Chapter 177

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Translator: 8uhl

Chapter: 177

Chapter Title: 검술 고인물의 게임방송-177화

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Translator: 8uhl

Chapter: 177

Chapter Title: Witnessing the Unleashed Seo-jun

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Lee Dong-soo, who had directly witnessed the unsealed Seo-jun, was genuinely awestruck from the very start.

He deliberately mangled the opponent's name to provoke them, as if implying they might actually lose.

Then, without even listening to what the opponent had to say, he dragged them into the kind of fight he wanted.

Villainous behavior through and through.

Watching that, it hit him.

Ah.

'So he was holding back earlier.'

Yeah.

Thanks for that.

'At least he considered how I felt.'

Really.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Unaware of Seo-jun's plans to exploit him further down the line, Lee Dong-soo felt about 2% gratitude.

And then.

Just as everyone was eagerly watching to see who would fail first, the upset happened.

The moment Seo-jun captured the clone in under 30 seconds.

Lee Dong-soo realized something once more.

'He wasn't lying after all.'

30 seconds.

Insane.

No.

'What kind of skill is this...'

Words failed him.

Capturing it with the opponent's sword in under a minute would already be insane.

Even he, a pro gamer once hailed as a prodigy, couldn't help but be impressed.

But doing it in 30 seconds?

Without taking a single hit?

The viewers' reactions exploded a beat late.

They hadn't realized it was 30 seconds until Seo-jun said it.

Bites came from elsewhere too.

Not the community.

Pro gamers. From Tae-woo's team, scouted.

Geez.

'Usually after matches, he only looks for Ha-yeon noona and ignores me completely, just one-word replies...'

They're close enough to game together.

So close it's like family; he thought the guy was illiterate, unable to form full sentences.

Lee Dong-soo scrolled up the message window.

Of course, Lee Dong-soo—who hadn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even replied to those—was in no position to talk.

He just sent game invites whenever messages came in.

As he kept scrolling up, another notification pinged.

'Huh? What's up with this noona now?'

The reactions didn't end with Kim Ha-rang.

His relationship with her was a bit awkward.

Did her coach step in too?

Annoying. Better to read it later and reply.

Lee Dong-soo shook his head and silently prayed for Taker.

Now he was facing stage 10, using his own sword.

But wait.

'The match was decided the moment he succeeded in 30 seconds, right?'

It had turned into a pride-fueled showdown, but it started with Taker provoking, thinking Seo-jun couldn't do it.

But he proved him wrong, so whatever.

'Can that hyung do 30 seconds too?'

He knew he couldn't—that's why Seo-jun specified a minute the second time.

'To avoid ending the match.'

Gazing at Seo-jun, who was hanging back a bit, he felt a pang of sympathy for Taker.

A situation with some leeway left.

Glancing around, he spotted team members who had slyly grabbed carrots in hand amid Seo-jun's duel.

And thought.

'We're the pitiful ones.'

His inner camaraderie maxed out.

"Oh? He got caught. Pretty quick. He just needed to do it within a minute."

At Seo-jun's voice, Lee Dong-soo checked via chat how long it took Taker to catch the AI.

48 seconds.

It had dropped sharply. He must've gritted his teeth and gone all out.

But wouldn't this make him look bad?

His limit was now proven at 48 seconds.

Just end it.

"No, everyone. It's not over yet. Isn't this just the beginning?"

"Seems like he handled it better with his own sword added. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠This time, it's the countermeasure."

What the hell is this guy saying?

Is he gonna update it live?

Lee Dong-soo revised his thoughts in that instant.

'Taker hyung is the pitiful one.'

At least for now.

In the next fight, Seo-jun used the full minute to take down Cheol-su.

To teach him one move.

Afterward, Seo-jun provided commentary to the viewers as they watched the broadcast.

"See? If you just move like that a bit then strike down from above."

Clang!

Taker fell for the move Seo-jun had planted and his attack was blocked.

His face visibly showed panic.

He'd clearly seen Seo-jun input the move, so the shock must be even greater.

