Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 316: The Sensitivity of Martial Artists
Baek Hwi-ryong’s reclusive master meta.
Yoo Yo-hyun’s ingredient-stealing and customer-recruiting meta.
Compared to the bold moves of their competitors, In Geumsu’s team had nothing to show for.
"The last team, In Geumsu's team, is rather unimpressive. They didn’t show any special meta, and all we saw was them desperately running away from the situation."
"That’s why they seem like the most ordinary team, don’t they?"
"Haha, it looks like Wagu Wagu, the secondary MC, has grown fond of team 313. But they still can’t escape the Guild Master’s strict evaluation!"
Ha Eung Eung stared hard at In Geumsu’s team.
The only remaining guests in their guesthouse were Baek So-cheon and Whisper.
The leaders of both sides, just two people!
Because of their immense martial prowess, the subordinates from both sides quickly evacuated to other guesthouses to avoid being involved.
The ingredient burden was the least!
However, the damage to the kitchen counters was the most severe, and all the dishes that were completed or near completion had long since been destroyed.
[In Geumsu, the team leader, had a different motive for participating compared to the other contestants.]
In Geumsu realized the truth.
Despite the chaos, Ha Eung Eung still harbored ill feelings towards him.
Starting at the furthest spot from the food displays in the preliminary round, and in the finals, where the strongest commanders clashed right in front of their booth—this was all because In Geumsu was on their team.
"Hmph. I worked so hard to make this."
"Chef, we’ve got a table here. Good thing I carried this as a shield! Hehe!"
"What good is it? The food outside we left standing was all knocked over by shockwaves and ended up on the floor."
The few dishes that were still intact were covered in dust and weren’t fit to be served on the table.
‘Damn. If it weren’t for me, these people could’ve done better than this!’
For the first time, the selfish In Geumsu thought from another person’s perspective.
"Ah, wait! I’ve got sealed food stored in the kitchen!"
At that moment, Jo Cheol-bong, who had carefully read the kitchen manual, pointed to the crushed counter in the corner of the kitchen.
When Do Gwang-gi broke the counter with his sword, two bowls of noodles sealed in containers appeared.
"There's no dust!"
"No soot either."
"Cheol-bong, you really did well!"
"Haha, I wasn’t planning on using it, but since I discovered the sealed container feature, I thought I’d try it out, and here we are."
Thanks to Jo Cheol-bong’s quick thinking, they were able to present the intact dishes.
"When Cheol-bong was reading the kitchen manual for 15 minutes, I thought about my son’s army stories. A soldier with attention-seeking behavior? A useless recruit? I thought it was something like that. Hehe!"
"......."
But still, it was just two bowls of noodles.
Two simple bowls of noodles on the table.
A very humble meal.
This would not be enough to compete for the win.
"That team’s done for."
"The winner will come from our two teams remaining."
Other teams snickered.
Ha Eung Eung suggested to Baek So-cheon and Whisper.
[You two haven’t eaten yet, right? Please try it and give us your evaluation.]
Baek So-cheon and Whisper sat at the table and quickly finished a bowl of noodles.
It didn’t even take them a minute to grab their chopsticks and slurp up the noodles—such was the speed of martial artists.
"Just okay."
"It’s edible."
Neither of them were martial artists.
Their evaluations were dull.
"Looks like that team is out."
"Two bowls of noodles is ridiculous. Hehe."
"Our team did well, stealing ingredients. Heh heh."
Laughter echoed from the other competitors, eliminated teams, and even the audience!
[They received good feedback.]
Ha Eung Eung’s response wasn’t meant to mock them, but it seemed like it was, and just as the high school participant was about to tear up, Baek So-cheon showed an unexpected reaction.
"Indeed. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a neat guesthouse."
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"???"
Why is this a compliment?Is he a fan of noodles?Did they pay him off?The Haenam faction has a lot of money, idiot.Baek Dae-hyeop wouldn’t give a compliment just like that.
Questions poured in from all directions!
Whisper took it a step further.
"This is the kind of dish that should be done properly."
"???"
"?????"
An overflow of questions.
Confusion spread among the competitors and the audience!
The confusion in the judge’s seats didn’t stop, and Um Gil-dong’s left leg spoke up.
"If you’re crazy about broadcasts, you’d understand. The sorrow of having to forcefully supply nutrients because of the useless body in this meaningless real world."
"Isn’t that just a pathetic guy obsessed with VTubing?"
"When you want to eat quickly and go lie down in your capsule, choosing the least burdensome food for your body."
Ignoring Ujiwoo’s remark, Um Gil-dong’s left leg continued with his evaluation.
"For those who focus on something and live recklessly, food is not a pleasure but a form of torture. Those who joined this competition should know this better than anyone."
The audience empathized.
"I can’t eat food for a while because of those crazy guys stuffing me with five servings."
