his hand off.

The n with nasty impressions and the shell ga players surrounded Baek Yoonjun.

"What is this bastard saying?"

"Hey, if you don't want a knife mark on your pretty face, just play quietly and go."

At the nasty words pouring down from the surroundings, Baek Yoonjun brought his hand to his sword again and then struggled to take it off.

'I'm really not using it today.'

Having composed himself, he stretched out his fist to the opponent in front of him.

Thwack!

A fist stretched out with only the martial power of the body, without any energy.

However, perhaps because it had been tempered by training, that punch made the opponent in front of him collapse on the floor in an instant.

"Naengcheol-ah!"

"This bastard!!"

As Baek Yoonjun knocked down one shell ga player, the surrounding n rushed at him.

Since their montum was nasty, Baek Yoonjun brought his hand to his sword again and then took it off.

'No, I'm really not using it today!'

Composing himself, he carefully scanned the n rushing at him.

There was no internal energy, and their movents were also slow.

'Fortunately, it seems there are no martial artists above the second-rate.'

Having made his judgnt, Baek Yoonjun's confidence rose a notch.

Although it was only a confidence the size of a puddle that had collected on the roadside after a rain.

Baek Yoonjun rushed at the man who was punching at him in front of him.

He stealthily twisted his body to dodge the punch and raised his elbow.

Crack!

The raised elbow hit the man's face exactly, and a bloody bursting sound echoed.

Baek Yoonjun turned his body as it was and stretched out his arm.

The face of another man who was rushing at him was located exactly where he had stretched out his arm.

Baek Yoonjun, with the montum of his turn, moved his arm, grabbed the man's face, and then slamd him on the floor.

"Keuak!"

With a bloody bursting sound, the floor of the gambling den scread and collapsed.

The result of the man's face being miserably embedded in that crater naturally followed.

As three well-built n were shattered in Baek Yoonjun's hands in an instant, a silence fell.

And so, after a short ti.

"He's a master! Draw your weapons!"

At the shout of a man who had co to his senses, the n around Baek Yoonjun drew their weapons.

The types of weapons were all over the place.

Sabers, swords, clubs, etc.

They were not unified at all, and they were not managed at all, as if they had been picked up from sowhere.

At the sight of them drawing their weapons, Baek Yoonjun shrank back again, and his hand stealthily went to his sword.

'I'm not using it!'

But since today's Baek Yoonjun was ntally a little strong, he was able to resist the temptation and take his hand off the sword.

"Kill him!! Kill him!"

At soone's shout, the n swung their weapons at Baek Yoonjun.

Looking at the trajectories of the weapons pouring down from all directions, Baek Yoonjun stealthily twisted his body.

At that, as if it had been arranged, the weapons all missed Baek Yoonjun and cut the innocent empty air.

Baek Yoonjun stretched out his arm in that state.

At that, again, the face of a man with a sword was where he had stretched out his arm.

Baek Yoonjun lightly grabbed the man's face and slamd him on the floor.

Clang!

At the sa ti as he slamd one man on the floor, a sword flew towards Baek Yoonjun's neck.

Baek Yoonjun stretched out his hand, put it on the blade of the sword, and then brought it down.

Although the man who had swung the sword was flustered at Baek Yoonjun putting his hand on his sword blade and lightly bringing it down, as if he were catching a fly.

Crack!

He was soon slamd on the floor and could not help but stop thinking.

Dozens of n were dealt with in an instant at Baek Yoonjun's touch.

The n who had seen that could not rush in carelessly and just stealthily glanced at Baek Yoonjun and their surroundings.

In the middle of the silence, one person who looked the most experienced in that place rubbed his hands together and carefully approached Baek Yoonjun.

"Ouch! Great Hero! Our kids were ignorant and committed a rudeness!"

Baek Yoonjun indifferently watched that appearance, as if he would lick his feet.

At least, that's how it looked from the outside.

'Phew, this works?'

In fact, although it did not show on the outside, Baek Yoonjun was engulfed in a strange excitent.

He had knocked down the opponent using only his body, without using any of the energy that had given him superhuman strength.

'At this rate, under the premise of not using things like internal energy, aren't I quite strong?'

The sense of elation that ca from being able to fight smoothly, although under the premise of not using energy like internal energy.

'Anyway, I won't die from a blind sword.'

A sense of relief that he probably wouldn't die from being hit by an opponent who didn't use energy like internal energy raged in his inner self.

"G-Great Hero... it's not that we intentionally tried to offend the Great Hero's feelings..."

"P-please spare us! Great Hero!!"

Leaving the opponents who were bowing to him behind, Baek Yoonjun approached Biyeol's son.

"W-why are you doing this? W-what business do you have with ?!"

Biyeol's son, as if he did not rember Baek Yoonjun who was in the martial arts school, stuttered and stepped back.

Baek Yoonjun just looked at that appearance with pity.

'Isn't he a human who is more hopeless than ?'

At that sight, his pride, which was the size of a rat's tail, also grew a little bigger.

'Then what now?'

Baek Yoonjun, whose self-esteem had grown a little bigger, was lost in thought.

Coming here and knocking down the people in the gambling den were things he had done without thinking.

In a word, he had no plan.

'Usually, if I saw a villain, I would just cut them down...'

He had decided not to use his sword today, and he could not cut down Biyeol's son even if he was a villain.

'Anyway, he's my master's son.'

Since Baek Yoonjun was one who would cut down anyone he thought was a villain on his own standards, he was not used to a situation like this.

Although Baek Yoonjun was just worrying about the unfamiliar situation.

"Hiccup..."

"W-what are you going to do with us?"

"Please spare us! We'll live a good life!!"

For the people around, it was a situation where their blood was drying up.

Although his inner self was just a hobody introvert with a self-esteem the size of a millet seed, since Baek Yoonjun's outer appearance looked extrely cool, the atmosphere beca even heavier.

And so, as the situation where only Baek Yoonjun was at ease passed.

'Co to think of it, am I not the only disciple of the Biyeolmun now?'

Baek Yoonjun organized his thoughts to so extent and made a decision.

'The responsibility is my master's. So, even if I just cause trouble, I don't have to take responsibility, right?'

Thinking a thought that was close to being disqualified as a human, he began to slowly approach the son of Biyeol in front of him.

(End of Chapter)