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◈ First in the world (3)
Even though he returned after seven months, the mountainous terrain of Seongsan was all too familiar to Mujin.
However, there was no time to enjoy the mountain scenery.
It was because of Noh Geum-soo’s huge presence that could be felt from behind.
Namgung Mugeuk had not opened his mouth at all since the conversation related to the Heavenly Demon.
Now that he thought about it, Mujin thought that the reason he kept quiet was to increase his concentration for the fight with Hyeon-gwang.
As I climbed Mt. Seongsan, the closer I got to Shaolin, the more I felt a heavy weight that I could not dare to disobey from the Nangungmugeuk located behind me.
“… … .”
In the end, Mujin and his party had to hurriedly climb Mt. Seongsan without being able to say anything.
And by the time I was tired of that terrible and heavy silence. Mujin and his party were finally able to reach the mountain gate of Shaolin.
“You’re finally back!!”
Just as they did at the shaman’s Haegeomji, Shaolin’s disciples at the mountain gate tried to welcome Mujin and his group.
However, because of the heavy presence felt behind Mujin’s group, their eyes naturally turned to the old man behind Mujin’s group.
“… … “Who are you, Lord, to threaten us with our Shaolin disciples?”
The disciple guarding the mountain gate asked, barely able to control the excitement that was threatening to boil over.
But it was Mujin, not the old man, who answered his question.
“This is Namgung Sword Emperor Noh Seon-bae. “He came to Shaolin with us to dance with Grandpa Hyeon-gwang.”
“!!!”
A ripple appears in the eyes of the disciple guarding the mountain gate.
One of the three strongest men in the world suddenly came to Shaolin. There are times when you may be asked for proof of identity or doubt the truth.
‘… … There’s not even a doubt.’
He felt that if he could give off this much presence just by standing still, he could easily be called the Three Swords of the World.
However, no matter how much the opponent was the Nangung Sword Emperor, he had to do what he had to do as a disciple guarding the mountain gate.
“I will report to the monk. “Can you please wait a moment?”
No one could enter or leave Shaolin without Shaolin’s permission.
“… … .”
Nangung Wugeuk closed his mouth for a moment and looked at the second disciple of Shaolin who dared to stop him.
At the time, Mujin and his party were worried that the old man who was crazy about dancing might go on a rampage, and raised their bets to prepare for an unexpected situation.
Namgung Moo-geuk, who was looking at his student at Ewha Womans University, spoke in a tone that seemed to control his emotions.
“I’ll give you some time to relax.”
At that answer, Mujin and the others who were next to Namgung Mugeuk internally breathed a sigh of relief.
On the other hand, Great Disciple Lee, who was guarding the mountain gate, saluted Namgung Mugeuk as a class leader and hurried into Shaolin.
However, I just tried not to show it on the outside. When he turned around, every part of his body was drenched in cold sweat.
‘… … Protecting the mountain gate is something you can’t do without a decent amount of defense.’
Mujin was amazed at Sasuk’s courage in blocking the attack even though he knew the gap between them.
After Master Lee left. There was silence in the prose.
Nangung Mugeuk just crossed his arms and looked at the mountain gate with his mouth closed.
As Mujin watched him, the saliva dried up in his mouth. Namgung Mugeuk muttered, uncrossing her arms.
“Are you here?”
And a few seconds after Namgung Mugeuk finished speaking. Several monks appeared at the entrance of the mountain gate accompanied by a bustling sound.
Several clan heads and original owners, including Hyeoncheon, the leader of Shaolin. In addition, Hyedam, the head of the Hundred and Eight Arhats who protect Shaolin.
But Namgung Mugeuk’s gaze was not directed at them.
Looking at the old man slowly approaching behind them, Namgung Mugeuk opened his mouth.
“It’s been a while.”
“Hehehe. It’s been over forty years since I last saw you, so it’s been a long time. “Senior Namgoong.”
Even against Namgung Mugeuk, who exudes a heavy presence, Hyeon-gwang was nothing but empty.
Hyeon-gwang even exchanged greetings with Namgung Mugeuk and looked at Mu-jin leisurely.
“Mujin also had a hard time coming with senior Namgung.”
“Buddha disciple. “I finished what I had to do and just returned to Shaolin.”
“Right now, I still have a conversation to have with senior Namgung, so let’s deal with it later.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
When Mu-jin bowed as class president, Hyeon-gwang shook his head and turned his gaze towards Namgung Mugeuk again.
Namgung Mu-geuk, who was watching the whole scene, felt a strange sensation.
He couldn’t sense any sign of Hyeon-gwang, who was acting very comfortably in front of him.
To be precise, I could feel the presence of a human being, but I could not feel the presence of a martial artist at all.
It felt like I was dealing with ordinary people.
It was because of that strange sense that Namgung Moo-geuk found Hyeon-gwang right away a little while ago.
Since all of those who ran to the mountain gate were experts, it felt like Hyeon-gwang was alone and far away.
And in this case, it had no choice but to end up splitting into one of two ways.
Either the opponent is really a commoner who has not learned martial arts.
‘… … Is what Unheo said true?’
Either he is a master so overwhelming that he cannot even sense his presence.
It could be said that this was a situation that had never been experienced since Namgung Mugeuk abandoned his position as the head of the family and went into non-military life.
However, Namgung Mugeuk was not foolish enough to deny that fact. Also, he was not a coward who would run away in fear just because his opponent was a master.
“Did you hear why I came here?”
“I heard that you want to have a meeting with the noble monk.”
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“What is the answer?”
“It seems like they won’t accept my refusal, so I guess I have no choice. Hehehe. However, if a fight were to take place here, the entire wall of Shaolin would likely collapse, so why not move the location?”
