Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: I Got a Peerless Martial Art, But I'm Still Going to Stream.
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Click.
I clicked on the video labeled number one.
And then a video began to play.
[Ah, ah, can you hear me? Ahem, this is recording properly, right?]
[Yes, yes, sir. Don't forget the daily 100,000 won you promised in exchange for filming this!]
[Hah! Of course! What do you take me for?!]
[S-sorry.]
An old man appeared in the video. He was the kind of elderly guy you'd see commonly in the countryside. He looked like he'd just come from tending his fields. Especially that unkempt beard—it was really off-putting.
Sigh, figures.
A light sigh escaped my lips.
If it was gonna be like this, I wish it'd at least been some stimulating porn...
Porn would've been better.
But all that showed up was a rural backdrop and this one old man. Nothing I could really use for streaming.
[Ahem, ahem. Well then, let's begin. You must be the successor who will inherit my Peerless Martial Art. Nice to meet you.]
"Yes, yes, sir. Nice to meet you too."
I said it with a sarcastic edge. All my energy drained out in an instant.
Peerless Martial Art, my ass.
It was obviously some third-rate technique. And it wasn't even entertaining. No way to use this on stream.
If only a woman had shown up...
I kept watching the video anyway.
Not because it was fun. The old man's droning voice made it utterly boring.
[I am the direct disciple of the Tiger Fist Sect, a single-lineage succession sect...]
Tiger Fist Sect? Never heard of it.
But you never know. There might be something usable for streaming. That's why I kept watching.
The old man rambled on about the sect's history.
[The founder of the Tiger Fist Sect rose to fame during the reign of King Jinheung of Silla...]
A sect passed down from Silla? Come on, tone down the exaggeration.
I kept yawning as I watched. It was way more boring than history class in school.
And about 30 minutes passed like that?
[I took the Tiger Fist Sect's techniques, developed them further, innovated, and created what is now the Fist King Fist.]
Finally, history lesson time was over. I stretched. I'd even dozed off a bit. I was impressed with myself for watching it all the way through.
Then, the old man on screen assumed a stance.
[...This won't give you the feel. I'll demonstrate the technique myself. You there! Stop dozing and follow along!]
[Slurp. Huh? Oh, yes!]
The old man moved to a nearby mountain behind the house. He stopped at a suitable spot.
It looked like a field, with a massive rocky mountain in the distance.
[This'll do.]
Soon, he spread his legs and bent his knees slightly.
The old man performed the motion excruciatingly slowly. It actually made him look kinda impressive.
But what's he doing to empty air?
Third-rate martial arts you could find on Newtube didn't have proper internal energy cultivation methods. Swinging at empty air wouldn't amount to much.
Yet that's exactly what the old man was about to do.
I didn't get it.
And apparently, neither did the guy filming.
[Sir, what are you doing there? Should I fetch a sandbag or something?]
[Hah! Quiet.]
[Yes...]
Soon, the old man took the stance known as the Horse Stance. The one commonly called the riding position.
[Now, keep your eyes wide open and watch closely.]
That was when it happened.
In an instant, the old man stepped forward a pace with his left foot. His right hand thrust out alongside it.
Ruuuumble—!!
[Haaah! Fist King Strike!!]
The old man shouted the technique name embarrassingly as he executed it. A sight you wouldn't see in modern times.
But that didn't matter.
What mattered far more was the result on screen.
[Boom!!]
[Kwaaaaaang—!!]
"Wh-what the hell..."
I stared blankly.
I couldn't help it.
The old man's speed like a beam of light wasn't the point.
What mattered was the massive scar etched into the mountainside from his attack.
[Rumble rumble.]
[S-sir... what the...]
The filmer looked stunned too. It was understandable.
Suddenly, a fist mark about 10 meters wide had appeared on the mountainside. Not just a shallow dent—it was a hole so deep you couldn't see the bottom.
Incredible power.
I jumped up from my seat.
This was a Peerless Martial Art. No way it wasn't.
[Successor, what do you think? Does the desire to learn my art stir within you?]
[Yes! I-I want to learn it! Sir! I don't even need the 100,000 won a day! Take me as your disciple!]
[Your bones aren't suited for this art. And you're too old!]
[Sir! In the countryside, 50 is prime youth! Not old at all!]
[Hah! At 50, your bones are set and you can't learn it! Just film properly. Unless you want to die.]
[Yes...]
I was exactly 22. A bit late maybe, but way better than 50.
By now, my eyes were sparkling. The bored expression from earlier was completely gone.
This is a real Peerless Martial Art.
With this level of power, it wouldn't lose to the arts of the Nine Great Sects and One Gang or the Five Great Families.
No, it even felt somehow greater.
If I master this...!
Of course, I'd keep streaming. That wasn't changing. In my opinion, there was no job more fun or better than being a streamer.
And there were already martial artists and mages among streamers.
Hell, mages and martial artists streamed even better. The world's top Newtuber, Blade, was an amazing mage.
Alright. I'm learning it!
I made up my mind on the spot. I'd train hard in this from now on.
They said before you could learn just from manuals. But now there's a detailed video explanation? This'll be way easier.
And just like that, I'd hit the jackpot out of nowhere.
Never saw it coming.
Yeah, dragged into this crazy world outta the blue? Gotta have some adventure like this!
Felt like God was watching over me. That's why He tossed me this bonus.
I gave a quick prayer of thanks to the sky.
Then hurried to prepare to learn the art.
Alright, time to learn the great Fist King Fist?
The Fist King Fist that had been dismissed as boring third-rate trash just moments ago was gone.
All that remained was a Peerless Martial Art that would shock the world.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ [Basics! Basics are the most important!! Don't forget two full hours of Horse Stance every day!!]
Drip. Drip.
Sweat poured from me, soaking the floor.
I grabbed a towel and wiped it off. My face felt refreshed.
Whew, not as insanely difficult as I thought.
Surprisingly, the old man explained well. Trying it myself, it wasn't as hard as expected.
[I won't teach with fancy Chinese characters. Do you know how great Hangul is? So I'll explain simply in Hangul.]
Especially good that he avoided tough words. Made it easier to learn.
Of course, maybe because it's just the beginning. Still, I felt confident.
I approached the homework the old man assigned with a bright face.
Horse Stance for two hours, right?
Unfamiliar stance. Obviously, two hours straight wasn't easy.
But to learn the art, I had to. My master(?) made such an easy manual. It was as straightforward as an online lecture.
Couldn't slack off and skip homework.
Not that I'd just stand there doing Horse Stance idly.
People need some flexibility.
I immediately went to my monitor and opened the streaming site. The one I streamed on, 'Express'.
Express was the world's largest internet broadcasting platform. Watched by people globally, and most domestic streamers broadcast here.
Simply put, like a mashup of old Earth's Twitty and Paprika?
I selected the Korean channel.
Suddenly, the screen filled with Korean streamers.
Knew there'd be streams around this time.
It was 10 PM now. Peak viewer time, called prime time.
Naturally, big corporate streamers were all live.
I eyed one at the top of the rankings.
Being at the top meant top-five in the country. Viewer count was massive. Nothing like mine.
[Live Viewers: 53,125]
It was Ma-sam's stream—the guy who kicked me out.
I clicked on Ma-sam's stream.
No special reason. Just wanted to see how he streamed.
Then assumed Horse Stance.
Watch streams while exercising.
Time would fly. Even I thought it was a great idea.
Plus, it was Ma-sam. Bound to be something to learn.
Soon, Ma-sam's loud voice blared out.
[No! Bros! Stop with the Jae-ho talk already! I let him go nicely!]
Perfect timing—my name came up.