"Not quite a weakness. And even if you know it, dealing with it is tough. You need pro-level talent... Oh, right. My bad."

You're a pro, right?

Seo-jun grinned.

Not the face of someone who slipped up.

He'd vented enough stress.

Now Seo-jun decided to casually guide the junior.

Someone might ask why he was trash-talking if he was just guiding.

Of course, it wasn't his true personality. Juniors only listen to saints after getting smacked.

That's why Seo-jun was beating Taker.

With words, with clones.

Absolutely no lingering grudges or anything.

"Oops. No decisive win this time either. Guess I'll update with Baek Do-yul's swordsmanship next."

He tapped the air with his finger to resummon.

Truth be told, Seo-jun was enjoying it about half the time.

"Honestly, this is fun. Updating moves the clone doesn't like feels like swapping out parts."

He'd never played such a game, but he got why people did.

The viewer count was skyrocketing, fueling his excitement.

Wonder where it'd peak.

Probably surpassing Ha Yun-ho.

And in front of all those people.

"Baek Do-yul's sword is textbook at cornering the opponent. Next up, Shin Ha-yeon."

Alright.

Get guided.

Not that he cared if it worked.

Just testing.

How much can a person grow with quick updates and instant feedback?

Cheol-su was doing the work, not him directly, but Taker's talent outshone the other team members, so it'd balance out.

As always, Seo-jun swung his sword with a relaxed expression.

A textbook pressuring assault.

Baek Do-yul's parrying style.

It was getting truly precarious now. Even going all out.

'Whew.'

The more he fought the clone, the more flustered he got.

'This is actually working?'

Baek Do-yul earlier, now Shin Ha-yeon.

The base was still that streamer he'd fought before.

But the occasional irregular moves mimicked those two's clones so perfectly it tricked him for a split second.

Not simple swings or chops.

How to respond at this timing?

That intent was embedded.

And.

'Am I imagining it? Feels more powerful than the real Shin Ha-yeon?'

Moments that made him grit his teeth harder than against their clones.

Not because the clone's level or technique improved—he felt the same tech was harder to handle.

Seo-jun's base movements layered with their techniques.

Why?

'Just my imagination?'

But.

'Nah.'

He knew.

He knew best, having faced all three here.

Maybe from the very first clash.

Pride blinding him?

Underestimating because he's a streamer?

Now he admitted it.

'At least in the Training Ground...'

The throne reclaimed in an instant.

He summoned the even stronger AI, recalling the owner of the clone before him.

'Yeah. He's the strongest!'

He sensed it.

This time, he couldn't do it in a minute. Or he'd have to concede a hit.

Then.

'Even if I sacrifice stamina, I'll catch him once in 30 seconds.'

The match was meaningless.

Just a challenge.

He wanted to lose cool, pro-like, impactfully if he had to.

Taker closed the gap instantly and attacked.

Attack and defense as one was impossible. No time for that.

No, not enough skill.

Swords slashed each other's bodies.

Stamina drained simultaneously.

HP dropping together, in sync.

8.

7.

6.

5.

At a terrifying pace.

His resolve to end it in 30 seconds.

Taker unleashed attacks that forced the AI to attack alongside instead of blocking.

4.

3.

2.

1.

Two seconds left by his internal count.

HP at 1.

Just time the final sword a bit faster.

With his best irregular blade. Technique.

'End it!'

In that instant. Perfect timing in a fleeting gap.

The AI lunged at him.

Taker's eyes widened.

Clang!

His space was dominated. Sword couldn't advance, blocked.

'Ah. Got distracted and forgot...'

Ruined.

It was the countermeasure old Seo-jun had planted.

The AI brought down the raised sword.

Vertical slice.

Easy to block.

But his rushed attack led to not just counter—but allowing it.

'Losing the match is one thing, losing to this...!'

Slash!

The universe blinked out for a moment.

At least Taker's world did.

No matter how much he ignored public opinion. Or stuck to his way.

An event for the Travel—VR history books.

He lost in front of everyone.

A pro.

To an AI.

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