I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Chapter 224: Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition (6)

With the Murim Conference underway, the members of the Half-Sword Double-Dao Association gradually gathered at the Wucheon Pavilion.

The inaugural president was Ximen Qing, who had unknowingly received the position when the group was formed without her knowledge.

“But if it’s the Half-Sword Double-Dao Association, isn’t it a Sword-Dao Association? Why is it considered that the Dao users yielded?”

“Anyway, when someone who doesn’t know hears it, wouldn’t they think the sword comes first? We agreed to put ‘half-sword’ first because we don’t want to explain an embarrassing name.”

“What, is the Half-Sword Double-Dao Association embarrassing?”

At this, the members calmly nodded.

Of course it was embarrassing since the name was given in a fit of anger while teasing each other’s weapons.

To begin with, it’s childish for martial artists to belittle each other’s weapons.

In any case, the Murim Conference wasn’t particularly appealing to Qing’s friends.

The world’s most handsome man who finds gatherings uncomfortable (has no friends), Peng Choryo who has nothing to do since she’s not a rising star (has no friends).

The sword lunatic who would rather swing her sword one more time than play around at the Murim Conference (has no sword friends), and Gongson Yoye who just has no friends, and Tang Nanah who also has no friends and a bad temper.

Qing thought, looking at them one by one, they were all members who had no friends because of some flaw.

So it must be fate that I, with many friends, take on the role of president to lead these loners.

However, it was hard to see Jegal Ihyeon’s face.

This was because he was an extremely extroverted muscle-head who originally liked to mingle with people, finding joy in peeking into all sorts of places to broaden his knowledge (picking up all kinds of stories).

So they sparred, ate meals together, and although they bathed separately, they went out in a group to see the night sights.

Before they knew it, four days had passed and the day of the 32 matches of the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition dawned.

For the past four days, Qing had been wearing hemp clothes that felt like they were made with blades.

At night, her skin would become red and swollen from rubbing, but her superhuman durability skin didn’t actually get damaged.

As Cheon Yuhak said, after getting used to it, the pain didn’t bother her, or rather, this is exactly what getting used to it meant.

The absolute amount of pain didn’t decrease just because the same pain was repeated continuously.

But she just got used to it, so even though it still hurt the same, now she could even feel refreshed.

Like the pleasure of pressing a mosquito bite with your fingernail to leave marks shaped like Chinese characters? Or the refreshing feeling that makes your bladder tingle when you carefully scratch around a scab?

But at the martial arts competition, she had to wear the Divine Maiden Sect uniform showing her affiliation, so Qing tried it on without arm warmers and concluded:

Damn, this is driving me crazy. Really.

She had hoped it might have gotten a bit better, but of course she couldn’t adapt to the soft, rustling sensation after only wearing rough clothes.

But she didn’t make a tearful face like before.

She was already in the process of overcoming the pain of rough clothes, so she thought she could get used to soft clothes later by spending time on it.

In the end, Qing went out with arm warmers wrapped around her arms and legs and a wide belt tightly binding her uniform to her body.

And then, how stuffy the world became!

It was inevitable with the characteristic stuffiness of wearing gloves covering her entire body.

Not feeling the wind that always flowed around her, she felt almost suffocated.

So what could she do?

She could only resolve again that she needed to get used to the sensations quickly.

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The Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition was a series of upsets.

This was because the win rate of ronin, or more correctly, unaffiliated martial artists, was not just high but went crazy.

Among the previous entrants, there were thirteen unaffiliated martial artists. Ten of them advanced to the top 32, meaning ten out of thirty-two in the main tournament.

Thanks to this, there were quite a few spectators who lost again and again, got angry, took out loans to bet, and ended up in huge debt and complete ruin.

But betting on match results is a legal business recognized by national law and permitted by the Murim Alliance, and all responsibility lies with the impure beings who tried to make a big win recklessly.

Anyway, since everything except 10% is transparently distributed, wouldn’t someone pocket money equal to someone else’s tears of blood?

And the upsets continued, with three unaffiliated martial artists advancing to the main round of 16 in the bracket ahead of Qing.

