Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 102

◈ Preliminary (2)

Mujin’s judging turn soon arrived, not caring about the fact that countless people in the training hall were paying attention to them.

Mujin thought as he looked at the piece of iron in front of him.

‘I was still sad about taking a break from strength training yesterday, but it would be perfect for a warm-up.’

Mujin grabbed both sides of the iron block with both hands without hesitation.

Since there was no separate handle on the piece of iron, it was inconvenient to hold in many ways.

Instead, there seemed to be no set posture for lifting a piece of iron. In other words, you can lift it by using all your body muscles, like flipping a tire.

Mujin held on to both sides of the iron bar and bent his knees as if doing a squat.

Lower body and glutes. I lifted the iron bar using both my core and arm muscles.

‘hmm. ‘A little over 400 pounds?’

Mujin put down the piece of metal he had lifted, remembering that it must be roughly 250kg.

I lifted it up again.

“… … “You passed, so you can move on to the next step.”

In response to the words of the Murim warrior who was watching the judging, Mujin, who put down the piece of sh*t he had lifted again, responded with a puzzled look on his face.

“ah. “It’s just a habit, but is it okay if I take it 10 more times?”

It was Helchang’s habit. The weight was just right, so I felt like my muscles were going to swell after lifting a set of 12 times.

Of course, the examiner had no way of knowing Mujin’s circumstances.

“… … Huh. “There are people waiting behind you, so please just go.”

Mujin turned his gaze to the side, internally soothing the disappointment of his muscles that kept itching.

“Whoop!”

Mugung, who was also watching the judging next to him, took a deep breath and succeeded in lifting the metal bar like Mujin.

Mugungi, who is already naturally strong, has been practicing the Mujin training method for over 5 years. At least in terms of ‘strength’, it was not that much inferior to Mujin.

On the other hand, Mu-gyeong and Mu-hyul, who were next to him, were wrestling with a piece of iron with their faces turning red.

Mujin burst into laughter as he watched the veins blooming from the guys’ muscles through the lyrics.

Mu-gyeong and Mu-hyul have also been training their muscles with Mu-jin’s help, but have grown them into a form suitable for their martial arts skills. Instead of having dull muscles like Mugung or Mujin, they had to maintain a moderately balanced body shape.

And some of the disciples of other sects who were watching the scene nearby slowly raised their eyebrows.

‘ha ha ha. Shaolin, Shaolin, they said! ‘I just can’t get enough of this level of work!’

Most of them, who didn’t know that Shaolin disciples didn’t use internal energy, had that thought in mind.

Among those, there were also disciples of the Hwasan Sect.

‘It’s only at that level.’

In particular, Hong So-il, who caused friction with Mujin last night, had a deep sneer on his lips.

‘If that happens, we’ll be eliminated from the preliminaries, let alone meet at the Yongbong branch.’

With that in mind, Hong So-il, who had lost interest in the Shaolin disciples, looked around the training hall looking for others.

A woman as neat as a flower that I met a few years ago when I was wandering around the central plains on a voyage to the royal family.

‘After all, I am with the late exponents of the five generations. Should I wait for the next opportunity?’

Hong So-il, who discovered Jegal Jin-hee’s appearance, clicked his tongue lightly and just stared at her.

Just like when I first met her, her imperious, expressionless face.

* * *

Meanwhile.

The sense of crisis that she might be eliminated if things continue like this was shaking Mu-kyung’s heart.

To be precise, it reminds me of Mi-rae, who returned to Shaolin Temple after being eliminated in the first preliminary round and was tormented by Hye-gwan.

In the end, Mu-gyeong decided that it would be dangerous to continue like this and secretly used her inner energy to lift the iron block.

Likewise, when Muhyul looked like he would be eliminated if left like this, Mujin secretly let out a warning.

– Yulia. Then you just get eliminated?

In response to Mujin’s warning, Muhyul says, “Hmph.” He made a groaning sound and lifted up the iron piece.

“First of all, the punishment for these two is confirmed.”

When Mujin spoke to the two with a grin, their faces became grim. She was snorting to herself, as if she wanted to brag that she had succeeded.

“… … “There are people waiting behind you, so would you please move on to the next screening?”

“Oh, sorry.”

Following the examiner’s instructions, the four quickly moved their bodies and headed to the next examination location.

The second task was to make 20 round trips between the two flagged locations.

‘It’s a shuttle run.’

Mujin reminded me of physical strength and change-of-direction training that is often used in modern sports such as soccer and basketball.

Several young dancers who passed the first task, including the Mujabae Sign Room, waited at the starting line.

