Gwanjongcheonma’s Game Broadcast

“Cheonma! Cheonma! Cheonma!” The sky itself seemed to tremble with the roar. The man standing at the center of the martial arts world—Cheon Haerang, the one hailed as the Heavenly Demon—stood tall upon the platform, his robes fluttering in the wind. “Cheonma! Cheonma!” “The greatest in all the land!” “Please, call my name, Cheonma!” Their cries thundered from every direction, shaking the earth. Haerang’s lips curved faintly. ‘Yes… louder.’ His eyes glittered, drunk on the adoration. ‘More… praise me more!’ Every shout, every cheer made his pulse race. The admiration of the masses was like air—something he could no longer live without. The stronger he became, the greater the awe t...