Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 111

◈ Four Shaolin monks (3)

In a place where people from the five generations gathered, the late exponents were all looking at the non-stage together.

This was because it was the secretary of Cheongsu Dojang, who was said to be Namgung Jincheon’s only rival in the current martial arts world.

“ha ha ha. Namgoong hyung! This matchup has become really strange. At this rate, I will have to win against Cheongsu Dojang in the semifinals to be able to meet Namgung in the finals.”

The man who won all the remaining matches and acted as if he would of course go to the finals was none other than Peng Gahu, a direct descendant of Peng Ga.

“It would be fun if that happens.”

Namgung Jincheon answered bluntly with an expression that did not look interesting at all.

However, it wasn’t like I was preoccupied with watching the sparring on the off-stage.

In the first place, Nangong Jincheon was not interested in Peng Jiahu, nor was he even particularly interested in Cheongsu Dojang.

Who cares who the other person is? After all, you are the one who will rise to the top.

Because of that very obvious proposition, Namgung Jincheon did not attach much meaning to competing with someone.

“Sniff.”

However, Paenggahu’s face turned slightly red as he felt ignored after trying so hard to talk to him.

Originally, the Hebei Peng family was born with great muscles and a fiery temperament. Since their martial arts skills were also largely subversive, it was almost useless not to get angry here.

If the opponent hadn’t been the head of the Nangong family, they probably would have attacked right away.

Just then, the sparring on the off-stage came to an end.

The result was a victory for the Cheongsu Dojo, as most people expected.

And the next dance was Pangafu’s turn.

“Then let’s go!”

Pangahu decided to release the anger that had built up thanks to Namgung Jincheon through this meeting.

* * *

“Pangahuoe!”

“It is the martial arts of Shaolin. Amitabha Buddha.”

Pangahu, who greeted in a gruff voice, looked at the young monk who had become the target of his anger.

For some reason, the monk named Muhyul seemed a bit intimidated even before the dance began.

‘Hehehe. ‘You seem to be frightened by my name!’

Paenggahu decided to play with it a little to vent his anger and swung the sword as if he was playing a joke.

And Muhyul avoided Tao as if it was only natural.

‘indeed! Since we’ve reached this point, the basics are done!’

After swinging the sword a couple of times, Paenggahu further increased his strength in the Danjeon.

As the level of internal attack increased, Paengga’s unique and rogue methods naturally unfolded.

“Hwajja!”

The opponent was simply dodging his own sword techniques. No, it would be nice if I could just avoid it. He threw his body around, making strange noises as if he was playing a prank.

“How can a person called a monk move so frivolously?”

When he felt like the other person was playing with him, Paenggahu, who was already very angry, started to use his famous sword, Five Tiger Danmundo.

The beginning is the appearance of the fierce tiger (猛虎出現), the first moment of the Five Tiger Danmundo.

The pottery that erupted from his sword flew towards Muhyul, drawing a tiger-like shape.

“Ahh! “It’s a real tiger!”

Muyul was in awe and started running wild on the off-stage.

In other words, it was said that they had avoided the appearance of a fierce tiger unleashed by Peng Jiahu.

Feeling like he was being made fun of, Peng Gahu raised his internal strength as much as he could and performed as many moves as he could.

The energy emanating from his Tao sometimes resembles a tiger swinging its front paw. Sometimes, it erupted in the shape of a tiger’s molars.

‘Hehehe. I remember playing with Sajo.’

Muhyul, who had forgotten his fear of the five tigers, was smiling brightly and dodging all of their attacks.

It was like this even when he was sparring with Hye-geol, the founder of Sajo. When Hye-geol created tigers with Ho-kwon’s herbivory, Mu-hyul would avoid the attacks with various movements based on instinct.

To the pure Muhyul, it was closer to playing tag with Hye-geol than training.

Of course, that’s just from Muhyul’s point of view.

“Yes Inooooom!!”

Blood appeared on Pangahu’s forehead as he dodged his own movements and laughed.

Of course, Muhyul was just laughing because he was happy, but in Pangahu’s eyes, it only seemed like a sneer.

That’s right, sometimes that damn thing soared into the air, spreading its arms out to the sides and waving as if imitating a bird, and sometimes it flailed its body like a mollusk, letting go of water, and even jumped on all fours to avoid it.

“How dare this monkey-like bastard mock me!!!”

Pangahu screamed again, but it was unfair to Muhyul.

The one who flew up imitating a bird was Hak-kwon’s application of herbivory, and the one who fluttered was Sa-kwon. Running on all fours was an application of the ticket.

