Everyone Is Young Except For Me Chapter 279

Yang Fan, the master of Seven Tigers Boxing, forced Mido into a corner. Even so, inwardly, Yang Fan was surprised. He didn't think that a girl from South Korea, a small land, would be able to escape from his Seven Tigers Boxing.

'Amazing!'

Mido wasn't just standing still. She worked hard a.n.a.lyzing the Chinese players through the community videos. She remembered the last time when she lost consciousness and put her teammates in danger, so she endured the h.e.l.lish training.

[The constellation skill 'Art of Composition' is activated.]

[The opponent's shadow will be bound and distorted for a short time.]

It was the skill Art of Composition that she achieved in the last training period. It was a skill she gained after hearing Monet's advice that a painter should always look at the world creatively and use spatial perception to see the various compositions of objects.

“......!”

The astonished Yang Fan's eyes widened. It was a short time, but his fist rus.h.i.+ng toward Mido felt bound. Then it was moved to the side and hit the ground. Mido didn't miss this chance.

“Haap!”

Mido quickly moved into Yang Fan's arms while pulling out her sword. The sharp b.l.o.o.d.y Butcher was revealed and cut at Yang Fan. However, Yang Fan raised his left arm and managed to block the sword. A long sword cut was left on Yang Fan's left arm.

“Haat!”

Mido swung her sword quicker to avoid giving him a break. Yang Fan showed an unwillingness to lose and increased his strength by adding magic power to both arms. Once again, he poured out the destructive power of the Seven Tigers Boxing from various angles. Sparks flew the moment the sword and fist met.

'This young friend is amazing...!'

It was a girl with swordsmans.h.i.+p that didn't match her age. Yang Fan smiled like he had met a good rival and stomped his right feet. Sharp fragments of the ground flew in a threatening manner toward Mido.

“...Hup!”

Mido quickly deflected it but Yang Fan's fist struck her without missing the gap. Yang Fan hit Mido's right shoulder. The arm which she held the sword with trembled slightly and she revealed another gap. Mido was slightly pushed back and Yang Fan rushed quickly toward her.

“Ink Soldiers!”

Right then, the ink soldiers seemed to answer a call and rose up to surround Yang Fan with their swords and spears. Yang Fan raised his magic power and returned the ink soldiers to just being drawings one by one using Seven Tigers Boxing. A destructive technique with a tiger's aura once again revealed itself in Yang Fan's hands.  

The ink soldiers disappeared in an instant.

However, Mido was already using a buff on herself with Sketch Mind. She aimed for a gap that Yang Fan revealed and stabbed her sword. Yang Fan grinned at Mido whose sword had reached him. “...It wasn't bad.”

Some blood flowed from Yang Fan's mouth.

“...Thank you.” Mido thanked Yang Fan for praising her, but Yang Fan hadn't given up yet. Yang Fan's hand tried to grab Mido's sword. If she was caught here, Mido could only be hit by his Seven Tigers Boxing from the shortest distance.

“Huup!”

Even so, Mido was careful. She smiled when she saw Yang Fan's bewildered face. She once again used the Art of Composition to temporarily bind him.

“Thank you for being my opponent.”

Mido twisted the sword in Yang Fan's stomach and pulled it out. Her ensuing blow quickly cut his entire body and appeared on the other side, causing the sword to scatter a lot of blood.

“...Cough. It was great this time.”

Yang Fan collapsed.

* * *

“Umm, it is wonderful.”

Park Muyeol had personally guided Mido in her aforementioned training and nodded. He had shouted at Mido last time, but he seemed satisfied with Mido's sharpened swordsmans.h.i.+p.

I asked him honestly, “How talented is Mido?”

“Do you want me to answer honestly?”

“Yes.”

I nodded slightly and Park Muyeol touched his beard. He rolled his eyes and started thinking. It didn't take him long to think about it. “If she had awakened her talent early, then she would be on par with Seongchan right now.”

“So she currently isn't a match for Seongchan?”

“Yes. It isn't because he is my grandson. I am speaking from a teacher's point of view. Still, if she continues to practice, she will be able to kill an imoogi, even if she can't kill a dragon.”

It was actually the first time I had seen Park Muyeol say something like this. I hadn't seen a person who had been praised so much by him. If so, it meant that Mido had talent. Was it a good thing to pair Mido with Monet? My troubles deepened.

