Chapter 200 (1/2)

I stood up from where I was watching the match in a corner of the waiting room.

“Oh my god. This...?”

A huge golden goblet was floating in the air. It was carved with ancient language and mysterious paintings. It looked like an old relic, but it was actually a drinking cup. It wasn’t a regular cup. This was a heavenly cup. It was filled with water from the Styx River.

“...Crazy. What did that guy do?”

Since it appeared, Park Muyeol must’ve sworn an oath with Hercules. Otherwise, water from the Styx River wouldn’t have appeared in the air now. I instantly sent a whisper to Park Muyeol.

-Jackson: You crazy guy. What type of promise did you make with Hercules?

-Park Muyeol: It isn’t a big deal. He just offered me a task using the stick. This guy has always wanted it. Well, I said I would be his successor on one condition.

-Jackson: What condition?

-Park Muyeol: A condition where I can fight with the same power as the one in front of me.

My gaze moved back to the screen. Hutton was surprised by Park Muyeol’s power and looked quite fl.u.s.tered. If the two people had equal power then it was clear who would win.

-Jackson: Crazy bastard. If he makes you his successor, then just say ‘thank you’ and accept. Why fight with that guy on equal terms?

-Park Muyeol: It is interesting. Additionally, how unfair would he feel if someone stole his power when he didn’t settle accounts with me?

-Jackson: So you will trample on him and take it away?

-Park Muyeol: I guess.

“Hahaha!”

I was the one who burst out laughing this time. There was no other crazy guy like this. He was the same in the past and now. There was nothing wrong with the old saying that a person was the same from a child until they died of old age. By the way, I hadn’t expected Hercules to make the oath. He must’ve been in a hurry.

“Hmm.”

Hercules would be the one with the disadvantage if the oath wasn’t kept. He couldn’t breathe for nine years, couldn’t eat the food of the Heavenly Palace, and would grow old. He wouldn’t have an immortal body. It was the oath of the Styx River that all strength could only be recovered 10 years later. It showed how much Hercules coveted that Muyeol.

-Jackson: Can you win?

-Park Muyeol: Do you think I will lose?

-Jackson: I wish you will be beaten.

-Park Muyeol: I’m sorry, but that won’t happen.

On the screen, Park Muyeol rushed toward Hutton. The two of them collided while waving their sticks. Hutton swung with all his strength while Park Muyeol blocked all attacks using technique alone. Now that their strength was equal, the one dominating was naturally Park Muyeol. No, it couldn’t be called a fight in the first place.

No matter how imaginative, not many people could win against Muyeol with a wooden sword. It was why the picky Hercules chose Park Muyeol in the first place. In any case, Hercules seemed to have a good eye for his successor.

“Now, take my hit.”

Park Muyeol laughed joyfully. His black wooden sword flew in a straight line. Hutton had the same strength so he raised his club to block Park Muyeol’s wooden sword. The moment their weapons collided, a wave of power burst out. Then the wooden sword moved in a different trajectory.

“Haha. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this.”

As Park Muyeol turned to the right, the wooden sword extended at a faster speed from the opposite direction toward Hutton. This was a technique that Park Muyeol often used in one-on-one matches. It was named something because it was as flexible as a living swallow. The name...

“Cutting Swallow.”

An exhilarating blow came from Park Muyeol’s wooden sword. Hutton frowned and fell onto his right knee.

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“Kuooock...”

Hutton couldn’t help groaning at the pain. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He never expected this person to circ.u.mvent his club, turn around, and attack in the other direction. Hutton couldn’t keep his mind off the unusual movement. Still, for him, it was a battle that he couldn’t lose. This was a fight where losing his power or not was at stake.

“Kuock. I can’t fall down so easily!”

Hutton swung his club to resist, but the winning move was already in full swing. Park Muyeol once again moved flexibly using Cutting Swallow and shook off Hutton’s club. Then once again, he hit the intact left leg with his wooden sword. He changed to the thighs, knees, and calves in turn, producing a blunt hitting sound at high speed.

“Kuaaaaack!”

Eventually, Hutton gasped on his knees and supported his upper body with the club. It was a situation where Park Muyeol was still standing on both feet. Hutton bit his lips at this incredible result.

“Why are you making such a garbage-like expression? Do you think it is unfair?” Park Muyeol questioned.

“Huhu. It isn’t unfair. I lost in an equal situation.”

“Tsk. Don’t be too depressed. I just wanted to give you a chance.”

“A chance?”

“Yes. That stick bastard was trying to make me a successor. However, I thought you would feel it was unfair so I asked to let it be a fair fight.”

”Kukukuk. Don't make me laugh.”

“Well, in any case, it was a fun fight. Do you want to continue? I don’t think you can fight anymore.”

Park Muyeol’s gaze turned to Hutton’s knees. This place had already become bruised. Hutton was also well aware of it. There was a message in front of his eyes saying both legs were broken and he couldn’t move.

“Kukuk.” Nevertheless, Hutton didn’t feel bad. No, rather, he felt relaxed. It was good that the strong man in front of him had created such an opportunity to fight. Hutton was able to fight for himself. Thus, he had no lingering regrets. It was because he believed he could be strong enough even without Stick's Protection. Now he had a new goal.

Hutton replied, “I want to fight again. Will you accept the challenge?”