Hero Ma who uses Earth-Lying Fist, Hero Wang who uses a chair, and someone else. Don’t know.

Qing, who had watched the matches, frowned deeply.

What’s this, what did they do in four days to become increasingly bad guys?

Compared to four days ago, the evil karma of the unaffiliated martial artists had increased by about 30 points on average.

How could such similar evil karma numbers rise together unless the unaffiliated ones gathered to do bad things together?

But there were no rumors, and they couldn’t have caused trouble in this Kaifeng land overflowing with peerless masters, absolute masters, and super-super masters.

As Qing moved to the waiting room at that point, there was again a loud snorting sound.

Qing responded to this:

“Yes, I’ve been well too. How have you been, Miss Murong?”

“Hmph. Why are you acting friendly?”

Still, she didn’t pick a fight first, so it seemed she had properly taken Qing’s advice that pointing out others’ sizes one by one would only highlight her own emptiness.

And after turning her head away blankly for a while, she suddenly smiled wickedly and said:

“Well, Miss, do you know you’ll face me if you win this time? Don’t lose to some unworthy opponent and come up so we can match our skills? Since it’s boring to just fight with our grudges, shall we make a bet?”

“Miss Murong. I have no remaining grudge. Originally, as the old saying goes, only the one who was hit can’t sleep.”

“…?”

Murong Juhui was momentarily confused.

Wasn’t it the opposite according to the old saying?

But the old saying that the one who hit can’t stretch their legs to sleep while the one who was hit can sleep stretching their legs is a strange saying that’s hard to understand why it exists.

Originally, the one who hit quickly forgets and lives happily, while only the one who was hit can’t sleep from resentment.

“Ha. I still have a grudge, so I’ll make a bet. If Miss Ximen loses, will you take off that veil and reveal your face in front of the audience?”

“Hmm. Why should I?”

“What, are you not confident you’ll win?”

Qing couldn’t help but sneer.

What kind of childish provocation is this?

“Alright. If that will make Miss Murong feel better, I’ll gladly accept. Are you satisfied now?”

Anyway, Qing had nothing to lose.

If she wins, that’s it.

If by some one-in-a-billion chance she happens to lose due to a sudden lightning strike from the sky, she just has to reveal her face, right?

At this, the waiting contestants in the room looked at Murong Juhui with unfriendly gazes.

“Again, again. Always making me out to be the bad girl like this…! Just wait! I’ll really put you in your place!”

Murong Juhui stormed out of the waiting room, huffing and puffing.

She seemed uncomfortable staying there, so she probably went to wait under the arena first.

However, unfortunately, there would be no fierce battle between two proud women with Qing’s veil at stake.

Murong Juhui, who had poured all her anger at Qing, unbelievably lost to an unaffiliated martial artist in the following 32nd round match.

Qing was just dumbfounded.

What’s this, telling me to come up and then losing and going down.

What is this? Is this that honorable death or whatever?

And then it was Qing’s turn.

She smoothly passed through the familiar ship’s corridor she had been through once before, gracefully flew up and landed neatly on the arena, and the audience greeted Qing with loud responses.

-The Ugly Veiled Sword Woman is here!

-Boo! Ugly girl! Take off that veil!

-I bet on you this time, so do well! An ugly girl should at least be good with a sword, right?!

Catching a few voices with her superhuman hearing, it was roughly like this.

Hmm. Should I just lose completely?

But what’s the use of fighting with the audience?

Qing just shrugged it off and faced her opponent.

Evil karma of 96 points. Wow. That’s cutting it close.

If it was just 4 points higher, it would be worthy of execution.

Not knowing Qing was having such vicious thoughts, her opponent made a respectful salute.

“I am Dao Laiman from Xincheng. I have learned the Single Yang Dao Technique.”

“I’m Ximen Qing, disciple of the Divine Maiden Sect. I’ve learned the Divine Maiden Sword, Yue Maiden Sword, and various other miscellaneous skills.”

In fact, she didn’t have a suitable left hand technique for the match.

No matter how much she insisted, it wasn’t appropriate to openly use the White Hand Demonic Arts or Black Slaying Demonic Palm, and the Shadowless Divine Hand was a secret.

