Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 305

◈ If we come together we live, if we split we die (2)

Since there was a high possibility that enemies would swarm in, Mujin increased his speed.

‘We need to leave quickly before they come rushing in.’

Since he had already drawn the attention of the enemies, Mujin thought that there was no need to reduce his presence, so he spread the news of bankruptcy in an extreme manner.

bang!

The ground that Mujin stepped on burst apart, and the thick bushes of Namman shattered into pieces as they hit Mujin’s body.

Thanks to his reckless advance without any regard for obstacles, Mujin was able to arrive at the battlefield in an instant.

“It’s the Shaolin Dragon!”

Someone recognized the golden ball and shouted urgently.

Kwajik!

He was left with a body that could no longer move his mouth. A huge hole had been made in his abdomen by Mujin’s blow.

“Mujin-ah!!”

Mugung, who was happily shooting the Tathagata Shinjang, shouted brightly when he found Mujin, but all he got in return was curses.

“Hey, you crazy bastard! If you fight so flashily, everyone will come!”

The face of Mu-gung, who had been delighted at the appearance of the world’s most reliable support group, suddenly crumpled.

“This is all the martial arts I’ve learned, what am I supposed to do?”

“I’m proud of you, Inma!”

The two continued to play with their arms and legs while bickering with each other.

There were few demon cult members who could block the attacks of the two who had mastered martial arts of unparalleled intensity, so the demon cult members dressed in black fell like fallen autumn leaves.

And between the two, they completely captured the attention of the demon cultists.

“Ugh… … .”

Suddenly, one of the demon cult members fell over with a hole in his blood.

Before he knew it, Mu-gyeong had spread out his shadow and ghost shield to approach him, and he had dug a hole in Sa-hyeol with his sword.

‘Ugh. Not yet.’

After killing one of the cultists, Moo-kyung clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed and hid himself in the darkness again.

He wanted to hide himself while attacking like a king, but he was left with regret because he had not yet reached that level.

And finally, with the arrival of Mu-Ryul and Ling-Ling, the demon cultists were swept away in an instant.

Fortunately, the number of demon cultists was not that large, perhaps because their location had just been discovered. There were only about fifteen of them at most.

Mujin, who had cleaned them up in an instant, shouted urgently.

“Those of you who are able-bodied, please pick up the injured person and move after him! We will buy you some time!”

The person Mujin was pointing to was Jeokhodanju.

Those who were hiding in the hideout with Mu-gung also had some experience, so they noticed the urgency of the situation and followed Mu-jin’s instructions without saying anything.

After quickly supporting the seriously injured and preparing to leave, we sent them off first.

Mujin clenched his fists as he watched the cultists slowly crowding in.

“We need to attract attention, so let’s go for something flashy.”

At Mujin’s words, Mugung pouted his lips and took the form of the Tathagata God.

“If you were going to make a fuss anyway, why did you say something to me?”

Mu-gyeong grumbled and prepared the Geumwoo Shingong instead of the hiding technique.

“I’m injured too… … .”

Moo-yul was smiling brightly, wondering what was so good about it.

“Hehehe. This will be fun!”

“Ukki!”

* * *

The three Mujabae warriors fought splendidly, just as Mujin had said.

The infinite gold ball and golden scroll boasted a splendid golden light and crushed the demons, and the infinite Tathagata Goddess burned the demons with a huge flame and darkness.

Dozens of golden raindrops created by Mu-gyeong softly illuminated the surroundings as if this was a forest of fireflies.

At first glance, it was a beautiful sight, but those fireflies were man-eating fireflies.

However, the ones who actually attracted the most attention from the demon cultists were Mu-Ryul and Ling-Ling.

“Ukki!”

“Ukki!!”

To be exact, it was more of annoyance than attention-grabbing.

It was a martial art that showed off all sorts of strange and bizarre movements while making monkey noises at the same time, attacking and evading.

I’m just wasting my time like that for about half an hour.

‘The number of people flocking in is increasing.’

Mujin, who sensed that he might not be able to escape the encirclement if he continued to waste time like this, sent a message to Muyul, who was having fun.

– Muyul-ah! Follow the scent of the Red Tiger Clan!

Mu-ryul, who had received the transmission of Mu-jin, suddenly turned his body strangely while fighting the demon cult and started running on all fours toward the southwest.

