Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 195

◈ Blood monk (3)

Chamhoe-dong was quite a huge space.

Originally, Mujin and his party only had to practice face-wall training at the entrance to Chamhoe-dong, but they continued to walk inside the cave to find the blood demon.

And once I got inside, a scene began to unfold that made me think that this was really a ‘prison.’

Throughout the cave, there were spaces dug out that were unknown whether they were artificially dug or naturally occurring.

In each such space, there were bars made of iron, and people with their arms and legs in shackles were locked inside the bars.

However, the appearance of being locked up is similar. The reactions of those trapped were varied.

“You bastards!!! “I’m telling you to release me!!”

“I will never forgive you!!! If you leave here, I will kill all of you Shaolin bastards!”

There were also crazy people who were yelling and arguing with Mujin and the others.

“Cluck cluck. “What are these young middle-aged guys doing to this?”

“Hehehehe. Aren’t you tired of playing? “If you will just take my throne out of here, I will give you gold and silver treasures as a gift.”

“Poor bastards who don’t even know the joys of this world. “This body will teach you about Unwoojirak, so if you are interested, come and have a look.”

There were also people who tried to seduce Mujin and his party with rude words.

And every time Mujin encountered such prisoners, he got closer to the iron bars.

I wasn’t trying to fight the prisoner trapped inside.

The people who were trapped here in the first place were all people whose Danjeon was damaged and some of the muscles in their limbs were also damaged, so they were barely able to live their daily lives. It was an opponent where the outcome was obvious even if we fought.

Nevertheless, the reason why Mujin approached the prisoners. That was to find the blood demon.

“Senior Noh, can you tell me the nickname you had when you were active in Kangho?”

“Cluck cluck. It seems like you’re interested in Unwoojirak. “If I were to speak in person, I was an old lady who was called an unrivaled phantom demon in the rivers and lakes.”

However, the old people Mujin spoke to were not all blood demons.

After hearing the other person’s nickname, Mujin lightly clicked his tongue and stepped back.

“what. “He was an idiot I had never heard of.”

“Rice, you idiot!? “You’re crazy because you want to die!”

“If you want to kill me, just kill me.”

Whether the prisoner with his eyes rolled back shouted or not, Mujin responded by digging his ears with his little fingers.

The people who were really giving Mujin a hard time were not the prisoners who screamed like that.

“Tsk. “It happened again this time.”

When I walked around Chamhoe-dong, I often saw prisoners like that.

These guys are just lying there like corpses with completely lost faces. They are alive but no different from corpses.

“Senior Noh?”

Even when Mujin approached the iron bars and called out to them, there was no response at all.

‘shit. Surely that old man isn’t a blood demon?’

Every time Mujin encountered such people, such worries would come to mind.

I wonder if the arrival here was too late and the blood demon may have already given up on life and ended up in that state.

“Whew. “For now, let’s move on.”

Still, we decided to go to Mujin first and explore all the way to the innermost part.

Even if you look all the way inside, there is no blood demon.

‘At that time, it would mean that one of those who gave up on life was a blood demon.’

There was a problem of how to persuade a human who was no better than a vegetable to learn martial arts, but Mujin decided to check all the normal ones first.

How long did it take for Mujin and his group to go deep into Chamhoe-dong?

“… … “I think this is the last time?”

Mugung, who was walking with Mujin, looked ahead and said.

The end of the long passageway that runs inside Chamhoe-dong. There was an iron bar where the last prisoner was placed.

And inside the iron bars, as before, was an old prisoner whose limbs were chained.

“Tsk.”

Despite their voices, their faces, sitting on the floor with their eyes closed, looked no different from those who had given up on life before.

Mujin looked at the old prisoner with his eyes closed for a moment and then slowly approached the iron bars that imprisoned the prisoner.

Anyway, from now on, I had to go to those people one by one and try to persuade them, so I thought I was at a loss.

“Can you tell me what senior Noh’s nickname is?”

At the question of Mujin, who was standing close to the iron bars, the old man, who had his eyes closed like a corpse, suddenly opened them.

The sight of the old man opening his eyes was truly worthy of the onomatopoeia ‘flashing’.

When his eyes were closed, he looked like a corpse, but when he opened his eyes, a strange energy was radiating from him.

‘Surely, there will be no inner strength due to the abolition of Danjeon?’

While Mujin was wondering such questions. The old prisoner opened his eyes and asked.

“Why is Ahae of Shaolin asking about Nobu’s nickname?”

Is it because we haven’t spoken for a long time? The old man’s voice had a sharpness to it, as if it were scraping metal.