“Are you thinking about Mido's constellation?”

“......”

He had noticed it again. Only this person could see through my inner thoughts. I couldn't lie in front of him. I nodded slightly.

Park Muyeol laughed. “Hmm. I heard it from Mido. Originally, you had another constellation chosen in mind for her, but then you had to choose Monet or something.”

“......”

“However, Mido doesn't blame you. Rather, she feels responsible for ignoring your advice and for what happened.”

“Responsibility...”

It seemed that Mido was carrying a heavy burden on her shoulders and my heart felt sour. Maybe this was why she trained so desperately.

“I don't know what constellation you're talking about, but even if Mido chose that constellation, she would've felt a sense of responsibility. This is what power is originally. In order to blossom, you have to bury your hands in the soil.”

I scoffed at his words. I could be kinder, but there was no need for words of thanks between us. We had known each other for 40 years and we could see each other's meaning just by looking into each other's eyes.

“...Please look after Mido.”

“Bah. Let go of your worries. She is a student who makes me want to be a proper teacher.”

It was only then that I could smile. My gaze s.h.i.+fted beyond Mido to the opposite side of the stadium. My hair was fluttering freely in the wind.

* * *

The game was fast paced. It was a close match in terms of the results. Five players from China had been eliminated, and from South Korea, three. The score was 5:3. South Korea was barely ahead by two wins. We would make it to the finals if we won one more time.

[The user 'Kim Hyeonu' has been logged out.]

However, Kim Hyeonu had just lost. The score changed to 5:4. It was perhaps a natural result. The man across from him was the lightning G.o.d of China. It wasn't a strength on par with Jupiter, but the eerie sensation that ran through my body made me feel like I was facing the G.o.d of lightning.

I temporarily got a chill. Indeed... it wouldn't be easy. The strength I felt from Zhen Sulong was completely different from what I saw on TV. The confidence I felt when we shook hands didn't come out. Then it was time for me to come out...

“Chuntaek.”

Right then, Park Muyeol called out to me from where he was staring at Zhen Sulong with folded arms.

“What is it?”

“This guy. Didn't he want to fight with me last time?”

“There was something like that. What about it?”

“I want to ask just once. Can I go out?”

In fact, I had a tacit agreement with Zhen Sulong before the match. I would unconditionally be his opponent, but it seemed this promise might be broken. It would be fine if I asked for his opinion. This fighting maniac had s.h.i.+ning eyes again. If I didn't ask then he would forcefully go out.

“I understand. Just wait a moment.”

I sent a whisper to Zhen Sulong. It was possible to whisper to each other even if we were enemies.

-Jackson: Sulong.

-Zhen Sulong: Yes, Brother. 

-Jackson: It seems that Muyeol wants to fight with you. His entire body is itchy.

A few minutes later, Zhen Sulong's laughter burst out.

Hahahaha.

In the stadium, Zhen Sulong smiled.

-Zhen Sulong: This is good. It was a pity that I couldn't compete with him in the Colosseum the other day.

-Jackson: Is it really okay?

-Zhen Sulong: Rather, I would like to ask you. Please, Brother. 

Hrmm. I see.

I turned my head to the side to look at Park Muyeol. Park Muyeol felt my gaze and stared at me with s.h.i.+ning eyes. “Well?”

I had just raised the corners of my mouth in a slight smile...

“Hahaha! Good. Very good! Hahaha!”

Park Muyeol manipulated the air with a satisfied smile and his figure appeared on the stadium.

“I-Is it really okay? He is China's lightning G.o.d...” An Seunghyun, who hadn't partic.i.p.ated in any fights, came to the side and asked.

I had always felt that An Seunghyun was so timid, and wondered how he became a national representative. It was true that he could be used as a supporter, but he didn't have much to do in PvP events like today.

“He will do well.”

I nodded lightly. It was also true that there was some antic.i.p.ation. It was because the white lightning awakened by Zhen Sulong was originally Jupiter's power. Additionally...

Park Muyeol swung his wooden sword through the air. The white flowers attached to his wooden sword blossomed and spring came. Through the fluttering petals, the reliable old man seemed like he was looking down on the world.

“...Hercules is the son of Jupiter.”

(Submission Final Date: 15th November)