Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 109

◈ Four Shaolin monks (1)

The first leg of the Yongbong branch ended.

Out of a total of 32 finalists, 16 were selected to advance to the next round.

It may have been the established trend up to this point, but there was quite a big story going around in Oehyeon, where the Yongbong branch was currently being held.

“I never thought all Shaolin disciples would win the first round.”

“They say it’s Thousand Years of Shaolin, but it’s nothing short of famous.”

The participants in this round are 16. And if you include the nine factions and the five major factions, which are called the pillars of the political faction, there are a total of fifteen.

In terms of common sense, those who advance to this round of Yongbong Branch should have been selected as one of the best late-stage exponents from each faction.

It was a huge deal if only two people from one faction advanced to the next round, and conversely, it was a complete humiliation for the faction that did not have even one person advance to the next round.

However, in Shaolin alone, as many as four people advanced to this round.

Thanks to this, there were quite a few factions that failed to advance to this round, such as the Hwasan faction and Hwang Bose.

“In twenty years, the era of Shaolin may begin.”

Therefore, there were quite a few people who predicted that Shaolin might regain its title as ‘the best gate in the world’ in twenty years, when the later exponents reach the age where they can be called true martial artists.

However, not everyone was like that.

“Wouldn’t it be important for several people to come up in this round? In the end, the most outstanding person will become the best in the world. “Isn’t the sect that the best person in the world belongs to the best sect in the world?”

“Hmm. Well, we can’t ignore Namgung Jincheon Sohyeop and Cheongsu Dojang.”

Although Shaolin, who lived away from the secular world, showed his potential, the strongest candidates for the championship were still Namgung Jincheon and Cheongsu Dojang.

Moreover, since both the Namgung family and the shaman are alive and well, if either of them wins, they will definitely be called the ‘World’s Best Gate’.

And there were some who did not like such evaluation from the world.

Like Namgung Jincheon, Cheongsu Dojang, and Shaolin disciples, the factions that advanced to this round were like that.

“Tsk. Ilhwi (日輝). “Don’t pay attention to what ignorant people in the world say.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. “Four Baekjo.”

The elder of the Jeomchang sect smiled in satisfaction at Ilhwi’s confident answer.

Ilhwi was one of the youngest of the Lee Dae disciples of the Jeomchang school. He was only three or four years older than the older Jeom Changpa disciples.

Since he was the lowest among the disciples of Yi Dae, no one expected Ilhwi to become the leader of the Jeomchang sect, but the elders of the Jeomchang sect all had the same thought.

This child will be the future Jeomchang Jeilgeom. Furthermore, he will bring the title of the best sword in the world, represented by Namgung and the shaman, to Jeomchang.

Yes.

Ilhwi was a talent secretly raised by the Jeomchang faction to overcome Namgung and the shaman.

And this Yongbong branch was an opportunity for the skills I had developed so far to shine.

In addition to following Namgung Jincheon and Cheongsu Dojang.

‘As long as Ilhwi takes the winning prize, being the best in the world in the future really won’t be an empty goal.’

When I was thinking about the incredible item that the Murim Alliance presented as the winning prize for this year’s Yongbong branch.

Ilhwi Dojang opened his mouth to the elder with a confident expression.

“Little Emperor, I just regret not being able to meet the Nangong Jincheon Sohyeop or the Cheongsu Dojang sooner. “Shouldn’t we meet them quickly so we can correct the foolishness of the world?”

“Hahaha. That’s a very good attitude. Anyway, if you keep winning in battle, you will meet them soon, so don’t worry about it. “If you are a disciple of Shaolin, it will be nothing more than a passing process.”

Also, he was a swordsman who was scheduled to spar with a Shaolin disciple in this match.

‘Did you say Mugung…? … .’

Ilhwi briefly remembered his opponent’s legal name, but immediately erased it from his mind.

Because it’s probably someone you don’t need to worry about.

* * *

Thanks to the fact that all of the non-Japanese groups advanced to this round, there was a strangely excited atmosphere in the hall where the Shaolin disciples lived.

However, regardless of the surrounding atmosphere, the Mujabae Sign Room was passing time without any significant changes.

It was said that he was spending time strengthening his muscles at the Cheonryu Sangdan Bunta and practicing martial arts at the Shaolin Temple Hall.

‘Hmm?’

However, in that consistent atmosphere, Mujin felt a strange sense of discomfort.

“Are you worried about something?”

Mujin asked, looking at Mugung who was somehow different from usual.

Mugung, who looks like a bandit in appearance and size, but surprisingly, has been showing a somewhat stiff appearance yesterday and today.

