Chapter 380
The first thing to examine when throwing darts is the grip.
The types, strengths, and weaknesses differ depending on how many fingers you use to hold the dart’s barrel.
The barrel is the part attached directly behind the needle-thin tip at the very front of the dart.
After finding the grip that suits you, you learn the proper stance.
Bend your arm at a 90-degree angle and aim at the target, draw your hand back, throw the dart, then lower your arm as it is.
Like any other sport, darts is a sport where you start with the standard stance and gradually adjust it to suit yourself.
However.
The moment Seojun prepared to throw his first dart, question marks appeared over everyone’s heads.
‘What kind of grip and stance is that?’
The very back end of a dart is called the flight.
It serves the same function as wings, or the sails of a ship. Seojun supported this part with his index finger, then swung his arm sideways, keeping it parallel to the ground like a baseball sidearm pitcher.
Whoosh!
The dart, which should have flown in a parabola, shot forward in a perfectly straight line at tremendous speed and buried itself deep in the dartboard.
The Dart Master later berated himself for not having sensed something strange at that moment.
- Is the host showing off his strength? lmao
- But is the host actually strong? Isn’t he a one-trick pony who only has technique?
- One thing’s for sure, he’s about to do something weird again
He should have sensed something strange right then and simply run away.
If he had made up an excuse and left before seeing the result, things might still have been all right.
Seojun swung his arm sideways like a sidearm streamer and launched the next dart, and it struck the first dart. It pierced it with perfect accuracy.
Whoosh!
It was just as fast and powerful, to the point that it somehow even gave the reassuring impression that the darts had been firmly bound together.
- No way???? LMAO
- The host’s revving up lmao
- This is the Tang Clan’s terrifying story
Without being shaken, Seojun threw the next dart.
His stance was exactly the same.
The third dart flew in a straight line and pierced the first dart.
The fourth and fifth darts did the same.
Four darts had embedded themselves in the first dart, spreading out like a flower.
The Dart Master swallowed hard.
A feat that would normally take at least ten attempts to accomplish once by sheer luck had just been performed four times in a row.
Had he launched the first dart with such force to support the weight of all this?
- Wow..... No, what is this?
- This is definitely much harder, right?
- LMAOOOO this is so the host
‘Is he planning to throw the remaining five as well?’
Seojun picked up the sixth dart, then checked his phone for a moment.
“What am I doing? Ah, I’m warming up. Warming up. Ah, no, wait.”
A mischievous glint appeared in Seojun’s eyes as he calmly gazed at the dartboard, and the corners of his eyes curved upward.
“The Tang Clan’s hidden weapons technique. I said I’d show it to you, didn’t I?”
Naturally, the sentence that came out of his mouth was—
- Here he goes with the bullshit again lmao
- But if this isn’t a hidden weapons technique, then what the hell is it? lmao
- At this point, even the Tang Clan’s patriarch would try to summon him lmao
- From today onward, the Tang Clan’s main weapon is darts!
- You crazy bastard, what the hell do you do as a warm-up? LMAO
Seojun read the chat and shook his head from side to side.
“No, there are people who complain even when I tell you about it. Hah. You people aren’t worthy of learning martial arts.”
He even looked at the camera with a sorrowful expression.
- LMAOOOOOO
- Hurry up and shoot the rest already
- Hmm, why were you guys fighting at lunchtime anyway? The host wins everything regardless.
Seojun regained his composure and fixed his gaze on the dartboard.
Then he launched the remaining five darts in rapid succession.
Whoosh!
Four of the five darts each embedded themselves in the secondary darts lodged in the first dart.
The final dart pierced the very center of the cluster of darts, which resembled a morning glory.
At that moment, an unexpected silence descended over the surroundings.
Seojun slowly began turning his head.
The Dart Master, who didn’t know how to react, and the other athletes, who had watched with interest but were now beginning to feel a serious sense of danger, were silent.
The host seemed unable to find the words and was simply standing there in a daze.
The packed audience had entered a temporary freeze, unsure when they were supposed to cheer.
In short, it was silence.
However, seeing that the fans’ eyes were still filled with amusement, Seojun clapped his hands in satisfaction and resumed the proceedings.
“Ah, I’m all warmed up now. I was nervous because I’d only played darts once or twice when I was younger, but I think I’ll be able to follow the master’s technique well. Now, then.”
He smiled at the host and gave him a signal.
“Let’s begin.”
At last.
Cheers erupted.
* * *
Unfortunately, the Dart Master forfeited with a hearty laugh.
He had no confidence that he could imitate the feat Seojun had shown.
As he left, he tossed out a lighthearted remark that made not only the audience but even Seojun laugh.
“Is this a bug?”
He probably hadn’t actually been making a joke. It seemed he had been genuinely flustered and speaking from the heart.
- LMAOOOOOOOOOO
- Looking at the host, it really does seem like the game bugged out lmao
- Why the hell does this guy stream? LMAOOOO Why????? LMAOOOOOOOO
“Ah! ‘Is this a bug?’ has made an appearance! That’s right. No matter how I look at it, this has to be a bug! Who on earth makes a flower like this with darts? Who?!”
The host approached the dartboard with the cameraman and continued the broadcast.
The darts became clearly visible on the large screen above the stage.
“Wow. They’re on the verge of falling because of their weight, but they were embedded so powerfully and so precisely that they haven’t fallen. Did you actually calculate even this, Seojun?”
“I’ll give no comment. However, I’d like to inform you that there is no such thing as coincidence in the Tang Clan’s hidden weapons technique—”
“Ah! That’s terrifying! Truly terrifying.”
