I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 416

The final day of the Martial Arts Tournament. The long-awaited day of the finals dawned.

As it was the final day of the tournament, Anhui Province became even more lively, and accordingly, boisterous.

"Come on, come on! Will it be Yaksha Blood Flower, who once turned the Jianghu upside down! Or Tyrant Tiger, who emerged like a comet!"

"Judging purely by the matches, wouldn’t it obviously be Yaksha Blood Flower? She defeated her opponents with just one hand, after all."

"Certainly, Yaksha Blood Flower’s martial prowess is deep, but won’t she pay the price for that arrogance?"

"I’m betting on Yaksha Blood Flower."

The heat at the gambling parlors was insane, and the odds for the favorite were overwhelmingly high.

And the underdog was naturally Yaksha Blood Flower’s opponent, Yoo So-wol’s adversary—a man currently holding the martial moniker ’Tyrant Tiger’.

Befitting his moniker, he had a tiger-like appearance, grit, and domineering martial arts.

Although he was not as overwhelmingly dominant as Yoo So-wol, someone brought up these words:

"Since they made it to the finals, aren’t both of them championship candidates? Don’t you agree?"

A tournament isn’t won by the strong ascending, but rather, those who ascend are the strong.

Just as one gambler said, both individuals fighting in the finals were championship contenders.

"So, who did you bet on?"

"Yaksha Blood Flower."

"You bastard."

Of course, regardless of that, because the outcome was far too obvious, people had no choice but to bet on the favorite.

Perhaps because of this, another gambling topic emerged besides victory or defeat.

"I’m betting that Yaksha Blood Flower will use both hands."

"I’m betting on one hand!"

Because she displayed both eccentric stunts and overwhelming martial prowess at the same time, even such betting boards were created.

Would Tyrant Tiger force Yaksha Blood Flower to use both hands, or would he be overwhelmingly defeated like all the other martial artists?

In a situation where the result was practically predetermined, someone voiced a question:

"By the way, strictly speaking, didn’t Yaksha Blood Flower also appear like a comet? The period she was active was merely three years ago."

"That’s true. But because the level of her martial arts is so deep, everyone takes her for a master who has returned to youth."

"Isn’t it the consensus that she’s a master who returned to youth?"

"Even though she hid her face behind a veil, she looked barely past her prime."

Curiosity about Yoo So-wol as an individual naturally arose as well.

According to rumors circulating about, there were stories that she was the ’Heavenly Demon’, but no one could voice them out loud.

It wasn’t certain yet, and it was strictly forbidden under the pretext that it might cause chaos.

However, that only served to solidify their conviction that Yaksha Blood Flower and the Heavenly Demon were the same person.

"Seeing that even the Venus Guard came..."

"Shh! Shh! Be quiet. Do you want to be dragged away?"

"If there’s no one listening, people talk bad about the King too."

"The King’s men are right in front of us. Shut that mouth of yours."

The buzz of the finals. The connection between Yaksha Blood Flower and the Heavenly Demon. Lastly, warriors with unusual dispositions.

People instinctively felt that something was going to go down in the finals. But would they give up spectating live?

Absolutely not. Since ancient times, unexpected turns of events had always erupted during the finals of martial arts tournaments.

For that single thrill alone, there were countless people who would watch until the very end.

Of course, if it seemed truly dangerous, they would flee.

Thus, the finals of the Martial Arts Tournament began, with everyone harboring their own distinct motives.

’It will start soon.’

In the waiting room, Yoo So-wol contemplated the events that lay ahead.

She wasn’t sure who her opponent was, but she planned to deal with him appropriately before striking him down.

And then, she would make a grand declaration: that the Demonic Cult would unite the martial world.

Those who interfere will not be shown mercy...

’No. Showing mercy once might be good as well.’

The Analects given to her by Grylls. Written within it were virtues that a gentleman ought to possess.

Although she couldn’t fully accept them due to differing philosophies, she had gained a fair bit of enlightenment.

Therefore, instead of being merciless when interfered with, giving a single chance wouldn’t be bad either.

’To grant mercy with broad benevolence, and to fulfill the desires of the marginalized.’

That was the founding purpose of the Heavenly Demon Cult. Even with an arrogant disposition, she did not forget that purpose.

After all, even her trusted confidant, Wi Seol-ak, was one of the marginalized, was he not?

Having organized her thoughts, Yoo So-wol turned her mind to a matter far more important.

’How can I leave a deeper impression on my benefactor?’

A declaration was a declaration, but Grylls’s reaction was also crucial. A good impression had to be etched into his mind so things wouldn’t become distant between them.

