Shattered?

 

"Mu Gong and Mu Jin come forward!"

Morning of the day of sparring·

As if he didn't need to say anything about it, Hye Jung shouted in a grandiose voice.

Hye Jung looked at Mu Jin for a moment with a complicated expression.

For the past week, Mu Jin has been training arbitrarily in the early morning, and in the morning, he has always done his best to cultivate the Yan Ring Ticket.

After watching her like that for seven days and seven nights, Hye-jeong was a little confused.

"At least I didn't think I was making excuses because I didn't like training."

It looked like the little guy had some kind of training method of his own.

But even so, he couldn't forgive him completely. No matter how much they have their own training methods, how dare they compare them with those of the Millennium Shaolin?

"I want you to take this opportunity to admit that Shaolin's training methods are superior to those you know."

As a Buddhist martial artist, it was also his role to correct the young apprentice who was going astray.

After thinking about it, Hye Zheng turned her head and looked at Mu Palace.

"It would be too much to correct that child's misconceptions. Cancer·'

He was the most outstanding of the seventy or so inductees.

Even though he was a basic martial artist, he had a good understanding of the intricacies of the annualization rights for a child. On top of that, I was diligently participating in training every day, and whenever I had time, I went out on my own to train.

In addition, his natural musculature was superior to that of other children, so he was a child who had the potential to become a master of Shaolin.

And Mugung, who was looking forward to Hye-jeong's gaze, was pounding wildly.

'Master Hye-jeong is watching me!'

His dream is to become a disciple of Shaolin and make a name for himself in Wulin.

At this moment, He intuitively felt that he was one step closer to that dream.

"I'm sorry for you, but I'm going to climb over you."

Seeing this as an opportunity to properly stamp his eyes on Huizheng's master, Mu Gong looked at Mu Jin with a hint of speculation.

"Shhh

Regardless of whether Hye-jung and Mu-gung were thinking among themselves, Mu-jin was relaxed, squatting alternately between his legs and relaxing his leg muscles.

And Mujin, who had relaxed his muscles appropriately, asked Hyejung in a relaxed tone.

"Can I start now?"

The laid-back attitude made the tendons sprout on Mu Mu's forehead.

'Hmph· You're bluffing!'

He had such a thought in his head, but Mu Gong, who was still young, was unconsciously on the pills.

"Let's go!"

I wonder if it's because of that anger.

Mu Gong's judgment was a little disturbed, and when Mu Jin, who had been pretending to be relaxed, rushed in as soon as the sparring began, Mu Gong's body moved earlier than he expected.

The first meal of the annual circle that he had been training for the past three months without a break was a reflexive reflex.

As expected, as Hye-jung expected, the annual ticket that Mu Infinitely unfolded boasted a level of perfection that could not be compared with children her age.

His fist, which was stretched out in a picturesque line, was very swift and even produced a perforation that was not appropriate for his age.

But·

For Mu Jin, who had been practicing for the past seven days and nights and had grasped the movements of the Infinite Realm, it was a punch that was so obvious that he could avoid it without even looking at it.

Mujin slumped his upper body in the nick of time just before the fist slammed into his face.

“!?”

The startled Mu Gung shifted his body to use something else.

Mujin didn't miss the moment when the center of gravity of Mujin was twisted. He used his shoulder to press down on Mu Gong's abdomen and at the same time pulled Mu Gong's crest with both arms.

It was a picture-perfect tackle move.

The act of rubbing with a tree It was a practice of tackle.

"What's up?!"

"What!?"

Naturally, everyone who had been watching the sparring with the thought that Mu Gung would win was stunned by the sudden situation.

Mujin carefully laid Mugung down, being careful not to break his head when the young Mugung fell on the tackle.

In a lightning-fast motion, he fell to the side and hung the armbar at the same time.

The time it took for Mu Mu to be subdued from the start of the sparring match was just over a second.

In that short period of time, the game was decided, and some of them couldn't even grasp the situation, and some of them just opened their mouths in surprise.