The Buddha’s Palm was too lethal, so she had to either greatly reduce its power to the level of the occasional Buddha’s Noogie or completely destroy the body.

But if she held weapons in both hands, the Dao technique was also demonic arts, and she absolutely couldn’t use dual swords because she couldn’t win with two swords.

Just look at Murong Juhui who had proposed the match.

As a woman famous for dual swords, she revealed her limitations, so if it weren’t for dual swords, she could have faced Qing in the next match.

“Since my realm is not low, I’ll give you the first move. Come.”

“I won’t decline.”

Dao Laiman nodded in thanks and charged-

What! So fast!

In the blink of an eye, Dao Laiman’s form, pulling his Dao tightly, had arrived.

Qing was startled and bent her knee using the Iron Plate Bridge technique. Above her horizontally lying body, whoosh! The bladeless Dao body cut through the air horizontally with a fierce sound.

From that position, Qing rolled her feet back, doing a handstand and rotating twice before standing on the arena.

Then again, closely attached, this time the Dao body flashed high in the sky.

As Qing stepped on the Nine Palaces positions, her form multiplied into six and simultaneously disappeared, reappearing nine steps behind Dao Laiman with her back turned.

The absolute masters of the martial arts world watching from the pagoda in front of Kaifeng Prefecture all stood up and shouted at once:

Traceless Shadow Step!

Regardless, Qing reflected.

Wow, really fast.

He seems to be one of the quickest swordsmen, no, Dao users among the martial artists I’ve faced so far.

This is why they say the martial arts world is vast…

Qing had inwardly looked down on him for being unaffiliated, but as soon as she gave up one move, she almost suffered a big embarrassment by getting hit.

As Qing quickly turned her body, Dao Laiman, who had momentarily lost sight of his opponent and panicked, also found Qing’s form.

The characteristic of the Traceless Shadow Step of appearing with one’s back to the enemy is that it’s really only specialized for evasion and escape.

Dao Laiman’s martial arts were truly reckless.

Based on fast speed, the trajectory of the Dao wielded with both hands had destructive power that seemed like it could cut something in half even with a blunt practice Dao.

But now she knows that speed.

It was fierce strong strikes linked with fast speed and precise striking points, but the limitation was that the trajectory was visible due to the lack of technique and straightforwardness.

However, this level of strong strikes is difficult to casually receive even if seen, so the depth of martial arts is quite profound.

But Qing wasn’t one to back down from strength versus strength.

Qing, holding her sword with both hands, swept upwards as if brushing the ground, and with a clang! of clashing steel, Dao Laiman floated up into the air.

In fact, sword and Dao techniques rarely have movements that cut from bottom to top.

This is because moving from earth to heaven, against the natural order, requires several times more strength than the opposite.

However, once you have several times the strength, there’s no technique more powerful than this.

By the natural principle of action and reaction, when colliding up and down, Qing transfers that force to the ground, while Dao Laiman loses weight and floats up.

Now this is the second exchange. I have to give ten exchanges…

Qing, who would die blinking if it was Master’s words, didn’t pursue her opponent floating in the air and obediently lowered her sword.

Dao Laiman, who landed on the ground and stepped back two more steps to regain his balance, raised his left hand in front of his solar plexus to express gratitude even in the middle of the match.

Qing became a bit confused.

What’s this? Why so polite? He’s not a bad guy?

But then why is his evil karma state like that?

Dao Laiman’s expression became more relaxed.

He realized the gap with Qing from that one move.

While understanding the intention to give him a chance to display his martial arts, he calmed his competitive spirit and just took the attitude of showing everything he had.

Then Dao Laiman’s Dao technique changed.

Gone was the strong strike following from speed, replaced by a heavy Dao technique that firmly planted on the ground and thrust out stubbornly.

Yet, mixed in were half-step speed increases in sudden moments, which was quite threatening, but Qing, who no longer underestimated her opponent, could deal with it without much difficulty.

Like that, ten exchanges passed and it was the eleventh exchange.

As the Dao Qi with extreme yang properties drew a large semicircle as if cutting the sun, Qing’s sword tip was suddenly touching Dao Laiman’s chin.

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