Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 153

◈ Heuksi (3)

This was a world where ‘class’ existed, and it was a world where ‘slaves’ existed.

However, these are the people recognized by the country. For example, it simply means those involved in treason or those captured through war.

Those bought and sold here in Heuksi are illegal slaves. In other words, they were people who were enslaved by massacring, capturing, or kidnapping villages in the mountains.

However, the slave market where illegal slaves were bought and sold did not exist only here in Gyerim Heuksi.

However, this place only had a branch manager related to Shincheon, and Shincheon took a huge stake in human trafficking.

To find children with unique constitutions.

If things had gone according to the original history, they would have carried out countless human trafficking through Paedo-bang and Cheonryu Sangdan.

In the process, children with unusual constitutions found are taken away from Sincheon, and most of those who do not are brought to Gyerim Heuksi and sold.

Through this, this place was expected to grow into a terrible black city boasting the largest slave market in the Central Plains within a few years.

Of course, thanks to Mujin’s activities, the Paedo Party disappeared, and Cheonryu Sangdan eliminated all of Shincheon’s subordinates.

‘In the end, it must have somehow created a huge slave market.’

Just looking at the Daegeum Sangdan and Eunha Sangdan instead of the Cheonryu Sangdan, Shincheon will not stop collecting children with unique constitutions.

Because that was the way to increase their power.

So, there was no way to give up on expanding the slave market, which could destroy evidence and even make money in the process.

There is one fortunate thing.

‘But it’s still small.’

The number of slaves they can see now is only about six or seven. Including the people who buy and sell them, there are about twenty.

The size of the Gyerim Black Poetry described in the novel could not even be compared to this, and it was said that every time the Black Poetry was held, hundreds of illegal slaves and slave traders filled the place.

It was a moment when I remembered that it was a good idea to come and sort it out before it got bigger.

“… … “What are you going to do?”

While looking at the ugly sight of the slave market, Mugung asked with a stern expression.

“What are you asking about the obvious?”

In the meantime, in order to stop Shincheon’s pranks, Mujin had to come up with and implement some pretty annoying methods.

The forces they delved into were all political factions, and on the outside they were pretending to be okay.

However, is there a need to use any means and methods to punish those who openly commit human trafficking?

“I have to kill them all.”

“Kill me?”

The children looked surprised at Mujin’s words.

Perhaps because they were children who had studied Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, they still seemed to have a strong aversion to murder.

“Then, are you afraid that those scum will try to reform?”

As Mujin made a bitter expression as he looked at those being held to be sold as slaves and those who were harassing and criticizing them, the children could not bear to say anything.

“The precept to not kill is good, but I can’t ignore people like that just to improve my spirit.”

The reason I came here in the first place was to interfere with Shincheon’s plan, but that rational reason was not important now.

What justification can give cover to the ugly act of human trafficking?

Ttuduk.

Moo-jin, who relaxed his muscles by bending his neck from side to side, approached the middle-aged man who was shackling the young woman.

“Cluck cluck. “It looks like Nokrimdo is looking for a woman to use in the mountains.”

The man who thought Mujin was a prospective purchaser asked with a smile.

But instead of answering the man’s words, he approached the woman who was lying on the floor in shackles and handcuffs.

“Hehe. “It’s a high-quality product, so please take a closer look.”

Mujin approached the woman, ignoring the words of the man who was smiling sinisterly, and stretched out his hands towards the woman.

“Do not touch the product carelessly… … .”

Crackle!

The man was about to say something to Mujin, but he momentarily silenced his mouth as Mujin broke the woman’s handcuffs with his bare hands, accompanied by a loud clanging sound.

Crackle!

Then, when Mujin broke the shackles on her feet, the man finally came to his senses and shouted.

“Yes you bastard! “What are you doing?”

When Mujin, who had given freedom to the woman’s body, stood up, the man started pointing and yelling something.

puck!

