The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 22: The Great Pride of the Continent!

Trouble always followed right after I opened my mouth.

The community, obviously, blew up too.

[ Posted by: SaintessFootTowel ]

[ Title: “He said if you beat him in a fight, you can have it” ]

[ Content: He actually said this ;; ]

ㄴ Wow lolol I didn’t think he’d actually say it like that

ㄴ Wonder how the Chinese are gonna react

ㄴ Basically means this bastard can never visit China again lmao

[ Posted by: anon ]

[ Title: But like... what if they do show up to fight? ]

[ Content: What if they swallow their pride and actually come for a match? ]

ㄴ What do you mean what if? He’s gonna get his ass beat lol

ㄴ Still, matchups matter. I doubt they’d just get stomped

ㄴ Yeah, they’ve got weird Hunters who can reflect attacks and shit

Naturally, the media had a field day with it too.

People were getting antsy about how this might affect international relations.

[ Korean Hunter’s aggressive statement — rising fears of Korea-China diplomatic tension? ]

[ “If you’re confident, win — if you win, you get everything” — could a Korean Hunter’s provocation spark a diplomatic incident? ]

Especially the articles from China—they were absolutely seething.

[ Korea steals from the great Chinese legacy, now even dares to provoke us? Chinese netizens enraged ]

‘Man, I wish they’d really pick a fight for once.’

Then I could swing my sword in the open.

In the international community, justification is everything.

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Fuck’s sake!! That’s not how you do diplomacy!!!

And while the world was busy freaking out,

I was casually streaming a game.

A two-player co-op game—no reflexes needed, just some brainpower and a bit of luck.

“Hero... you’re not supposed to go that way...”

“This isn’t it?”

Sorry.

I’m not the brightest bulb when it comes to brains.

I’ve always believed that if your body’s good enough, you never have to overwork your head.

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Bro you’re fucked, check the news RIGHT NOW

“?”

A loud notification went off—only triggered by donations over 100k.

The chat was spamming about news too.

I checked the portal site and saw a massive live stream banner at the top.

Title: China's official statement regarding the Korean Hunter's comments.

“...What the hell is this?”

I clicked the video—some high-ranking Chinese official stood at a podium, giving a formal statement.

“Recently, a Korean Hunter made a unilateral provocation against us.

At first, we considered it a careless statement made in ignorance,

not worth responding to.”

Subtitles were rolling across the bottom in real-time, with a viewer chat next to the video.

“We understand that young hotheads from small nations may struggle to grasp the order of the world,

and we regard this childish bravado with pity.”

The man paused and slowly looked around at the reporters before continuing.

“What are these assholes actually trying to say?”

“However, to reclaim the dignity of the Chinese people degraded by this small nation,

we have decided to accept the Korean Hunter’s proposal.”

I calmly watched the entire conference.

Polished speech, calm expression, the classic smug “we’re the bigger country” attitude.

Especially that part where the guy says, “Words once spoken cannot be taken back...”

But the only thing that actually mattered was this:

“So basically, they want my artifact too, huh?”

A smirk slipped out.

Knew it.

Pride, honor, history, national spirit—

they threw around a bunch of lofty crap, but at the core, it was simple.

They wanted it.

And they were coming to try and take it all.

“Nice. I needed to blow off some steam.”

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Dude isn’t this bad?? They’re gonna come gunning for you

Let them grit their teeth all they want.

Not like I’m gonna blink.

I’d heard there was a Hunter in China who specialized in redirecting or nullifying attacks.

If I had to bet, they’d send that one.

If they had any brains at all, they’d know a direct head-on fight isn’t in their favor.

****

What makes an S-rank Hunter “strong”?

It’s their overwhelming mana compared to A-ranks, their versatility,

and the number of Gates they’ve successfully cleared.

But that doesn’t mean all S-ranks are equally powerful.

Even in the Baekdu Gate case,

there are probably S-rank teams out there who could clear it.

But it’s just not worth the effort—and the reward doesn’t justify the risk.

You only get one life.

‘So I guess there are those who think it’s worth it based on matchups alone.’

“Hero, the duel’s gonna be held at the Seoul Olympic Stadium.”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

After the press conference,

the Association Chairman and some top government officials came to our house.

