Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 191

◈ First in the world (2)

Namgung Geomwang reacted to Mujin’s words, but it was not the same kind of reaction as curiosity.

“How dare a bastard like a thunderbolt say the best thing in the world!”

anger. Or before Mujin responds with a laughable response.

Unheo Jinin, who was confronting Namgung Mugeuk, was the first to open his mouth.

“What that child said is true. “Senior Namgoong.”

“You’re not the same as before. “Are you trying to fool me with absurd lies to avoid a fight?”

“Have you not heard the rumor that Hyeon-Gwang of Shaolin has regained his health?”

“What difference does it make to a man who has been bedridden for over 30 years now that he has regained his health?”

As if there was no need for further conversation, Namgung Mugeuk began to make swords again.

However, Unhe Jinin retrieved the two swords and opened his mouth.

“Bondo was already defeated by him more than two years ago. “To Hyeon-gwang, who has been bedridden for over thirty years.”

Master Noh, who had long since lost interest in being the best in the world, spoke as if there was no reason to fight anymore.

For a moment, look at Unheo Jinin with a suspicious expression.

“If that is false, then the shaman will have to pay for deceiving me.”

Eventually, Namgung Mugeuk, whose excitement had cooled down, also retrieved his sword.

A rather vain result to end a gruesome battle.

Everyone who was watching the battle had bewildered expressions, but among them, there was one person who was the most urgent.

“I, Namgung Sword Emperor, senior! “How can you believe what they say!”

The person who shouted urgently was none other than Zhuge Gi-hwan, who had come back here, believing only in Namgung martial arts.

However, Namgung Mugeuk’s answer that came back was cold.

“How dare you, the bastard who sold Sega, make fun of me with your tongue?”

As Mujin expected, the purpose of Namgung Mugeuk was originally just a life-or-death relationship with Unheo Jinin.

Not only did he not care about the affairs of the Zhuge family, but Zhuge Qi-hwan, who brought in foreign forces for his greed for power, was close to the type of human being that Namgung Mu-geuk loathed.

Suddenly.

Namgung Mu-geuk swung his sword while looking at Zhuge Ki-hwan as if he were seeing a bug, and then Zhuge Gi-hwan let out a terrible scream.

“Kwaaaa!!”

“I cut off your legs so you can’t escape, so you guys can take care of the rest.”

Zhuge Gi-hwan, who was screaming and struggling on the floor with his leg cut off, looked like an insect.

At that time, a one-armed thief was watching the situation. Yeom Do-cheol realized that things were going wrong and moved quickly.

“There’s no need to keep that guy alive.”

Suddenly!

Once again, the bundle of strong energy that flew through the sword swung by Namgung Mugeuk tore Yeom Do-cheol’s body into pieces.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Naturally, there was silence in the area.

The people of the Zhuge family who were watching the situation from the wall were feeling dizzy.

The man who had suddenly invaded the world and threatened to kill everyone, suddenly said, ‘The best in the world is in Shaolin’, turned Zhuge Gi-hwan, who had come with him, into an asshole, and killed the robber.

To the people of the Zhuge Dynasty who valued logic and reason, Nangong Wugeuk’s behavioral style was ‘unpredictable’ itself.

In the meantime, Mujin was thinking of other things by himself.

‘No, you shouldn’t kill that guy, you ignorant old man!!’

At first glance, he was an executive of Shincheon who, although not at the level of the Seven Great Lords, seemed to have some useful information.

It would have been of great help to capture him, interrogate him, and obtain a psychic pill through Sacheondanga to feed him.

When Mujin was thinking of such thoughts.

After dealing with Yeomdo-cheol, Namgung Mugeuk retrieved his sword, looked at Mujin, and opened his mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“… … yes?”

“You said the best place in the world is in Shaolin, so shouldn’t you guide me to the best place in the world?”

“You mean right now?”

“If you are a boy, what you think of must be done immediately. Or is there any reason to delay it?”

“… … .”

Mujin felt momentarily speechless.

Although he was careful to use his body when he was worried, it was the first time he showed such recklessness.

‘If we wait too long, they’ll pull out their swords and accuse us of lying, right?’

Judging by what he did to Zhuge Ki-hwan and the one-armed thief just moments ago, he was a crazy old man.

