Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 110

◈ Four Shaolin monks (2)

As Mugung headed to the off-stage, a young swordsman stepped forward from where the Jeomchang sect’s Taoists had gathered.

Mugung greeted Ilhwi Dojang, who came forward, along with the class president.

“Amitabha Buddha. long time no see.”

“Do you know me?”

Mugung answered in a calm tone to the blunt question of Ilhwi Dojang.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember.”

If it were in the past, my pride would have been hurt.

Of course, that didn’t mean I couldn’t feel anything right now. Rather.

‘I’ll give someone who can’t even remember the experience of losing.’

Behind the seemingly indifferent expression created thanks to training with Hyedam, he was a martial artist with a burning desire to win.

“Monk Mugung of Shaolin! And we will begin the dance between the Ilhwi dojos of the Jeomchang faction!”

And the moment the cry of judgment erupted.

Suddenly!

Along with the flashing sword light, the sound of something being cut echoed beyond the non-stage.

* * *

“I never thought that at that age, I could already use the four-day sword technique so freely… … .”

Master Hyeonhyeon, who was watching the dance between Mugung and Ilhwi Dojang, muttered in a sad tone.

As soon as the dance began, the sword of Ilhwi Dojo moved so fast that you couldn’t tell when it was drawn.

Mugung, who lost his player in that blow, was on the defensive from the start with part of his monk’s robe torn.

After that, Ilhwi Dojang stabbed his sword one after another at a rapid pace, and the sword energy emanating from his sword continued to cut through the lyrics of Mugung.

Four-day sword method.

It was one of the branches of the Jeomchang school and was a swordsmanship focused on stabbing. As the name suggests, it was a sword technique that shoots at the sun, and it was difficult to even follow it with the eyes because of its incredible speed.

“oh!!!”

“It really is fortune telling!”

At that incredible speed, the audience, who could not even see Geomro properly, let out exclamations of exclamation, including everyone.

On the other hand, the expressions of the Shaolin disciples became quite dark.

“oh my god. “Doesn’t the death penalty seem difficult?”

“It might be a bit difficult for Mugung’s death penalty to deal with. Amitabha Buddha.”

When Muyul and Mukyung, who were watching together from the side, muttered something regretful, Mujin smiled slightly and opened his mouth.

“don’t worry. “If you have martial arts, you can easily win.”

“Although we also hope that Mugung’s death penalty will win.”

“It’s not that it’s good to win, but Mugungi’s skills are one level above.”

“???”

As Mu-gyeong and Mu-yul looked at Mu-jin with puzzled expressions, Mu-jin pointed to Mu-gung, whose lyrics were being torn apart on the off-stage.

“Look closely. She only had her clothes cut, but was barely injured. “It doesn’t mean you can’t avoid it, it just means you are avoiding it with the minimum amount of movement.”

* * *

In a situation that seemed at first glance to be in crisis, Mugung was watching the movements of Ilhwi Dojo with calm eyes.

‘Whew. It’s fast.’

Indeed, even in the fortune-telling school that values ​​the art of pleasure, the Four-Day Sword Technique, called Jeolgi, was almost impossible to ‘see and avoid’.

Therefore, just like he learned from Mujin when he was young, Mugung was moving by predicting the sword stroke through the opponent’s prior movements.

‘Do you not have much practical experience? Or is it difficult to make changes as the focus is on pleasure?’

The speed was incredibly fast, but Geomro was very honest.

Nevertheless, the reason his clothes were being torn apart was also because his body was so big.

‘As the movement grows, a crisis comes.’

It was also because of the direction of nothingness he pursued.

The secret behind Jeongjeongdong (停中movement).

This was the path he chose because he had great size and strong strength but lacked agility.

Although Mugung seemed to be standing still, he was narrowly avoiding Ilhwi Dojang’s sword strike with very slight movements.

And in the teachings of Jeongjeongdong, the most important thing is the immovable mind.

Even as he watched the sword energy flying through his body, his eyes did not waver.

Suddenly!

Suddenly!

The moment when the movements of the four-point sword technique become completely familiar to the eye.

thud!

