Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 99

◈ Martial Arts Tournament (1)

“Then, I will come back. “Grandfather.”

“Hehehe. “I’m going to be careful.”

Mu-jin said goodbye to Hyeon-gwang to participate in the Moorim competition.

A few days before the date of the Moorim competition, Mujin performed a dance with several Shaolin disciples as his final training.

The three great disciples skipped over and began to dance with the two great disciples, and in the end, Hyegeol or Hyedam. He competed with first-generation disciples such as Hyegwan.

‘Maybe it’s because of the Baekbo Shinken, but my mood has improved a lot.’

As my sense of energy increased as I learned the martial arts of releasing and controlling energy over long distances, I became more accustomed to reading the energy of others.

Meeting with great disciples or first-generation disciples was a process of refining the enlightenment learned from Unheo Jinin by taking advantage of that spirit.

It’s like the practice of reading other people’s energy and predicting what they’re going to use.

Mujin, who had completed his final training and inspection, was now ready to leave Shaolin.

Did he even read Mujin’s intentions?

“Hehehe. “It looks like I’ll be leaving Shaolin for quite some time.”

As Mu-jin said goodbye, Hyeon-gwang added something strange.

“Once I finish everything I have to do this time, I will come back to Shaolin. “There is still something left to tell you.”

Mujin, who thought for a moment about Hyunkwang’s words, gave a semi-honest answer.

“… … When I’m done, I’ll definitely come back. “Grandfather.”

“Hehehe. okay. “That was enough.”

After saying hello to Hyeon-kwang, who smiled empty-handedly, Mu-jin left the palace.

* * *

Shaanxi Bogye.

The Murim Alliance, an alliance of political factions, was located right there.

The reason was simple.

The old faction and the five major factions are the biggest forces in political factions. If I were to pick the middle point between those fifteen great powers, it would be Hubei Province or Shaanxi Province.

And the reason Shaanxi was chosen among Hubei and Shaanxi was because of the war with Maqiao in the past. It was judged that the area called Bogye in Shaanxi Province would be more advantageous in dealing with the demonic forces coming from Xinjiang.

Hanzhong, a strategic location connecting Sacheon and Gansu, was also a candidate, but it was famous in the past as a place with very difficult transportation due to its rugged terrain. Just as Cao Cao described it as a scoundrel.

In any case, for that reason, people from all over the central plains were currently flocking to Bogye, where the Murim League had settled down.

The Moorim competition will be held soon. Among them, there were people who flocked to participate in or watch the Yongbong branch.

It has been 38 years since the Murim League was created.

It has been 30 years since the Yongbong Branch began to be held along with the Moorim Games.

Since this was already the fourth competition held, the area near the Murim Alliance was filled with people and buildings that seemed at first glance to be like a city.

Originally, the place where the Murimmaeng was located was a quiet place located on a hill in an area called Bogye.

However, just as the saying goes that even mountains and rivers change in ten years, countless people came and went around the quiet Murimmaeng, and it gradually took on the form of a prefecture.

A majestic pavilion built in an area called Oehyeon because it is the outskirts surrounding the Murimmaeng.

It was a manor built by the Zhuge family, and it was a place where people of the Zhuge family who were working for the Murim Alliance or those who came to the Murim Alliance from their home families stayed.

In such a manor, people who were not members of the Zhuge family came as guests.

“Has everyone been in a good mood so far?”

In response to the question of Zhuge Hyeon, the elder of the Zhuge family who arranged this event today, the people who came here showed various responses.

“ha ha ha. “It’s been a while.”

The elder of the Hwangbo family who just acts like a brat and responds coolly.

“Why did you prepare this place?”

An elder of the Sichuan Tang family who is looking at Zhuge Xuan with a keen gaze, as if trying to read Zhuge Xuan’s intentions.

“Tsk. “I guess he wants to talk about something trivial again.”

Hebei Paengga speaks in a nonchalant tone, as if he doesn’t like Zhuge Sega’s constant teasing.

“… … .”

And even the Namgung family is just standing there with an arrogant attitude, as if it’s okay.

The elders of the world’s five great families, called the world’s five great families, had gathered together.

These were people who participated as a kind of proxy for the head of each Sega for this martial arts competition.

Towards them, Zhuge Xuan opened his mouth with a strange expression.

“You may have all heard the rumors, but Shaolin’s behavior has been unusual recently.”

Instead of Namgung, who remained silent, and Hwangbo, who had a dumb expression on his face, the elders of the Tang and Paeng families spoke.

