Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: The All Master Who Regressed to Bronze 91
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After Choi Shin-hyeok single-handedly wiped out the national team.
The viewers watching the broadcast lost their minds at the appearance of the twin leaders guiding the national representatives—the Twin Kings who dominated and split the current Korean player scene in two.
The Twin Kings reigned at the absolute pinnacle of the player world, making their faces a rare sight.
They had no choice but to stream on their own channels for achievement points, but public broadcasts—whether terrestrial or cable—were absolutely off-limits.
Even Dimension Broadcast Channel, or D.B.C., was something they rarely tuned into, so their fans devoured any footage of them, even a single second, like starving wolves.
They expressed their gratitude to Shin-hyeok for creating this chance to see the Twin Kings after so long—live, no less.
But soon, they were stunned.
The sight of the Twin Kings bickering—not over anything else, but over who got to fight Shin-hyeok first—was more than enough to shock the D.B.C viewers glued to the live stream.
Who would win this spat?
Or would Shin-hyeok pick one?
As all eyes focused on his choice.
"Emergency escape! Gotta go see a constellation real quick, so you two sort it out while I'm gone!"
"What? No, wait…."
Shin-hyeok bolted from the scene.
The Twin Kings' bewildered faces as he vanished like smoke right in front of them were broadcast live across the nation.
The chat exploded once more.
The story of the tragic heroine (not) fleeing the courtship battle between the Northern Duke (not) and Crown Prince (not) who fought over her had an irresistible charm that left even D.B.C viewers who'd never touched a romance novel smacking their lips.
That's the magic of clichés.
But the real flavor bomb was just beginning.
"...Fine. Let's settle the pecking order today."
Even with their sparring target gone, their bickering didn't end—it ignited like wildfire.
They were the Twin Kings representing Korea, but at the end of the day, they were individuals.
Rivals locked in fierce competition.
Their origins alone—Myth Guild and Oseong Guild—were Korea's infamous rival conglomerates.
Viewers were hit with dopamine explosions, noses gushing blood at the prospect of their showdown.
With extra viewers flooding in from the prior stream and the Twin Kings' appearance, the broadcast had half-crashed into a queue, doubling the joy for those still in.
Human happiness is relative, after all—it multiplies when others can't have it.
The viewers who made it posted screenshots on communities, mocking the queuers and t-baggers, reveling in schadenfreude—until.
KWAAAAAAAAANG!
The Twin Kings' duel on the live stream was more than enough to snap jaws shut or drop them wide open.
Flame King Choi In-ho was flashy, light, and ferocious.
Blue flames, red flames, yellow flames, and more.
The spectacle of him unleashing varied flames relentlessly, blasting his opponent without mercy, was visually stunning and elicited gasps of awe just from watching.
In contrast, Sword King Lee Ho-seok was plain and weighty.
His sword strikes were incredibly fast and sharp, but showed no flair.
Yet the paths they carved were anything but ordinary.
Unseverable flames split in half. Near-ethereal spirits shrieked as they were forcibly reverse-summoned.
Flashy versus plain.
Light versus heavy.
Their clash was a duel, yet not a duel.
A fight, yet not a fight.
No—this was war.
A total war where they hurled everything they had at each other.
The kind of total war where an art student (not) with a toothbrush mustache raises his hand at a 45-degree angle nearby.
Amid the hallucinated echoes of "JA!" ringing out, a winner was decided.
The victor was the Flame King.
The Sword King's blade was sharp, but it never reached him. The Flame King's inferno swallowed the Sword King whole.
Of course, everyone knew it wasn't their full power.
This wasn't Dimension Arena—going all-out in reality and killing one would be catastrophic.
But a win was a win.
The Flame King's followers—self-proclaimed or otherwise, the Flame King Squad—seized the chat, flooding it with fire emojis until it was an inferno.
The Sword King Squad vented their fury and complaints, but it was like spitting in their own faces, so it fizzled out quickly.
Yet even after a winner was set, problems lingered.
After burning so much mana against the Sword King and being physically drained, could the Flame King even duel Shin-hyeok—let alone win?
The Flame King, aware of the issue, swiftly pulled a potion from his inventory, downed it, and began recovering his mana with his personal breathing technique.
About one or two hours later.
Shin-hyeok returned.
The chat buzzed again at his unexpectedly swift comeback.
The Sword King had left without lingering after his defeat, and the Flame King was focused on recovery, leaving the stream in a lull—but Shin-hyeok's reappearance set it ablaze.
The roaring chat captured the Flame King, slightly flustered by the sudden arrival.
Shin-hyeok's quicker-than-expected return left the Flame King from fully recovering.
But with Shin-hyeok looking off too, people hotly debated if the duel would happen.
And it wasn't just the chat.
In reality, Shin-hyeok and the Flame King were arguing over the duel themselves.
Viewers figured the duel would be postponed, seeing the Flame King's reluctance.
It made sense.
The Flame King had much to lose.
A player's honor.
More important than you'd think.
Even Beyond Heavens are human—they lose. Countless defeats to climb there, and even after, steady losses.
But to peers of equal talent.
Losing neck-to-neck to a rookie awakened less than half a year ago? Fatal.
Even if not at full health.
No real reason for the Flame King to accept unless massive upside.
Well, the world doesn't always roll that neatly.
"Scared or what?"
"...Get to the arena. Now."
Scared?
A universal trigger transcending age, gender, status—East or West, ancient or modern.
Even Gandhi's nonviolence only worked because no one said "scared?" to his face, or so the ancient Goguryeo watermelon scrolls claim.
Unable to withstand it like any adult, the Flame King accepted the duel.
The live chat exploded into chaos.