Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 352

◈ Local War (2)

“I guess I’ll have to be busy for a while.”

If local warfare breaks out in various parts of the Central Plains, you’ll have to move around quickly.

Mujin said this while calming his mind, but Jegal Muhwan shook his head.

And before Zhuge Wuhwan could open his mouth, Xuanzhen raised his hand to stop him, and then, as the leader, he opened his mouth himself.

“Mujin, you are not planning on moving from here.”

“… … What do you mean?”

“That’s exactly right. You won’t be participating in the local war. No, not just you, but most of the top players in the alliance won’t be going out.”

“… … Could it be because of the attack by God?”

The situation is that the Jeongmu Alliance has collapsed after sending out the experts including Mujin once.

It may be to avoid repeating the same mistake again.

“But if we do that, a significant number of the small and medium-sized firefighters might fall into their hands.”

“I know.”

“But why… … .”

“This is the only way to deal with Heaven and Earth. In the current martial arts world, there are no masters who can deal with Heaven and Earth on their own. After all, when a local war is fought across the entire Central Plains, the biggest problem is that our masters are at a much higher risk of being intercepted by the two.”

“So, do you plan on just standing here?”

Hyuncheon shook his head.

“I will wait until I can pinpoint the location of the Lord. Otherwise, I will set a trap in a place where he is sure to come. Only then will I be able to catch him.”

As he spoke, Hyuncheon’s fists were trembling.

It was not because of the fear of God. Hyuncheon had witnessed those who called themselves the leader and followed him die before his eyes.

It may be an expression that does not suit a Buddhist, but it was not easy to calm down the anger and resentment.

“……All right.”

In the end, Mujin had no choice but to accept Hyeoncheon’s words.

As the abbot of Shaolin and one of the three great disciples, Mujin had some knowledge of Hyeoncheon.

Hyuncheon, who had always been like a kind monk, came up with a strategy that would cause countless people to lose their lives.

It was difficult for Mujin to imagine how much suffering Hyeoncheon had endured.

As Mujin seemed to agree, Jegal Mu-hwan began to explain the details on behalf of Hyeon-cheon.

“That is why the existence of the remaining masters, including Kwon Je, is important. Until the Lord of Heaven is trapped, countless warriors will lose their lives. Our best players cannot get involved in local battles.”

“What’s the point of my existence if I can’t even go to battle?”

“It is hope.”

When Mujin made a face of incomprehension, he unfolded his fan and spoke as if giving a speech.

“Last time we were defeated and retreated, but if that person had been there, things would have been different. Hope. No matter how many times we retreat and lose our lives, hope that they will change the situation in the end. That is the role that Kwon-je must play now. Until we fight that bastard.”

Only then did Mujin seem to understand why those who had seemed like defeated soldiers were so happy and welcoming to see them.

Even before they arrived, it seemed that Zhuge Wuhuan had already done such brainwashing work.

When Mujin frowned, reluctant to do such propaganda work or act like a hero, Jegal Mu-hwan shrugged his shoulders and answered as if making an excuse.

“If we don’t do this, there is no hope in this war. Think about it. All the best players are gone and we are fighting a local war. If there is no hope, it is just a death in vain. Who would give up their life for a death in vain without even hope?”

“Can’t we all just stay here together?”

“If we do that, it will be impossible to find the location of the Heavenly Lord or to set traps. We will just be waiting for them to take control of the Central Plains and invade. This is a necessary sacrifice.”

At Zhuge Wuhwan’s ruthless explanation, Hyuncheon, with a deep shadow on his face, muttered his displeasure in a subdued voice.

“Amitabha.”

There was a brief silence due to Hyuncheon’s displeasure. Then, after observing the mood for a moment, Jegal Mu-hwan changed the subject of the conversation.

“That doesn’t mean we should just sit here and act like heroes. If there’s any way to become even a little stronger, please tell me. Whether it’s elixirs or items needed for training, I’ll try to get everything I can. In order to prepare for the final battle with the Lord, each of us needs to become even a little stronger.”

In response to Zhuge Wuhuan’s explanation, Wujin immediately answered what was needed, as he had already been thinking about it since the fight with Socheonju.