They bombarded me with “why would you provoke them?” and “what are you planning to do?”

My answer was simple.

Win.

So decisively they wouldn’t even be able to look me in the eyes next time.

And I made sure to blow it up on purpose.

For safety reasons, the public couldn’t attend,

but the match would be broadcast globally to every nation.

When we arrived at Seoul Olympic Stadium,

a massive crowd was waiting outside, unable to enter.

“Hunter! Your opponent is one of China’s top elites—do you really think you can win?”

“China says the outcome is already decided. How do you respond?”

“Some say this has gone beyond a personal grudge and become a national pride issue. Do you agree?”

I didn’t respond to a single question as I walked inside.

Just before going through the entrance,

I turned to the reporters and tossed out one last line:

“There’s a fun betting stream going on right now—check it out if you’re bored.”

Reporters all nodded and pulled out their phones.

And sure enough, something very entertaining was happening.

A betting pool had opened—

on whether Song Hun would win or lose.

[Hero winning is the safe bet, right?]

[Yeah, what, the Chinese Hunter doesn’t feel pain when he gets hit? lol]

[But doesn’t Hun feel pain when he gets hit too?]

[I don’t think he does, though;;]

Once we stepped inside, I saw a group of suited men at the entrance of the stadium.

And standing among them were other Hunters—ones I «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» figured had to be S-rank.

‘Those guys, huh.’

“Hmmm... Big bodies, but they don’t look like much.”

One of them muttered in Chinese as he reached out to shake my hand.

I reached out in return, fully ready to crush his hand if he tried anything funny.

— CRUNCH...!

“I am Yang Tenzin—the man who’ll smash your arrogant little faces into the ground.”

After introducing himself to no one in particular, he turned and disappeared somewhere.

“Lyla, what’d he say?”

“Just introduced himself... Curious?”

“Not really.”

****

“Rest well, Master Yang.”

The aide bowed politely, closing the door behind him.

Yang Tenzin had pulled out a tablet and was watching the footage of Song Hun clearing the Gate.

“Hmph... Brute strength alone? China’s got more than enough meatheads like that.”

He kept replaying the footage, pausing repeatedly at scenes with Lyla.

“Magic? Sounds like some kind of weird incantation... Doesn’t seem like Korean...”

Honestly, he didn’t care much about Song Hun.

Yang Tenzin was planning to exploit the loophole in what Hun had said,

and duel the woman named Lyla instead.

— Knock knock...

“Come in.”

“Master Yang, it’s time.”

“Didn’t even notice time passing. Let’s head out, then.”

They headed to the large stadium, where only the officials and Hunters from both nations were present.

And floating near Song Hun’s side—drones.

‘A so-called Hunter playing circus clown... Typical of these small-country rats. Tsk.’

Each side brought their representatives to exchange the contract.

If China wins, they get the artifact and the monster’s corpse.

If Song Hun wins, he gets ownership of the Forbidden City.

Once the signatures were complete, Song Hun casually tossed something to Yang Tenzin and muttered.

“Hm? Earrings and rings?”

“Master Yang, he says... he wants you to hold onto them.”

The aide hesitated, glancing at Yang Tenzin for permission.

“It’s fine. Just repeat what the bastard said, word for word.”

“He said... he doesn’t need the artifact to win,

so you guys can hold onto it until it’s over... and he’ll take it back when he’s done.”

“That arrogant piece of shit...”

Song Hun was smirking as he made his way to the center of the arena.

Yang Tenzin found it laughable.

Soon, those smug little faces would be soaked in despair.

“Wait.”

“?”

“I’ll be dueling the woman. Not you.”

With that, the aide stepped between them and relayed Yang Tenzin’s words to Song Hun.

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“What the hell is he saying?”

Just as expected, Hun reacted with resistance.

But with the world watching, Yang Tenzin pulled up a very specific piece of evidence.

— “Whoever wins the fight against one of us gets everything.”

It was a clip from Song Hun’s earlier interview with the press.

“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?

If you hand over your artifact and the monster’s corpse,

and Korea shows a little sincerity,

maybe I’ll be merciful...?”

Take it or leave it.

Actually, it’d be better if they didn’t accept.

After all, when duels get heated—

they tend to end in “unfortunate accidents.”