"Hurry up and get out!"

"How could a Shaolin disciple not be able to endure that!"

Only after the situation was over did some of the disciples come to their senses and throw out unrealistic admonitions.

But they knew it in their heads.

They didn't know the Amba technique, but they had practiced martial arts for at least a decade, so they didn't know how much pain that posture would cause to their arms.

It was just that the disciple he trusted was defeated so easily that he couldn't accept the situation.

"Ugh..."

And the infinity of the technology was very much to die for now. He felt a terrible pain in his arm, and the disciples who were supposed to be able to see him kept shouting at him to get rid of it and stand up.

On top of that, the little guy named Mujin who overpowered his arm is now.

"Hey... If you resist, your arm will be broken· Why don't you just surrender?"

Squeak·

I pressed his arm moderately and added a few words of threat.

Mu Jin had no intention of breaking the arm of a child who was more than twenty years older. I just wanted him to surrender before he got hurt.

The only problem was the current situation of Mu Infinity.

"Uh-huh! Wake up!"

"He's not even trained properly! With your strength, you will be able to pull it off!"

On one side, the disciples who wanted to look good were yelling at him to stand up.

Kiiik·

"Hey... If you give more force, will the bones fall out? Don't you feel it? If you give me a little more effort, I'll be crippled for the rest of my life. Inma· Just surrender quickly..."

On the other side, Mujin grabbed him by the arm and threatened him.

Unable to withstand the pain in his arms and the terrible pressure from both sides, he finally said,

“끄으으윽· 흐윽· 흑· 으아아앙!!”

I burst into tears.

The one who pretended to be as tall as the other kids and acted like an adult.

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Mugung, who was the biggest among his peers, was lying on the ground and wailing loudly, and silence fell to the theater for an instant.

"I've solved it. I solved it· I'm sorry· Yes? I was wrong..."

When Mugung burst into tears, Mujin hurriedly released the armbar, soothed Mugung and gently pressured the arm of the one who must have been a burden.

"Eight· So why would you make him fight with a kid for nothing..."

It was a legitimate sparring, but Mu Jin muttered to himself, feeling like he had bullied a child who was more than twenty years older.

Naturally, everyone's eyes turned to Hye Jung, who had arranged this sparring.

"Ahem..."

One of the Great Disciples cleared his throat and everyone turned their heads.

"Ugh... Ugh· It's a shame!"

At that moment, Mu Gung, who was in the middle of crying, cried out in a sad voice.

"Filthy?"

"You rushed in as soon as it started! And you attacked with a strange technique, not a refinement! It's cheesy! If I fight properly, I can win!"

Mu Gong, who had been pretending to be an adult as much as he could, burst into tears and screamed like a child.

"Oh my gosh... That's right. I'm sorry· We, Mugunghwa, are very good at the annualization. That's right..."

"It's not Mugunghwa, it's Mugunghwa!!"

"Oh my gosh... That's right..."

Mujin was lying on the floor, soothing the whining Mu Gong.

"From what I've heard, Mu Infinite has a point..."

One of the Great Disciples, who had been watching the situation for a while, stepped forward and said,

"When it comes to sparring between Shaolin disciples, it's natural to use Shaolin martial arts. You've broken the rules..."

The great disciple said triumphantly, as if he had caught a gun, but Mu Jin, who had been soothing Mu Gong for a long time, only snorted.

"Didn't you tell me a few days ago? Shaolin's martial arts focus on 'suppressing' the enemy."

"That's right..."

"I've definitely overpowered Mu Zero. It's a lot cleaner than using a yearning ticket."

"What!?"

"If we had used the reincarnation, we would have kept throwing punches at each other, but if we had, our injuries would have been worse than they are now. But what about now? He cried, but he was not hurt in any places, was he?"

I threatened to break my arm, but I didn't break it in the end. Even in the process of knocking him over with a tackle, he was careful and did not hit his head.

In other words, he succeeded in subduing him without leaving any wounds or injuries on his body.