And then I asked the question that came to mind.

“But if we gather here, isn’t it dangerous not only for the small and medium-sized factions but also for the large-scale factions?”

Even though more than half of the power was lost, it was Cheonju who single-handedly overthrew the Jeongmu Alliance.

If even the landlord recovers his body, it would be difficult for even a giant sect or a clan to withstand Shincheon’s attack.

Especially now that all the great sects and clans have sent their experts to this political alliance.

“We have already prepared a stopgap measure. Soon, the masters of various sects will gather here.”

“If more people gather here, won’t it be even more dangerous?”

“If I just empty it, wouldn’t it be meaningless?”

“!?”

Mujin looked at Jegal Muhwan and Hyeoncheon with a surprised face.

I understood what was being said, but I couldn’t understand if it was possible.

“Would they really abandon the land they have protected for hundreds of years and move?”

“If you take the lead, it is entirely possible.”

“If you take the lead… … . No way?”

“Yes. Those who remained in Shaolin are taking all the important items, including Buddhist scriptures and martial arts books from Janggyeonggak, and coming here. In addition, the head of the Hwangboak family, who personally witnessed Cheonju’s martial arts, has also actively sent a letter to the Hwangbo family. He is telling them to immediately take all the valuables and move here.”

“… … I didn’t know that idiot would be of help in a situation like this.”

Zhuge Wuhuan chuckled and laughed.

“Yes. Shaolin and Hwangbo Sega also took the lead, and all those who survived after learning of the martial arts of the Heavenly Lord have contacted their respective families and monks. Anyone who can join will gather here.”

“… … A true vision will be born.”

* * *

As Zhuge Wuhuan had said, sects from all over the Central Plains gathered towards Oehyeon.

And around the same time, as he had predicted, small-scale skirmishes broke out all over Central Plains.

They started to swallow up the sects of small counties and cities, each using the name of a different sect.

The Jeongmu Alliance dispatched some of those who had gathered to mediate or interfere with the fierce competition, but with all the top players absent, continued damage was inevitable.

However, Mujin had no idea how much damage was occurring throughout the Central Plains.

In a way, it was Zhuge Wuhwan’s consideration.

Cut off from outside information, Mujin was solely focused on training.

The items Mujin requested from Jegal Mu-hwan for training. Of course, they were high-protein diet and iron bars.

Thanks to Okgeumganggong’s ability to overcome the wall, Mujin was able to increase his strength to a level that surpassed human limits.

However, it wasn’t like I was just building up my strength in a reckless manner.

“Phew.”

After repeatedly striking the iron for an hour, Mujin put down the heavy iron and took a deep breath.

And Mujin, with his eyes closed, focused on his inner self.

A huge amount of energy gushes out from the danjeon and runs fiercely through the blood vessels of the entire body.

As the energy increases through the blood vessels, it reaches its limit and begins to overload the blood vessels, bones, and muscles throughout the body.

“Ugh!”

A huge amount of energy suddenly bursts out through the skin, wrapping around Mujin’s skin and creating a golden armor.

Hosin Ganggi (護身罡氣). Mujin was once again demonstrating the skill he had first successfully demonstrated in the life-or-death battle with Socheonju.

Mujin, who had been concentrating his mind and maintaining the self-defense energy wrapped around his skin, finally exhaled after a few seconds.

“Phew.”

At the same time, the strong energy that had been covering Mujin’s skin dispersed like a mirage.

“It’s still slow. The maintenance time is also lacking.”

At the very least, the moment the thought of deploying self-defense powers comes to mind, you should reach a level where you can deploy self-defense powers without delay.

The retention time is also the same.

Unlike the Mu Sang Shin Kwon, which was over by simply sending out a strong energy, the Ho Shin Kang Ki required continuous concentration to maintain.

Of course, even if you could freely use the self-defense technique, there was no guarantee that you would win against the Heavenly Lord.

No. According to what he had heard from Zhuge Wuhuan and Meng Zhou, it would have been impossible for him to face Heaven alone.