Due to the strong advance, a violent vibration sound erupts from the non-stage.

Without a doubt, Mugung, who had avoided the stabbing by an inch, lunged at Ilhwi Dojang and delivered a vicious blow.

Mugung’s hand, which contained the power of Geukyang, resembled that of Shakyamuni Buddha.

“!!!”

As the opponent, who had been fooling around with his swordsmanship until now, suddenly dug in and unleashed a full-fledged attack, the great Ilhwi Dojang urgently unfolded his hidden moves.

Naturally, there was a change in his sword, which had been moving quickly and mainly focused on stabbing.

A solid white line was drawn toward Mugung’s hand, which was shining scarlet as the Geukyangjigi (極陽之氣) and Geumgi (金氣) combined.

* * *

“Tathagata kidney (如來神掌)!!”

Someone who guessed martial arts through the scarlet colored palms of Mugung shouted in surprise.

And then someone who saw the long thin white line drawn in the air shouted one after another.

“Up to 18 spectral powers!”

Following Shaolin’s famous seventy-two bells of bowing, the best bows of the Jeomchang school were performed at the same time, causing an uproar among the crowd surrounding the non-stage.

“I can’t believe the late exponents can already handle a season like that!”

“It really is a old file room!”

Neutral spectators from the small and medium-sized faction and the one-man legend faction burst out in exclamation, while most of the people from the old faction and the five generations who advanced to this round had quite serious expressions.

‘Dig in!!’

Seizing the opportunity, Mugung boldly took a step forward.

It was unexpected that Ilhwi Dojang would suddenly perform such incredible moves.

However, it was just one second of the 18 spectral lights unfolded by Ilhwi Dojang. The division of light was carried out hastily without preparation.

Moreover, the clash between Bungwangilseom, who values ​​the myos of pleasure, and Tathagata Shinjang, who embodies the myos of the Middle Kingdom, was a game with a fixed outcome as long as the difference in realm was not extreme.

“Tsk.”

Immediately after the collision, Ilhwi Dojang, who was pushed back due to the difference in strength, groaned and performed the Four Swordsmanship with a puzzled expression.

An expression that could not have even predicted that the Eighteen Spectacles, the most important season for great monks, would be pushed back.

‘also. ‘You seem to lack experience.’

Mugung, on the other hand, was moving with an infinitely calm attitude while analyzing his opponent.

‘You wouldn’t know it if you were aiming for a late-comer first system, but you chose defense there.’

One of the ultimate arts desired by martial artists who pursue the art of pleasure. Second come first.

In the situation a moment ago, if Ilhwi Dojang had unleashed a full-fledged attack on his own vital spot instead of blocking Tathagata Shinjang, he could have achieved a draw or achieved an immediate victory by starting first.

However, the embarrassed Ilhwi Dojang was unable to utilize the strengths of the martial arts he had learned.

On the other hand, Mugung was still heading towards Ilhwi Dojo in a calm manner.

Ilhwi Dojang quickly tried to drive Mugung out by using the Four-Il Sword Technique, but due to the internal injuries suffered from the collision a little while ago and his broken posture, his speed was reduced compared to the Four-Il Sword Technique he used at the beginning of the fight.

Of course, the slowed down four-point sword technique did not reach Mugung’s body.

“It’s not the end.”

Before I knew it, Mugung’s palm, stained scarlet, was touching Ilhwi Dojang’s abdomen.

* * *

‘winning… … ‘Is it?’

Even with her heart pressed against Ilhwi Dojang’s abdomen, Mugung still felt dazed.

“Waaaa!!”

“It really is Shaolin!”

However, as soon as the dance ended, the cheers that erupted from around the dance floor awakened the spirit of Mugung.

The cheers shook Mugung, who was immersed in the dance.

‘okay! You won! I beat that genius!’

Mugung, who only then realized his victory, tried hard to hold back the corner of his mouth that was about to soar without realizing it.

‘Hmm. If you are a Murim Myeong-sook, you should act like it’s natural in times like this. cancer.’

If you brag about winning a competition, it will lose weight. Mugung straightened her posture, recalling the image of the stately martial artist Myeong-suk she dreamed of.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

After winning a fight, you back down with an attitude that it is no big deal.

