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◈ It’s not that Shaolin (2)
Immediately after the crowd turned their heads following Hyegwan’s hand and saw Mujin’s face.
“… … .”
There was a strange silence nearby.
No matter how high Sorim’s name is, his opponent is a child who may or may not be Jihak (志學, male age: 15).
This was an opponent he could easily beat. The only problem was that they were advocating their own ‘political faction’.
“Woah, aren’t you ignoring us too much?”
“Oh, that’s right!”
Even though they were part of a small and medium-sized clan, it was impossible for a person named Munju of a single clan to engage in a crime against a child.
“ha ha ha. Is there a need for the owners to come forward in person? Let’s go with the ‘right faction’ approach. Difference between late-term indices. “Wouldn’t it be neat and nice?”
Hye-gwan, who said that, glanced at the crowd with mischievous eyes and pointed at someone.
“I think that friend would be just right.”
At the place Hyegwan pointed to was a young man who looked to be around twenty.
Whether by coincidence or inevitability, the young man Hye-gwan pointed to was none other than Kang Geo-wan, the eldest son of Tae-gu Kang, Tae-gum master.
Kang Geo-wan, who was chosen by Hye-gwan, wrinkled his face without realizing it.
‘Even if that boy was Namgung Jincheon of the Namgung family or Cheongsu Dojang of the shaman, he wouldn’t have been able to defeat me if he were that age!’
He turned 21 after his birthday a few months ago, and although he may not be as good as the other two who are famous all over the continent, he is a late-stage exponent who has made a name for himself in Namchang in his own way.
However, regardless of whether his son’s pride was hurt or not, Kang Tae-gu barely managed to stop the corner of his mouth from rising and asked.
“Really, are you planning to see a sparring match between that kid and Geowan?”
“If you don’t like it, would you like to spar with Munju’s main monk?”
“Hmm. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
Kang Tae-gu answered with a clear cough and leaned back to whisper to his son.
“You should not let down your guard even if your opponent lets down his guard.”
“There is no need to let down your guard, father. Even though you are a disciple of Shaolin, you are still a disciple. There is nothing to be afraid of if you are a disciple who cannot even master the seventy-two kinds of martial arts.”
Kang Tae-gu shook his head as his son answered with a proud expression on his face.
As my son said, the reason why the Gupa Ilbang or the Five Daesae, which are known as the prestigious sects, are scary is because they possess martial arts called new or elite martial arts.
But you wouldn’t know if it was a magic craft. In order to learn the true arts and new skills of the righteous faction, one had to work their way up from the basic martial arts.
And such basic martial arts skills were also possessed by both small and medium-sized schools. Due to the lack of martial arts at a level called mastery or new skill, there are only a few people who have reached the level called expert, so they only remain in the middle and medium schools.
In the end, a large gap appeared between the disciples of the small and medium-sized schools and the disciples of the large and prestigious schools at the earliest, in their late teens, and usually around their twenties.
Therefore, the level of this young child, who had barely become an expert in Jihak, would not be much different from that of other young disciples of the middle and medium-sized schools.
“The justification is sufficient. So, scold me and come back.”
“yes. father.”
Following Kang Tae-gu’s instructions, Kang Geo-wan stepped forward with a confident step.
Kang Geo-wan, who boasts a massive size befitting his name, greeted Mujin with a wave of his arms with a nonchalant expression on his face.
“My name is Kang Geo-wan, the small master of Taegeommun. “Dongja.”
“This is Mujin, the third great disciple of Shaolin. Amitabha Buddha.”
Kang Geo-wan, who received Mujin’s greeting, clicked his tongue inwardly.
“No matter how much he is Shaolin, I still think he is more senior than Mujin Dongja, so I will give him the first go.”
Seeing Kang Geo-wan say that without even holding the sword he was wearing on his belt, Mujin sighed and burst into laughter.
“You will do that.”
Immediately after answering while shaking his head, Mujin suddenly snuggled into Kang Geowan’s arms.
Kang Geo-wan, who was amazed at the sight of Mu-jin moving at a much faster speed than expected, flinched while trying to urgently punch him.
He remembered the fact that he had decided to give up the first strike.
