It's not Shaolin (2)

 

As soon as the crowd turned their heads following Hyekwan's hand and saw Mujin's face.

“····”

There was an eerie silence nearby.

No matter how lofty Shaolin's name is, the other party is now a child who is now a fifteen-year-old man.

This was an opponent that could have been beaten by any number of people. The only problem was that they represented a "political party" in their own way.

"Aren't you ignoring us too much?"

"Oh yes!"

Even though it was a medium-sized sect, it was impossible for the humans of the clan to dance against a child.

"Hahaha· Do you need to take matters into your own hands? Let's go in a "partisan" way. Late indices Wouldn't that be nice and neat?"

After saying that, Hyekwan glanced at the crowd with a smug look and pointed to someone.

"I think he's just right..."

At the place where Hyekwan pointed was a young man who looked to be about twenty years old.

Whether by coincidence or necessity, the young man Hye-kwan pointed to was none other than Kang Geo-wan, the eldest son of Kang Tae-gu, the lord of Taegummun.

Kang Ge-wan, who was chosen by Hye-kwan, unknowingly crumpled his face.

"Even if he was the Nangong Jinchen of the Nangong Se Family or the Qingshui Dojo of the Shaman, if he was at that age, he wouldn't have been able to beat me!"

He turned twenty-one after his birthday a few months ago, and while he may not be as good as the two who were famous across the continent, he was a late-stage exponent who made a name for himself in Nanchang.

But whether his son's pride was hurt or not, Kang Tae-gu asked, barely holding on to the corners of his mouth as he tried to swipe up.

"Are you sure you're going to have a match between him and Gu Wan?"

"If you don't like it, will you spar with the monk?"

"Ahem· That's not what I meant."

Kang Tae-gu replied with a clear throat and leaned back to whisper to his son.

"If the other person is caught off guard, you shouldn't let your guard down..."

"Don't let your guard down, Father. No matter how much you are a Shaolin disciple, you're still a bronze monk. If you are a disciple who has not even mastered the seventy kinds of mastery, you have nothing to fear."

Kang Tae-gu shook his head at his son's words as he replied with a face that hurt his pride.

As his son said, the reason why the Gu Pile Bang and the Five Great Generations, which are called prestigious great schools, are terrifying is precisely because they possess martial arts called divine gongs and martial arts.

But if it's a magician, I don't know... In order to master the sect's discipline and new techniques, one had to work his way up from the basic martial arts.

And those basic martial arts were possessed by all the middle and small sects. There is a lack of martial arts at the level of mastery and divine gong, and those who have reached the level of mastery remain in the middle and small schools.

In the end, the great gap between the disciples of the Middle and Minor Sects and the disciples of the Elite Sect began in their late teens at the earliest, and usually in their twenties.

Therefore, the level of that young man, who had only just become intellectual, would not be much different from that of the young disciples of the Middle Lessons.

"The cause is sufficient. So give me a scolding and come back."

"Yes· Father·"

At Kang Tae-gu's instructions, Kang Ge-wan stepped forward with a confident step.

Kang Gewan, who lived up to his name, greeted Mu Jin with a blank slate.

"This is Kang Gewan, the rumor master of the Taiken Gate. Brother-in-law·"

"This is the Shaolin Three Great Disciples, Mu Jin· Amitabha Buddha·"

After being greeted by Mu Jin, Kang Gewan clicked his tongue inwardly.

"No matter how Shaolin is, I still seem to be more senior than Mujin, so I'm willing to give up the first attack."

Mu Jin laughed at the sight of Kang Gewan saying so without even holding the sword on his waistband.

"Yes, please."

Immediately after shaking his head in response, Mu Jin snuggled into Kang Gewan's arms.

Shocked by Mu Jin's move at a much faster speed than expected, Kang Gewan flinched as he hurriedly tried to throw down his fists.

He remembered the fact that he had decided to concede the first attack.

Unable to help it, Kang Gewan leaned backwards to avoid Mujin's first punch.