“That’s right.”
In response to Namgung Mugeuk’s answer, Hyeon-gwang turned first and headed somewhere.
They were followed by the Shaolin monks who came to the mountain gate and Mujin’s group, and finally, Namgung Mugeuk followed.
The place we arrived at a little while later was a familiar place to Mujin.
They had arrived at the wide open space where Hyeon-gwang had danced with Unheo Jin-in in the past.
“Monk Bangjang.”
“yes. “Hyeongwang’s death penalty.”
“Please wait here with your disciples. “You might get caught up in something.”
“I will.”
Hyeon-gwang said this to Ambassador Hyeon-cheon before heading out to the vacant lot. Lastly, he sent Hye-gwang’s heart to Mu-jin.
– I’m going to watch this dance closely.
While Mujin was puzzled by the news.
As Hyeon-gwang stopped the Shaolin disciples at the edge of the clearing and headed toward the center of the clearing, Namgung Mugeuk also headed across to Hyeon-gwang without saying anything.
It took just a moment for him to confront Hyeon-gwang in the vacant lot.
Namgung Mugeuk boldly took the lead first.
It was a sword that contained the essence of the Changgung Muai sword technique that was shown in the duel with Unheo Jinin.
All of the Shaolin disciples shed tears as they watched the heavy sword pressing forward from all directions.
Everyone was feeling their heads burning as they tried to think of a way to block that single sword.
However, Hyeon-gwang, who faced the sword, still had a hollow smile on his face.
And then the wind started to blow.
The wind wrapped around Nangong Mugeuk’s sword as if it were enveloping it, but Nangong Mugeuk’s sword tore the wind apart as if it were defying the laws of nature.
Naturally, the wind tore and the screams of nature, like a deafening cry, rang out.
It was the sword of Namgung Mugeuk that advanced endlessly, creating looping sounds, but by the time his sword, shaken by the wind, reached Hyeon-gwang, all the power contained in the sword had already been lost.
Hyunkwang leisurely took a step back and waved his right arm in a relaxed manner.
And the nature keeper, who began dancing according to his will, created a strange phenomenon.
Grumble!
The fire that gathered around the Nangung Sword Emperor materialized and attempted to consume the body of the Nangung Sword Emperor.
“Sigh!”
Namgung Mugeuk instantly spread his sword screen to block the fire coming towards him in an instant, and then swung his sword at Hyeon-gwang again.
Each time, Hyeon-gwang borrowed the power of the wind or blocked Namgung Mugeuk’s sword strike with a magical membrane made of nature.
At that time, the screams made by nature echoed throughout the vacant lot, and every time Hyeon-gwang made a light gesture, strange natural phenomena unfolded toward Namgung Dance, like a butterfly effect.
Lightning struck, sparks flew, and a cutting wind blew.
In the meantime, Namgung Mugeuk somehow managed to block or avoid the strange attacks and persistently followed Hyeon-gwang and swung his sword.
“… … .”
Mujin could not keep his mouth shut as he watched the amazing battle unfold.
Following Hyeongwang’s advice, Mujin opened his eyes to get something out of this meeting, but he felt that this was not a meeting.
Rather, it almost looked like a fight between Buddha and Son Wukong running wild on his palm.
‘What do I have to gain?’
The harmony displayed by Hyeon-gwang was so distant that Mu-jin’s eyes kept looking towards Namgung Dance, not Hyeon-gwang.
I would have rather set my sights on the martial arts shown in Namgung Dance, but the level of Hyeon-Gwang was so high that I couldn’t even figure out how to rise to it.
Namgung Mugeuk, who had been acting like a foolish human being against nature, opened his mouth with his hair suddenly becoming bald.
“It’s as if you’re using a hex.”
“Hehehe. “How can a mere human understand the world?”
“Even if you’re not human, do you still say that?”
Instead of answering Namgung Mugeuk’s question right away, Hyeon-gwang smiled gently for a moment.
“… … “Being poor is just borrowing a little bit of the power of nature.”
“I didn’t come here to have a trivial Zen question with you.”
Namgung Mugeuk said as he adjusted his sword.
“If you use some strange trick to escape, all you have to do is make it so it can’t escape.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Namgung Mugeuk was already in a posture.
Turn your body diagonally and take your left step one step forward and your right step one step back.
Then, the right arm holding the sword was pulled back and the elbow was only half-folded, taking the same posture as before launching a thrust.
A ceremonial ceremony in the form of a royal sword.
Emperor Tongcheonse (帝王通天勢).
Enormous energy waves began to flow from Nangong Dance Center, which was in a posture designed to pierce the sky.
The air waves began to suppress all the small things moving around.
“… … “Human spirit is also ultimately a part of the world.”
The light at the center of it was moving in emptiness, as if it were free from all phenomena.
Hyeon-gwang moves his body leisurely, and before he knows it, he is in the most basic posture of Shaolin martial arts. He was preparing to take power.
gulp.
Several Shaolin masters who were looking at Hyeon-gwang’s posture swallowed dry saliva without even realizing it.
I instinctively realized that this was the most perfect and natural stance to take power.
Meanwhile, Namgung Mugeuk was pouring a huge amount of internal energy into the sword play to create a sword fight.
On the other hand, since Hyeon-gwang did not contain internal energy in his body, a huge amount of nature energy began to gather in Hyeon-gwang’s fist.
And the moment when Namgung Mugeuk, who had finished preparing, thrust out his sword and shot Geom Hwan.
In accordance with the regime of Hyeon-gwang, golden light erupted towards Namgung Mugeuk.
The two intense energies collided in the center, but no noise was produced.
“her… … .”
It was just that the sword of Namgung Mugeuk, touched by the golden light, returned to nothingness.
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