Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 328

◈ Who is the Fool (3)

There is a saying, “Injagang.”

It is an abbreviation for the phrase “strong human being”, and is used to describe people who are naturally strong without having to exercise much.

And in Mujin’s view, the people of Hwangbo Sega were the ones who perfectly fit the expression ‘Injagang’.

It was surprising in many ways that these people, who had never done any weight training in their lives, were so tenacious in following their workout routine.

Of course, since they were also the unmanned units of the giant family, they would have undergone basic external training.

However, when compared to the warriors of Jongnam, Dangga, and Jegalsega, who were treated as giants or sects, you could see how much strength they were born with.

‘Well, I guess that’s what it would be like just by looking at the body type.’

It didn’t just mean being big. It had thick, developed sides, prominent latissimus dorsi, and heavy, sturdy calves.

He had a typical businessman’s body type.

But, no matter how natural-born and kind-hearted they are.

“If you do that, you might tear your shoulder muscles.”

To Mujin, who had been training for over twenty years, it could only be seen as a rookie.

The biggest problem among them was that the posture was a mess.

“It’s not over just by listening. This is external training, not a strength showoff.”

The basics of weight training is, after all, posture.

And the posture we are talking about here is not ‘a posture for hitting the weight better’ but ‘a posture for providing more precise stimulation to the muscles’.

Unless you’re competing in a powerlifting or weightlifting competition, your primary goal should be to develop strength and improve athletic ability, not necessarily to lift heavy weights.

However, the young men of Hwangbo Se-ga were following Mu-jin and lifting heavy lumps of iron, using not only their arm and shoulder muscles, but all of their body muscles.

By slightly bending the waist, bending the knees, and then straightening the bent part, you are lifting the body up by using the elasticity of your entire body.

After that, Mujin continued to tease the Hwangbo Se-ga’s martial artists by teaching them various exercise methods while changing their postures.

“I’m going to hurt my shoulder if I do arm exercises.”

“Okay. I can hear it.”

“I don’t know if I should be doing shoulder exercises or back exercises.”

“Huh… …. Since you heard it somehow, isn’t that okay?”

“If you do a full-body workout like that every day, when will your body recover? Muscles need to rest after overwork to recover stronger. That’s why you divide the workout into sections.”

At first, with a face that looked like it was dying, he somehow followed Mujin’s exercise method and even answered Mujin’s nagging.

“Ugh… … .”

“Ugh… … .”

As the rounds piled up, the only thing heard was their heavy breathing.

The Hwangbo Se-ga warriors, who had been lifting the iron block with all their might, to the point where blood rushed to their heads, did not even hear Mu-jin’s words.

Whether it was because of anger or because their blood pressure rose from exerting too much force, the faces of the Hwangbo Se family, who had been red at first, were now pale.

“Hmm… … .”

Looking at their faces as they were dying, Mujin felt that this was enough to vent his anger.

‘If we keep rolling around here, we’re going to end up peeing in the group tonight.’

The reason it was bloody urine and not bloody stool was simple: brown urine was a typical symptom of rhabdomyolysis.

They were most likely fools who fell for Shincheon’s tricks.

In this barbaric age, even being stupid can be a sin.

‘Still, it’s a bit pitiful to turn them all into cripples.’

There was much skepticism about whether acupuncture or herbal medicine could cure rhabdomyolysis, so the moment someone got rhabdomyolysis, they were all considered disabled.

Just because they were household members, it felt a bit excessive to make all the young people in the family suffer from rhabdomyolysis.

“That’s enough. Hwangbo Se-ga, please sit down and rest for a while.”

At Mujin’s compassionate words, Hwangbo Se-ga’s daughter, who was panting for breath, finally opened her mouth.

“Ugh… … I can do more… ….”

Mujin lightly clicked his tongue at the sight of him burning with ignorant desire to win, with a face that looked like he was dying from exhaustion.

‘Even if I say I’m going to be a cripple, they’re the kind of people who would feel like it’s a provocation.’