‘Probably, in the original work, Cheonma, Paehwang, and Shinsung fought together.’

That’s why Mujin thought.

His role is strictly vanguard.

At the forefront, we had to endure his terrible martial arts and buy time for our allies to attack him.

* * *

Somewhere in the Central Plains.

Three men were sitting together in a large hall.

While the man wearing a black robe embroidered with dragons was sitting comfortably, the middle-aged and elderly men were kneeling before him and paying utmost respect.

A man dressed in a dragon robe. The Lord asked the old man with an indifferent expression.

“Inju. How is the project going?”

“Thanks to God destroying the Jeongmu Alliance, which was the center of their power, things are going smoothly.”

It was Inju who answered with his head bowed and praised the achievements of God.

But despite Inju’s flattery, Cheonju’s expression remained indifferent.

It was only natural that he had done such a thing and that Inju had flattered him.

“It’s going smoothly… … But, it seems that they haven’t taken control of all the sects in the Central Plains yet.”

“I’m sorry. I was inadequate and couldn’t get the job done quickly. Please punish me.”

In fact, it wasn’t simply because of Inju’s lack of ability.

It has been about 15 days since Cheonju overthrew the Jeongmu Alliance and Shincheon started a full-scale uprising.

Most of the eastern part of the Central Plains had fallen into the hands of the Shincheon.

To be exact, most of the ‘Wulin Schools’ had been absorbed.

It absorbed most of the schools in Hebei, Shanxi, Henan, Shandong, Jiangsu, Anhui, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, and Fujian, and was able to absorb more than half of the schools in Guangdong, Hunan, and Hubei.

The reason for absorbing the sect rather than destroying it was because, as Zhuge Wuhuan had predicted, manpower was needed.

When a new imperial family was established later, they needed people to carry out the will of the Lord of Heaven, who would become the emperor. In other words, slaves.

Therefore, those who risked their lives and showed unconditional resistance were excluded, and those who threw down their weapons and surrendered were all saved and incorporated.

Of course, those who surrendered could later betray, but Inju did not worry about that.

To be exact, I had prepared for all such situations.

Such as feeding them poison that requires them to take the antidote at regular intervals, or taking their family members hostage.

It wasn’t that difficult to put a restriction in place that made betrayal absolutely impossible.

The reason why they are still lacking despite mercilessly expanding their power, even using poison and hostages, is simple.

This was due to the resistance of the Jeongwumeng, which moved its base to the outer county of Shaanxi Province, and the Nanquanhui, which moved its base to Jiulongfang in Guangxi Province.

The forces formed a sort of temporary alliance and were establishing a defensive line against Shincheon.

A long vertical front line was formed, extending from Shaanxi, Chongqing, Guizhou, and Guangxi.

And the biggest reason why this front was formed was, in the end, the existence of the leader of the political faction, Hyeoncheon.

This meant that the war was prolonged because the attack on the Cheonju Jeongmu Alliance ended in a half-success.

However, how could a subject blame his lord for his mistakes? So Inju could only say that it was because of his own incompetence.

In response to Inju’s heartfelt answer, Cheonju simply looked at Inju and Jiju, who had recently recovered from his injury, with an indifferent expression.

“You must know that now is your chance to reclaim the throne from those vile traitors.”

At Cheonju’s words, Inju and Jiju bowed their heads.

Currently, the imperial family is unable to pay much attention to the affairs of the martial arts world due to complicated matters.

This was because there was a fierce secret plot among the princes over who would become the next emperor.

Since the emperor was still alive and well, it did not escalate to the level of a civil war, but as it was a matter of selecting the next supreme power holder, the interest of the imperial family and other high-ranking officials was bound to be focused on that.

It was because of Inju’s report that Cheonju boldly stepped forward, and Inju was also able to leave Beijing for a while and join them here.

That is, the time given to them was until the end of the civil war between the princes, and before the end of that civil war, they had to unite the martial arts world and start a rebellion.

“Send a signal to Lee Dae-ju and tell him to move the Demonic Cult. We will attack from the east and west simultaneously and end the war in one fell swoop.”

God chose a decisive battle.

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,