No, I thought I avoided it.

Thinking that he had brushed past Kang Gewan's face, Wu Kwon suddenly stretched out his fingers and grabbed the back of Kang Gewan's neck with a golden sword.

‘!?’

While Kang Gewan was surprised by the enormous force felt in his throat.

Puck!!

Mujin's raised knee hit Kang Gewan's abdomen exactly.

"Whoa..."

Kang Ge-wan, who felt like he was about to vomit from the impact of his internal organs, bent down and grabbed his abdomen.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

As if it was nothing, Mujin was lazily expressing his gratitude as the prefect.

“····”

After only one day, a strange silence engulfed the left and center once again.

In particular, Kang Tae-gu, Kang Geo-wan's father, wanted to hide in a rat hole.

In Dalian, which was held in the name of the political faction to prevent Shaolin's advance, his son was embarrassed for his useless bravado.

At that moment, Kang Gewan, who was holding his stomach and bowing at the waist, hurriedly raised his head and exclaimed:

"Oh, we're not done yet!"

Even though everyone knew that Kang Ge-wan had lost, Kang Ge-wan was unstoppable.

The moment they were defeated, they were already in a situation where they had nothing to lose, because they couldn't avoid embarrassment. So he thought of at least taking a swearing.

"Phew· I will apologize for belittling my innocent brother. So I'd like to ask you to spar again..."

His face turned red from humiliation, and he bowed his head as he spoke.

Looking at Kang Gewan like that, Hye Kwan opened his mouth with a face that was very pitiful and was about to die.

"I'm so desperate, why don't you listen to me? Mujin-ah·"

He looked like he was making fun of everyone.

"I will. Uncle Hye-kwan·"

Mu Jin also shrugged his shoulders once and accepted the sparring again.

"I told you that I was going to talk to you, so I'll take this opportunity to repay your humiliation!"

After enduring humiliation and getting a chance, Kang Ge-wan pulled out the sword he had been wearing from the start to avoid the same mistake as before.

"I didn't bring a wooden sword because I didn't expect Dalian, so I'll use my sheath to spar instead. Mujinja·"

"It doesn't matter if you take off your sheath and use your sword to spar with your true sword..."

“··· The sheath is enough..."

Mu Jin's thoughtful words made Kang Gewan grit his teeth and replied.

'I Won't Let You Go!'

As soon as the sparring began, Kang Gewan measured the distance between him and Mu Jin and swung his sword diagonally.

True to its name, the sword used to be larger than the swords commonly used by the powerful people.

Both the length and thickness of the sword blades were larger than ordinary swords, and of course, the weight of the sword was heavier than that of other clans.

In addition to that, the martial arts of the Taiken Gate also focused on the tricks of the heavy sword.

His swordsmanship was more about "destroying" his opponents than "cutting" them.

Mujin slammed his fist into the katana as it flew towards his upper body.

'You have humiliated me, so I will take at least one of your right hands!'

In order to avenge the humiliation he had suffered in one match, Kang Ge-wan raised the internal attack even more. He intended to harpoon the bones of Mujin's right hand.

And the moment his sword and Mujin's supremacy collide.

깡!!

There was a metallic sound that made it hard to believe that flesh and iron had collided.

As if that wasn't enough, the fists and the sword collided, but Kang Gewan's arm was lifted upwards and the sheath was torn off.

Still, perhaps because he had been practicing the sword technique for ten years, Kang Gewan took advantage of the sword that had been lifted up and lowered the sword again.

Before I knew it, I was using a true sword as Mujin said.

Even as the true sword flew towards him, Mu Jin didn't panic and dug into Kang Gewan step by step.

Kang Gewan's sword attack wasn't as fast as it contained the trick of a heavy sword.

However, perhaps to solve the problem, he was using a slash-oriented attack that aimed at a large surface instead of aiming for a localized area and stabbing sharply.