“‘It’s not unusual’… … .”

“Are you talking about the strange business of the congressman or something?”

“That’s right.”

“Are you worried about that act of volunteerism?”

“Although the majority of the profits earned from the clinic are used by Sorim to relieve the poor, it is true that Sorim continues to expand its business. Moreover, this is a project carried out in collaboration with Cheonryu Trading Company.”

In response to Zhuge Xuan’s explanation, the elder of the Tang family began to roll the abacus with a cool face, and the Peng family showed an annoyed expression.

“Also, the problem is not just the congressman. As you may have already heard, Shaolin also joined hands with shamans. A year and a half ago, he sent his second generation and third generation disciples to conduct martial arts exchanges. Immediately after that, we opened a clinic in Gyeonhyeon, right in front of the shaman.”

“It sounds like even a shaman joined hands with the world of heaven.”

“That’s right. “What could it be if they, who have been acting noble all this time, are not secretly showing ambition?”

“Instead of going on about things you already know, could you please get to the point?”

To the question of the impatient Peng family, Zhuge Xuan responded with an intelligent smile.

“What does it mean that Shaolin was the first to join hands with shamans? “Aren’t you trying to create a force centered around the old faction, one faction?”

“Are you saying that in order to fight against that power, we should create a power led by the Five Great Families?”

“Rather than opposition, let’s call it ‘insurance.’ “We need to prepare for any unexpected situation.”

At Zhuge Xuan’s words, the five elders present looked at each other with various expressions in their eyes.

* * *

At a time when the elders of each family were talking in one corner of the Zhuge family’s manor.

There, the late exponents of each family who had come here with their elders were gathered together and having a conversation.

‘Haam. ‘I’m bored.’

And a woman who is treated as an oddity even in the party family, which is famous for its gloomy personality despite its political faction. Dang So-mi was killing time by suppressing her yawn.

‘Aren’t those boring?’

Where she was looking, several late-stage exponents were gathered around a young man and chattering away.

Although they are called the five major generations, there was a clear difference in power even within the five major households.

And if the current best family in the world was a shaman, then the current best family in the world was the Namgung family.

Currently, at the center of the latter-day index, he is acting in a silent manner and pretending not to listen to the stories of his peers.

“Ho ho ho. I don’t know if there was a need to open this Yongbong branch. Anyway, the win belongs to Brother Namgung.”

“Tsk. Namgoong’s win is natural, but shouldn’t we also try to make a name for ourselves? “Pang Soger.”

“That’s right. Ho ho ho. This is true. “I have to hope that the bracket turns out well.”

He is a young man who is said to be the future of the Namgung family. It was Namgung Jincheon (南宮振天).

Among the men, there were a few who had a burning desire to win towards Namgung Jincheon, but the women were all trying to impress Namgung Jincheon. Except yourself.

‘uh?’

However, upon closer inspection, there was another woman besides herself who showed no interest in Namgung Jincheon.

Naturally, curiosity bloomed in Dang So-mi’s heart.

‘Jegal Jinhee… … ‘It was, right?’

She was also quite a famous woman, so I had heard her name and story several times.

She is the daughter of the Zhuge family, but at the same time, she is an overly ambitious person who wants to become the head of the family.

But Dang So-mi recalled that information and tilted her head.

‘Then, shouldn’t we at least show a competitive spirit?’

Zhuge Jinhui really didn’t seem to have the slightest interest in Nangong Jincheon. Even that common desire to win.

at that time. Jegal Jinhee, who was watching Somi Dang, moved her body. Tang So-mi, filled with curiosity, followed Jegal Jin-hee out of her room.

“Jegal sister!”

When she called Zhuge Jin-hee out in a bright tone, she looked at her with a blunt expression.

“What’s going on? “Dang sojeo.”

Even though she called me sister, she answered in a very harsh tone.

“It was so boring inside, so I followed my older sister out because I was curious about what she was doing.”

However, Dang So-mi put an iron plate on her face and acted innocent and said that.

“Even if you follow me, you won’t see anything interesting. “While I’m talking over there, I’m thinking of practicing instead.”

So, it was a tone that seemed to ask for attention, but Dang So-mi, who was curious, did not back down easily.

“As expected, she deserves to be called the daughter of the Zhuge family. Is her sister’s goal also to break her Nangong sword?”

“I have no interest in Namgung’s sword.”

“Hmm. Well, it’s hard to set goals that are too high. “I understand that feeling.”

