Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 202

◈ Human experiment (2)

As usual, after working out, I come back and enjoy the pleasure of reflecting my muscles in admiration.

Choi Kang-hyuk, who was happy that his muscles had grown, soon returned to Mujin, not Choi Kang-hyuk.

What he saw reflected in his eyes was a man in the early stages of transforming into a square human.

As a Hellchang, this was still not enough, but before he was a Hellchang, he was a martial artist.

Mujin barely came to his senses and lifted his arms and crossed them behind his back, just in case.

It was a common posture to scratch oneself when the back was itchy, but it felt like the deltoid muscles of the shoulder and biceps muscles of the forearm were interfering with the movement.

The good news was that although it felt uncomfortable, I was able to reach my back with my fingertips.

“Whew. “It was dangerous.”

If even such movements are hindered by muscles, it is a long way to be able to practice martial arts.

“I almost ended up like Mugungi.”

Remembering Mugung, a symbol of stiffness, Mujin decided to revise his future schedule.

“I guess I’ll have to focus on Jade Geumgang for a while.”

For now, I decided to prioritize muscle compression and focus a little more on flexibility.

However, I had no intention of stopping metal grinding at all. How did you grow those muscles, but how can you get rid of them?

* * *

next day.

“uh?”

At the sight of Mujin stopping his iron work earlier than usual, those who were watching him exercise said something like that at the same time.

Mujin, who usually worked out over the course of one hour, somehow started organizing the metal pieces about 30 minutes early.

“Are you already stopping exercising?”

Seeing Mujin starting to put on the clothes he had taken off, Jegal Jinhee asked with regret that he could not hide.

“I feel like I’ve gained too much muscle, so I’m thinking of taking a break for a while.”

“Are you saying you plan to lose muscle?”

Mujin answered her question with a surprised expression.

“You mean muscle loss. “Why are you saying such evil things?”

“Well, then what are you planning to do?”

Jegal Jinhee asked embarrassedly at Mujin’s reaction, which seemed to be causing a competition.

“Hmm. We plan to maintain the muscles, but compress them by increasing the performance of Jade Geumgang Gong. For the time being, I am thinking of reducing the time I invest in iron sharpening and increasing the time I spend practicing Okgeumganggong.”

“Oh, I see.”

Zhuge Jinhui licked his lips with regret. It wasn’t because she had less time to see her muscles.

Exactly, it wasn’t because of that reason.

Although Mujin revealed his external training method, he was a Mujin who did not practice Okgeumgang training in front of others.

Since it was a martial art that Hyeon-gwang taught me, I had no intention of revealing it carelessly.

In other words, saying that one would practice Okgeumgang-gong was tantamount to issuing a banishment order to those here.

However, since he did not mean to leave right away, Zhuge Jinhui swallowed his regret and asked an ‘official’ question.

“So, are you saying that the training we conducted today was just training to maintain the status quo?”

“That’s right.”

“If so, would it be possible to hear an explanation later on things related to maintaining the status quo?”

This was an important issue.

Unless Mujin revealed the Jade Geumgang technique, maintenance would become more important than growth for most martial artists once they reached a certain level.

After each person develops a body shape and muscle quality suitable for the martial arts he or she is learning, changes in the muscles will actually become toxic.

“Hmm. It’s actually a sensory area based on experience. “If your muscles are a little too tight, you need to reduce the intensity of the training a little, and if it’s not enough, you need to increase the intensity little by little to create the most appropriate repetition procedure (routine).”

“… … “You are saying that trial and error is bound to occur.”

“yes. “Isn’t it the same for me now?”

As if she had realized Mujin’s answer, she let out a faint exclamation.

“ah. “Then, I think it would be good if Monk Mujin took this opportunity to study how to capture the appropriate repetition process.”

“It doesn’t matter… … “It will take quite some time, right?”

“You don’t have to worry about time. Anyway, I plan to be in Shaolin for a year to check the sustainability of the established system and to check the changes in the four seasons.”

It was half truth and half lie.