And the moment the judge raised and lowered the flag, everyone ran towards their respective flags.

At the same time, another judge turned the hourglass over.

For a moment, several drones departing at the same time move with all their might between the two flags that are about six or seven feet apart (18 to 21 meters) apart.

‘what? Why is it so slow?’

A young warrior from the Kunlun Sect looked to the side with a puzzled expression.

While he went back and forth between the two flags five times, the Shaolin disciples only went back and forth two or three times.

‘Is our Kunlun’s Divine Spiritual Technique so outstanding?’

Even with simple calculation, the difference is more than double. How can there be such a difference from Thousand Year Shaolin? The young Taoist of the Kunlun sect was thrilled to realize once again the greatness of the monk.

Of course, the feelings of the other warriors watching this car screening were a little different.

In the case of low-level warriors, they were expressing admiration while looking at the Kunlun Taoist.

‘I felt it during the first round, but it seems that the level of Shaolin is lower than I thought.’

Review indices are of quite high quality. In particular, the later exponents from the Old School and the Five Generations were disappointed with the level of Shaolin rather than surprised by the level of Kunlun.

Well, no matter how other people view them or not.

The unmanned team was just going back and forth between the flags at a full sprint without any internal strength.

Muscles that have been trained for years. Among them, he explodes with the strength of his quadriceps muscles and swings his legs and arms like crazy.

Thanks to this, Mujin, Mugyeong, and Muhyul were moving between the flags at almost the same speed as the sand falling in the hourglass.

Just one person. Rose of Sharon, which had a very large stem, gradually lagged behind, and now the distance has increased to the amount of a round trip.

And by the time Mujin, Mugyeong, and Muhyul had made the round trip 15 times, the distance had increased by two laps.

‘Dangerous!’

Mugung glanced at the hourglass and realized that she was in danger of being eliminated.

‘shit!’

In the end, Mugung used his internal energy to explosively increase his speed.

“!!!”

The explosive sprint that suddenly broke out caused ripples in the eyes of the soldiers who were watching the car review with scorn.

‘The speed is comparable to Kunlun’s disciple!’

‘hmm. Were they deliberately distributing the bets because they were insufficient?’

‘It means that the bet is not enough, so if we meet in the future, it would be better to aim for a long game.’

But whether the onlookers were surprised or not, Mugung was only focused on running until the sand in the hourglass ran out.

Great love~

Just before all the hourglasses run out and the judge rings the bell. Mugung, who quickly caught up to the distance he had lost by two laps, narrowly passed the screening.

Mujin said to Mugung, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“The penalty for Mugungi is also confirmed.”

“Tsk.”

Mugungi, who expressed his regret very briefly, quickly returned to his calm demeanor.

Mujin laughed lightly at that and calmly took a deep breath.

In fact, Moo-jin giving rice to Mugung was also very close.

Considering the distance between the flags, the distance I ran was approximately 800m.

It wasn’t a straight line, but I changed direction every 20m or so, and after sprinting as hard as my thigh muscles were going to burst, I narrowly passed.

Well, anyway, all four succeeded in the second task, so they moved on to the third and final task.

The final task is to attack a large chunk of rock. If you were a swordsman, you had to attack with a sword, if you were a thief, you had to attack with a sword.

Of course, all unattended sine rooms had to use Kwon, Jang, and Gak.

“I would have fallen here anyway.”

“Umm… … “It would be dangerous if you hit it without any strength, right?”

“Hehe. Shall we give it a try?”

“Don’t do it, Muyul. Then the bone breaks.”

“Yes, death penalty!”

After confirming the third task, the trio had a conversation with each other. Unlike Mujin, the three of them did not even learn Cheolposam, let alone Okgeumganggong. It was said that if you hit a rock with your bare hands without any internal energy, your hand would not be left.

“Mujin, are you going to try this without any internal skills?”

“hmm. “After seeing it first?”

After answering Mu-gyeong’s question appropriately, Mu-jin asked a question to the examiner for the third task.

“What are the passing standards? Do we have to completely shatter the rock?”

“It’s enough just to leave a clear trace of martial arts on the rock. “If it’s a sword, you can cut off part of the rock with the sword, or something like that.”

Mujin shook his head in response to the examiner’s answer.

‘This is enough to make it worth a try.’

* * *

The training ground where the final task of the first preliminary round takes place. Compared to the first task, where the iron bar was lifted, the number of dancers who came here was reduced by about half.

In other words, most of the middle-class and third-rate warriors had fallen away.

The two tasks that Mujin succeeded in without any internal effort were actually intended to select warriors who passed the ‘minimum’ standard.

