EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school-Chapter 1066: Night Outpost (9)

“That’s the best of the best Baekho!”

“Why are there two of them!”

Those who recognized Baekho were shocked.

Hwangho was also surprised.

Even to Hwangho, who had been his close friend for a long time, both Baekhos looked real.

If he hadn’t known about Jo Ui-shin’s Gwangrim, he would have thought that Baekho had split into two.

‘One of the two is Jo Ui-shin!’

When he realized that his benefactor had come to this place after his close friends, he was overcome with various emotions.

Although Jo Ui-shin felt a great sense of relief from his belief in the number of two, he was also anxious that his own safety would not be included in that number.

“One of them must be fake! Don’t be agitated and calmly find the real one... ... .”

“Do you really think so?”

The two Baekhos opened their mouths at the same time.

The two voices resonated at the same speed as if they were one person.

After hearing that sound, the one who had been insisting that one of them was fake shut his mouth.

Since their breathing was in sync as if they were sharing each other’s minds, it was impossible for the fake to adjust to the real one.

In reality, it was the real Baekho who adjusted, and they were sharing their minds through Gaho.

Sreung.

The two Baekhos simultaneously called Baek-ah of Paunchamroe.

Baekho’s Gwangrim was to summon weapons, and anyone could see that both Baek-ahs were real.

When Baek-ah was summoned in front of their eyes, the voices of doubt completely died down.

Those who seemed to have lost their minds to the two Baekhos shouted urgently upon seeing the light Baek-ah emitted.

“Hurry up and deploy your shields, skills, no, even items!”

Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed.

The moment the light entered their eyes, shock washed over their entire bodies before those who encountered it could realize what the light meant.

Kwaaaaah!

The power wave was sucked in to maintain the defensive skill that could withstand heavy sword strikes.

In the midst of the shock, they realized belatedly that the two white tigers had simultaneously swung their white tigers.

It was a thoughtless movement, but it destroyed numerous defensive items and left deep sword marks in the underground hall.

The one leading the front avoided being cut in half, but his robe’s durability was depleted and torn, revealing his face.

He glared at the white tiger with narrow pupils.

“It’s more strange that I haven’t achieved anything in thousands of years.”

The two white tigers simultaneously spoke in an ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) arrogant tone, mocking each other.

Upon hearing those words, the robed ones were convinced.

It was clear that the terribly strong and arrogant Baekho had reached a new level.

No one could have imagined that the arrogant Baekho would give his true name as protection and allow someone to take his form.

So they concluded that Baekho had succeeded in creating a clone of himself on the same level as himself.

If it was a new level that Baekho, the best martial artist of the Ho clan, had achieved, it would be convincing.

Of course, Hwangho did not have such a level, and he knew that Baekho was just reading Jo Ui-shin’s mind and joining in on the farce.

“Baekho was not included in the number this time. How could a beast of a god come all the way here!”

“Baekho used the power of the heavenly god. If Baekho could use that much power, the heavenly god would allow it.”

“Even so, he’s still a tiger!”

One of the robed men shouted in a spirited manner.

He threw away the robe that had been torn to pieces by the White Tiger’s blow, and a pair of iron armor with a crane’s feathers appeared.

In addition, several others, starting with him, took out modified bayonets.

The blade attached to the matchlock gun was not a typical dagger, but rather a short spear that was inserted under the tiger-catching pit.

Up until now, they had been trying to catch the White Tiger with a distance, a crossbow, or a net.

However, the authors were now dressed for close combat.

It seemed as if they were preparing for the case where the White Tiger, Red Tiger, or Blue Tiger had penetrated the tiger-hunting traps and weapons and approached.

‘It’s an upgraded version of the tiger-hunting weapons and armor used by the Chakho Gapsa. However... ... .’

Instead of supporting the White Tiger, the White Tiger ran toward the water tank.

Around the water tank, Gong Cheong-hwan and Jeok-ho were still fighting.

Those who had just taken off their robes did not pay attention to Hwang-ho, who was moving away from them.

The one who figured out the situation was Jin-jok with long pupils.

“Stop it! Baek-ho... ...!”

Taang! Bang! Bang!

As soon as the matchlock gun fired, they charged without hesitation.

The tiger clan could not block the bullets that the hunters who had hunted countless tigers used.

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The only way was to dodge or use other strength to block them, but the arrogant tiger raised his sword without even thinking about dodge.

Even if the tiger clan’s best warriors were divided into two, there was no way that a body pierced by a bullet would be healed.

As they had trained, they quickly cut off the windpipe and incapacitated him by slashing his unhealthy body with the spear of Jeong-chang.

However, just before the bullet landed, something strange happened.

Crunch.

The white tiger's sword split the bullets.

An explosion occurred from the split bullets, but before they completely exploded, the white tiger swung his sword once and they scattered into dust and smoke.

When all the fired bullets scattered in the same shape, the people who were charging stopped.

They could not believe what was happening before their eyes.

They quickly checked the matchlock gun again, but the king's seal praising the achievements of the Chakho Gapsa was still engraved on the barrel.

The thin-skinned Jin clan shouted.

"Foolish things, white tigers are no match for tiger-catching tricks! Aim for yellow tigers or red tigers!"

As the author said, white tigers were not affected by tiger-hunting weapons, and even tiger-defense equipment could not stop their swords.

There have been many great and exceptionally talented clans over the thousands of years, but there was a reason why Baekho was considered the best martial artist without wavering even after becoming a benefactor of the divine realm.

