Chapter 129

[Magic Power Hair-Clipper]

[Rating: Normal

Attack Power: 1~1

Durability: 100/100

A hair-clipper that runs on magic power that is commonly found in Mulan's general store. Mainly used to shave someone's head.

Pressing a b.u.t.ton will consume the owner's magic power.

[2 magic power will be consumed per minute.]

-If the hair is cut incorrectly, there is a 100% probability of causing the 'eyes shaking' state which will stun the target. The stun effect will last for three seconds. The probability of stacking is reduced by 20% and the duration is fixed to one second (it doesn't work against those with too much or too little mental power).]

This was the information window of the Magic Power Hair-Clipper. It was a common item. It was readily available in the general store but Park Muyeol thought it could be a good weapon.

'There is a 100% chance to cause a stun effect that will last for three seconds…'

It was a better weapon than he thought. Of course, there was no attack power and it might be useless depending on the mental power of the target. However—

“A master should be a master of all weapons.”

The Magic Power Hair-Clipper in his hand cried out. The Group 2 trainees and instructors were pa.s.sing by under his ambush point. Park Muyeol nodded and roars burst out.

“Gazuaaaaa!”

“This fuuccckers!”

“It's all over!”

“…Die.”

HIs group jumped out with harsh curses. Park Muyeol followed and bewildered voices could be heard from Group 1.

“W-What? It's an ambus.h.!.+”

“Where?!”

“Behind you!”

By the time they noticed, the formation had already collapsed. There was the sound of wooden swords. .h.i.tting flesh and Park Muyeol was in the center.

“Uwaaaach! M-My hair!”

Park Muyeol held the wooden sword in one hand and pushed the clipper at Group 1's trainees. The mental shock was quite severe. He saw the following messages.

[You have mistakenly shaved off part of the person's hair.]

[The 'eyes shaking' state is triggered!]

[For three seconds, the target looks like his country has been lost.]

“Ohhhh! How can this happen?!”

As the person touched their hair, Park Muyeol hit him with the wooden sword. He left behind the man who had become a mess in a moment and headed to the next person's head. This time, it wasn't the side of the head but the back. His wooden sword blocked an attack while he thrust the sharp hair-clipper forward.

[You have mistakenly shaved off part of the person's hair.]

 [The 'eyes shaking' state is triggered!]

[The target's sense of reason has collapsed for 3 seconds.]

[Shaving off too much hair will stop the Magic Power Hair-Clipper for one second.]

'Oh my, I shaved a lot this time.'

Park Muyeol inexplicably felt sorry. He had gone overboard and the Magic Power Hair-Clipper briefly stopped. It seemed it would be temporarily jammed if he shaved too much. Well, the effect was good.

“Aaaaack! C-Crazy! Is this old man crazy right now?”

“Shut up, this guy!”

All the trainees of Group 1 dropped out and all that was left was the instructor, 'Dutch.' Park Muyeol walked forward with the Magic Power Hair-Clipper still activated in his hand.

“I-I surrender! I will surrender! Don't touch my head!”

Dutch took off the headband and handed it over. Park Muyeol spoke with satisfaction, “I have good luck.”

Just then, shouts were heard.

“Attack!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

A new group appeared behind Instructor Dutch. They were the trainees of Group 3. They seemed to have heard the disturbance and found this place. Park Muyeol saw the new group and smiled as he asked his own group, “Are you guys tired?”

“No!”

“We can do it!”

“We're just getting started! Huhuhu!”

“….I can do it.”

Their eyes were still burning and they hadn't cooled down. Park Muyeol declared, “Let's go, rotten guys.”

All the groups, including their group, rushed at each other. The sounds of wooden swords striking each other shook the forest. It was Park Muyeol's hair-clipper that jumped out in the middle.

“Aaaack! This is crazy!”

“What is it this time? s.h.i.+t!”

“This crazy old man!”

[You have mistakenly shaved off part of the person's hair.]

[You have mistakenly shaved off part of the person's hair.]

[You have mistakenly shaved off part of the person's hair.]

…

[You have mistakenly shaved off the hair of more than 10 people.]

[The t.i.tle 'Merciless Barber' has been acquired.]

[The bald people on the continent will love your rhythmical movements.]

[Hair loss patients on the continent will be fond of you.]

[A constellation in the sky hates your aesthetic sense.]

At the gorgeous feast of wooden sword clashes, the power of the hair-clipper was clearly revealed. However, it didn't work for everyone.

[The target has a strong mental strength.]

[The 'eyes shaking' state isn't triggered.]

“This doesn't work on me!”

“Hoh? You're pretty mentally strong.”

Despite a highway being formed from the front to the back of the head, the trainee in front of him didn't blink. Park Muyeol looked like it was unexpected but that was it.

“Then take this.”

His wooden sword cut through the wind. Relentless attacks struck between the falling leaves and hair. Up, down, left, right. In the end, the other person couldn't hold on and became a mess.

“This is… unbelievable.”

The man knelt down. Park Muyeol pushed the fainted man and moved again. After a while, he was able to retrieve another headband.

'I took three headbands in total.'

The headbands that had been taken so far were from Group 1, Group 3, and Group 6. Park Muyeol deliberately avoided the groups with bald instructors and showed the majesty of the Magic Power Hair-Clipper.