“It’s not a monkey, it’s a crane, a snake, and a leopard?”

When Muhyul asked back with an innocent face, Pangahu, who was so angry that he made a decision.

This is a secret technique that he who has mastered the Five Tiger Danmundo to the Chilseong level can perform. Sabanghogyeokjin (四方虎挌陣).

Four lumps of sword energy erupted at intervals from Pangafu’s sword, which he swung in succession in a vicious manner that seemed to tear apart the space.

Each pottery took on the shape of a different tiger and flew in all directions of the martial arts.

As before, Muhyul moved around to avoid the pottery using instinctive movements, but no matter how Muhyul was, it was difficult to avoid all the pottery flying in from all directions.

In the end, Muhyul, who had no way to avoid the last flying sword, had no choice but to open his ticket.

Before he knew it, Muyul’s hands were spewing out water energy like a leopard’s claws, and it was the moment when Muhyul’s water energy and the tiger created by Paenggahu clashed.

bang!!

With a strong explosion of alcohol, the pottery of the Pangafu was scattered.

“uh?”

Muhyul, who blocked Pangahu’s sword, tilted his head.

Paeng Gahu, who had lost his breathing for a moment after unfolding the season, was looking at Muhyul while trying to catch his breath.

I was wondering why that guy was acting like that all of a sudden.

And the next word from Muhyul was enough to cut off Paeng Gahu’s reason.

“Why are tigers weaker than leopards?”

“Yes Inooooom!!!!”

For a moment, I hope that Pangahu, who has completely lost his sense of reason, raises the stakes in the Dantian and swings his sword like a madman.

“Cough. “It’s big.”

Pangahu, who was wielding the sword, suddenly coughed, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

It was a coin attack in which fire was added to the rapid consumption of internal energy.

* * *

“Hey… … .”

Mujin, who was watching the dance between Muyul and Pangahu, let out an exclamation filled with various emotions.

“That’s how you win?”

It was a method that Mujin could never have imagined.

‘If I encounter a bad-tempered villain in the future, I can just send Muyul away.’

It seems that Muhyul is an instant medicine for those with bad tempers.

‘but. ‘It was like that in the military.’

The person who is inherently foul-tempered and short-tempered is not the senior soldier, the ace in the unit, or the junior who is born out of thin air.

The bright and innocent torturer was truly the best.

Even if you get angry, you don’t listen, and you laugh without even understanding, so you get angry and go crazy.

In that sense, Mu-hyul’s brightness could be said to be a human compatibility for those who are in a hurry.

‘You took a kid like that and taught him how to vote…’ … .’

For some reason, Mu-jin developed respect for the character Hye-geol. Perhaps a sari is growing somewhere on Hye-geol’s body.

Mujin erased the useless sentiment that came to his mind for a moment and approached Muyul, who had won the competition, and spoke to him.

“why? Is there any problem?”

Even though Muyul won the dance, Mujin had a strange expression on his face, so Mujin asked, and Muyul answered by tilting his head.

“It’s strange, Mujin. I said it was definitely a tiger, but it is weaker than a leopard. Are tigers actually weaker than leopards? Then why is Ho-kwon next to Pyo-kwon?”

Mujin answered Muyul’s innocent question with a chuckle.

“I guess the tiger over there is a little weak.”

“ah. “It’s a fake tiger!”

It was a conversation that, if the people of Hebei Paengga heard it, would have caused a group attack.

Well, either way, Muhyul smiled happily and said, as if he had gotten a clear answer.

“But why did Mujin come up?”

“The next dance is my turn.”

It was Mujin who did not come forward to meet Muyul, but for the next dance.

Towards Mujin, Muyul spoke with a bright expression.

“You’ll come down soon, right? “I’ll be waiting!”

In Muhyul’s innocent mind, the image of Mujin being defeated did not even exist.

The draw was so pure that it was impossible to calculate that if Mujin won this match, he would face Mujin in the third match.

* * *

Meanwhile.

Unlike the friendly atmosphere of the Shaolin disciples, the atmosphere of the Five Emperors was quite serious.

“Gahoo! “Come to your senses!”

“Bring the medicine! hurry!!”

To be precise, people from the Pan family were in an uproar.

“Damn you bastards! “I can’t believe you approach your duties in such a despicable way!”

“We must complain to Shaolin immediately!”

“The priority is to treat Gafu first! “You have to fix it before your Qi and blood become distorted due to the coin attack!”

The atmosphere was extremely ghastly as the Panga people, who boasted of their rugged faces and rugged stature, were shouting loudly.

