The voices of people around worrying about Ji Cheon Wu could be heard.

“My goodness, did he block Tak Mu Gwang’s path?”

“How pitiful, that boy.”

It seemed the name of the Great Power Divine Demon’s disciple was Tak Mu Gwang. People naturally thought Ji Cheon Wu would be defeated.

That was inevitable as Ji Cheon Wu was an unknown youngster. He was making his name known for the first time at the World Competition.

But in contrast, Tak Mu Gwang, the Great Power Divine Demon’s disciple, must have been in the spotlight since childhood as a disciple of a Demonic Sect elder.

Tak Mu Gwang looked at Ji Cheon Wu as if he was ridiculous.

“What’s this now?”

I prayed earnestly in my heart.

‘Ji Cheon Wu, please go easy on him.’

I don’t know who that old man is.

But ever since Ji Cheon Wu stepped forward, a crystalline light began to form in the old man’s eyes.

It was not the seemingly timid appearance of the old man from just moments ago. The old man stared intently at Ji Cheon Wu’s back as if watching something fascinating.

He even twitched his body as if wanting to step forward right away.

Tak Mu Gwang snorted as he looked at the sword hanging at Ji Cheon Wu’s waist.

“Ha, has the World Competition become outdated now? To think even such riffraff can participate.”

The more nonsense Tak Mu Gwang spouted, the more my face hardened.

‘That bastard, he’s half dead.’

As time passed, Ji Cheon Wu shed his past naive appearance.

Though not as much as the Ji Cheon Wu from the original work, he had a personality of returning exactly what he received.

Sure enough.

Ji Cheon Wu beckoned to Tak Mu Gwang with his hand. It was an incredibly arrogant gesture.

‘Where on earth did he learn something like that?’

For some unknown reason, I seemed to know the culprit…

“You’re noisy, come at me.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you want to fight me? You seemed displeased that I blocked your path.”

“You bastard, what’s your name?”

“Ji Cheon Wu.”

At Ji Cheon Wu’s answer, Tak Mu Gwang snorted. Others did the same.

“A name I’ve never heard before…”

“He seems to be a boy who came up to participate in the World Competition.”

“His sense of justice is admirable, but it’s a pity…”

Tak Mu Gwang smiled coldly at people’s negative reactions.

“Now, apologize while you still can. If you beg like a dog, I might let you off just this once.”

Ji Cheon Wu tilted his head.

“I think you’ll be the one begging like a dog?”

I was impressed. It was truly an answer befitting Ji Cheon Wu, the protagonist of the Heavenly Demon Sovereign.

“You bastard, are you disrespecting the Demonic Sect?”

At Tak Mu Gwang’s words, the face of the old man who had been quietly observing the situation hardened.

As if displeased by something, the old man looked at Tak Mu Gwang.

A subtle aura even began to emanate from him.

‘That person, as expected, was a master who had hidden his strength.’

But Tak Mu Gwang seemed unaware of what situation he had gotten himself into, distracted by Ji Cheon Wu.

Ji Cheon Wu spoke firmly to Tak Mu Gwang.

“How is disrespecting you disrespecting the Demonic Sect? I’m disrespecting your arrogance.”

Tak Mu Gwang snorted.

“Hmph, I’ve learned something from my master. He said to teach a lesson to those like you who don’t know their place.”

He drew the sword at his waist. Then he began to rush quickly towards Ji Cheon Wu.

‘Is it a hobby of all bad guys to ambush?’

Ji Cheon Wu easily blocked Tak Mu Gwang’s sword. It couldn’t be helped.

It was clear there weren’t many of his peers who could face Ji Cheon Wu now.

‘Unless it’s someone like me.’

For some unknown reason, Tak Mu Gwang, who would be ousted from the Demonic Sect in the original work, was not someone who could win.

To begin with, hadn’t Ji Cheon Wu already defeated the Cruel Sword?

‘Still, it’s fortunate. I was worried since his stamina had dropped a lot.’

Ji Cheon Wu hadn’t been able to sleep properly for days while nursing me.

But facing Tak Mu Gwang seems to be an easy task for him.

Tak Mu Gwang couldn’t understand the current situation.

‘Damn it, why am I being pushed back?’

Since becoming a disciple of the 3rd elder of the Demonic Sect, he had nothing to fear. Demonic Sect members hurried to bow their heads whenever he passed by, and even his fellow disciples didn’t bother to mess with him.

After all, his martial arts were outstanding even among the Great Power Divine Demon’s disciples.

So he had been confident coming to the World Competition.

He had only intended to teach a lesson to the old man who unfortunately collided with him.

But how did he end up in this situation?

Clang!

His sword was blocked.

The boy called Ji Cheon Wu was easily blocking him.

Tak Mu Gwang’s face reddened with shame at Ji Cheon Wu’s expression, which even seemed bored at a glance.

He had to admit at this point.

The fact that this boy named Ji Cheon Wu, whose name he had never heard before, was stronger than him.

Clang!

Chang!

His killing blows were repeatedly blocked.

And then.

Ji Cheon Wu’s sword stopped in front of Tak Mu Gwang’s neck.