With a strange hitting sound, the man closed his mouth.

“Ugh… … .”

No, he was letting out a faint moan. Before I knew it, I was barely holding on to the fist-sized hole in my abdomen.

visor!

visor!!

At the same time, the sound of weapons being drawn rang out from all directions.

From the moment Mujin broke the woman’s handcuffs, the eyes of those nearby were already focused on Mujin.

“If you’re a Nokrimdo Island, you’re just going to steal from the mountains, so why are you committing misbehavior at someone else’s place of business?”

A man who appeared to be a warrior from Amcheonhoe, which manages the Gyerim Heuksi, groggily asked Mujin a question.

“You idiot. “Since when did the Safa bastards fight over dividing our business and your business?”

Mujin, who laughed at the guy, made a surprise attack.

“Oops!”

The guy, who wasn’t very good at stepping forward, fell after one hit.

“Kill it!!”

“Damn bandits!!!”

The warriors of Amcheonhoe who were around. In addition, the dark merchants and some customers who came here for business attacked Mujin.

Meanwhile, hearing the commotion, people from other places started to flock towards this place.

It goes without saying, but just like Mujin, there were quite a few people who attacked the group, who were dressed as bandits.

However, everyone was already accustomed to melee thanks to the battle in Shintubidong and the battle with the Northern Wind Pyo Nation.

They began to fight against the enemies who attacked them without much difficulty, but the atmosphere was strangely different from the battle with Shintubidong or the Northern Wind Pyoguo.

‘I guess Sajo’s job is to deal with these guys.’

The first to bring about change was Mu-gyeong.

For the first time in his life, he acted according to his own judgment without being tainted by madness.

Because he grew up listening to the story of Hye-gwan, the chief priest of the Mysterious God, he eventually came to accept Mu-jin’s story.

Kwasik!!

Mu-gyeong killed his enemies very efficiently, using the countless martial arts he had learned in Shaolin and the various martial arts he had experienced in Yongbongjihoe, Shintubidong, and Heukwoongchae in a timely manner.

Using Geumnasu and Jibeop to kill by bloodletting, using Kwonbeop or Jangbeop to kill by hitting the heart or intestines to explode the organs, and using Gakbeop or Tobeop to break the opponent’s legs and then killing the person who fell on the floor.

He even took away the sword or spear that the opponent was swinging, and then swung it more freely than the guy who was using the weapon that he had been watching, creating a hole in the opponent’s body.

As the number of opponents he killed increased, Mu-gyeong’s killing skills became more natural, and when his martial arts became naturally alive.

– Hehehe. I see that your eyes are turning again. Does that mean you want to die?

The all-too-familiar voice of Sajo penetrated his ears.

Of course, Hyegwan was not actually here. It’s just a tone engraved in my mind thanks to the beatings of love that have taken place over the past four years.

“Hyung.”

After hearing that voice, Mu-gyeong hiccuped as the memory of the love hawk came to her mind.

‘I need to stabilize my mind and body through Buddhist practice.’

Mu-gyeong, who escaped from his life-saving state, was afraid that his eyes would turn again, so he began to avoid martial artists with a strong sense of life as much as possible.

However, that didn’t mean that sprinklers weren’t used.

Meanwhile, Mu-gyeong and Mu-jin are slaughtering their enemies. Mugung was also in trouble of his own.

However, there was no time to leisurely worry about such things in this complicated situation.

Therefore, I had to end my worries as quickly as possible.

“Hey!!”

In the end, Mugung also began to use martial arts for execution rather than for suppression.

I was afraid of what would happen if the Shaolin adults found out that I had broken the commandment to not kill.

‘No matter what, it seems wrong to keep these guys alive!’

Mugung, who was still young, felt that it was not right to forgive these evildoers.

Those who must have suffered terrible things from them. And what is the crime of those who will probably suffer terrible things in the future!

On the other hand, the gentle Muhyul could not bear to kill his enemies.

