The Beggar Young Master of the Namgung Clan Chapter 186 : Two Successors

At that mont, Jong Seo-eon's figure shot forward like an arrow.

Simultaneously, he raised his fist.

As the distance closed, Jong Seo-eon threw a punch at Yu Ji-han's face.

“……!”

However, Jong Seo-eon's fist ultimately failed to reach Yu Ji-han's face.

Namgung Il had already grabbed Jong Seo-eon's arm with one hand, and Jong Seo-eon's fist stopped just short of Yu Ji-han's face.

Swoosh—

With one arm caught, Jong Seo-eon tried to attack Yu Ji-han with his other fist.

To think he wouldn't stop his attack even with this.

Namgung Il firmly grabbed Jong Seo-eon's body from behind with both hands to completely immobilize him.

"Stop it, Jong Seo-eon."

"Let go! Why are you stopping , Captain!"

“…….”

Jong Seo-eon still couldn't seem to calm his excitent.

Seeing this, it seed the expression he saw earlier was not his illusion.

Jong Seo-eon was truly enraged right now.

'Why is he so angry?'

Namgung Il held onto Jong Seo-eon's body and looked at Yu Ji-han.

It was obvious at a glance that Jong Seo-eon's anger was directed at Yu Ji-han.

But why was Jong Seo-eon so furious with Yu Ji-han?

No matter how much he thought about it, Namgung Il couldn't figure out the reason.

“……Hah—.”

Just then, a laugh close to a sneer escaped Yu Ji-han's lips.

"What, I wondered who it was, and it was you?"

“……!”

"Jong Seo-eon, I never thought you'd be at the Flying Dragon Academy."

Yu Ji-han said to Jong Seo-eon.

He had thought the two were seeing each other for the first ti here, but was that not the case?

No matter how one looked at it, that tone did not seem like they were eting for the first ti.

"Yu Ji-han! How dare you walk around so shalessly!"

“…….”

"Traitor of the Beggars' Sect! I can never forgive you!"

Jong Seo-eon was still shouting while being held.

A question arose upon hearing those words.

A traitor of the Beggars' Sect... Namgung Il couldn't understand why the Beggars' Sect was being ntioned here.

At that mont, Jong Seo-eon's figure shot forward again.

Traitor of the Beggars' Sect. While mulling over the aning of those words, Namgung Il had unknowingly loosened his grip.

Because of that, the force restraining his body weakened, and Jong Seo-eon, not missing the opportunity, once again threw a punch at Yu Ji-han.

“……!”

The situation was not good.

If he attacked like that after the match was already decided, wouldn't this side be at a disadvantage?

Namgung Il belatedly tried to stop Jong Seo-eon, but by then, Jong Seo-eon's fist was already flying towards Yu Ji-han's face.

Thwack—!

However, the one who fell to the floor was not Yu Ji-han, but Jong Seo-eon.

Yu Ji-han, with a skillful posture, had subdued Jong Seo-eon in an instant and laid him on the floor.

Climbing on top of him and pressing his face down with his hand, Jong Seo-eon could only lie on the floor, unable to move.

'That's...!'

Seeing that move, Namgung Il couldn't help but be surprised.

The technique Yu Ji-han used to subdue Jong Seo-eon... it was one of the Geumnasu (Seizing and Grasping Hand) techniques used by the Beggars' Sect.

“…….”

Why was Yu Ji-han using a Beggars' Sect technique?

Namgung Il couldn't understand the reason at first, but soon, as if he had realized sothing, he returned to his original expression.

"Your skills are still terrible."

"Ugh... Let go of !"

"You're the one who attacked first. Yes... shall I break your arm like this?"

Yu Ji-han twisted Jong Seo-eon's arm more forcefully with a sinister smile.

It wasn't a joke; he was about to really break his arm.

Just then, soone grabbed Yu Ji-han's arm from the side.

"Stop it."

The person who said that while grabbing his arm was none other than Namgung Il.

Yu Ji-han, clearly displeased with Namgung Il's interference, spoke with a look of annoyance.

"If I let go of this hand, this guy will attack again."

"That won't happen."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'll stop him. If Jong Seo-eon attacks you, I'll take responsibility."

“…….”