“Haaap!!”

Mujin, who noticed that the direction that Muyul was heading was the direction that Jeokhodanju was heading, used the Musangsin Kwon to instantly kill the demon cultist who was trying to stop Muyul and opened the way.

– Infinite! Chase while protecting Mu-ryul!

As soon as he gave instructions to Mugung, Mujin started chasing after Muyul just like Mugung.

While Mujin and Mugung were advancing together to protect Muyul, they also gave instructions to Mukyung through voice.

– From now on, use stealth to follow us and erase our traces!

Thanks to Mujin’s command, who quickly divided up the roles, they were able to escape the cultists’ encirclement without difficulty.

How long did it take to run after Mu-ryul?

It wasn’t long before they were able to join the Red Tiger Corps leader and his party who had set off first.

New injuries were appearing on their bodies.

Although the Mujabae Gang had attracted attention, there were also cultists who approached them from the direction they were fleeing, as a net had been formed on all sides.

‘If we had been any later, we would have been surrounded and this side would have been in danger as well.’

It seems that he got out just in time.

Of course, it was still a long way to go before they could return to their hideout, but that didn’t matter.

“Red Tiger Leader. Please show me the way.”

Now, with the Red Tiger Leader, you know the way back to the hideout.

“Mu-Yul and Mu-Kyung, keep watching the surroundings. If it looks like the demons are approaching, let’s change direction and move.”

There were two human detectors to detect approaching enemies.

It was a composition that was truly worthy of the word trinity.

* * *

They had to take a lot of detours to avoid the cultists, and it took them about two hours to finally reach the hideout where Hyun-Hyeon and his party were resting.

The hideout was now overrun with people who had been hiding elsewhere.

Because it was originally a hideout made for people to hide and disperse, it was a hideout that could only accommodate about twenty people at most.

Even after going back and forth twice, the sun was slowly rising.

But there was a more serious problem.

“Monk Oedangju. I think we should leave the seriously injured here to recover and move together.”

“Sure, it seems too narrow for everyone to hide in.”

“That’s not the only problem. If we delay here any longer, the lives of those hiding elsewhere will be at risk.”

Mujin was alarmed when he saw the demon cultists rushing into the place where Mu-gung and his group were hiding.

Perhaps, in the worst case scenario, other places might have already been discovered and the lives of the monks and the shaman’s disciples might have been lost.

“… … Let the wounded rest here, let some of them distract the cultists, and in the meantime, let some of them gather together those who are scattered elsewhere.”

“Yes. There will be wounded among those who have been scattered, so it would be best to gather them here and have those whose wounds are not severe join us.”

“I understand your intentions, so now I will lead the disciples and move. How about you rest for a while?”

The Mujabae gang of four people were moving and fighting all night long.

Since the children with the lowest rank were suffering the most at the front lines, Hyun-Hyeon, as an adult in the Samun, couldn’t help but be concerned.

However, Mujin shook his head.

“The situation is urgent right now. We can take a break after gathering all the scattered people.”

“… … Then, take a break and rest. In order to fight another battle, you need to recover your internal energy, right?”

This time, I couldn’t shake my head at Mujindo Hyeonhyeon’s words.

Even if he himself was capable of performing the skill, others might lack the internal energy.

So, we end the conversation by briefly recovering our internal energy through breakfast and then depart.

The Red Tiger Leader spoke to the two with a serious expression.

“You said you were going to gather the seriously injured here?”

“exactly.”

“If we do that, we’ll probably run out of medicine and water. This place was originally built as a temporary shelter, so it’s not in a very good condition.”

“Then why don’t you just get it from another hiding place?”

“It’s the same in other places. Since the seriously injured take time to recover, you should prepare plenty.”

Mujin, who was momentarily troubled by the words of the Red Tigers, soon came up with a good idea.

“Is there a village nearby where we can buy medicine or water? Since we’re going to be moving around to attract attention anyway, I think it’s okay to buy medicine and water from the village openly.”

“There is a village, but is there anyone there who can speak Namman?”

“Don’t you know how to speak Nanman?”

The leader of the Jeokhodan frowned at Mujin’s answer.

“Didn’t you say that you had to hide your presence with me?”

His point was valid, as one of the purposes was to make it seem like the apostates, Shaolin, and shamans were operating separately.

But Mujin answered his question as if it was nothing.