As it is a method that utilizes nature, there is a possibility that subtle problems may arise in the method due to seasonal climate changes.

However, the Zhuge family’s formation system was basically set up with that in mind.

It’s just that they used the ‘justice’ to stay because there is a one-in-a-hundred chance of a defect occurring.

Of course, Mujin, who was practically an outsider in the field of battle, just thought it was something and moved on.

And that evening.

Mujin, who was taking a rest after completing his Okgeumganggong training and muscle extension techniques, happened to encounter Mugung in the precincts of Shaolin Temple.

After returning to Shaolin, everyone in the Mujabae Sain Room, including Mujin, was busy concentrating on their training.

So, Mugung, who had seen Mujin for the first time in a long time, was quite surprised.

‘That crazy guy built more muscles?’

Well, since he’s a guy who sings about muscles like that, it’s probably strange that he doesn’t gain muscle.

But why?

I saw Mujin, who I hadn’t seen in a long time, and he glanced around at his body, then suddenly made a strange sound and left.

“and. “It almost happened like that.”

“You mean like that? What does that mean? huh?”

Mu-gung asked, feeling uneasy for some reason, but Mu-jin quickly left the place as if he were worried about catching a disease.

Mugung looked at Mujin’s back with a puzzled expression for a moment, but soon lost her nerve.

Because it was a waste of life to worry about every time a crazy person did something crazy.

However, that crazy guy sometimes showed things that were worth watching and learning from.

‘Hmm. Should I try to build more muscles?’

Mugung thought of Mujin as if he would soon catch up with her.

‘okay! Master Sajo also said that it is important to build up my martial arts skill endlessly rather than learning new things!’

So, what if strength is added to the depth of inner energy and Tathagata kidney?

Anyway, things like Hwan, Kwae, and Yu’s tricks don’t suit me.

So, wouldn’t it be a good idea to build more muscles and take advantage of Zhong’s tricks to the extreme?

After organizing her thoughts like that, Mugung headed towards the training ground where there were a lot of iron pieces.

* * *

Another month like that.

After making efforts to improve his performance in Okgeumgang while maintaining his strength, Mujin was able to achieve a certain level of achievement in Okgeumgang.

From then on, Mujin carefully balanced the ratio of Okgeumganggong and strength training, and increased his strength little by little by adjusting the amount of exercise whenever he tried to become a square person.

One day, time passed like that.

Mujin, who happened to meet Mugung, asked with a puzzled expression.

“… … Mugunga. “Did you eat something wrong?”

“Did you eat it wrong? why?”

“No, unless I did something wrong, how can someone who is already so ignorant grow even bigger?”

It was Mujin who I hadn’t noticed in the past when we ran into each other, but today the body of Mugung suddenly caught my eye.

But why? Mugung answered Mujin’s question with a triumphant look on her face.

“I guess I know now. Hehehe. “Then how is it that you seem to be weaker than last time?”

Is there anything more provocative than this for exercise addicts? Blood suddenly appeared on Mujin’s forehead.

“I compressed it on purpose. “You haven’t even mastered Jade Geumgang, so why did you grow more muscles?”

“Heh.”

Instead of answering Mujin’s question directly, Mugung snorted and took the posture of the Tathagata Goddess.

And the moment Mugung unleashes his full force.

Grumble!

A flame of greater power than I had seen before erupted.

“How do you feel?”

Mugung, who was demonstrating, spoke in a very triumphant tone, but Mujin sighed deeply and stood in front of Mugung.

Then, he raised his left hand with his open hand so that it was in a straight line with Mugung’s right hand. Just like holding a mitt in boxing training.

“Would you like to hit this palm with the Tathagata Kidney without internal energy? “Stretch your right hand straight out.”

At Mujin’s instructions, Mugung, while in a state of doubt, unfolded a second of the Tathagata kidney.

And at the results that appeared, a “Huh?” came out of Mugung’s mouth. A voice came out.

I thought it was stretched out straight ahead, but for some reason, Mugung’s palm only barely touched the edge of Mujin’s left palm.