“We are Shaolin disciples who committed a sin and were imprisoned in the Penitentiary Hall.”

In response to the old man’s question, Mujin spoke out what he had been thinking about since he heard the news about blood demons.

As he was thinking about how to persuade the blood demon to learn martial arts, Mujin’s thoughts naturally reached the blood monk in the novel.

How was a blood monk able to learn martial arts from a blood demon?

And this was the conclusion Mujin came to.

“But we don’t think it’s a sin. So, I just want to learn the great martial arts of the old soldiers here and take revenge on the Shaolin adults who imprisoned us here.”

What is the best revenge you can take on those who imprisoned you? Wouldn’t the best revenge be to have that disciple die?

It was Moo-jin who inferred that the blood demon in the novel may also have taught martial arts to Mu-gyeong for that reason.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!!”

Did Mujin’s prediction work? Suddenly he burst into laughter mixed with a screeching sound.

“I will learn the martial arts of the prisoners imprisoned here and take revenge on Shaolin?”

“That’s right.”

“Hehehe. That’s funny. “How can you take revenge on Shaolin with the martial arts of those who were defeated and imprisoned by Shaolin?”

“I heard that story. The story is that forty-eight adults of Shaolin came together and a great expert called ‘Blood Demon’, whom they managed to catch even after using three of the eighteen Nahanjin techniques, is imprisoned here. If we learn the martial arts of that Blood Demon and engage in guerrilla warfare, revenge would not be a dream.”

Mujin asked with a probing feeling to check if the other person was a blood demon.

And the answer that came back was quite surprising.

“Hoo? “You heard the story about Nobu?”

Doesn’t that mean that the old prisoner is a blood demon?

However, the reaction that followed was a little different from Mujin’s expectations.

“So, I will learn my martial arts and take revenge on the monk?”

From the Blood Demon’s eyes as he asked that question, an enormous amount of murderous energy emanated.

Although he was clearly an old man who had lost his martial arts skills, his life was genuine.

Apart from the energy wave, in terms of the concentration of ‘life’, it was comparable to that king.

‘shit. ‘Did you catch me lying?’

It was something difficult to accept easily. How many years has Mujin’s health trainer Jjambap been there?

Health trainers are also a type of service job. It’s also a service job that requires one-on-one interaction with customers for an hour each class.

Mujin had reached a point where he could smile on his face even while swearing inside.

‘Did the other kids fail to manage their facial expressions?’

Naturally, Mujin’s thoughts turned to the children who were watching the situation from behind.

Since the plan was told to the children in advance, everyone must have managed their facial expressions in their own way, but it seemed difficult to fool an old man of that size.

But Mujin did not give up.

From the beginning, there was one method left that I had considered as the last thing.

“Isn’t this a bad thing for Senior Bloodman?”

As Mujin spoke about enduring the blood demon’s death, the blood demon showed interest. Keeping that sticky, childish way of life.

“It’s not a bad story for me?”

“Senior, you can’t get out of here anyway, right? So, why not take one last gamble on us? Rather than rotting here for the rest of your life and having your life-saving skills disappear, why not take a final gamble?”

At Mujin’s suggestion, the blood demon silently glares at Mujin for a moment.

The deadly force emanating from the blood demon disappeared as if it had never existed from the beginning.

He decided to accept Mujin’s offer.

However, I did not believe the words of the young monk in front of me.

It is said that Hosayupi Insa Yumyeong (虎死留皮 human death world name), so what should a warrior leave behind when he dies?

Hyeolma was a martial artist who was once famous in the world, and he wanted to leave his nickname and martial arts legacy to the world.

It was like an opportunity to fulfill the last dream of my life that I had given up on because I had to live here for the rest of my life.

However, he had no intention of passing on his martial arts skills to just anyone.

“Let me test to see where I can learn my Blood God Demonic Art.”

Those who can pass their exams.

He was a blood demon who wanted a successor who could master the martial arts skills and show off his martial arts skills and reputation in the martial arts world.

Even what they were planning to do with his martial arts skills was of no interest to him.

His only interest was the talent and intelligence of those little monks.

“What is that test?”

In response to Mujin’s question, the blood demon opened his mouth. However, it was not an explanation of the test.

For a moment, I hope that the metaphysical expressions of unknown identity will continue without hesitation.

“What I’m talking about just now is the savior of the Blood God Demonic Technique’s Ilcho Sik. “I will only teach the Blood God Demonic Art to the person who succeeds in learning and performing it within three days.”

“I’m sorry, but could you tell me again? It’s too long to memorize… … .”