“Well, if it’s just one person, wouldn’t it be okay to dress up as a monk?”

“What, what does that mean?!”

The Red Tiger Leader shouted with a surprised face. He was telling the Demon Cultist to wear Shaolin robes.

Even though he was treated as an apostate by his church, he believed that he was a faithful believer.

For now, it is just a path of temporary dishonor for having turned against true apostates in order to purify the church.

At his intense reaction, Mujin curled his lips and said.

“If we don’t get their attention, the Goyangpae will be in danger?”

“!!!”

“If you continue to be uncooperative like this, we won’t be able to help you.”

“… … .”

The leader of the Red Tiger Clan, who was conflicted between his pride as a cultist and his loyalty to the Guyangpae, tried to avoid making a choice for trivial reasons.

“Ahem. Shaolin Shenlong’s advice is great, but don’t I have the monk’s robes to wear?”

But it didn’t work on Mujin.

“Why don’t you just change the clothes of one of the adults who has collapsed and is seriously injured?”

“… … .”

The enemy leader, who was at a dead end, took a moment to think again.

“… … Okay, I understand.”

In the end, he had no choice but to accept Mujin’s offer.

The rest was smooth sailing.

Since there was a great disciple who had half his clothes undressed for treatment anyway, all he had to do was take off his clothes and swap them with the Red Tiger Leader’s.

“Hmm. This seems like too much of a stretch. Let’s do it properly while we’re at it.”

Mujin said this right away and then said to Mukyung.

“Cut it off.”

“Wh, what are you talking about?”

“Cut it? What?”

When Jeokhodanju and Mu-gyeong asked with bewildered expressions, Mu-jin answered as if it were something to be expected.

“What could it be? It’s the head.”

“!!!”

The Red Tiger Leader’s face was once again shocked, but since he was already dressed in monk’s attire, his worries were short-lived.

“Phew.”

The Red Tiger Leader took a deep breath and spoke to Mu-gyeong.

“Please cut it.”

With the permission of the Red Tiger Commander, Mu-gyeong approached him, holding the Shura sword.

Crunch.

Crunch.

The hair that was cut by Mu-gyeong’s hand falls due to gravity.

The Red Tiger Leader was looking at the hair with a complicated expression without closing his eyes, as if he was going to greet the afterlife where his hair was leaving.

As he gazed into those complex eyes that he could not even guess, a line from a poem that he had long forgotten came to mind.

“The thin, white hat is folded neatly, Navillera. The hair is shaved in a Parrani style.”

It was a poem I remember learning in school.

The phrases ‘white hat’ and ‘folded gently, Navillera’ were so unique that they still lingered in my mind, but I couldn’t remember the rest of the phrase other than the poet’s name, Jo Chi-hun.

“Huh. This is the first time I’ve heard of this poem.”

Mujin responded to Hyunhyun’s words as he watched the Jeokhodan leader’s head-shaving ceremony from the side.

“This is a poem called ‘Monk Dance’ from a country located far to the east.”

As Mujin finished explaining, another memory from his school days came to mind.

‘Come to think of it, wasn’t that a poem about a nun?’

It was a strange thing. Watching the shaving ceremony of the head of the Jeokhodanju, who did not look like a woman to anyone, Seungmu came to mind.

Perhaps it was because of the complex expression on the face of the Red Tiger Leader as his head was cut off.

* * *

After the Red Tiger Clan’s head-shaving ceremony, about twenty people left the hideout after taking a short break for a lucky breakfast.

The disciples of Shaolin and the Wudang, excluding the seriously injured ones. The Red Tiger Leader was also with them.

Guided by the leader of the Red Tiger Corps, who had a complex expression on his face, they headed to a village located near their hideout.

Let’s move along for a while, following the Red Tiger Leader who leads the way.

sparkle.

As I was passing through the thickets of Namman, the intense sunlight of Namman reflected off the shaved head of the Red Tiger Leader as I passed a place where the bushes were thick.

But why is that?

Mujin found the sight sad rather than funny.

It was because the bald head was reflecting the light and glistening, and for some reason it looked like a giant teardrop reflecting the light and glistening.

To soothe his sadness, Mujin raised his right hand and stroked his head.

‘Rather than feeling sad that my hair is short, I should think that it’s better than having no hair at all.’

After all, happiness was relative.

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