- So this wasn’t a coincidence
- Does that mean he calculated even the center of gravity? LMAOOOOOO No way
- Let’s just say his physical ability is insanely good. If his brain is also insanely good, I’m seriously getting goosebumps lmao
“After perfectly defeating the first challenger, Seojun now welcomes the second challenger! Come on out!”
At the host’s introduction, the staff pulled the table-tennis table they had prepared onto the stage, and one of the professionals who had been watching from the back approached.
Her expression was resolute.
It felt like an attempt to reclaim the confidence that kept disappearing.
“The goddess of table tennis! Former national team member and Olympic gold medalist! She is currently continuing her broadcasting career by showcasing various artistic and dazzling table-tennis feats—the player Seo Miyeong!”
Cheers erupted, and messages began filling the chat.
Table tennis is one of the sports in which the ball receives the most spin.
It is also an entertaining sport to watch, as spectacular techniques constantly appear even in actual matches.
Seo Miyeong began demonstrating the techniques she had prepared.
She freely applied spin to the ball, showing off trajectories that seemed impossible to produce.
And then.
Seojun succeeded at every single one of them on his first try.
“Uh……. Have you ever learned table tennis before?”
“No.”
“No…….”
“It’s my first time today. The movement of the ball is certainly fascinating. It’s light, and it takes spin so well. Hmm, can this work too?”
The ball Seojun tried out of sheer mischief took on an enormous amount of spin and traced an absurd trajectory, prompting the audience to speak up.
They wanted Seo Miyeong to try doing the opposite.
“Show us! Show us! Show us! Show us!”
- LMAOOOOOOOO
- Why does this bastard keep bullying masters?
- We apologize to player Seo Miyeong, who has brought glory to our country.
- The host, who has done nothing but ruin Korea’s image, should apologize! LMAO
- Honestly, he’s raised Korea’s reputation as a gaming powerhouse to unprecedented heights, but he’s lowered the image of Koreans just as much
Ever since Seojun appeared in the history books, foreigners had developed an even stronger impression that Koreans were a race that sacrificed their personalities for exceptional skill.
That stereotype had existed before.
Koreans playing games with the sole aim of winning on foreign servers where everyone else was simply having fun had occasionally slaughtered ordinary players, after all.
Seojun had merely perfected that preconception.
Seo Miyeong eventually managed to reproduce the smash Seojun had demonstrated.
The atmosphere had carried things in that direction.
And she failed.
Three times.
- LMAOOOOOOOO
- The host’s apologetic expression is so damn insincere lmao
- Why is he testing all these masters? LMAOOOOOO
- No, LMAOOOOOOOO he really is terrifying
- We finally saw his true nature, and it was just as scary
“Good work.”
“Yes, yes……. Are you really sure you’ve never learned table tennis before……?”
“Yes. The smash is the only thing I can do right now, and I think I’d lose if we played an actual match. Would you like to try?”
“Ah, no.”
Seo Miyeong shook her head frantically in horror.
In her mind, the process of Seojun being slightly awkward when he first attempted the smash, then suddenly transforming into a master, had flashed by like a panorama.
She was certain that if they played, she would eventually see Seojun refuse to allow even a single point to be scored against him.
“Everyone! Two of the five challengers have already failed to defeat Seojun!”
Forty minutes had passed since the event began.
“The match just now was quite intense, and we still have time left, so let’s take a short break! Everyone, drink some water and—”
The host was about to tell them to go to the bathroom as well.
But Seojun cut him off midway, and what he said was outrageous.
“Go to the community and write some posts. Start a new vote, too.”
“Pardon? Ah? Oh…….”
The host nodded repeatedly in admiration.
So that was the level required to rise to such a position.
As expected, talent and instinct were important for a streamer.
“Very well, then! We’ll take a twenty-minute break starting now!”
At the host’s shout, Seojun and the remaining challengers went down from the stage.
Seojun’s waiting room was separate, so he comfortably drank some water and opened his phone.
“Hahaha.”
Seojun laughed as he looked at the voting results.
[Should we hold another Boxer vs. Host vote?]
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(Voting System)
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- Why are you doing this again? lmao You cruel bastard
- It was 9% earlier, but now it’s 1% lmao
- There’s really nothing to see here
└ Koreans are disrespecting the champion
└ Isn’t Baek Doyul a former champion?
└ Koreans seem to be somewhat lacking in common sense.
└ Aren’t you Korean?
└ Aren’t you that troll who kept taking their side during lunch earlier? LMAO Don’t tell me you’re also pretending to be Korean as part of your act?
└ LMAO It’s cute how he’s pretending to be someone else
- I was unable to contain my shock at the level of Koreans’ voting
└ Are you going to deliver democracy to us?
└ LMAOOOOOOOO
- All you Koreans, listen up. I like your host too, but when it comes to boxing—
└ Wall-of-text spammer, cut!
└ Is boxing harder than The League? Harder than Kael’s five-man ult?
└ Real-life martial artists be like: They approach a swordsman, then get stabbed
‘Hmm.’
Could it really be him?
There was such a thing as a distinctive translation style.
It was a way of speaking that arose because, rather than choosing a tone appropriate to the situation, people simply translated everything into the most basic and ordinary declarative form.
Naturally, some paid versions of translation tools could alter even such details, but most people didn’t bother using them because it was a hassle.
Anyway.
‘No way.’
Thinking of the countless role-players and bizarre impersonators who had appeared on his broadcasts so far, Seojun decided this was nothing compared to them.
He continued browsing the community and, without fail, confirmed that the same ID appeared whenever a post related to the Boxer came up.
And that ID was mercilessly mocked by Koreans every single time.
Seojun finished his break, thinking that this was a pitiful life seriously addicted to the pleasures of the internet.
And when he returned to the stage—
“Why is he angry?”
Seojun was bewildered when he saw an American huffing and fuming, trying to suppress his rage.