“Did you move slightly?”

“Hey, you Muhyul bastard. I developed my biceps and pectoralis major so ignorantly, but would my arms be straight? “The muscles overlap each other, so the arms naturally spread out to the sides.”

“A martial arts priest! “You’re talking too harshly!”

“Didn’t I tell you clearly? You can’t build more muscle there, so just maintain it and focus on muscle lengthening techniques. “If I can’t remember what I said, what’s the difference between me and Muyul?”

Mugung, who was left speechless by Mujin’s criticism, cried out with a red face.

“joy! “You thought about everything before doing it?”

Saying that, Mugung slightly turned his body to the side and spread the Tathagata kidney toward Mujin’s palm.

As the arms fell to the sides, the body was turned in the opposite direction and stretched out.

“how is it? Is it okay if I do this?”

“Do you do it like that in real life? When the opponent is in front of you, do you really need to turn your body to the side and use Tathagata Shinjang as a walking method? “What kind of flounder are you?”

In the end, Mugung just bowed his head with a gloomy face due to Mujin’s continuous bombardment.

‘shit… … . ‘I can’t believe I’m on the same level as Priest Muhyul.’

Seeing Mugung’s dejected appearance, Mujin sighed and gave advice.

“For a while, refrain from iron training to lose some muscle mass and focus on muscle lengthening techniques. In my spare time, I would rather concentrate on practicing meditation and increasing my strength. “If I practice Tathagata Kidney in that state, I think I will become a real flounder.”

Mujin, who gave Mugung advice that would become his bones and muscles, headed to his residence to practice today’s chi.

And after all that hard work, your muscles are screaming with pleasure.

Research on external training methods. Jegal Jinhee, who was writing Mujin’s exercise diary under another name, asked with a slight smile.

“It looks like you’ve found your balance now?”

At her words, Mujin burst out into a lively laugh, unlike when he was dealing with Mugung.

“ha ha ha. “I was a little lost at first, but now I feel like I’m getting the hang of it.”

At first, he had a lot of trouble trying to keep pace with the progress of his Okgeumgang Gong and the speed of his muscle development, but recently he seemed to have achieved a good balance.

Yesterday, it felt like my muscles were a little too protruding, but today I was maintaining my body shape just right.

‘I guess it looked that way yesterday because my muscles were pumped right after exercising, right?’

Mujin was thinking such positive thoughts.

And the next day.

Mujin, who woke up in the morning and looked at his body in longing, froze.

I don’t know if it’s my mood, but I feel a little thinner than yesterday.

Naturally, the conversation he had with Mugung came to mind.

‘shit. I guess it’s because we talked about muscle loss yesterday for no reason.’

In return for recommending muscle loss to others, isn’t it possible that you have suffered muscle loss yourself?

‘Or maybe Mugungi didn’t put a curse on me?’

Mujin thought of such a superstitious thought, but immediately shook his head.

‘Ah, no matter how martial arts it is, it’s still a curse. I guess it’s just my mood.’

Because it was morning, it may have looked a little dry for no reason. There wasn’t a big enough difference to be obvious.

For a few days, I told myself that it was my mood and devoted myself to exercising.

“It’s not my fault!!”

No matter how I look at it now, I was definitely thinner than the day I met Mugungi.

Misreading. Misreading.

Mujin was lost in thought, biting his nails like a person suffering from paranoia.

“Why? Why? Why am I losing weight? Yes, you just lost weight, right? “Seo, I’m sure I’m not losing muscle, right?”

For a moment, I wandered around the room so frantically that even the person watching next to me fell into emotional anxiety.

After activating his brain more intensely every time he practiced martial arts, a clue came into Mujin’s mind.

“no way… … ?”

It wasn’t certain, but at least when I thought about my current state and recent lifestyle. It was the most likely reason.

At least, based on Mujin’s kinematic knowledge and experience.

And sadly, this problem was the type of problem that he couldn’t solve on his own.

Mujin immediately sat down on the floor, sharpened his ink, and began to scribble something on a piece of paper.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,