Gatewalker: Remnant of the Tang Clan Chapter 19: Chapter 18 - Against Demons and Heirs

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The arena roared with conversations and bets as all the platforms were removed and replaced with one larger platform. High above in a private terrace Wu Jin, Tang Yeol, and Wu Cheng sat, sipping their tea. So-Yeon, Baek Mu-Seon, Shaolins head monk, and Namgung Gyeom, The Sword Saint entered and sat with them. Gyeom spoke first. "So, looks like you have a real shot at winning." He nudged Wu Cheng. Cheng smiled. "Buddha has blessed Silent Edge, without a doubt." "Amitabha." Mu-Seon nodded. "All the sects here took a major hit in their pride. Yet our alliance leader didn't bat an eye." Yeol grunted. "He doesn't budge even if he wins... that's what makes him dangerous." "There is a coldness to him, strategy... without soul." Cheng sighed. "I wonder if monsters knocked on Chengdu's gate... would he rally Murim, or open the gates for them." Wu Jin sat his cup down. "We should be mindful of speaking so openly about him here." Wu Jin looked at everyone. "We will have a feast at Silent Edge after the tournament, regardless of the outcome. We can speak more there." "Tactful...if not clever." Gyeom replied. Mu-Seon looked crossed at So-Yeon. "Miss patriarch, why didn't the Tang clan partake in the festivites?" So-Yeon looked up tracing the top of her cup with her finger. "Because while Murim is busy measuring themselves, my people are fighting back the monsters." She paused and looked out the window. "The Black Pines are growing dangerous again, monsters roam freely. I've dispatched three scout teams already to search for a possible gate." She looked back and slammed her fist on the table. "Let the Alliance play games and posture. I will not. Monsters dont ask who won the last tournament, and death does not avoid first place either." She stood. "Ill be at your banquet, if you wish to discuss this further, as warriors... not politicians." So-Yeon stormed off. Cheng looked around at everyone who remained. "As fun as this was, seems they are ready down there. Shall we?" The men nodded and headed back down to the arena. — Across the arena, Namgung Hyeon stood on his platform once again. His qi reached his throat as he projected his voice. "Let the quarter finals begin." He sat down and turned to Jaegal Li. "Ryul of Wudang is competent, but he stands no chance against my nephew... seems Namgung will win again this year." Jaegal Li who's eyes were fixed on Silent Edge. "It's a high possibility sir, but i wouldn't count them out just yet." He pointed. "There's more to them than we think." Hyeon chuckled. "Well then, let's see how this Blue boy fares against the second young master of the demon cult, shall we?" — Blue and Yong Gyeol stared at each other with anticipation. Blue’s smile turned to an evil smirk, as he thought of retribution, redemption, and revenge for the humiliation he was dealt at the Alliance tryouts by the same person he faces now. Neither bowed, neither acknowledged the official, both had drowned out the crowd and the yells from their masters. The referee’s hand dropped. “Begin!” Gyeol surged forward, his twin daggers flickered with crimson qi. Blue didn’t retreat... he slid sideways, Edge of Dusk already prepared. He stepped in, blade arcing toward Gyeol’s ribs. The dagger scraped it aside, barely. Blue twisted his torso mid-step, spinning on his heel... a follow-up slash carved across Gyeol’s forearm. Blood sprayed. The crowd gasped. Gyeol hissed. “Lucky cut.” “No such thing,” Blue said as he smiled. They clashed again. Gyeol ducked low, daggers in a whirlwind of rapid, brutal strikes. Blue pivoted, sidestepped, parried high, deflected low. A dagger grazed his ribs. Blue winced and then struck back, his sword tore across Gyeol’s jawline, cutting deep enough to leave a scar. This wasn’t the same Blue that Gyeol humiliated at tryouts. They broke apart, both bleeding. Both breathing hard. “You shouldn’t be here,” Gyeol spat. Blue shrugged his shoulders. “I was supposed to be dead, too. Guess we’re both disappointed.” The next