People’s faces were filled with shock at a situation completely different from what they had expected.

The surroundings fell silent.

Tak Mu Gwang looked around with a pale face.

‘Surely my fellow disciples didn’t see this?’

That couldn’t be.

If the other disciples of the Great Power Divine Demon had witnessed this scene, they would surely mock him.

The Demonic Sect was a place where the strong ruled, and he had been clearly strong there. He shouldn’t create situations where he would be disrespected by others.

Tak Mu Gwang stumbled backwards, unable to believe the reality.

He had the illusion that people’s gazes towards him had changed from before. His eyes began to turn red.

“That boy, what was his name?”

“To think he defeated Tak Mu Gwang!”

“How could this be, with a name I’ve never heard before?”

People began to cheer at the sight of the clearly determined victor.

Tak Mu Gwang stared blankly at Ji Cheon Wu.

Ji Cheon Wu approached Tak Mu Gwang. Then he shrugged and said.

“Why don’t you try being kinder from now on? And stop judging people by their appearances.”

It was sincere advice.

Tak Mu Gwang glared at Ji Cheon Wu.

“How dare you, a lowborn whose name I’ve never heard, how dare you to me…”

Tak Mu Gwang didn’t seem to have properly heard Ji Cheon Wu’s advice.

He muttered to himself as if resentful. Ji Cheon Wu looked at Tak Mu Gwang with eyes full of contempt.

Ji Cheon Wu thought while looking at Tak Mu Gwang.

‘How pathetic.’

Not accepting the result was the most shameful thing for a martial artist.

Ji Cheon Wu had no intention of dealing with Tak Mu Gwang anymore. He turned around and began to approach Nam Gung Lin.

He had been worried about keeping Nam Gung Lin, who was already injured, standing for too long.

The match was over. It was a clear defeat for the one who had lost his sword.

There were many spectators as well. So people couldn’t imagine Tak Mu Gwang’s subsequent actions at all.

Tak Mu Gwang let out a terrible scream.

“Stop right there!”

Ji Cheon Wu didn’t turn back to look at Tak Mu Gwang. Ji Cheon Wu turned around because Nam Gung Lin began to move urgently while looking at him.

Nam Gung Lin shouted while looking at Ji Cheon Wu.

“Ji Cheon Wu!”

At that moment, Ji Cheon Wu turned around. Tak Mu Gwang was about to swing his sword at Ji Cheon Wu’s turned back.

It was an incomparably cowardly action.

For a moment, a red light flashed in Tak Mu Gwang’s eyes and disappeared.

It was already too late.

The carelessness might have been his, not Tak Mu Gwang’s.

But the martial artists Ji Cheon Wu had encountered so far were people of the Nam Gung family. They knew honor and didn’t act like Tak Mu Gwang.

So Ji Cheon Wu naturally didn’t know such a situation would occur.

That someone calling himself a martial artist would act so cowardly.

Tak Mu Gwang’s sword showed no hesitation. Ji Cheon Wu sensed he would be seriously injured.

But Tak Mu Gwang’s sword didn’t reach Ji Cheon Wu.

Chang!

With a clear sound, someone stopped Tak Mu Gwang’s sword.

It was the old man who had been watching the situation. After blocking Tak Mu Gwang’s sword, he unhesitatingly struck the back of Tak Mu Gwang’s neck as he lunged at Ji Cheon Wu. Tak Mu Gwang collapsed without even being able to scream.

The old man’s eyes looking at the fallen Tak Mu Gwang were incomparably cold.

“Wh-what?”

“What just happened?”

The confused voices of people could also be heard.

Ji Cheon Wu’s gaze turned to the old man. The old man was stomping on the fallen Tak Mu Gwang with his foot.

Ji Cheon Wu looked at the old man with surprised eyes.

He realized that the seemingly ordinary old man was a martial artist who had hidden his strength.

The fallen Tak Mu Gwang glared at the old man and shouted.

“You cowards, a joint attack! You even hid your strength.”

Ji Cheon Wu marveled at Tak Mu Gwang. To speak of cowardice when he had ambushed after the match was over.

Contempt filled the old man’s eyes as he looked at Tak Mu Gwang.

He quietly opened his mouth towards Tak Mu Gwang.

“What a pitiful child. To ambush in a match you’ve already lost, aren’t you ashamed? Is that how your master taught you?”

Tak Mu Gwang’s face reddened.

Ji Cheon Wu was also taken aback.

Tak Mu Gwang was a disciple of the 3rd elder of the Demonic Sect. The 3rd elder was the most hot-tempered and beast-like among the elders of the Demonic Sect.

The old man had spoken words criticizing such a 3rd elder.

“You bastards, how dare you talk about my master!”

The moment he heard the old man’s rebuke, a vile smile spread across Tak Mu Gwang’s face. He seemed to take the criticism of his master lightly, not caring about it.

Because of the old man’s words just now, he could move the Great Power Divine Demon.

He used to despise those who talked behind his back.

“Do you dare face the consequences!”

Tak Mu Gwang glared at the old man, breathing heavily.