“joy. “If you are an Oseong who cannot memorize even the simplest form of a single phrase at once, then you are not qualified to even learn the martial arts of this place.”

The sight of the Blood Demon snorting made blood appear on Mujin’s forehead without him even realizing it.

‘shit. It’s extremely expensive for an old man who lost his martial arts skills and is locked up.’

If he’s trapped here, he’s probably lived a pretty trash life to begin with. It was Mujin, where the word respect for the elderly did not even come to mind.

‘If it wasn’t for the Blood God Demon Attack, I would have hit him.’

Mujin was wondering how to coax the old man into listening to him one more time, but he soon realized that his worries were useless.

When I looked back, I saw Mu-gyeong with her eyes closed, immersed in deep meditation.

The phrases that Hyeolma spoke of were long enough to fit several pages in a booklet, even if they were not words, but Mu-gyeong actually memorized them all after hearing them once.

Is it because Mu-jin and his companions’ eyes were focused on Mu-gyeong, who had her eyes closed?

Blood Demon also looked at Mu-gyeong with an interested face.

‘Hmm. Still, that guy seems like he could be of some use.’

Just by memorizing a few pages worth of phrases in one go, I was meeting the very minimum requirements.

The problem now is to unravel the true meaning of Gugyeol, which is compressed into a few pages of the book.

If the true meaning were fully explained, the reality would be enough to fill a book.

Will that young monk be able to solve that complicated problem in three days?

How long did it take for Blood Demon to look at Mu-gyeong with those thoughts in mind?

Mu-gyeong, who had been watching the bet with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly assumed a certain posture.

“!!!”

The blood demon looked surprised for the first time at that sight.

“Whoa.”

As Mu-gyeong took a deep breath and exhaled to use his internal energy, some of the internal energy flowing through his body was released to the outside through several blood vessels, including the intestines.

Weeeeeee.

Small beads like raindrops began to form in the air.

Blood God Demon Attack. One-day meal. Blood Friendship Association.

It was a herbivorous diet that was the beginning of the Hemolymph God Demonic Gong, and it was an herbivorous diet that utilized internal energy to create the hemolymph.

After that, the herbalists were discussing ways to use the blood they had created to launch various attacks and how to use energy to do so.

In the end, if I couldn’t freely deploy that one herbal food, the remaining herbal food was either actor or mana.

From that perspective. I was only able to make one Mugyeong, but that wasn’t the important part.

‘I can’t believe I succeeded in doing that in less than a day after just hearing it explained once!’

The Blood Demon tried to control his wonder and opened his mouth.

“That’s enough, take your bet. “It’s an unsuitable color for ‘hemophilia.’”

The raindrops created by Mu-gyeong had a golden color. This was because the inner strength of Mu-gyeong was from the Buddhist religion that originated in Shaolin.

‘Once you learn the Heavenly Blood Absorption method, you will naturally return to the color red.’

After organizing his thoughts up to that point, Blood Demon asked Mu-gyeong, who had already gained strength.

“Why did you take the cardinal method that was not taught and spread the basic method?”

Unlike when dealing with Mujin, the blood demon asked in a somewhat softer tone.

But there was some doubt inside.

That’s right, the training method that Mu-gyeong took was originally the ‘correct’ training method that was learned when first learning the Hyeolwu Shinmagong.

I had no way of knowing unless someone taught me.

‘Perhaps this is a child prepared in advance to steal my martial arts skills from Shaolin.’

Such doubts were sprouting in the Blood Demon’s mind.

However, Mu-gyeong’s answer was far beyond the Blood Demon’s expectations.

“I have interpreted the structure. “Because I thought the posture I was in a little while ago would be the easiest to unfold.”

“Is this the easiest position to unfold?”

“That’s right. “After you get used to it, you will be able to unfold it regardless of your posture, but since this is your first time unfolding it, you just have to be fully prepared.”

“her… … .”

Just by listening to the phrase, you can infer the most suitable posture for it. If that’s really true, it’s a joke.

‘There is no such thing as a monster.’

That such a monster even wants to learn his martial arts skills.

Of course, that answer may have been prepared in advance by Shaolin, but it would inevitably be revealed in the process of teaching the rest of herbivorous food anyway.

Therefore, Blood Demon decided to teach martial arts to Mu-gyeong.

That kid will be able to excel at his martial arts skills.

no.

‘That kid will be able to surpass me!’

Throughout the world, you will be able to gain the star title of Blood Demon and the martial arts name of Blood Demon God.

After that thought came to mind, my heart, which had been cold and hard for twenty years, felt like it was beating faster.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,