Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 30

◈ Hyungwang (1)

The old monk was surprised and at the same time a new question came to mind.

Easily understanding existing martial arts and creating a completely new martial arts were completely different concepts.

Even if it is a combination of existing martial arts skills.

Each martial art has its own unique strengths. Mixing up such martial arts means that the flow of bets must also be mixed.

In fact, simply unfolding them all at the same time was close to suicide. The essence of Neigong is so mysterious that adding one to one does not make two.

It could have been amplified and become three or four, or it could have been detrimental.

And even if it were amplified, the amplified power could actually become a problem.

It is the law of the world that when you create strong power, a reaction occurs.

Therefore, the key points of martial arts that boast outstanding power always include methods to strengthen the power and ways to resolve the side effects that come from it.

In the world, martial arts that were not like that were often called magical arts, and on the contrary, it was very difficult to create a proper martial arts that eliminated all side effects.

How on earth could that child mix six martial arts skills, no matter how basic they were?

Judging from the old man’s perspective, that boy named Mu-jin simply uses the essence of the six martial arts combined. I didn’t feel like there was anything special that was trying to resolve that reaction.

Take a moment to think about what the solution is to the problem that even you can’t read.

“no way… … .”

A certain assumption occurred to the old monk.

And if his hypothesis is correct, that child was truly worthy of the expression ‘Great Master’.

The old monk realized that he needed to check whether his hypothesis was actually true.

If his hypothesis is correct, unfortunately, there was no disciple in Shaolin who had the courage to handle that child.

“Beopgeon.”

“yes. Sajo.”

“Can you move to the center of the training ground?”

“But Sajo… … .”

“I am fine. “There is something I need to check, so let’s move to the center of the training ground.”

A request from Sajo, who is rarely stubborn. In the end, Beopgeon had no choice but to walk away while carrying the old monk.

And in order for Beopgeon, who was on the outermost edge, to move forward, he had no choice but to fight with the other Shaolin disciples who were occupying his place.

While they were concentrating on the exciting Mujin screening, they suddenly turned their heads when they felt a sign of popularity behind them.

“uh?”

“!!”

I looked at Beopgeon and the old monk with surprised faces at the appearance of an unexpected person.

* * *

Meanwhile.

Mujin was currently engrossed in sparring with Lee Dae disciple.

The fact that this was a mountain entry screening had already been erased from his mind.

He was just enjoying the sparring at this moment.

‘This is the martial arts world.’

I have been training martial arts and improving my body for a period of one year and ten months. However, during that period, he never fully demonstrated his power.

I sparred with kids sometimes, but kids are kids. To be honest, I have never had a sincere relationship with him.

However, the great disciple he was dealing with now was an adult in his late twenties, and above all, he was an expert who had trained for more than a dozen years than Mujin.

A match against an opponent where you can put your all into it, without having to worry about getting hurt.

The tension that comes from confronting a strong person and the pleasure that comes from clashing with everything you have built up.

Mujin, who was completely immersed in it, continued to rush towards his opponent, feeling as if the world was moving slowly.

bang!!

Once again, Mujin’s forearm collides with the opponent’s intestines.

Boo!!

A kick that could have caused a fatal injury even if it just grazed was thrown at Mujin.

However, even in the face of such strong power, Mujin willingly dug forward, and Mujin’s eyes were filled with only the image of the opponent.

I hope that I will fight with all my heart with the Ewha student who is in charge of the review.

Suddenly, the great disciple who was sparring took a big step back.

“??”

Mujin lost concentration thanks to this, and only later could he notice that the atmosphere around him was very chaotic.

Countless people who were watching their sparring were looking somewhere.

No, it didn’t end with just watching, but Li Baek’s Shaolin disciples surrounding the training hall began to split widely to the left and right, just like the Red Sea splitting.

And along the path that split like a stream of water, a young monk was walking carrying an older monk.

Mujin was able to realize at once that the old monk was in very bad shape.

This was because the arms exposed between the lyrics and the legs held by the young monk were very thin.

However, the old monk’s frail appearance was not a very important issue right now.

That’s right too.

“I see you, Hyeon-Gwang (賢光) Sa Baek.”

“Meeting Hyeon-gwang Sa Baek-jo.”

The two hundred disciples of Shaolin, who had paved the way by passing on their bodies, were all showing their utmost respect by giving class rank to the old monk.

“See you Ambassador.”

“See you Ambassador.”

Even the leader of the Nahandang, Hyeonseong, and the master of the Bangjang, Hyeoncheon, who were watching the sparring from the most senior position, stood up and paid their respects to the old monk.

This was truly a strange sight.

The head of the room, who can be said to be the funniest adult in Shaolin, is a person who shows respect?

Naturally, Mujin could also sense that something strange was going on in the current situation.

And amidst the hospitality of countless people, a young monk carrying an old monk arrived in front of Mujin.

Before speaking to Mujin, Noseung first spoke to Ambassador Hyeoncheon.

“Whew. I’m sorry for interfering with the entry screening. Monk Bangjang.”

“Isn’t there a reason why you moved? Amitabha Buddha.”

Ambassador Hyeon-cheon simply responded to Hyeon-gwang’s words with a respectful tone and expression.

And Hyeon-gwang, who first asked Hyeon-cheon for understanding, opened his mouth again.

“Actually, I came forward because I wanted to ask this child.”

As soon as Hyunkwang’s words left his mouth, the eyes of those in the training hall turned to Mujin again.

Of course, Mujin was not the kind of person who would be embarrassed by the attention he received.

Rather, Mujin was just curious as to what the old monk wanted to ask him that made the situation turn out this way.

And indeed, fortunately, the old monk did not go round and round, but got straight to the point.