'They don't have hair to shave.'

Moreover, they had some pretty strong trainees. They would probably fight each other and be destroyed. Park Muyeol wanted to aim for when they were exhausted.

“Haeba.”

“Yes, Chairman-nim.”

“How many minutes are left?”

“We have 10 minutes left.”

“We must go to the top.”

He led the group to the top of the mountain. He had been here often so he easily arrived because he took a shortcut. Two groups had already arrived and were fighting. No, looking closely, there were three.

“T-Too strong.”

“I can't believe he's a trainee.”

The confrontation was currently between Group 4, which contained his grandson, and Groups 5 and 8 who had Momori and Tarmo as instructors. It seemed the bald people were holding hands. Nevertheless, they couldn't beat Group 4. There already weren't many trainees of Group 5 and 7 left. Seongchan was overwhelming them with skills that were superior to the instructors. Haeba smiled at the sight. “You must find it rewarding to teach him.”

“He is a sponge-like talent. It's scary.”

Their group gulped at the sight.

“Old man, can we beat your grandson?”

“It is impossible with your strength.”

“Isn't this too much?”

He told them, “d.a.m.n guys, do you want to be shaved?”

“Cough. Sorry.”

“I'll take care of my grandson. The rest of you, attack the instructor and take away his headband. As I previously mentioned, those who fall will have their heads shaved.”

The moment the Magic Power Hair-Clipper made a noise, they rushed in. They were aiming at the back of Group 4.

“Haaayaahh!”

“Give me your headband!”

“Knock them all down!”

Keyas, instructor of Group 4, looked perplexed by the ambush. Park Muyeol's group broke through the siege at a rapid pace. Park Muyeol ran wildly in front of him while waving the Magic Power Hair-Clipper while the trainees of Group 7 quickly subdued them through a joint attack. Park Muyeol was around five meters away from the instructor when someone blocked his way.

“Grandfather, wasn't that too cheap?”

“It can't be helped. You are too strong.”

“What is in your hand?”

“A hair-clipper.”

“Why are you holding that?”

“You'll find out soon.”

The first one to attack was Park Muyeol. His sword stabbed sharply. The two people exchanged blows for a while. The Magic Power Hair-Clipperin his left hand moved at the same time. The shocked Park Seongchan moved his head back at the same time. A thin portion of his grandson's bangs flew away. Park Seongchan laughed. “No, you were holding it to do that?”

“It works better than I thought but as I expected, it doesn't work on my grandson. Kuhahaha!”

Park Muyeol was filled with admiration and exhilaration as he raised his head with a serious expression.

“I'm sorry, I'll take it seriously. Let's see how much you've improved after a long time?”

Park Muyeol placed the Magic Power Hair-Clipper in his inventory and held his wooden sword with both hands. A cold wind blew between the two. The next moment, they disappeared at the same time. The grandfather and grandson faced each other with wooden swords.

They continued the spar without caring about their surroundings. The only thing that could be heard was the sounds of wood colliding. It was a clash of masters seeking a gap to exploit before using it to attack again and again. The trainees around them forgot about the battle and were immersed in their swordsmans.h.i.+p.

“Wow, s.h.i.+t. Really cool.”

“The grandfather was that powerful? d.a.m.n, I'll stay in Group 7.”

“However, the opponent isn't losing as well. It's amazing.”

“This is a showdown that you can't pay to watch.”

The confrontation lasted almost three minutes. The two men consumed each other's physical strength and gasped while the instructors had admiring looks. In particular, Momori and Tarmo had the brightest eyes.

“Tarmo, did you see the way he previously used the hair-clipper?”

“Uh, so cool. I didn't expect him to shave hair so well.”

“It was my very own hair-clipper that was taken away from me, but I didn't know it could be used like that.”

“I agree. He is actually using the Magic Power Hair-Clipper as a weapon. In fact, I was angry when I lost at first but now I feel respect when I see the hair flying around.”

[Mulan's instructor, NPC Tarmo, likes you.]

[Mulan's instructor, NPC Momori, likes you.]

'This is nonsense.'

Park Muyeol opened the distance with his grandson and stopped. There was a great deal of tension between the two of them.

[Mulan's instructor, NPC Dutch, admires your skills.]

[Mulan's instructor, NPC Keyas, acknowledges you as an instructor.]

[The director of Mulan's training camp, Kunta, has good feelings toward the two people.]

[The vice-director of Mulan's training camp, NPC Rakan, is amazed by the two people.]

'I'll be in trouble if I fight more.'

There was only around one minute left. Park Muyeol s.h.i.+fted his gaze and found the dazed Keyas. Finally, he saw Haeba around him.

“Haeba!”

Many words weren't necessary. They spent so much time together so it wasn't necessary to speak. Haeba nodded in understanding and quickly stripped off Keyas' headband. At the same time, the whistle sounded and the game was over. Kunta's voice echoed through the mountains, “Group 7 has won this tradition!”

“Waaahhhhhhhh!”

Everyone screamed loudly enough that it was like the mountain they were on would move to escape the noise. The one who shouted the loudest was Haeba. He roared at the top of his lungs, as if all his sorrows had exploded at once, “My hair is very precious!!”

Park Muyeol hadn't expected him to still care about this.