"That's right..."

"It's far-fetched! How could you not use Shaolin's martial arts in Shaolin's sparring!"

In response to Mu Jin's logical rebuttal, the Great Disciples, who seemed to be much older, began to force themselves to do so.

After staring at the scene for a while, Hye Jung quickly realized that the atmosphere was not going well, so she stepped forward.

"Mujin·"

"Yes· Uncle Hye-jeong·"

"Did you mean that you deliberately used such a technique to subdue the Martial Palace without being hurt?"

"That's right..."

"Then the technique you used is in line with the will of Shaolin to some extent..."

“!!!”

"So today's sparring is your victory..."

At Hye-jeong's sudden advocacy, the disciples looked at Hye-jeong with surprised faces again. Even Mujin, who had only thought of Hyejeong as a stooge, had a surprised look on his face.

But Hye-jung's words weren't over yet.

"One· There is one important problem missing. The technique you used may be more efficient at suppressing your opponent than the Annual. But that's just when the other party's level is a correction level. Why do we Shaolin learn martial arts? It is to subdue the malevolent Maduna villains who have learned martial arts."

The reason why Hye Zheng dared to stop the disciples from forcing them and acknowledge Mujin's victory.

It was because of the strange currents that began to flow among the initiates who had been watching the sparring.

The annuity ticket that they had learned through the past few months was easily destroyed.

As if that weren't enough, the disciples of Lee, who had been harassing them for the past few months by saying that they would teach them martial arts that are so easily destroyed, are trying to force them to do so.

It was inevitable that there would be an atmosphere among the inductees, "Why am I learning this thing while going through this high school?"

The Great Disciples, who had only been training and had not had a social life for a long time, could not read the current, but the Great Disciple Hye Zheng, who had lived a Murim life in her own way, could read the current.

"If we leave it like this, all the disciples this time may leave Shaolin."

It would be a good thing if they left, and if those children who had left had even heard rumors about this, Shaolin would not have been embarrassed or embarrassed.

Therefore, Hye-jung acknowledged Mujin's victory and lightened the mood.

"So this time, I'm going to show you the essence of our Shaolin martial arts! The power of martial arts to deal with the vicious Madhu who uses martial arts!"

He was going to show the disappointed inmates what Shaolin's martial arts were and turn their disappointment into anticipation.

"Bring me the rock!"

When Hye Zheng gave instructions to the two disciples, the two shrewd people understood Hye Zheng's intentions and rushed over.

And after a while·

The two Great Disciples reappeared, holding together a boulder much larger than the others.

"Phew..."

Approaching the rock, Hye Jung took a deep breath and took the cardinal formula of the Yan Ring Circle.

"Take a good look. This is the true power of the annualization that you are mastering."

The moment the majestic inner air that had been coiled in his danjeon spread out to the white sea of his limbs, and Hye-jeong, who had finished his preparation, threw out his fist.

Bang!!!

The huge boulder shattered into pieces.

"Whoaaa!!"

Thanks to Mu Jin's performance, the young monks who had doubted Shaolin's martial arts for a while burst out to exclaim.

The exclamations were mixed with the expectation that if they could endure the penance a little longer, they too would gain the same divine power.

Hyejeong, who was looking at the situation happily, looked at Mujin, who had been the starting point of the incident.

"Oooh!"

And Mu Jin was also staring at the shattered rocks with an exclamation.

'Ugh· That's right· This is nothing..."

There was a scene he had imagined when he was a child reading martial arts magazines.

What is martial arts in martial arts?

One swing of the sword will cut off the mountain.

With a single swing of the sword, hundreds of enemies will be crushed.

If you slam out the fist once, the enemy's body will explode as it is...

"Huh...?"

Mu Jin, who had been admiring like the other children, suddenly had a strange expression on his face, pointed to the shattered rock with his hand, and looked at Hye Zheng.

“··· Didn't you say it was a suppression technique?"

"Did you?"

"Shattered?"

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A strange silence came to the theater again.