Well, he was originally stiff due to his size and constitution, but the meaning was a little different. It wasn’t that my body was stiff, but it felt like my actions and movements were stiff in some way.

“Hmm. It is nothing.”

However, Mugung replied with an uncharacteristically blunt expression that he had been practicing immobility for four years.

“Don’t be pretentious, if you have any concerns, just say it. Worries are often not that big of a deal when you actually talk about them.”

It did not work for Mujin, who had been living a social life for decades.

“why? “Is it because you’re nervous about advancing to this round?”

“This doesn’t happen just because you’re in this match.”

“then? “Because of the other person?”

“… … .”

Mugung hesitated for a moment in response to Mujin’s question. It wasn’t hard to guess her cause just by looking at her attitude.

“Who was this opponent? “Do you know someone?”

“… … Ilhwi Dojo of the Jeomchang faction. I thought he was a stranger, but I knew when I saw his face. “Ilhwi Dojo probably won’t remember me.”

“You know, but Ilhwi Dojang doesn’t know you?”

Mugung seemed to think about Mujin’s question for a moment, and then told a long story.

“You know that I come from a medium-sized sect, not a Shaolin sect, right?”

“I heard it when I was a beginner student.”

“Actually, my hometown is located in a small county in Yunnan Province. So, if I had to join the old group, I should have joined the Jeomchang group.”

“Then why did you come to Shaolin?”

“There was a very famous genius in our county. “He is four years older than me, so he was usually compared to my older brothers rather than to me.”

“Is that genius, by any chance, your opponent, Ilhwi Dojo?”

“okay. His original name was Najinseong. So I didn’t know it was the same person until I saw their faces.”

Only after listening to Mugung’s explanation did I understand why Mugung was stiff.

I met a genius again after nearly ten years, whom I had met and compared to several times in my neighborhood when I was young.

Since childhood experiences are inherently strong, it may be that deep down in my heart, I already had a premonition of defeat.

However, as one question was resolved, another question emerged.

“But, apart from that, why did you come to Shaolin and not Jeomchang?”

To Mujin’s question, Mugung answered by scratching his missing sideburns as if he was embarrassed because of his size.

“If you enter fortune telling, you will be compared.”

“huh?”

“The age difference is only four years, and we come from the same prefecture, right? And the rumor I heard was that he was already being selected as a promising star at Jeomchang, so I thought that if I went into Jeomchang, everyone would only pay attention to Ilhwi Dojang.”

“ah… … .”

Only after hearing Mugung’s explanation did Mujin recall a memory he had forgotten.

‘Now that I think about it, this guy was a coward who didn’t fit his size.’

To be exact, rather than being timid, he was a guy who pathologically hated losing. Because he was a superficial person, he did not want others to see his unsightly appearance.

In fact, even though he knew that Mu-gyeong was being bullied, he turned a blind eye and said he couldn’t win because there were three opponents.

‘Wow. Now that I think about it, my first impression was that he was a completely unfavorable guy.’

I took care of him because he was a child, and we grew attached to him and have been together ever since.

Mujin remembered the time when Mugung was ignoring him, and for the first time in a long time, he punched Mugung in the back of the head.

“madam! “Why are you hitting me?”

“I tried hitting it because it reminded me of old times.”

“what?”

Mugung asked a question as if it were absurd, but instead of answering again, Mujin brought up another story.

“anyway. “Now that we’ve talked about the past, what’s it like now?”

“now? well. “Maybe we’ll have to fight to find out.”

“no. Not Ilhwi Dojo. “Do you regret joining Shaolin now?”

“Do you regret joining Shaolin? “What nonsense?”

“He said he came to Shaolin because he was afraid that if he went to Jeomchangpa, he would be buried by Ilhwi Dojang. So, do you regret coming to Shaolin now?”

“ah… … .”

At Mujin’s question, Mugung’s expression became quite complicated.

He had a big dream when he joined Shaolin. He dreams of becoming a martial arts master through Shaolin.

To this end, he tried to monopolize the attention of Shaolin adults from the time he was an introductory disciple, but as time went by, he fell into the trap of being buried by monsters and geniuses called Mujin and Mugyeong.

At first, I was jealous of both of them. I used to feel resentful about why I wasn’t as talented as I was.

The reason he always grumbled at Mujin may have been a way to hide his jealousy. The reason I keep grumbling even now is because it has already become a habit.

However, even now, I am still jealous of the two.

‘Mujin is Mujin, and Mu-gyeong is Mu-gyeong. And I am who I am.’

It wasn’t like that.

His spirit also matured as he worked with a guru named Hyedam, who was like the living statue of the Four Heavenly Kings.

‘And, let alone Mu-kyung, this guy is out of the question in the first place.’