“Oh no. If it’s okay, could you take off the lyrics?”

The main point is to take off your clothes.

“???”

Of course, Mu-jin looked embarrassed, but surprisingly, no one in the training hall expressed surprise at Hyeon-gwang’s words.

There must be a reason why he said that. Such confidence was in the eyes of the Shaolin disciples.

‘Well, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.’

There’s nothing to complain about, it’s a body that has been trained for nearly two years. Mujin, who was confident in his own way, took off the lyrics with ease.

Thanks to this, Mujin’s steel-like body hidden under his clothes was revealed.

“Huh.”

“It truly deserves to be called the body of heaven and earth!”

Looking at Mujin’s exposed body, the people in the training hall burst out in exclamation.

Since training was focused on functionality rather than muscle size, the muscles did not stand out much when wearing clothes.

However, on the contrary, his body boasted a form that was close to perfection for a martial artist, as each and every muscle had been developed in detail for functionality.

“Amitabha Buddha… … .”

The old monk looked at Mujin’s body for a moment, recited a Buddhist name, and then asked another question.

“Oh no. “Is it true that the martial arts you used in the sparring a little while ago was a combination of six martial arts?”

“That’s right.”

Mujin answered Hyunkwang’s question with a slightly surprised face. She figured it out just by watching the sparring for a while.

But Mujin’s surprise seemed a little premature.

“So, was that body innate? Or did you train your body like that on purpose?”

“I have tried to raise it like this while I was a beginner.”

“By any chance, was the reason you grew up so big to be able to use the martial arts you used in sparring a little while ago?”

“!!!”

Not only Mujin, but also everyone who was watching the sparring match looked surprised.

The old monk asked Mujin again.

“We in Shaolin have a vast amount of martial arts. Can you tell us why you chose that method instead of learning other martial arts?”

“Because I didn’t think learning a lot of martial arts was right for me.”

“not correct? “Why did you think so?”

“… … My intellect is not that great. So, rather than learning many martial arts, I just wanted to create the martial arts that best suited me.”

This was the solution that Mujin found after thinking and pondering for the past year and a half.

He was not originally Mujin, the main character of the novel. He was not confident that he would be able to easily learn high-level martial arts with an outstanding understanding like Mu-gyeong.

Therefore, after learning the three introductory martial arts in just four months, he learned only three additional basic martial arts for the remaining year and a half. That is, if you exclude the heart-based practice of banyasimgong.

What he learned additionally was the long method, the method, and the ground method, and he began to study how to use all the martial arts techniques he had learned so far at once.

This was not an easy task.

Of course, with some practice, it was possible to perform each of the techniques simultaneously, but the problem was the side effects.

Each martial art was made only to a level that could handle the increased power when using each martial art.

For example, if you use Sohongquan’s one-second technique, you will condense a bet from your shoulder and swing your arm as if you are exploding it.

And the key point was that it had the effect of protecting the arms and shoulders just in line with its power.

However, Mujin condensed the energy from the tips of his feet through the techniques of Gugungbo and Chupunggak, and then amplified the energy rising from the lower body from the waist again following the techniques of Luo Hanzhang and Xiao Hongquan.

The amplified energy flowed along the shoulders and arms according to the essence of another martial arts technique, and finally, it was amplified once more through the fingers according to the essence of Gwaneumsu and Seoksaeji.

In other words, the existing essence alone could not withstand the power of repeated amplification.

To solve this problem, it is common to create new solutions and create complex solutions.

Mujin found a solution according to the banner he set out.

I believed in and pushed forward with the motto, ‘If your body is strong, your head will be at ease.’

And through training for a year and a half, he succeeded in creating a body that could handle that power.

But whether Mujin was surprised or not, the old monk added a word with a benevolent expression.

“Hehehe. Now I see that even the Cheolposam has been cooked. It is a martial art that controls the flow of excessive force using the power of an extremely trained body and skin. “You could say you really created your own martial arts.”

As Hyeon-gwang continued, Mu-jin just looked at the old monk with a face as if possessed by a ghost.

And Hyunkwang, who figured out all of Mujin’s roots at once, shook his head with a satisfied face.

As if a decision had been made.

“Monk Bangjang. “This old monk would like to make a request to Venerable Bangjang.”

“Speak comfortably. Ambassador type.”

“I would like to bring in this child named Mujin as Beopgeon’s disciple. Monk Bangjang.”

“Do you mean that you will raise Mujin?”

When Hyeon-cheon asked again with a surprised face, the old monk simply responded with a benevolent smile.

‘… … How on earth does this work?’

Mujin, caught in the middle, could only look around with a puzzled expression.

* * *

That evening.

Surprisingly, Mujin was located in the Shaolin director’s room.

Master Hyeoncheon, the head of the room, said he was calling, and Hyeonseong, the head of Nahandang, dragged him along.

After being singled out by an unknown old monk during the entrance examination, he was suddenly taken to the Shaolin chief’s office, so it could be said to have been quite an eventful day for Mujin.

And Ambassador Hyeon-cheon, who called Mu-jin into the director’s room, watched Mu-jin in silence for a while.

“Do you know who Master Hyeon-Gwang, whom I saw at the training hall today, is?”

“… … I have never heard of Hinayana. Monk Bangjang.”

To be honest, Mujin was also dying of curiosity about who the old monk was.

No matter how much he searched his memory, he was a character who had never appeared in the first part [Return of the Demon Lord] and the second part [The Battle of the Apostles] that he had read.

“Actually, the reason I called you here today was because I had something to ask you. “It was to tell you about Beopgeon, who will be your teacher, and Grand Master Hyeongwang, who will be your founder.”

Ambassador Hyeoncheon, who spoke like that, calmly told Mujin about a person named Hyeongwang.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,