Mujin, who was pondering for a moment about what to do, soon came up with a good idea.

‘The desire to win only arises when you think that it is worth a try.’

All it took was showing a gap that was so big it was impossible to even imagine.

After gathering his thoughts, Mujin took a step forward and picked up a large lump of iron lying on the floor.

That lump of iron was what Mujin used when he was performing the movement.

In fact, up until now, Hwangbo Se had been exercising while adjusting the weight appropriately to motivate the young people.

I lifted and lowered the lump of iron, which looked incredibly heavy at first glance, in the same posture several times.

“… … .”

Before we knew it, an odd silence began to fall over the training ground.

The young men of Hwangbo Sega, who had been being bullied by Mujin, were now looking at Mujin’s movements with blank expressions.

“… … .”

Disciples from other sects, such as Jongnam and Jegal, also showed similar reactions.

They have now come to realize that the level of external energy that Mujin used to teach them was far beyond their common sense.

And the ones who broke the silence were those who had already become accustomed to the ignorant movements of the countless people.

“Ouch. That monster. Look at the veins bulging out on its arms.”

As Mugung spoke, sticking out his tongue, Mu-gyeong nodded.

“Honestly, it’s a bit creepy. If that skin is bulging out to the point where it’s impervious to swords, then his blood vessels might also be impervious to swords. Death penalty.”

At that moment, as if he had heard the two’s small talk, Mujin put down the lump of iron he was lifting on the floor.

Kuung.

The two of them shut their mouths and tried to avoid Mujin’s gaze, feeling stung by the heavy sound.

“Daehyeop. By the way, can I lift that lump of iron?”

When Hwang Bo-tae, who had taken a moment to catch his breath, asked Mu-jin in a somewhat more cautious tone than before, Mu-jin sighed at his ignorant competitive spirit and answered.

“This weight is still too much for Sogaju.”

“I just wanted to see how much it weighs. As for following the movements… … Honestly, I can’t even imagine doing it.”

Mujin, who understood the other person’s intentions, nodded.

“If you do, please listen.”

As Mujin stepped aside, Hwangbo Tae stepped forward and approached the lump of iron that Mujin was holding up with one arm.

Unlike Mujin, Hwang Bo-tae, who lifted the lump of iron as if embracing it with both arms, swallowed his saliva without realizing it.

‘Wow, you can hold this with one hand without any hesitation.’

Hwang Bo-tae, who was his father and head of the household, whom he respected so much, thought that this would be impossible.

Hwang Bo-tae, who had been looking at Mu-jin with rebellious eyes until just a moment ago, suddenly became bright-eyed and asked Mu-jin.

“Daehyeop. If I really follow Daehyeop’s exercise method, can I become a businessman like Daehyeop?”

Mujin felt goosebumps at Hwang Bo-tae’s innocent question.

‘He looks like Mu-gung, but his eyes look like Mu-yul’s.’

Feeling strangely disgusted, Mujin tried to recall the ignorant but cute appearance of Muyul.

‘… … I hope you are doing well?’

I wasn’t worried about the rate. He was the kind of kid who would do well anywhere.

No, rather, he was the type of guy who would do well in remote areas.

It wasn’t like I was worried about the Beast Palace. The warriors of the Beast Palace were all humans similar to Muyul.

‘… I hope you come back alive. Hye-geol Sa-jo.’

The person Mujin was worried about was Hye-geol, who was being harassed by Mu-ryul and the Beast Palace warriors.

What woke up Mujin, who had briefly wandered off to the south, was Hwang Bo-tae’s eyes, still shining brightly.

As Mujin remained blank-faced without answering, Hwang Bo-tae asked again.

“Great Swordsman… …?”

Mujin, who only then came to his senses, coughed once and answered.

“If you follow my workout routine, you will be able to build strength. However, I can’t guarantee that you will be able to reach my level.”

Some people think that if they just keep doing the same exercise over and over, they can get the voluptuous muscles that are typical of gyms.

