Hwangbo Chiseung, lived a rough life and relied only on his two fists.
Because of his two strong fists, he has been able to protect many people so far.
Although he sold himself for money and became Heavenly Silver Marketplace’s dog, he was still grateful because he was able to feed his own people. Unfortunately, even though he swore his loyalty, he was immediately abandoned the moment he lost one of his arms.
Hwangbo Chiseung’s heart was filled with despair.
Hwangbo Chiseung’s eyes looking up at Pyo-wol were empty.
It was the eyes of a person who had lost everything.
He knew that Pyo-wol was in front of him, but Hwangbo Chiseung was so in despair that he did not recognize him.
All he had left was his severed left arm.
Hwangbo Chiseung carefully picked up his severed left arm.
His situation finally sinked in.
His life as a warrior is over.
The rain kept hitting his head and shoulders. Blood flowed from the shoulder cut’s cross section, letting it mixed with the rainwater running down his body.
He thought it’d be better for him to die like this.
If the Three Fists of the Heavenly King had been completed, would everything be different? Would he have pursued martial arts rather than money?
There was a belated wave of regret.
Hwangbo Chiseung closed his eyes and sobbed.
The rain fortunately hid his tears.
Pyo-wol looked at Hwangbo Chiseung without saying a word.
He could understand the despair Hwangbo Chiseung felt. But it was up to Hwangbo Chiseung to overcome the despair he was experiencing now.
Will he let himself continue to collapse like this, or will he rise?
Pyo-wol was curious about Hwangbo Chiseung’s choice. So he continued to watch him.
When the rain stopped, Hwangbo Chiseung stood up and raised his severed arm.
Hwangbo Chiseung suddenly looked at Pyo-wol. It was only then that he realized that Pyo-wol had been standing in front of him until now.
Everyone had already left the place. Pyo-wol, who was looking down at him, was the only one left.
“What is it? Do you want to laugh at me until the end? Do whatever you want. As you can see, I’ve become a fool with no arms.”
“Losing an arm is not a big deal. Being disheartened is.”
“What do you know? Do you even know the despair I feel?”
“Do I have to understand you?”
Pyo-wol didn’t understand.
Why does Hwangbo Chiseung want others to understand his true feelings?
It was his responsibility to get through the despair he was experiencing. Although he can achieve something to a certain degree with the help of others, he cannot completely overcome it through his own will.
Pyo-wol has never wanted others to know or understand his despair.
He struggled to find a way out, and raced with all his might to escape. Because Pyo-wol had already overcome his own adversity and got to where he is today, he found it funny looking at Hwangbo Chiseung, who looked like he had lost all the world to this level of despair.
Pyo-wol turned around and said,
“Losing one arm doesn’t mean that you’ve lost all of your martial arts. But you’ve got the eyes of someone who lost the whole world.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“Learn from scratch.”
“………….”
“Focus the flow of your internal qi along the meridians of your remaining arms, instead of both arms. Then execute your martial arts that you used to do with your two arms with only one arm.”
“Is that possible?”
“Are you going to give up if it’s impossible? If you can’t handle that much, then you can live like that for the rest of your life.”
Pyo-wol walked away without any hesitation.
It was not as if he felt something special about Hwangbo Chiseung that would make him want to stay. Pyo-wol just wanted to see if Hwangbo Chiseung could get over his despair.
But it turns out, Hwangbo Chiseung only amounts to that much.
Spending any more time here would only be a waste of time.
That was then.
Thud!
Something suddenly flew and fell in front of Pyo-wol.
It was the arm that lost its owner.
Hwangbo Chiseung had thrown out his severed arm.
When Pyo-wol turned around, he could see Hwangbo Chiseung kneeling down.
“Help me.”
“…………”
“You said that there was a way, didn’t you?”
Hwangbo Chiseung looked at Pyo-wol with fearful eyes. The emptiness that had been in his eyes a while ago had already disappeared.
He was so desperate that he wanted to grab even a single strand of hope.
Above all, he felt that Pyo-wol was different from ordinary people. It wasn’t just because Pyo-wol remained until the end and looked at him.
The moment he saw Pyo-wol’s still eyes, Hwangbo Chiseung could instinctively feel it.
He had the eyes of someone who had climbed up from the bottom of despair which was worse than his.
He doesn’t know what despair is worse than his own, but he thought that if Pyo-wol had endured such a hellish time, he would be able to present a new path to himself.
“Why should I help you? What do I gain from it?”
“I will offer my allegiance.”
“I do not need it.”
“Then I’ll give you my life. If you can help me recover my martial arts, even if you take my life, I will accept it.”
Hwangbo Chiseung was sincere.
He realized that he didn’t need pride anymore because he was completely abandoned by the world. What he needed was a strand of hope that could lift him from the bottom of despair.
If he could only hold the hope, he would even use his own soul as a mortgage.
For the first time, a look of interest flashed in Pyo-wol’s eyes.
This is because Hwangbo Chiseung’s face reminded him of a face he had long-forgotten.
So Yeowol.
A girl who was trapped in the underground cave with him.
So Yeowol, who used her feminine charm to treat many men as if they were her hands and feet, were similar to Hwangbo Chiseung.
If there was one difference, it was that So Yeowol overcame her challenges with her own strength, while Hwang Bo-chi-seung had asked him for help.
Pyo-wol looked at Hwangbo Chiseung. The latter didn’t even properly stop the bleeding, so blood continued to flow from his wound.
Hwangbo Chiseung’s condition was so bad that it would not be strange if he stopped breathing at any moment due to his pale complexion.
Still, he longed for Pyo-wol.
Maybe he can open up a new path for him to go.
He suddenly became curious.
How far can he go if that man opens the way?
“Follow me.”
Pyo-wol walked forward.
Hwangbo Chiseung followed suit.
He didn’t even look at the arm he had been holding dearly until recently.
His arms were nothing more than a legacy of the past.
As long as he couldn’t attach his arms back, he shouldn’t have any lingering feelings. That was why he gave up his arm.
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