The strong Hwangho who used his intellect to his clones.

The Jeokho who passed the three-and-seven-day ordeal and achieved brilliant feats.

The genius Cheongho of Taeho Fist who trained numerous disciples.

The reason why no one has ever disagreed with the fact that Baekho was the best martial artist since the era when myths were written was because he possessed powers that transcended common sense.

Just as you can’t put out a huge fire with a cup of water, even if they were opposing forces, there was power that could overcome them.

Baekho’s temperament and talent as a martial artist could not be helped by a tiger-hunting weapon.

“Do you think I’ll just leave you alone?”

Baekho’s cold voice was heard.

The agitation of those who had changed from being the hunter to being the hunted was conveyed.

Now they had to deal with two Hojok who were impervious to tiger hunting weapons.

The Jinjok with the thin pupils looked at the two Baekho and suddenly realized something and shouted.

“Only one of the two Baekhos has the True Name! Aim for that one first!”

Those who heard his words tense up their nerves and looked at their opponents.

Only then could they sense what they had been unable to sense because they were intimidated by the Baekho’s martial arts.

Of the two Baekhos, only one had the True Name’s energy.

The Baekho had always had a cold expression, but upon hearing those words, the one with the True Name snickered.

The chairman’s office of Eunhwigwan.

After the Cheongho who had been Han turned into dirt, even the dirt disappeared without a trace.

Dokgo Mi-ro sat down in front of Han’s clothes and belongings that were left there.

The few tears that fell quickly stopped, but he couldn’t get up from his seat.

Meanwhile, Yong Je-geon didn’t even think about wiping Dokgo Mi-ro’s tears or soothing them, but was crouching down next to her and openly observing her.

“Go away.”

It wasn’t something he would say to his burden, but Dokgo Mi-ro didn’t want to see that dragon right now.

However, Yong Je-geon’s personality wasn’t upright enough to back down just because he heard those words.

“Why? As a burden, I want to share my disciple’s pain.”

Dokgo Mi-ro glared at Yong Je-geon, dumbfounded.

Yong Je-geon narrowed his eyes and laughed as he met her gaze head-on.

What he was saying wasn’t something to laugh about.

“I’ve been to many funerals. I’m used to seeing off close friends.”

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When he heard those words, Dokgo Mi-ro felt a different feeling instead of being upset.

Yong Je-geon, who had lived for many years, must have experienced all sorts of things, and perhaps had already sent off a friend who had died young.

Strictly speaking, Han-i was not dead, but seeing her disappear right before his eyes was impossible for him to immediately accept.

If Yong Je-geon had experience sending off someone, he might be able to give him some advice.

Dokgo Mi-ro asked cautiously.

“Many times? Have you sent off your friends many times?”

“I only have one close friend.”

Yong Je-geon spoke as if he was bragging about having one friend.

The somewhat subdued anger rose up again at Yong Je-geon’s words.

Thinking back on his words, Yong Je-geon had said that he had held many funerals and was used to sending off friends, but he had never said that they were all friends’ funerals.

Dokgo Mi-ro felt fooled by the wordplay and spoke sarcastically.

“I’m used to sending off friends, but one? You speak as if you’ve only held fake funerals.”

“There was a real funeral once.”

The light seemed to disappear from Yongjegeon’s shining eyes for a moment.

Dokgo Mi-ro felt the weight of those words belatedly.

You only have one friend, and there is only one real funeral.

Then that one friend is now... ... .

While Dokgo Mi-ro was imagining the worst, Yongjegeon continued speaking with a sly smile as if he had never seen a dead person before.

“By the way, my close friend is alive and well. He must be busy working right now.”

“Oh, really!”

Dokgo Mi-ro, who had been sitting down, got up in anger.

The Morning Star that had been transformed into a card was re-materialized and was in Dokgo Mi-ro’s hand. If he had judged that he had a chance of winning, he might have swung it at that dragon.

Dokgo Mi-ro barely suppressed his fighting instincts, knowing that swinging it around would only increase the fun of the dragon in the play world.

“I didn’t lie.”

“It’s okay, so stop it.”

Dokgo Mi-ro thought that Yong Je-geon was lying or joking, but it was all true.

Yong Je-geon held a funeral every time he lost Kim Shin-rok’s former identity, and he even experienced a real funeral during the replay.

However, Dokgo Mi-ro had no way of knowing this.

When Dokgo Mi-ro got up, Yong Je-geon Lee followed him and said.

“If Eun-in, Eui-shin, hadn’t been here, I would have had to send my best friend away at the funeral.”

“... ... !”

It didn’t seem like Yong Je-geon was just talking nonsense without thinking.

Yong Je-geon seemed to be considering the possibility that Dokgo Mi-ro would hurt Jo Ui-shin due to his sadness over sending Han-i away.

Considering the nature of the playful Yong, it was obvious that Dokgo Mi-ro would find it amusing if he sincerely held Jo Ui-shin responsible, but Yong Je-geon seemed to think that it would be more fun if Dokgo Mi-ro made a different choice.

“I don’t plan on saying anything to Eui-shin.”

“Really?”

Instead of answering, Dokgo Mi-ro turned his head away.

The fact that Jo Ui-shin didn’t show up in person at such an important event must have been for something more important.

Jo Ui-shin must be fighting for someone right now.

Dokgo Miro looked at Hwangho's clone, who was still motionless.