In addition, Mujin was not someone worth being jealous of in the first place.

When I first became a disciple, I thought I was lacking in talent, but now I know.

Not only was he easily victorious in a dance against Cheongsu Dojang, one of the world’s best latter-day fighters, but now a guy who is only one of the three greatest disciples is competing on equal footing with the first generation of disciples.

This guy was not special among the three great disciples of Shaolin, nor was he special in Shaolin. Even if you searched the entire continent called Jungwon, it was an absurd monster.

And funny enough, I received a lot of help from this guy. Wasn’t he the first to teach me training methods that didn’t even exist in Millennium Shaolin, called Taishan Bukdu? Although he was not only with himself, but also with Mu-gyeong and Mu-hyul.

Anyway, thanks to that, he was selected as one of the strongest among the three greatest disciples of Shaolin.

Even at the Yongbong Branch, where late-stage indexes from all over the continent compete, he proudly advanced to the finals and was selected as the 16th most outstanding.

So much.

“I’m stating the obvious. “You can’t regret coming to Shaolin, right?”

He didn’t have even an ounce of regret left in him.

Now, in response to Mugung’s confident reply, Mujin chuckled and answered.

“okay. Good idea. The past was the past, and now is the present. And, you are stronger anyway, so who knows if it’s Il-hwi or Il-hee?”

“I’m stronger?”

Mugung’s mouth trembles as he asks this question. She tries hard to keep an expressionless face, but her face looks like she could die of joy.

If someone else had said it, I would have thought it was just something they said, but since it was Mujin, it had a different meaning.

In the first place, the term ‘late index’ is ridiculous. Mujin’s words are of a different class from Ilhwi Dojang, who was called a genius in the countryside, so he may really be a more expert than Ilhwi Dojang.

‘okay. In the first place, compared to Mujin, Ilhwi Dojo is nothing special.’

I felt like the presence of Ilhwi Dojo, which had been growing in size deep in my heart, was rapidly shrinking.

“Huh, huh. Of course I’m stronger. “It was just that an old thought came to mind and I was lost in memories for a moment.”

Mujin smiled slightly, looking at Mugung who was now showing off.

“okay. Your skills are higher than mine, so if you lose, it probably means that your heart was shaken. So, if we lose, I will tell Hyedam Sasukjo well.”

“… … Are you going to tell Sajo? what are you talking about?”

“I have to tell you that I still feel like I’m not good at training my unmoving mind. “If you are Master Hyedam, perhaps you can give me special one-on-one training for about a month, right?”

“… … .”

The blood drains quickly from Mugung’s face, which was in a good mood.

For Mugung, who despite his size was a person of superficial interest, the one-on-one classes with the horribly taciturn Hye-dam were truly rat poison.

* * *

next day.

In order to participate in this round of the Yongbong branch, Shaolin’s disciples headed to the place where the secret stage was located.

The procession included not only the Mujabae Sainbang, but also Master Hyeonhyeon and Lee Dae disciples who had come from Shaolin, as well as disciples who were serving time in the Murim League.

Immediately after arriving near the off-stage, Mujin glanced at the crowd of people surrounding him and muttered.

“I see the volcanic wave has returned?”

“I guess it was a good idea to stay. “Because I was eliminated in both the preliminaries and the first round.”

“Hmm. After all that, it looks like Hwang Bose is still hanging out?”

At the place that Mujin pointed to, Hwang Bo-woong, who was eliminated after losing to Mujin, was sitting with several people.

“Are you staying to hang out with other people? “The colors are all different?”

Indeed, as Mu-gyeong said, it felt like the clothes were strangely not unified.

‘There’s talk of a Sega alliance, but are they really still friendly?’

Looking closely, the colors of the five generations were mixed together.

While Oh Dae-se was looking in his direction, he happened to make eye contact with Zhuge Jin-hui and she gave him a quick glance.

Mujin also gave her a brief bow and then glanced around at other places.

‘Maybe it’s because the volcanic wave returned first, but I can’t see any places where it’s concentrated.’

Unlike the five major families, the warriors of the nine factions were dispersed and settled according to their respective clans.

While Mujin was thinking about the power structure of the political faction through the structure established around the non-stage, the time for the second round of the Yongbong branch to begin has arrived.

Mugung, who was the first to dance in this match, bowed to Master Hyeonhyeon, the eldest adult.

“I’ll be back.”

“Don’t be nervous, just do your best. Amitabha Buddha.”

“yes. Monk Oedangju.”

Mujin smiled slightly as he watched the scene.

‘I guess I shook it all off.’

There wasn’t even an ounce of tension left on Mugung’s face as he headed toward the off-stage.

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