Kang Geo-wan had no choice but to dodge Mu-jin’s first punch by moving his body backwards.
No, I thought I avoided it.
The right hand, which had passed by Kang Geo-wan’s face, had already stretched out its fingers and was holding the back of Kang Geo-wan’s neck using the Geumna technique.
‘!?’
While Kang Geo-wan is surprised by the immense power felt from his neck.
puck!!
Mujin’s raised knee struck Kang Geowan’s abdomen.
“Woof.”
Kang Geo-wan, who felt like he was going to vomit from the shock of his internal organs being shaken, bent down and held his abdomen.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Mujin was leisurely bowing as class president as if it was nothing.
“… … .”
As the sparring ended in just one match, a strange silence once again enveloped the audience.
In particular, Kang Tae-gu, Kang Geo-wan’s father, felt like hiding in a rat hole.
In a sparring match, which contained a cause held dear by the political faction, to prevent the advance of Shaolin, his son was shamed for showing off pointless bravado.
At that time, Kang Geo-wan, who was holding his stomach and bending down, quickly raised his head and shouted.
“Oh, it’s not over yet!”
Even though everyone knew Kang Geo-wan’s defeat, Kang Geo-wan acted unreasonably.
The moment you lose, you can’t avoid the embarrassment, so you already have nothing to lose. So, I came up with the idea of at least avenging myself.
“Whew. I apologize for belittling my Mujin boy. So, I would like to ask you to spar again.”
While his face turned red from humiliation, it was Kang Geo-wan who lowered his head and spoke.
Looking at Kang Geo-wan like that, Hye-gwan opened her mouth with a very pitiful expression on her face.
“I’m speaking earnestly, so how about you listen to me? “Mujin.”
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Anyone who saw it looked like they were making fun of it.
“I will. Hyegwan Sasukjo.”
Mujin also shrugged his shoulders and accepted the resparse.
‘I said it was a consultation with the body, so I will take this opportunity to avenge the humiliation!’
Kang Geo-wan, who had endured humiliation to gain an opportunity, pulled out the sword he had been wearing at his side from the beginning to avoid making the same mistake as before.
“I didn’t expect to spar so I couldn’t bring a wooden sword, so I will spar with the sword in its sheath instead. Mujin Dongja.”
“It’s okay if you take off the sheath and engage in sparring with a true sword.”
“… … A scabbard is enough.”
Kang Geo-wan gritted his teeth and responded to Mujin’s thoughtful words.
‘I won’t let you go!’
As soon as the sparring began, Kang Geo-wan measured the distance to Mu-jin and swung his sword diagonally.
Taegeommun, as its name suggests, used a larger sword than the swords generally used by strongmen.
The length, thickness, and width of the sword body were all larger than those of ordinary swords, and of course the weight of the sword was also heavier than that of other sects.
In addition, the martial arts of Taegeommun also focused on the techniques of heavy swords.
His swordsmanship was closer to ‘destroying’ the opponent rather than ‘cutting’ him.
However, Mujin threw his fist towards the long sword flying towards his upper body.
‘You have humiliated me, so please take my right hand!’
In order to avenge the humiliation he suffered in one match, Kang Geo-wan increased his strength even more. He intended to harpoon the bones of Mujin’s right hand.
And the moment when his sword and Mujin’s right hand collide.
Kang!!
An unbelievable metallic sound erupted as flesh and metal collided.
As if that wasn’t enough, the fist and the sword collided, but Kang Geo-wan’s arm, pushed back by the force, was lifted upward and the sword sheath came off.
Still, perhaps because he had practiced swordsmanship for ten years, Kang Geo-wan took advantage of the raised sword and lowered it again.
Before I knew it, it had become like using a real sword just like Mujin said.
Even in a situation where Jingeom was flying towards him, Mujin did not panic and dug into Kang Geowan step by step.
Kang Geo-wan’s sword strike was not very fast as it contained the tricks of a heavy sword.
However, perhaps to solve that problem, rather than targeting a small area and sharply stabbing, the attack was focused on cutting across a wide surface.
It was an attack that made use of the tricks of a heavy sword and gave the feeling that even a swipe would be a fatal blow.
Since it was an attack that took over a wide space, it was not easy to dodge all the attacks and dig in.