As Namgung Il went that far, Yu Ji-han had no choice but to get off of Jong Seo-eon.

"Jong Seo-eon, have you cald down a bit?"

"...I'm sorry."

Only after causing a scene did Jong Seo-eon seem to have cald down a bit.

Even after getting up, he didn't rush forward recklessly like before, but a fighting spirit could still be felt in his glare towards Yu Ji-han.

"...Yu Ji-han."

“……?”

"You, are you from the Clean Clothe Gate faction?"

Just then, Namgung Il asked Yu Ji-han.

The move Yu Ji-han had just shown. And the reason why the usually gentle Jong Seo-eon was so agitated.

After thinking for a bit, Namgung Il could figure out the answer.

Grin—

At Namgung Il's question, Yu Ji-han gave a aningful smile.

"Yes, I am from the Clean Cloth Faction."

“…….”

"Unlike the Dirty Cloth Faction over there, the real Beggars' Sect."

As Namgung Il had expected, Yu Ji-han was a disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

However, it was a place that could be said to be different from the Beggars' Sect that Jong Seo-eon belonged to.

In other words, the Clean Cloth Faction, where Gang Du was currently the leader, was the Beggars' Sect that Yu Ji-han belonged to.

'It's no wonder I couldn't recognize him.'

Just by his appearance, one couldn't tell at all that Yu Ji-han was from the Beggars' Sect.

He didn't have a knot on his belt like Jong Seo-eon, nor was he wearing shabby clothes.

Rather, the clothes Yu Ji-han was wearing were very luxurious at a glance, as if he were the son of a prestigious family.

“…….”

The disciples of the Clean Cloth Faction had always worn clean clothes.

But Yu Ji-han's current appearance... it felt as if he had completely deviated from the Beggars' Sect he knew.

'Completely different from the Dirty Cloth Faction.'

When he had gone to the main branch in Gaebong, Namgung Il had seen the situation there with his own eyes.

Far from wearing clean clothes like Yu Ji-han, weren't the disciples there suffering from poverty to the point of not being able to eat properly?

Of course, thanks to Namgung Il paying off their debt, their situation had improved to so extent, but even now, their finances were by no ans comfortable.

'So the Clean Cloth Faction is eating and living well.'

At least, looking at Yu Ji-han's appearance, he couldn't help but think so.

But to think that was the Beggars' Sect... To be honest, Namgung Il felt displeased.

"Don't talk nonsense! The root of the Beggars' Sect is, and always will be, the Dirty Cloth Faction!"

Just then, Jong Seo-eon, unable to contain his anger, shouted at Yu Ji-han.

Yu Ji-han, as if finding Jong Seo-eon's reaction even more amusing, maintained a sneering smile.

"The Dirty Cloth Faction is the root of the Beggars' Sect? Do you really think so?"

“……!”

"The fact that the Clean Cloth Faction is the root of the Beggars' Sect is a fact acknowledged by the world."

"What...? What on earth does that an?"

"The fact that I am in the Azure Dragon Class is the proof."

Yu Ji-han said and proudly showed off the robe he was wearing.

"I entered the Azure Dragon Class through a recomndation. Isn't that proof that the world has acknowledged that the Clean Cloth Faction is the root of the Beggars' Sect?"

“……!”

"On the other hand, Jong Seo-eon. How about you? Did the Dirty Cloth Faction receive a recomndation for admission?"

"Th-that's..."

"It wouldn't have."

Yu Ji-han said in a voice full of conviction.

And pointing to the red robe Jong Seo-eon was wearing with his finger, he gave a triumphant smile.

"The fact that I am in the Azure Dragon Class, and you are in the Vermilion Bird Class, shows the world's evaluation."

“……!”

"Don't tell you're still clinging to the Dog Beating Staff Technique and haven't been able to let go of your attachnt?"

"Ah..."

"Seeing you, it seems you're still clinging to it. Yes... that's what proves that the Dirty Cloth Faction is nothing more than an old relic of the Beggars' Sect!"

Yu Ji-han spewed out words that insulted the Dirty Cloth Faction without hesitation.

Naturally, Jong Seo-eon's body trembled at those insulting remarks and his anger rose to the top of his head, but in the end, he couldn't refute anything and just stood there.