Grylls had no means of grasping the political situation other than the Gallery. Because of this, he had even viewed the Blood Cult favorably when they were a laughingstock.

As time passed and the Gallery slowly revealed the Blood Cult’s atrocities one by one, he finally revised his evaluation.

’Even if the Divine Cult becomes a laughingstock, it must never become a pack of rogue ruffians like the Blood Cult.’

To ensure that, Wi Seol-ak was conducting public relations work.New chapters come out on no‌velping.com first.

Of course, if the Imperial Family decided to step in earnestly, it would be tough. It would be a rather arduous journey.

The journey to destroy the existing sky and become a new sky was long and far.

’I mustn’t entertain weak thoughts.’

Steeling her heart, Yoo So-wol stared at the flowerpot held precious in her hands.

Perhaps because it had been nurtured with utmost care, the Hair Growth Herb had grown larger than before. Every time she looked at it, she felt proud.

She could even leave photos on the Gallery, allowing her to clearly feel its progress.

However, whenever she posted, she couldn’t tolerate malicious comments calling it a weed or expressing a desire to pull it out by the roots.

"Yaksha Blood Flower! Entry!"

While she was lost in thought for a moment, a thunderous voice echoed from outside.

Upon hearing that voice, Yoo So-wol leisurely moved her feet while carrying the flowerpot in one hand.

Woaaaaahhhh!!!

The moment she arrived at the arena, cheers pierced her ears.

Yoo So-wol calmly took in the cheers as she awaited her opponent.

"Tyrant Tiger! Entry!"

A moment later, her opponent for the finals walked out from the opposite side. The impression of the opponent she faced for the first time was simple.

’...Is he a mountain bandit?’

Instead of a martial artist, some bandit had shown himself.

Befitting his martial moniker ’Tyrant Tiger’, he had a resolute tiger-like impression. And even a bushy beard.

Considering the phrase "emerged like a comet", it hadn’t been long since he made a name for himself.

"Then, we will begin the final match of the Martial Arts Tournament! Please give a warm round of applause to both contestants!"

As Yoo So-wol was taken aback, the match began. However, she did not step forward hastily.

One of the reasons was that her opponent—that is, Tyrant Tiger—politely cupped his fists and greeted her.

"I am called Bang Cheon-ja. It is an honor to meet Yaksha Blood Flower."

Secondly, judging by his voice alone, he belonged to a younger age group than expected.

Indeed, looking closely, only his beard was thick; a youthfulness as though he had just passed his twentieth year could be felt.

She had merely been temporarily confused due to an appearance that seemed to have taken the full force of life’s hardships.

Yoo So-wol nodded as if acknowledging it could be so, and opened her mouth.

"An unusual aura can be felt from you. It is not martial arts, but your aura itself that is peculiar."

"I have honed my martial arts in the mountains since I was young."

Cases like that happened occasionally. Eccentrics who lived under the guidance of hidden masters.

Judging by his proper manners, his potential seemed exceptionally fine.

"May I ask you one question?"

"I permit it."

"Are you truly the very Yaksha Blood Flower who turned the martial world upside down three years ago?"

"Indeed I am."

"...I see."

As Yoo So-wol answered immediately, Tyrant Tiger’s voice lowered. At the same time, he took a martial stance.

The momentum emanating from him also grew fierce. Realizing this, Yoo So-wol tilted her head.

What grudge could he possibly hold against her to act like that the moment he heard her name?

"I shall ask one more thing. Do you happen to know someone named Ho Pae-hu?"

"This mistress does not remember the names of the weak."

"...."

At Yoo So-wol’s arrogant response, the momentum of Tyrant Tiger, Bang Cheon-ja, became even more menacing.

How powerful was his momentum that the shape of a tiger manifested behind his back?

Yoo So-wol marveled at the shape. For qi to take form was an extremely rare occurrence.

It meant his martial arts possessed deep mastery, and his internal energy was clean.

’Even so, he cannot compare to my benefactor.’

When it came to internal energy alone, very few could match Grylls. Even Yoo So-wol herself could not.

Whatever else she might be, she was always objective regarding martial arts, so she could judge it as such.

"The tiger is baring its fangs. Come to think of it, there was someone similar."

"...."

"And I personally pulled out those fangs."

Kwaang!

Unable to endure Yoo So-wol’s provocation any longer, Bang Cheon-ja kicked off the ground.

Apart from his light leap, the hard floor of the arena caved in deeply.

Tyrant Tiger approached Yoo So-wol at lightning speed.

As if a tiger were swinging its claws, he swung his hands fiercely.

Hwoo-ung!

Naturally, Yoo So-wol easily evaded the attack. The flowerpot was still resting on her one hand.