This story was only half true.

Muscles also require talent.

It was a talent to have muscles grow nicely and establish themselves, it was a talent to have muscles grow well and grow quickly, and the limits of muscle strength were also a talent.

Of course, since the young people of Hwangbo Se-ga have innate power, if they consistently do weight training, they have the potential to become great powerlifters.

‘… … Instead of becoming a martial artist, I’ll become a muscle pig.’

In his case, he is only maintaining his figure thanks to the Okgeumgang Gong.

For those who had not mastered the Okgeumgang technique, it was foolish to build up strength to the same extent as him.

Well, to begin with, it was nearly impossible to build up strength like that in the medieval martial arts era, which was poor in many ways compared to modern times.

‘Unless you take medicine.’

It was nearly impossible to achieve muscle strength of 1,200 kg, which is close to the human limit, through pure exercise and diet alone.

“hmm?”

Mujin, who had thought that far, had a strange feeling.

‘Then why did this happen to me?’

Until then, I simply thought that this body called Mujin was a body that was born with an exceptional talent for muscle growth.

He said that by adding the knowledge from when he was Choi Kang-hyeok, he was able to create his current body.

But now that I think about it, something was strange.

No matter how much knowledge and talent you have, you may wonder, ‘Is it possible to reach this level with talent alone in this poor environment?’

‘… … Did I dope without even knowing it?’

Naturally, Mujin began to reminisce about the past.

‘… … Could it be that the Summoning Corps or the Great Hwandan or some kind of elixir like the Mannyeonseolsam contains steroids?’

Mujin glared at his own muscles as if he was suspicious.

* * *

After finishing his external training, Mujin went to Mukyung’s quarters.

Mujin decided to put aside his worries about elixirs and muscles for now.

In this day and age, things like ingredient testing wouldn’t be possible. Even if you tried, there would be no way to find out right away.

And the reason Mujin went to find Mukyung was simple.

“… … You want me to explain the secret of the free divine right?”

Mujin nodded his head at Mu-gyeong, who asked back as if it was absurd.

“I think it needs to be made so that it can be used with other movements or in conjunction with other martial arts.”

Mujin, ignoring Mu-gyeong’s expression of bewilderment, explained to Mu-gyeong in detail the essentials of all the martial arts he had learned, including the Musangshin Kwon, and the flow of internal energy.

At first, Moo-kyung had an expression of bewilderment, but soon became deeply engrossed in the story.

Perhaps it was inevitable that his innate intellect would open wide as he listened to the profound flow of the divine right of Mu Sang.

And after hearing all the secrets and the flow of internal energy, Moo-kyung looked at Moo-jin with a face that was a mixture of wonder and absurdity.

“Hyun Gwang Tae Sa Baek Jo is truly amazing. How can he come up with a way to solve such complex martial arts so simply and ignorantly?”

He realized at once that the Mu-Sang-Shin-Kwon was a bizarre divine power mixed with complexity and ignorance that Hyeon-Gwang had created solely for Mu-Jin.

“Do you now know how great your grandfather is? Anyway, is there any way?”

When Mujin asked again, Mukyung answered with a hollow laugh.

“I need to think about it a bit to know. I’m not the Grand Master of Hyeon Gwang, so how could I know the answer as soon as I hear it?”

The answer was that he didn’t know yet, but Mujin sat up as if that was enough.

“Thank goodness. I didn’t even think of anything. Then I’ll trust you and leave it to you, so please take care of it!”

Mujin, who had passed on the homework as if it were a given, left the hall without even listening to Mukyung’s answer.

For a moment, I looked at his back with a bewildered expression.

Mu-gyeong naturally sat cross-legged and fell into meditation.

It was absurd to pass on a difficult problem, but perhaps it was because of my innate intelligence that I found solving difficult problems quite enjoyable.

‘You can make Kang-gi like this. If so, then it would be better to graft this part onto Geumwoo Shingong… … .’

It was Moo-kyung who started to solve his own homework as well.

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,