I Became an Outcast the Martial Arts Masters are Obsessed With – Chapter 17

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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“What?”

Gang Jun stammered and took a faltering step back.

After his attack was cleanly countered, the blood that had rushed to his head seemed to return to its place.

Faced with Gang Jun’s unsportsmanlike play, I had no choice but to deflect his attack with a half-drawn sword, and that was a scene that could be admired from an objective point of view, not just by me.

Drawing a sword halfway doesn’t simply mean failing to draw it fully.

If the scabbard doesn’t leave the belt, a half-sword block has to neutralize the opponent’s attack at a minimal angle.

One has to block the opponent’s attack with a limited angle while unable to solidify their defense.

Only then is a half-sword block successfully executed.

And I did that twice in a row.

On top of that, I even transferred the reactive force to the opponent, disrupting the flow of their continued technique.

They have a certain feeling even if one doesn’t know martial arts.

Even if the people in Gyeongsu Market were utterly ignorant, they would have at least understood that I was an expert for deflecting a surprise attack and making the opponent step back.

I bit my lip.

I was frustrated.

The reward for eliminating the Black Bandits in Gyeongsu Market was at a very ordinary intermediate request level.

But I had provided a high-level technique that I would hesitate to show even in advanced requests!

It was like ordering a medium sweet and sour pork and generously filling it with an amount comparable to a large portion!

It was already the epitome of embarrassment, with Black Cat watching from behind.

However, I was a 7-year veteran Sacheon outcast.

Since I couldn’t take back the service I had already provided, I had to at least raise customer satisfaction.

The Taegyeong Sect guys were in for it today.

Gang Jun, who had taken a step back, looked at me, gauging my reaction.

He had the appearance of someone from a petty sect that could barely handle an intermediate request, now suddenly receiving an advanced level of service and being flustered.

It was like a commoner who had booked a motel, thinking it was a hotel based on the price, and being surprised by the bellboy rushing to take their luggage.

Suddenly, my insides twisted.

From now on, I had no choice but to provide an advanced level service, and it was all because that bastard had played unfairly, wasn’t it?

He ignored basic etiquette because he was a service worker and drew his sword without a preamble.

If I were an ordinary second-rate warrior, I might have been injured by his surprise attack.

Having to provide VIP service to such a guy made me want to thrash him, request be damned.

You should consider yourself really lucky.

If Black Cat hadn’t been watching after I told her to, I would have already flipped everything over.

“Hmm, not bad. To think you could deflect my signature move, the Talmyeong Reverse Bending Sword.”

Of course, there was no such signature move. Why would I waste a martial arts slot learning half-sword techniques?

Gang Jun became wary.

What are you doing, you bastard?

Now is your chance to promote your chivalrous spirit and martial arts to the crowd.

Hurry up and say something.

When the opponent uses “Not bad,” the primary response is to use “You too” to show magnanimity to the crowd by acknowledging the opponent while simultaneously creating a synergy effect that makes the confrontation look impressive.

About 5 to 10 seconds passed.

This clueless guy just kept being on guard against me without saying anything.

The crowd, who had expected lines expressing chivalry, looked at Gang Jun with puzzlement in their eyes.

This is why petty sects are no good.

They lack the basics. Where the fuck is their etiquette?

The disciples of the Taegyeong Sect, who had appeared as Gang Jun’s entourage, also just stood there without making a move.

When the leading actor freezes up, the support should come in from the sidelines to keep the scene going.

Are you here to play?

To spectate?

They’ll probably return to their sect and spin tales as if they did something remarkable.

Realizing the scene would fall apart at this rate, I had no choice but to provide additional service.

“Hehe, are you trying to be a wandering warrior?”

The second Black Bandit, overwhelmed by the atmosphere and could only groan without even screaming, moved the foot that was stepping on his wrist.

I twisted my foot as if putting all my strength into crushing it.

“Aaaaargh!”

“Youuu!!”

Only then did Gang Jun react.

What is the most celebrated type of wandering warrior among the masses?

Of course, it’s a wandering warrior who is strong in martial arts and has a strong sense of justice.

If Gang Jun had let his sect and affiliation be trampled on and waited until I drew my sword, I would have casually drawn my sword and provoked Gang Jun.

Then, when the enraged Gang Jun swung his sword with a whoosh, I would have cried, “Oh my!” and quickly retracted my foot from the second Black Bandit and hastily retreated.