Even a graze that made use of the trick of a heavy sword was an offensive that felt like a fatal blow.

It was an attack that dominated a wide space, so it wasn't easy to dodge all of them and dig in.

Therefore, Mujin used both hands to attack the elusive attack, slamming it into the side of the sword.

He wasn't at the stage of completion, so he couldn't put his hand on the blade of the sword he was wielding.

How many times had Kang Gewan's sword and Mujin's hand clashed with each other?

Mujin was narrowing the distance little by little with each encounter, and before he knew it, he was able to burrow into Kang Gewan's arms.

The moment he wields Kang Gewan's sword again·

Mu Jin didn't slash his sword again, but instead unleashed a golden sword trick with his left hand, grabbing Kang Gewan's hand that was holding the sword.

Kang Gewan, who was holding his hands, shouted urgently.

"Now, wait!?"

Mujin swung his right hand at Kang Gewan's face.

Puck!!

The punch that clashed with the sword made a metal sound, and blood splattered from his mouth, and his teeth gushed out.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

After sparring, Mujin bowed as the class leader, and everyone's eyes turned to Mujin. To be exact, the blood on the stormwater that pretends to be a half-hearted.

"Hmm· I think enough sparring is enough..."

The strange silence was broken by Hyekwan's smirking voice. It was as if he was holding back his laughter no matter who heard it.

"Isn't it too much to spar for?"

Kang Tae-gu shouted, sad that his son couldn't chew food anymore, and Hye-kwan turned his head to the side and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It was an accident during sparring, wasn't it? That Guwan also wields a sword, and it looks like he's going to cut us off completely?"

"Ha, but Mu Jin is not hurt!"

Kang Tae-gu insisted, and Hye-kwan smiled and replied.

"Would you like to spar with the main monk of the river gate? Well, I might accidentally punch a hole in Kang Wenju's belly during sparring, but it hasn't happened yet, right? Hahaha·"

With that murderous smile, no one could talk about this sparring anymore.

No, in the first place, it was a sparring between two people with a seven-year age difference. The moment Kang was defeated, they were no longer qualified to discuss anything.

Instead of discussing it, he had to hide it to avoid embarrassment.

Mu Jin also knew this, so he was willing to go to the Dalian proposed by Hye Guan.

If there's one thing I'm curious about...

'Did Master Hyekwan calculate that and attach me to that guy named Geowan?'

It was a point to do, but...

"Hmph... When you've finished your business, why don't you leave?"

Looking at Hyekwan with a blood-stained smile on his face, he wondered if he had just put it on for fun.

* * *

Shortly after he got rid of the self-proclaimed political factions and finished clearing the manor for his council members.

Mu Jin moved to deal with the main purpose of his visit to Nanchang.

Tianyu Upper Jiangxi Nanchang Bunta· It was said that he had gone to the Bunta Jujeon located in the middle of the city.

"Lord Bunta· Shaolin's Mujin has arrived..."

"Tell me to go in."

Passing through the door opened by the governor of Bunta, he entered the Bunta Battle.

There was a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties.

"Hey... I don't have any taiyaki..."

I wondered if I couldn't fool my blood, and I thought that Liu Zhiguang when I was young looked just like that.

Not only did they look good, but they also had a similar atmosphere to the Bunta battle. A pile of papers on the table.

But there were also subtle differences.

Liu Zhiguang always had a friendly smile on his face. Mu Jin thought it was probably because of his enlightenment as an elderly merchant.

Realizing that a smile doesn't cost money, the old merchant continued to make a smile, and naturally Liu Zhiguang, who always wore a smile that seemed to unite his face with a mask.

The fact that Mu Jin, who was only a bronze monk, still uses the Banzon Belt to this day shows that his handling skills as a merchant are amazing.

It meant that even young Mujin thought that one day he could become a "customer" of the top of the heavens.

On the other hand, his second son, Liu Xuehu, had a very sullen face. It was a mask made up to hide his weakness from his opponents.