When Dang So-mi pretended to be innocent and said something provocative, a smile appeared on Jegal Jin-hee’s face. It was a cold smile.

“I was saying that Namgung Jincheon is just a process. “I have someone else in mind.”

At Zhuge Jinxi’s words, Tang Somi’s eyes sparkled.

Namgung Jincheon expressed that it is just a process. If so, what does that mean?

‘It means that I know a stronger review index than Namgung Jincheon!!’

Dang So-mi, who had thought so far, asked a question.

“Do you mean Shaman Sword Dragon?”

“It’s not the Cheongsu Dojo. “I have to train, so let’s go.”

Looking at Zhuge Jinhui, who said hello in a blunt tone and turned around, Tang Xiaomi’s eyes began to shine with interest.

‘Maybe it’s more fun than I thought?’

She suddenly became interested in this Yongbong branch.

* * *

Oehyeon where countless people are gathering. There, the disciples of Shaolin arrived.

“Wow~!!”

Muyul innocently exclaimed in admiration at the bustling appearance, and Mugung also opened her mouth in a curious tone, although she did not show it.

“Is this really a bustling place?”

“Hehehe. Even in peacetime, people come and go, but not this much. “People gathered here because of the Moorim competition and the Yongbong branch.”

The person in charge of this trip, Oedangju Hyeonhyeon, was the one who answered Mugung’s question.

There was no way Shaolin would send out only four of its three great disciples to an event like this. And although the Yongbong Branch is only the biggest event, the Murim Convention is ultimately a venue for political faction dialogue and agreement held by the Murim Alliance.

People called martial arts masters demonstrated martial arts, and the Murim Alliance held meetings with key figures from various sects to discuss major issues.

Well, even so, Shaolin had formed a fairly simple group.

Master Hyeonhyeon, the representative, has one great disciple. Five disciples of Lee University. Lastly, there were only four of the Three Great Disciples who would participate in the Yongbong branch.

“First of all, I guess I should head to the manor to unpack.”

With that said, Master Hyeonhyeon took the lead, and the Shaolin disciples, including Mujin, followed him.

Naturally, the eyes of the crowds filling the streets turned to them.

“It’s Shaolin.”

Their perspectives varied as they recognized Shaolin’s unique scarlet lyrics. Some people have eyes of longing, others have eyes of restraint. Someone else is curious.

In fact, the biggest reason for these looks was because this was an external location.

As was the case in Dengfeng County, from the perspective of the general public, the Shaolin are just strong but kind monks. Do you sometimes beat up bad guys?

However, this Oehyeon was a village created by the Murim Alliance, and the Murim people flocked there due to the Murim competition.

Among those who watched Shaolin on the street, Gu Hal was said to be a Shaolin person in his own way, regardless of whether he was an expert or a low-level person.

“It looks like Shaolin is also participating in the Yongbong branch.”

“Hmm. But don’t you look too young?”

“There are only three people.”

A few of the subordinates pretended to be whispering to themselves, but they could not escape the hearing of the non-capitalist room where everyone had now reached a higher level.

“Are we too young?”

To Moo-gyeong’s question, Moo-jin answered calmly.

“Even for a later index, it is rather young. “Usually, the period from the terms and conditions until the age of 30 is called the late index.”

Participation in the Yongbong branch is limited to late-stage indexes. So, the average age group of participants was often in their early or mid-twenties.

Those below that level were young enough to lack skills, and although those above that level could participate, it was an act of losing face in many ways.

It was like getting older and calling yourself a late Jisoo.

In that sense, the age of the Mujabae Sign Room was quite young. Mujin and Muhyul were eighteen, and Mugung and Mugyeong were nineteen.

Mu-gyeong, perhaps now realizing that they were relatively young, spoke in a somewhat anxious tone.

“Then I guess we’re at a huge disadvantage… … .”

“What are you worried about? “If you think about it, there is no one stronger than Hyegwan and Sasukjo.”

Mu-gyeong shook her head at Mu-jin’s encouragement. No matter who he faced, it seemed like he wouldn’t get beaten up as much as he did during training.

at that time. Muyul, who was listening to their conversation with a bright face, tilted her head and asked.

“But why are there three of us? “There are four of us, right?”

At that question, Mujin and Mukyung glanced at Mugung.

Who would view that rice cake and its face value as a late-term index?

“what? why?”

Mugung blushed and shouted at the gaze of Mujin and Mukyung.

It seemed like he still lacked the ability to move his mind.

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