Therefore, for attacks that were difficult to avoid, Mujin used both fist and jangbeop techniques and struck the side of the sword.
Since Cheolposam was not in the final stage of completion, I could not put my hand on the blade that I was swinging with all my energy.
How many times did Kang Geo-wan’s sword and Mujin’s hand collide with each other making a clanging sound?
Mu-jin, who had been narrowing the distance little by little each time they clashed, was soon able to burrow into Kang Geo-wan’s arms.
The moment when Kang Geo-wan swings his sword again.
Instead of striking the sword again, Mujin used the Geumna Subeop with his left hand and grabbed Kang Geo-wan’s hand holding the sword.
Kang Geo-wan, who was grabbed by both hands, shouted urgently.
“Now, wait!?”
Mujin suddenly swung his right fist at Kang Geowan’s face.
puck!!
Kang Geo-wan, who was hit directly by the fist that made a metallic sound as it collided with the sword, blood spurted out from his mouth and his teeth spurted out.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
After sparring, Mujin bowed as class president, and everyone’s eyes were focused on Mujin. To be exact, the blood on that raincoat.
“hmm. “I think this is enough sparring.”
What broke the strange silence was Hye-gwan’s sly voice. Her voice seemed to be holding back laughter no matter who heard it.
“Isn’t it too much for a sparring match?”
When Kang Tae-gu cried out in sadness that his son would no longer be able to chew food, Hye-gwan turned her head to the side and asked back.
“It was an accident that happened during sparring, right? “That guy, who is supposed to be Geowan, was also swinging his sword, and it looked like he was planning to cut off our Mujin?”
“B-but Mujin-dong is not injured!”
When Kang Tae-gu insisted, Hye-gwan smiled and answered.
“Then, would you spar with the main monk, Munju Kang? Well, I might accidentally put a hole in Kang Mun-ju’s stomach during sparring, but that hasn’t happened yet, right? ha ha ha.”
With that murderous laugh, no one could argue anymore about this sparring.
No, in the first place, it was a sparring between two people who were seven years older than each other. The moment Kang Gewan was defeated, they were no longer qualified to discuss anything.
Rather than discussing it, this incident had to be hidden to avoid embarrassment.
Mu-jin also knew this, so he willingly participated in the sparring proposed by Hye-gwan without hesitation.
If there’s just one thing I’m curious about.
‘Did Hyegwan Sasukjo also calculate that and put me with that guy named Geowan?’
It was a point.
“Hehehe. “If you’re done with your business, how about we leave?”
Looking at Hye-gwan with a smile full of the smell of blood, Mu-jin wondered if she had just put it on for fun.
* * *
Immediately after driving out self-proclaimed political factions and completing the arrangement of the manor to be used as a member of the National Assembly.
Mujin moved to deal with the main purpose of visiting Namchang here.
Cheonryu Sangdan Gangseo-seong Nanchang Bunta. It was said that even in that Bunta, they visited the Bunta Jujeon located in a deep place.
“Lord Bunta. “The Mujin boy from Shaolin has come to visit us.”
“Come on in.”
Bunta Jujeon passed through the door opened by Bunta’s general and entered.
There was a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties.
‘Hey. There is no other bungeoppang.’
Indeed, it seems that blood cannot be deceived. He looked exactly like Ryu Ji-kwang when he was young.
Not only the appearance, but also the atmosphere of the Bunta match was similar. Papers piled up on the table.
But there were also subtle differences.
Ryu Ji-gwang always had a kind-looking smile. Mujin thought that perhaps it was because of his enlightenment as an old merchant.
The old merchant, who realized that a smile doesn’t cost money, kept making smiles, and naturally, he became Ryu Ji-gwang, who always wore a smile that seemed to be a mask on his face.
Just looking at the fact that he still uses Banjodae against Mujin, who was only a monk, his skill in dealing with a merchant was at an amazing level.
Because it meant that even young Mujin believed that one day he could become a ‘customer’ of Cheonryu Sangdan.
On the other hand, the face of his second son, Ryu Seol-ho (流雪虎), looked very blunt. It seemed like he was wearing a mask created to hide his weaknesses from the opponent.
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