“I’ll make sure you don’t do bad things next time!!”

“Ukki! Wookkikki!!”

Instead, he was turning his opponent into an asshole.

“Mister, please be a good person too!!”

I didn’t know why the sight of him disintegrating the bones of his limbs into dozens of pieces while laughing seemed the most vicious.

Meanwhile, surprisingly, the quietest one was the Cheongsu Dojo.

Normally, I would have been swinging my sword like a madman as if I had a chance to further improve my swordsmanship.

For some reason, he was looking somewhere in the distance with a half-fazed look on his face.

* * *

A quiet pavilion located in a corner of Shaolin Temple. There, two old men were exchanging drinks.

“Tsk. It’s like a nasty bug. “Why did you bring in a disciple from someone else’s sect without even telling me?”

“Heulheul. “Binseung, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

When Unheo Jin-in asked while frowning, Hyeon-gwang could only answer with a hollow smile.

“Why did you drag our Cheongsu into the monkhood of your great-great-grandson, Mujin or something?”

“Surely Mujin had to involve Cheongsu Dojang? “I guess Cheongsu Dojang chased after Mujin.”

In response to Hyeon-gwang’s answer, Unheo Jin-in clicked his tongue as if he was not surprised and tipped his drink.

He also guessed that much.

Because he was the one who originally told Cheongsu Dojang that he would go out and see the world sometime soon.

It’s just that I didn’t expect the shaman to storm out like this without saying a word.

Unheo Jin-in came to Shaolin thinking that if Cheongsu had disappeared somewhere without a word, it might be somehow related to Mujin. He was soon able to figure out the whole situation through the fact that Mujin was not in Shaolin either.

“Hehehe. If you just hug your child like that, he or she will not grow properly. Malko Taoist.”

“At least it doesn’t seem like something you would say. Tsk.”

Unheo Jinin frowned upon hearing that Palbulchul was called Palbulchul.

“And, I’m not worried about going out into the world. “I’m not the kind of kid who goes anywhere and gets beaten up.”

“Then, what are you so worried about?”

“When I witnessed the ugliness of the world. “I was just worried that the child might become a sword demon.”

“Hehehe. “This child has been taught by a shaman for the past ten years, so why can’t he be trusted that much?”

For some reason, instead of getting angry at Hyeon-gwang’s question, Unheo Jin-in showed a bitter expression.

“You don’t know. “Why did that child become Geomtooth?”

Rumbling.

Unheo Jinin, who spoke unidentified words, poured alcohol into his own glass and took another sip.

“And, I don’t know the exact reason either.”

Despite the somewhat absurd story, Hyeon-gwang did not add a word, but quietly waited for Unheo Jin-in’s next words.

“clear water. The first person to discover the child was Sajil Song Baek, his first disciple. While Sajil was traveling around Gangho, he accidentally discovered a village full of magic bandits. After defeating the magic bandits there, while searching for survivors in the village, they found a child who must have been just over ten years old, lying in a pool of blood holding a sword. “With the corpse of the demon enemy.”

“… … .”

“In the end, Songbaek Sajil, unable to find a guardian, brought the child to a shaman, and the child had lost his memory. Only, he didn’t let go of that one sword as if it meant everything in the world. “Because we didn’t even know his name, we decided to call him ‘Cheongsu.’”

Rumbling.

After finishing speaking, Unheo Jinin poured the alcohol into the empty glass again and drank it.

“That’s why, even though I told him to look at the world, he’s afraid. The past of that child that we do not know, the past in which the child had no choice but to become Geomtooth. “I am afraid that the child will be burdened with greater karma than my teachings.”

* * *

The Cheongsu Dojang watched the martial arts group fighting with a distant look on its face.

No, it’s just how it appears on the outside.

What he saw was not a bloody reality.

There was just as much bloodshed, but not now, but dozens of years ago.

I was watching a scene from a forgotten memory.

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