As if anticipating this, Bang Cheon-ja launched an unrelenting offensive.This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.

Kwaang!

Bang Cheon-ja slammed his hand into the ground. A destructive force as if a giant tiger had slammed its forepaw down.

Yoo So-wol slowly evaluated his martial arts. Usually, domineering martial arts had many openings.

But Bang Cheon-ja’s martial arts were not like that at all. Virtually no openings could be seen.

Especially with the tiger shape behind his back glaring at her, her interest naturally welled up.

’Befitting a martial artist who made it to the finals, his skill is decent.’

Furthermore, he was barely past twenty years old. His potential was splendid.

It would be great if she could bring this man into the Divine Cult, but they were already bound by an ill fate.

But hadn’t it been stated in the Analects given by Grylls? The virtue of a gentleman, that is.

’A benevolent person ought to love people.’

Of course, had Confucius heard this, he would most likely have foamed at the mouth, saying that wasn’t how the phrase was meant to be used.

But interpretation was in the eye of the beholder, so Yoo So-wol didn’t care. As long as enlightenment was gained, that was that.

Tuk!

It was when Bang Cheon-ja swung his tiger-like hand. Yoo So-wol lightly blocked the attack.

Not with two hands, but with one hand—and with a single index finger at that.

Considering the difference in physical stature between the two, it was truly a shocking situation.

Hwoo-ung!

However, Bang Cheon-ja did not panic and countered by swinging his other hand.

Yoo So-wol’s one hand had no leeway to counterattack because of the flowerpot.

Hwi-ik!

At this, Yoo So-wol lightly tossed the flowerpot into the air. Surprisingly, she had thrown the flowerpot first.

The one bewildered by this was Bang Cheon-ja. To toss the flowerpot he assumed she would hold onto until the very end?

However, Yoo So-wol was expressing ’etiquette’ in her own way. Furthermore, he wasn’t someone she could easily subdue with just one hand.

"Look closely."

"What..."

"How this mistress pulled out the tiger’s fangs."

The moment Yoo So-wol said that, Bang Cheon-ja could see it vividly.

Just like the tiger shape looming behind his own back, a shape looming behind Yoo So-wol’s back.

The shape of a ’giant’ that a mere beast could do nothing against.

Was it because he was overwhelmed by that shape? Bang Cheon-ja had the illusion that time was flowing slowly.

Yet even within that illusion, Yoo So-wol’s freed hands moved rapidly.

Tuk! Tu-tuk! Tuk!

They were clearly light jabs. It was closer to tapping him with her fists rather than punching.

But as soon as the illusion of time flowing slowly ended, the aftermath manifested in full force.

Tu-du-du-du-du!

Countless fists striking Bang Cheon-ja’s body. Hit simultaneously, they landed in a flash.

Naturally, Bang Cheon-ja couldn’t withstand the attack and was blown backward.

Even while being blown backward, the distinct sound of fists pounding echoed across his entire body.

Tuk!

In the end, Bang Cheon-ja collapsed to the floor. The tiger shape behind his back vanished as well.

Seeing his momentum completely subdued, it was certain he had fainted.

Tuk-

Soon after, the flowerpot tossed into the sky returned to Yoo So-wol’s hand.

Despite being thrown high into the sky, not even a speck of dirt was scattered.

Even so, after checking to ensure there was nothing wrong with the flowerpot, Yoo So-wol commended the fallen Bang Cheon-ja:

"Decent skill. To resist, even if only a tiny bit."

While Yoo So-wol was attacking, Bang Cheon-ja hadn’t stayed still either.

He had tried to move both arms to resist somehow, but it had simply been too late.

From Yoo So-wol’s perspective, the very act of trying to resist was a remarkable feat.

Because the opponents she had faced so far couldn’t even put up proper resistance, let alone fight back.

’If it were my benefactor, he would have ignorantly deployed Body-Protecting Gangqi.’

In a way, it was the simplest yet most effective method of defense. Thinking thus, Yoo So-wol looked around her surroundings.

The audience in the spectator stands was silent due to her overwhelmingly divine martial prowess.

If she made a lofty declaration here, everything would begin, but...

Tuk- Tu-duk- Tuk-

Out of nowhere, some canisters were thrown near Yoo So-wol, and then...

Peo-ung! Peo-beo-beong!

With small explosions, thick smoke filled the arena. Along with this, ’killing intent’ was felt as well.

Despite the sudden chaos, Yoo So-wol wasn’t flustered at all. Rather, a smile formed on her lips.

’They are setting the stage for this mistress.’

There was no opportunity more suitable than this.