‘Tsk. It’s so pathetic.’

Of course, there were some who found such a situation pitiful. One of them was Zhuge Jinhui.

She was almost embarrassed that the Zhuge family to which she belonged was grouped into the Five Great Families along with such idiots.

Feeling like her eyes and ears were rotting, she struggled to turn her gaze to the off-stage.

This was because he knew that the next dance was Mujin’s turn.

But why?

Even though she was watching Mujin climb onto the non-stage, an uneasy feeling remained in her heart.

And although I was trying hard to ignore the cause of that feeling of discomfort, I was aware of it to some extent.

“oh. It’s already my turn. Jinhee unni. “I’ll go first~”

After their first meeting, the woman kept hanging out with them, pretending to be friendly. She said goodbye to Dang So-mi and Jegal Jin-hee and headed to the rain stage.

Mujin’s sparring opponent in this match was Dang So-mi.

However, Zhuge Jinhui did not feel uncomfortable simply because Tang Xiaomi was sparring with Mu Jin.

The cause of the discomfort she feels. That’s right.

‘Why is the outfit different from the first game… … ?’

It was because of Dang So-mi’s attire.

Commonly called a cheongsam, a tight-fitting garment that exposes one leg.

On the way to the Yongbong branch meeting, Dang So-mi appeared wearing that bold outfit.

And Dang So-mi, who chose a bold outfit, headed to the off-stage with a light gait.

Every time she took a brisk step, her right leg was slightly exposed through the open side of her cheongsam.

Naturally, the attention of the crowd surrounding the off-stage was focused on her legs, but Dang So-mi didn’t care.

Not only was she originally a confident personality who didn’t care about what others thought, but it was also a means of attracting attention in the first place.

‘What kind of reaction will there be?’

She looked at Mujin across from her, trying hard to hide the feeling that she was going to die of fun.

The blunt man that Jegal Jin-hee, who says he is not interested in Namgung Jincheon, has his eyes on.

A monk from Shaolin Temple!

In many ways, he was an interesting experiment partner.

“Nice to meet you, Monk Mujin.”

Before sparring, she greeted Mujin with a bright smile.

“Amitabha Buddha. Nice to meet you. “Dang So-mi, Lord.”

As always, Mujin accepted her greeting along with the class president in an indifferent manner.

“Monk Mujin. “Do you know anything?”

Despite the indifferent reaction, Dang So-mi opened her mouth with a bright smile and a seductive attitude as she walked slowly as if she were taking a walk on an off-stage.

As if drawing a circle with Mujin at the center.

She was walking with her body slightly stretched out at a diagonal angle, and as she took a step, the bare skin of her right leg exposed through the cheongsam was naturally reflected in Mujin’s eyes.

The referee, who was distracted for a moment, cleared his throat and quickly opened his mouth.

“Hmm. Dang sojeo. “Should we start rubbing soon?”

“ah. “It’s okay to start.”

Only then did she stop walking at the referee’s words and responded with a charming smile.

“I will begin the dance with Sojeo Dang So-mi from Sacheon Danga and Monk Mujin from Shaolin!”

The referee shouted, but instead of performing martial arts, Dang So-mi spoke to Mu-jin again.

“I’m talking about what Jinhee said during her sparring match with Hong So-il in the first match.”

“I’m not particularly interested. How about starting to mix slowly? “Dang So-mi, Lord.”

Mujin still answered in an indifferent manner, but Dang Somi didn’t care.

She crossed her arms behind her back and tilted her upper body slightly forward.

The clothes did not expose the upper body at all, but due to the posture, the outline of the body was revealed through the already tight clothes.

With such a bold stance in place, she opened her mouth.

“Jegal Jinhee said she is not interested in men who are weaker than her.”

“I guess so.”

“But you know what? Actually, I am like that too.”

As she said that, Dang So-mi’s brightly smiling face showed a strange color.

Looking at Dang So-mi like that, Mu-jin thought.

‘… … I was curious because it didn’t appear in the novel, but I never thought she was crazy.’

Mu-jin also had a vague sense of what Dang So-mi was doing.

The beauty world that I only heard about!

Just in case there is a problem.

‘I can’t believe I’m performing a beauty contest against a monk.’

From Mujin’s perspective, it was an action that only made him think that her mental state was poor.

And there was a proverb that has been handed down since ancient times.

‘For mental illness, the rod is the effective medicine.’

To cure her illness, Mujin diagnosed that she needed physical therapy.

“Amitabha Buddha.”

Mu-jin, who gave a disapproving look as if he was handing down a death sentence, launched himself at her.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,