A person who has no answers and has reached a level that he cannot even handle.

“… … I’ll just say a quick goodbye and we’ll be leaving right away. “Can you give me at least one day of time?”

“Tsk. “You’re being troublesome.”

Namgung Mugeuk clicked his tongue once, crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

Still, it seemed like Il Da-kyung was willing to make some concessions.

Since the greetings had to be completed in a short period of time, Mujin first asked Unheo Jinin.

“What are you planning to do with the Taegeuk Swordsman?”

“Now that Zhuge Qi-hwan is dead, this place will be safe for the time being. “I think I’ll just go back to Cheongsu and the shaman.”

After answering, Unheo Jinin looked at the Cheongsu seal.

“Cheongsu. “Let’s go.”

“yes. Taesajo!”

Cheongsu, who had jumped off the wall at Unheo Jinin’s call, stood next to him and greeted Mujin with a fist.

“When I became confident in my sword. We look forward to seeing you again. Mujin Do-nim.”

“I’ll see you later. “Cheongsu Seal.”

After greeting, Cheongsu Dojang quickly disappeared along with Unheo Jinin without any regrets.

Meanwhile, Mujin’s group, Zhuge Palace, and Zhuge Jinhui came to Mujin’s side.

“I didn’t know it would go this quickly. “Mujin Sohyeop.”

“If the situation is like this, there is nothing we can do. “After we arrive in Shaolin, I will contact you through Monk Bangjang.”

“I guess we’ll have to talk about it in detail later.”

After saying that, Zhuge Palace added with a look of regret.

“But is there really a need for us all to go back together?”

When Zhuge Gung looked at Mu-gyeong secretly and asked, Zhuge Jin-hee hurriedly pressed his father’s side with his elbow.

And before her father could say any more nonsense, she hurriedly spoke to Mujin.

“I hope you return safely to Shaolin. Monk Mujin.”

“… … Judging from the words and actions of the Nangung Sword Emperor, it seems that we will be safe at least until we reach Shaolin. More than that, I’m just sad that I’m leaving without being able to teach everything properly.”

Saying that, Mujin looked in the direction of the Zhuge family’s grand banquet hall.

‘I haven’t even touched an ultra-heavy piece of iron yet. shit.’

Mujin still had regrets about the exercise equipment she had put up as bait.

“As promised, I plan to visit Shaolin to install the Jinbeop soon. So, wouldn’t it be okay if you could tell me some additional training methods then?”

“Hmm. We will do that. Oh, if possible, then, some of those iron pieces… … .”

Mu-jin scratched his head and said, as if embarrassed, and Zhuge Jin-hee answered with a slight smile.

“I will make sure to take it with me.”

Mujin shook off his regrets after hearing her answer and bid farewell to her.

“Then I’ll see you later. Jegal, the head of the family. “Jegal Jinhee, Lord.”

After briefly saying hello, Mujin had to return to Shaolin, like roasting beans in the heat of lightning.

With some crazy old man.

* * *

One day, let’s head to Shaolin with Namgung Martial Arts.

“… … .”

“… … .”

The whole time they were moving, there was a terrible silence between Mujin and Namgung Mugeuk.

Namgung Mugeuk was not a man who used his mouth unnecessarily, and because he kept his mouth shut, Mujin and his group had no choice but to keep their mouths shut as well.

But it was just one or two hours, and trying to move around awkwardly for more than a day felt like death.

In particular, Mujin had nothing to do with it, but his companions kept giving him looks that said, ‘Please do something!’, so he had no choice but to talk to Namgung Mugeuk.

“Namgoong Noh Seon-bae.”

When Mujin called him, Namgung Mugeuk did not respond but just shifted his gaze to look at Mujin.

“Senior Noh, aren’t you uncomfortable being with me?”

“Are you talking about the Yongbong branch?”

“That’s right.”

In Yongbongjihoe, Namgung Jincheon, the grandson of Namgung Mugeuk, was defeated by Mujin. The question was whether he had any feelings about it.

Of course, Mugyeong and Mugung said, ‘Why are you asking me that now!’ He was glaring at Mujin.

On the other hand, Mujin said, ‘I can’t think of anything to talk about, what should I do?’ I looked at the two with a look in my eyes.