For example, those who value the principles of middle school can succeed in the first task even if they become a third-rate warrior. However, a third-rate warrior who had learned the tricks of martial arts would have failed in this second task, where speed is important.

In other words, the first, second, and third tasks were tasks to confirm the ‘minimum’ standards for strength, speed, and technology.

On the other hand, if you made it to the third task, it meant that all the idiots who learned martial arts at a third-rate martial arts school or a military officer in a rural village but wasted their time failed.

Among these people, of course, there were a large number of martial artists from Gupailbang and the Five Generations.

“Well, it looks like the level of the three great Shaolin disciples this time has fallen further than expected. “Jegal sister.”

Zhuge Jinhui did not respond to Tang Xiaomi’s words of disappointment in the level of Shaolin disciples.

But she wasn’t disappointed either. Rather, she was busy hiding her surprise.

‘I never thought Monk Mujin would have grown so much in that time.’

She knew the level Mujin had reached two and a half years ago. That’s why she figured it out right away.

Mujin participated in the judging without using any of his internal skills. This means that Mujin’s physical ability without using internal energy exceeded that of a third-rate warrior who used internal energy, even if it was at a basic level.

Indeed, if one were to handle internal energy with that much physical ability, how much power and speed would one be able to produce?

‘… … Perhaps martial arts skills have also increased in the meantime.’

She was very much looking forward to her sparring match with Mujin in the Yongbong branch finals.

However, unlike Zhuge Jinxi, others who did not know the actual skills of Mujin and Shaolin disciples were thinking similar to Tang Xiaomi.

Soon, the third task of the Shaolin disciples began.

The first to step forward was Mugung.

“Whoa.”

Mugung, who caught his breath lightly, spread the bet raised from Danjeon to the White Sea.

‘I decided to use internal energy anyway, so there is no need to adjust my strength appropriately.’

As the Yeolyangjigi who toured the blood path gathered around Mugung’s palm, Mugung lashed out his palm towards the rock.

bang!!!

At the stroke of Mugung, a rock as big as a person was shattered into pieces.

“W-what!?”

Naturally, astonishment came out of the mouths of those who were watching and laughing at the level of Shaolin disciples.

But their surprise was a little premature.

Mugung, who followed Mugung, did not shatter the rock like Mugung did.

Instead, the fist he raised was filled with golden energy.

thud!!

With a dull vibration sound, a hole as thick as Mu-gyeong’s fist opened in the center of the large rock.

An art that requires delicate manipulation of energy. It was a more difficult technique than breaking a rock into pieces.

And finally, in the case of Muhyul.

“Hehe!”

Perhaps because he was excited to be allowed to use his internal energy, instead of finishing it with one attack, he ran around and hit the rock like crazy.

And after a while.

“Huh, wolf?”

The rock was already carved into the shape of a wolf. Just like the picture engraved on Muyul’s head.

‘Have you been hiding your skills until now?’

‘Why do you have to do that?’

Of course, there is a saying in martial arts about hiding 30% of one’s skills, but at this level, it was not hiding 30% of the skills, but only showing 30% of the skills.

‘If you’re going to hide it anyway, why come now when you can hide it until the end?’

This was their biggest question. The passing standard is to leave only moderate traces on the rock. There was no need to tear it to pieces or show such incredible feats.

Naturally, everyone’s puzzled eyes turned to Mujin, Shaolin’s last disciple.

“Whoa.”

Mujin took a deep breath and threw out a punch with all the strength of his body.

Break!

Mujin’s first fight ended with just breaking the front part of the rock.

No matter how much he strengthened his skin and strengthened his muscles with Jade Geumgang Gong, it was impossible to shatter a huge rock with pure human strength without any internal energy.

No, it felt like I had already surpassed the limits of ‘humanity’ just by creating a fist mark on a huge rock using only my strength.

“Foot.”

However, those who do not know such circumstances laugh at the results that Mujin has created.

‘hmm. Maybe the author deliberately hid his skills just to the point where he could pass.’

Some were racking their brains trying to figure out the intentions of the Shaolin disciples.

And only one person here.

‘I can’t believe you can leave a mark like that on a rock without any internal energy!’

Only Zhuge Jinhui understood what Mujin had done.

In her eyes, several later figures appear looking at the Shaolin disciples.

While watching some people sneer and others giving suspicious looks, Zhuge Jinhui was able to realize one important fact.

The fact that only he knows the true value of Mujin.

“Hehehe.”

She felt a strange thrill at the fact that she alone knew a secret that the world did not know.

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