‘Wow. ‘This is it.’

This is exactly what Mugung thought a Shaolin master would look like.

At the sight of the noble master he produced, cheers erupted from the audience again.

“Hmm.”

Mugung came down off the stage, forcibly holding the corners of her mouth and cheekbones that kept rising.

Defeating the geniuses of the past and monopolizing people’s attention. Truly an ideal situation.

Mugung’s mood felt as if he was flying through the sky.

“You’re acting like a beggar.”

Until Mujin spoke to me.

“Uh, crap?”

“Look at your clothes. “You probably won’t take those clothes with you even when it’s open?”

Only then did Mugung come to his senses and look at his clothes.

As expected, his clothes were completely tattered as he avoided the four-point sword technique by an inch.

‘shit. I won brilliantly, but I can’t believe my clothes were like this.’

Mugung’s face turned slightly red as he felt like showing his ugly side to people.

“Now, it looks like there are some shallow cuts that you couldn’t completely avoid, so at least apply some of this.”

I handed Mugung the Geumchang medicine that I had brought in advance for the martial arts competition.

“Sniff. A wound like this is natural for a warrior.”

Seeing Mugung still not coming to his senses and bluffing, Mujin let out a laugh.

“Oh, yes. “I guess so.”

Mujin roughly threw the Geumchang Yak to Mugung and said.

“Go back to the pavilion in the evening and put on a coat.”

Mujin only said those words and turned his attention to Muhyul, who was about to spar, and Master Hyeonhyeon and the Shaolin disciples approached Mugung, who had a sullen expression on his face.

“Very well done. Mugunga.”

“How can you fight so calmly against such a difficult enemy! “That’s great.”

It was only natural that the corners of his mouth and cheekbones, which had been lowered, rose again due to the praise of the Shaolin adults.

* * *

After the dance between Mugung and Ilhwi Dojang was over.

After the commotion for a while, the next dance began.

The second meeting of the second round of the Yongbong branch was a sparring between the shaman Jeil Gijae Cheongsu Dojang and Amipa’s nun Bohyeon.

However, instead of watching the dance, Mujin spoke to Muyul, who was scheduled to dance next.

“Yul. “You know that the next dance is your turn, right?”

“You were next! I was just going to leave when my name was called. Hehehe.”

In response to Muyul’s bright answer, as expected, Mujin asked what he was worried about.

“Do you remember who your partner is?”

“Uhm… … “I saw it two days ago, obviously.”

“As expected, I forgot.”

Mujin sighed lightly. For some reason, it seemed like this was the case, so Mujin was the only one who had memorized Muhyul’s sparring partner.

“Peng Jiahu (彭可逅). He is from the Hebei Paeng family and is a martial artist who uses Tao. And when I saw her during the last meeting, she seemed to have mastered the Five Tiger Danmundo (五虎 斷門刀).”

Muhyul, who had been cheerful until now, looked surprised at Mujin’s brief explanation about Bimu’s partner.

“really? “Ohho Danmundo!?”

Mujin tilted his head at Muyul’s excessive reaction.

‘what? Does this person, like Mugungi, have a story related to Five Tiger Danmundo?’

Well, when you were young, did you ever meet a warrior who used the Five-Hodanmundo?

“why? Is there any problem?”

“Of course there is a problem! “If there are five tigers, there are five tigers.”

“right.”

“Then it’s stronger than Ho-kwon. “Ho-kwon is one tiger.”

“… … .”

What did I expect from him?

It was Mujin where I felt an inexplicable sense of self-destruction.

But, whether Mujin feels that way or not.

“I haven’t learned Dragon Fist yet, so what should I do, Mujin?”

Muhyul was alone with a face of deep worry.

Mujin thought of someone while washing his face without realizing it.

‘Hyegeol Sasukjo, what kind of fight are you fighting?’

It was a moment when the character Pyo (豹) drawn on the side of Muhyul’s head, engraved with joy by Hye-geol, saying that she had mastered the Pyo Gwon perfectly, caught my eye.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,