And after using the loser’s exclusive lines like “I let my guard down” and “I’ll get serious,” I would have let him land a few moves before screaming, “Ack, I can’t take it anymore,” pretending to be seriously injured, and then escaping into the back alley.

No matter how evil the Black Bandits were, the Taegyeong Sect’s Gang Jun swiftly defeated the detestable Sacheon outcast who mercilessly tortured people!

A refreshing comeuppance that needed no setup or explanation!

But that bastard’s surprise attack had tangled up the part about him being “strong in martial arts.”

The outcast’s counterattack easily deflected Gang Jun’s surprise attack, so who among the crowd would think his martial arts were highly skilled now?

So I needed to implant the fact that “Oh, the attack just now wasn’t his full strength” in the crowd’s minds.

The flow would drag on, and the impact of the comeuppance would weaken, but asking a guy who freezes up like that to create the best work is difficult even for me, Ho Cheon-an, a 7-year veteran director in the industry.

“It seems this won’t end like this.”

I lifted my foot from the second Black Bandit and boldly stepped forward.

Gang Jun was a rock who couldn’t shine on his own.

So, I had to be the one to shine.

There was only one way to resuscitate a wandering warrior with the presence of air.

Defeating the villain who had left a strong impression on the audience!

After all, the raison d’etre of a wandering warrior is to defeat such villains, so as long as they defeat a terrific villain, the rest of their actions will be naturally praised.

Even their dumbfounded appearance when they kept their mouth shut at the villain’s provocation would be praised as having a warm heart, worrying that the hostages might get hurt more if he thoughtlessly provoked the villain.

So, I had to become the villain who would give the crowd shock and fear.

My eyes, hidden by the black hat, quickly scanned the ground.

The second Black Bandit had been used too much, and his image was no longer fresh.

What about the first one?

Ah, he’s humanly too big.

Then something caught my eye.

It was the fourth Black Bandit.

Although his loose martial arts uniform made it impossible for others to tell, I, who had pushed him away to deflect the Twin Dragon Fist earlier, knew.

The fourth Black Bandit was a skeleton.

His face didn’t look that skinny, and despite his thin body, he was pretty tall.

The fourth Black Bandit had the ideal physical condition as if he had been born then.

I grabbed the fourth Black Bandit’s collar and lifted him as if possessed.

I could do it.

With the fourth Black Bandit, I could create it!

I put strength into my hand.

Pouring my precious internal energy into the performance generally couldn’t be done.

The current performance was a situation where variables were not controlled, so there was no way to know what unexpected situation might occur.

Thinking of such times, it was right to permanently preserve internal energy.

But now, I had no choice but to do it.

In my 7 years as a Sacheon outcast, a vivid imagination arose in my mind that I could create the best scene of those 7 years.

The artist in me gave the go-ahead.

“Then, you bastard! [Taegyeong Sect’s]! [One-Step Three-Sword]! [Gang Jun]! Die for the people!”

The fourth Black Bandit flew.

In addition to his weight, which was lighter than most women, my body trained to the second-rate limit.

The subtleties of the throwing technique [Stone Throwing Fist] that I had learned, I poured 90% of my internal energy into it.

The fourth Black Bandit, drawing an arc as he fell, flailed his arms and legs.

Even though it was reality and not a video, every movement and expression of the fourth Black Bandit was vividly engraved in my eyes as if in slow motion.

Could there be a more impactful scene than this?

A villain who unscrupulously uses people as obstacles.

And a victim flying through the air at the hands of such a villain.

The hero, the wandering warrior Gang Jun, must save such a victim and defeat the villain!

“Aaaaah!!!”

“Ooooh!!”

Feeling the screams and awestruck gazes of the crowd, I was convinced.

I had torn through.

I, Ho Cheon-an, have 7 years of experience as a Sacheon outcast.

I had created numerous legends and myths, but today was the moment a new legend that surpassed my 7-year self was born, and I could feel it with my skin.

With that conviction, I fixed my gaze forward.

Gang Jun and the fourth Black Bandit collided.

It seemed he had tried to fully catch him, but no matter what, it was difficult to fully see a person flying at you.

The fourth Black Bandit fell to the ground without breaking anything, and Gang Jun was staggering.

I was already running.

Narrowing the distance while controlling the pace as I watched the collision, I quickly approached him.

I leaped as soon as I was confident Gang Jun could lift his sword.

“Die, Gang Jun! Remnant Blood Single Sword!”

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