"I don’t think I can eat Chinese food."
"I think the worst torture in the world is food torture. My stomach is painfully stretched!"
The audience’s struggle, comparing it to watching the event live, led to an outpouring of sympathy for Um Gil-dong’s left leg.
Baek Hwi-ryong and Yoo Yo-hyun felt the tension.
The atmosphere in the room changed.
Everyone began looking at In Geumsu’s team, who had been underestimated as the weakest team to be eliminated first in the top three finalists.
Ouch.
Zzz.
The reality that they were now seriously threatened for the win by just two bowls of noodles began to hit home.
[Everyone tends to overlook this, but the ones who are served by a Murim chef are usually high-ranking officials or Murim people.]
"Ah!!"
"Martial artists!!"
"They’re all people who fought with swords!!"
That’s right.
Ha Eung Eung hadn’t acted like a typical villain, withholding information.
He had been consistently giving indirect hints.
What kind of guests were coming.
What kind of guests they were.
"I have an objection!"
One of the eliminated teams raised an objection.
"Our team also served noodles, but we got disqualified!"
"Yeah! We made noodles because we thought the Black Path would win, but the White Path destroyed our guesthouse and mocked us!"
"Why did we get disqualified and they didn’t? Shouldn’t Baek So-cheon have beaten up all of the other guests?!"
Ujiwoo muttered.
"They’re already all broken."
"......."
It wasn’t even worth arguing!
Ignoring the harsh gazes from all sides, Ujiwoo nonchalantly brushed off their complaints while Ha Eung Eung pointed out the difference between them and team 313.
[Let’s look at it from the other side. If team 313 had faced fighters like you, do you think they would’ve only ended up with two bowls of noodles?]
"Well..."
[On the other hand, if you had been in team 313’s place, would you have stayed low and survived to at least serve two bowls of noodles?]
"We could do it!"
"Serving just two bowls of noodles is nothing!"
[No, it’s impossible.]
Ha Eung Eung declared firmly.
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[You are the team that lost even to much easier opponents.]
[In a guesthouse where even one person dies, the chances of any other Murim chefs surviving are slim.]
The Murim customs of the guesthouse.
If one dies, the rest must die too!
According to Ha Eung Eung’s philosophy, once there’s a death, the guesthouse is out of business, and all the staff are wiped out.
"If you were the eliminated teams, that might have been the case. But the teams that survived until the end, like ours, are different. We could even serve fish tank beef ribs."
"Then we’ll counter with a Chinese-style whole grilled barbecue with spices."
Yoo Yo-hyun and Baek Hwi-ryong stared at each other, shouting.
"Kung Pao chicken!"
"Spicy pig’s feet with seasoning."
"Raw fish and meat!"
"Pork shoulder steak with spices."
Confident in their ability to make dishes with enough cooking time and difficulty, Yoo Yo-hyun boasted.
Baek Hwi-ryong assured a rich banquet table by adding spices to a generous amount of meat.
Both were strong competitors, showing impressive determination!
[It’s a shame. If they hadn’t said that, maybe we would’ve considered it more. The winner has been decided.]
On Ha Eung Eung’s whiteboard, the two exchanged tense glances.
Had one of them made a mistake?
[Let’s revisit team 313’s situation.]
Ha Eung Eung shifted perspectives.
[Two martial arts masters called a truce after their battle. Reluctantly, they entered the guesthouse and sat at a table. What do you think they wanted to eat?]
"I think it’s some delicious delicacies."
"A large meal to fill their empty stomachs."
[Both are wrong.]
"The answer is food they can eat quickly and leave."
"!"
"!"
[You lacked the sensitivity of a martial artist.]
What does that even mean, you nerd?
As the two contestants’ faces grew full of dissatisfaction, Ha Eung Eung continued with his philosophy.
[For two exhausted fighters, eating and pretending to be fine in front of their rivals is far from comfortable.]
[It’s a desperate situation, forcing themselves to suppress trembling muscles and eat without showing pain.]
[In such a situation, they wouldn’t care about fine dining or large portions.]
Baek So-cheon nodded in agreement.
"You can’t fall for the trap of a banquet. Once the attack started, the banquet was already off the table."
Whisper added in his eerie voice.
"It’s not about the outcome, it’s about whether you can even stomach it. They ate the noodles because they had to, but if not, they would’ve destroyed the guesthouse in frustration."
Both Baek So-cheon and Whisper, having eaten the dishes themselves, agreed with Ha Eung Eung’s evaluation.
[The winning team of the final will be the team that understood the risks of being a Murim chef and showed the most Murim-like qualities: team 313, led by In Geumsu.]
"Me, winning?"
In Geumsu’s teammates rushed over to him, holding his hands and cheering.
In Geumsu muttered with a blank expression.
"Am I really sensitive enough as a martial artist?"