Because there was nothing wrong with what Yu Ji-han had said.

In fact, the Flying Dragon Academy's recomndation for admission had not arrived at the Dirty Cloth Faction, and it was also true that they were still clinging to the incomplete Dog Beating Staff Technique.

Swoosh—.

In the end, Jong Seo-eon, unable to contain his anger, grabbed the Dog Beating Staff on his back with his hand.

"What, are you going to draw it?"

“……!”

"Yes, draw it. I know your Dog Beating Staff Technique is incomplete anyway."

Yu Ji-han said and swung the staff in his hand threateningly.

Of course, the staff did not directly touch Jong Seo-eon's body, but the sharp montum was sufficiently transmitted to his skin.

"I will personally break that old relic with my own hands."

“……!”

"I will make you feel to your bones that the Dog Beating Staff Technique is no match for the Diamond Staff Technique."

Yu Ji-han was openly ignoring the Dog Beating Staff Technique.

That was the sa as ignoring the Dirty Cloth Faction.

As a successor, Jong Seo-eon naturally couldn't just let those remarks pass, but unlike his heart, his body didn't move properly.

'Draw it... I have to draw it!'

He would only be able to wash away this insult by beating Yu Ji-han down with his Dog Beating Staff Technique right now.

But could he really win against Yu Ji-han?

And if he were to fight with the Dog Beating Staff Technique... Even before drawing the Dog Beating Staff, Jong Seo-eon had nothing but a bad feeling.

Tremble—.

That premonition was clearly showing on Jong Seo-eon's body.

Looking closely, a slight tremor could be felt in his hand.

As ti passed, the tremor grew more and more severe, and Jong Seo-eon still couldn't draw the Dog Beating Staff.

'Draw it... I said draw it!'

If he didn't draw the Dog Beating Staff in this situation, Yu Ji-han would continue to insult the Dirty Cloth Faction.

To stop that, he had to defeat Yu Ji-han with his Dog Beating Staff Technique.

Jong Seo-eon knew that fact better than anyone right now, but looking at the iron staff pointed at him, he couldn't draw the Dog Beating Staff even more.

"What, are you not going to attack?"

“……!”

"As expected, you are..."

It was then.

Soone's hand wrapped around Jong Seo-eon's hand, which was holding the Dog Beating Staff.

“…….”

At that mont, the trembling of his hand stopped as if by a lie.

Simultaneously, his gaze turned blankly to the side.

Realizing that the person holding his hand was Namgung Il, Jong Seo-eon's eyes widened.

"Captain..."

“…….”

Namgung Il said nothing and just smiled.

Soon, he let go of the hand he was holding and his gaze turned to Yu Ji-han.

Unlike the smile he had given Jong Seo-eon, his gaze towards Yu Ji-han was as cold as could be.

"Stop it."

"...Namgung Il, this is a matter between the Clean Cloth Faction and the Dirty Cloth Faction. It's not for you to interfere."

"Before that, it's also a matter between the Osuhoe and the Turyonghoe."

“…….”

A brief silence.

Yu Ji-han stared silently at Namgung Il, then finally lowered the staff he was aiming.

"Namgung Il, your action just now proves that that guy is nothing but a coward."

“…….”

"To think such a guy is a successor. I can see why the Dirty Cloth Faction has fallen so far."

It didn't matter if they didn't fight.

Wouldn't anyone see this as Jong Seo-eon avoiding a fight with him first?

Since he had overwheld Jong Seo-eon with his montum, Yu Ji-han was satisfied with just that.

However.

"Who are you calling a coward?"

"...What?"

"Jong Seo-eon will fight you. And with the Dog Beating Staff, at that."

As Namgung Il said that, the smile on Yu Ji-han's lips disappeared.

Seeing that, Namgung Il held out his right hand straight.

"Ten days from now."

"...What does that an?"

"Exactly ten days from now, I will co here again."

“…….”

"At that ti, let's see whether Jong Seo-eon's Dog Beating Staff Technique is stronger, or your Diamond Staff Technique is stronger."

Namgung Il said with a aningful smile.

Although his lips were smiling, a faint anger could be felt in Namgung Il's eyes.

(End of Chapter)