However, in reality, Namgung Mugeuk had an expression of indifference.

“You said winning or losing is a matter of illness, so is there any reason to be offended by something like that? In the end, the only important thing is to reach the top. On the contrary, I thought it was a good thing that you stimulated my grandson. “Jincheon will win in the end anyway.”

At Namgung Mugeuk’s answer, Mujin let out an inward exclamation.

‘I thought he was just a senile old man, but does he still have his own values?’

If you spit out these thoughts, your entire body will be cut off.

Muhyul asked with an innocent expression, perhaps because he was strangely curious about Namgung Mugeuk’s answer.

“Then, has Grandpa Namgoong ever lost?”

“Ukki~?”

At that rude question, everyone present looked at Namgung Mugeuk with nervous expressions, but he didn’t seem to be particularly concerned.

“I have never been defeated in a direct fight, but when I was young, I met a master who was several levels higher than me.”

Namgung Mugeuk answered and stroked his white beard as if reminiscing.

“okay. Thirty-eight years ago. That was the case with Cheonma when the Demonic Cult of Xinjiang invaded the central plains. “No matter what anyone says, he was the best person in the world at the time.”

Namgung Mugeuk, who was speaking with an expression as if he was recalling his first love, tilted his head.

“If you think about it, it was a really strange thing. A detachment of the Demonic Cult attacked Shaolin and crippled Hyeon-gwang. “It was something that did not suit the Heavenly Demon.”

Is it because there was a story related to Hyeon-gwang? Mujin asked actively.

“Are you saying that something didn’t suit the Heavenly Demon?”

“He was truly the best man in the world. Although the Demonic Cult is said to have invaded the midfield, he only competed in head-to-head combat. Our political sect shouldn’t have driven out the demonic cult like that either. Even if it took several years, he should have improved his skills and defeated the Heavenly Demon in a head-to-head fight.”

Namgung Mugeuk’s voice as he said that was filled with deep regret.

This was unavoidable.

To Namgung Mugeuk, the head of the small family of the Namgung family, who was just over 40 at the time, Cheonma was the person who taught him what Cheonoecheon was.

However, as he was a direct descendant of the Namgung family, rather than feeling humiliated or jealous of him, Namgung Mugeuk made the goal of defeating him with his own sword.

However, the goal of Namgung Martial Arts could not be achieved.

In order to fight against the Demonic Cult that invaded the central plains, the political factions formed an alliance, and at the time of the final battle.

About a hundred people, either secluded members of the political faction or retired veterans, had laid a trap and swarmed in to kill the Heavenly Demon.

In the process, many of the political faction’s veterans and members were almost killed, but Namgung Mugeuk was not satisfied with the results.

In that final trap, his father and the head of the previous generation’s Namgung also lost his life, but that was not a regret for him.

He was confident that if he had been given enough time, he would have surpassed the Heavenly Demon.

Since it was no longer possible to fight the Heavenly Demon one-on-one, Namgung Mugeuk changed his goal.

He became the head of the Namgung family, following in the footsteps of his father who passed away, and set his sights on being ‘the best in the world.’

Even while working as the head of the family, every night he recalled the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon that he had seen several times on the battlefield and engaged in fighting with an imaginary enemy.

Almost twenty years passed, and when he thought that his skills had reached the level of the Heavenly Demon he remembered.

He willingly handed over the position of head of the family to his son Namgung Chang-hwi and went on a non-military career.

To prove that he has surpassed that heavenly demon and that he is the best person in the world.

Even the Emperor Sword type, which he created to surpass his family’s Shingungjeol style of Changgung Muai Sword Technique, was also created with inspiration from Cheonma.

The martial arts of the Heavenly Demon that crushed dozens or hundreds of political faction masters. It was a martial art created by remembering the Heavenly Demon Lord’s Revelation every night.

* * *

After finishing the story about the Heavenly Demon of the past, Namgung Mugeuk just walked away with his mouth closed, as if he was lost in thought.

In the end, Mujin and his group had to move quickly, using the awkward silence as their companion again.

And soon, Mujin and his group began to see the all-too-familiar shape of the mountain.

“Somehow, I feel like I’m back home.”

It was the Mujin group that returned to Seongsan after about seven months.

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