Genius (2)

 

The moment when his Nyorai kidneys collided with the Taigeuk of the Qingshui Dojo.

Mu Mu was able to realize an important fact.

‘··· To let it go completely..."

The heavy sensation he felt when he collided with the Spectral Island of the Ilhui Dojo in Dalian last time was not felt at all this time.

At first glance, it looked like he had the upper hand.

The Qingshu dojo, which had been clashing with each other, took a step back at the moment of the collision.

However, it was only a move to release the power of the Nyorai Kidney more completely. Taking a step back, the posture of the Qingshui dojo was not disturbed in the slightest.

However, a confrontation is the difference between victory and defeat in just one match.

With a simple motion, Mu Gong dug into the Qingshu dojo again, stretching out his scarlet-stained hands one after the other.

Visor!

Each time, the Qingshui dojo danced with a light metal sound that was hard to believe that it had collided with the heavy Nyorai Kidney.

'Damn· You don't know!'

That's right. The Qingshui dojo was really dancing.

He moved diagonally to match the movement of the martial arts and danced his sword.

At first glance, he seemed to be taking a step backwards, but if you look closely, he was just stepping in a big circle on the rain stage, spilling all of his Infinite Qiao.

And with a smile that looked like a joyful one.

For some reason, I began to understand Pangafu's feelings.

"Hahaha· You're amazing!"

The blue water dojo that has spilled all the endless successive long moves bursts out laughing pleasantly.

The Qingshui dojo really enjoyed the current Bimu ·

After losing to Mujin in the past... Every night, he imagined Mujin's fist in his head and devoted himself to the sword technique.

But there was a problem: there was no one in the shaman who was as ignorant as Mu Jin who could perform heavy martial arts.

In the end, he had to refine his sword technique by fighting with his imagination Mujin every time.

Therefore, the Heavenly Realm Divine Kidney coolly quenched the thirst in the Qingshui Dojo's heart. It was heavy enough to be compared to the ignorant middle power that Mu Jin had shown in the past.

Even now, he has completely let go of the Divine Realm Qi, but every time he sheds his sword, a heavy energy is transmitted through the sword.

The heaviness of his fingertips was numb, and he was delighted by the Qingshu dojo.

But that's just the position of the Qingshui dojo...

Looking at the face that was about to die of joy, Mu Gong couldn't help but feel his medicine rise.

"Phew· You need to calm down!'

If he was excited, and then he had to go through the same coin muzzle as he did, he wouldn't be as embarrassed as he was.

Mu Gong took a deep breath and controlled the bet, and then pulled the calmed bet out of the battle.

"With the current Nyorai Height, it is impossible to break through the defense of the Qingshui Dojo... And you can't win a long game anyway."

Mu Jin heard that the Qingshu dojo even ate the shaman's Taicheng altar, which was comparable to the Shaolin Great Fan Dan.

In other words, he was at an overwhelming disadvantage in the internal water level.

Therefore, Mu Gong was determined to shake the Qingshui Dojo's defenses with the strongest move he could.

As a result, all bets would be depleted, but it didn't matter.

"Break through the defense and finish off with an external attack."

He still had a strong body that had been semi-forcibly forged by Mujin.

With the determination, the bet in the front of the stage rushes through the fleshly blood.

The lava-like Thermokeeper tried to go on a rampage, but the taboo that envelops him controls him like Goku's Vault.

"You only get one chance..."

The Shaolin Seventy Kinds of Festivals consumes a huge amount of wager like a martial arts called a feast.

From the beginning of the secret dance with the Ilhui dojo until now, the only thing that Mu Endless has done is the one second ceremony that consumes the least amount of internal work.

Mu Gong was preparing for the strongest herbivore he could unleash and a trick that would burn the rest of his inner air in one fell swoop.

"Haaa

With the excitement, Mu Gong stepped on the Jin Pavilion and let out a shout, and the vermilion heat of the Nyorai Xinjiang, which had been confined to the palm of Mu Palace's hand until now, expanded its territory.

The moment when the giant beast man, who has become as large as the palm of a giant Buddha statue, attacks the Qingshui dojo.

Mu Gong saw clearly·

The face of the blue water dojo with a happy expression on his face, as if he had fallen into ecstasy.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Contrary to the violent laughter, the Qingshui dojo didn't move very quickly.

With a fast, but unbreakable movement, he greeted the Qingshui Dojo's Sword Warrior Qiao.

And the moment he collided with the Great Beast, the sword of the Qingshui Dojo moved backwards, as if pushed back by its force.

But he knew that he had attacked.

It was not pushed by force, but it was self-defeating.

The sword of the Qingshui dojo did not stand back, but drew a huge Taiji.

Nope· It wasn't just the sword that drew Taiji.

‘··· That's the Divine Sword Unity that I had only heard about.

The Qingshu dojo was moving his feet in time with the movement of the sword, and the steps he took were also drawing Taiji.

Not only the wrist and foot that hold the sword, but also the shoulder, waist, pelvis, etc. His whole body was drawing a Taijiku and flowing through the infinite Great Beast Seal.

This was the solution that the Qingshui dojo had found over the past year and a half.

How to let go of Mujin's ignorant and horrible coercion.

No matter how much Yu polished his tricks, he couldn't find a way to get rid of his ignorant power with the sword technique alone.

Therefore, the Qingshui dojo decided to become a sword himself.

To be precise, the musculature techniques and physical training techniques he learned through Mujin inspired him.

Inspiration that you can develop not only your sword and wrist, but also your flexibility and be able to stream attacks with your whole body.

Following that inspiration, he practiced his own Taeguk Hye Sword with his whole body, which he had cultivated alone for more than a year, and performed a slow sword dance.

The moment his sword dance stopped·

The Great Beast Beast that Mu Gung had sent out had disappeared without a trace.

Intending to shake his opponent's defenses and finish him off with an outside attack, Mu Gong stopped like a stick, muttering to himself.

"That's why I hate geniuses..."

The Qingshui dojo who let go of the Great Beast didn't even feel a hint of disturbance.

* * *

Mu Jin, who was watching the sparring, muttered to himself that he was sorry for some reason.

"I'm sorry, Mugung-ah..."

To be honest, the biggest reason why Mu Gong lost so much in this sparring match was himself.

"I'm sure the blue water seal in the novel wasn't to this extent..."

In the novel, the blue beast seal was a partisan duo with little weight.

Of course, when he appeared in the novel, he achieved the Divine Sword Unity, but that was at least a few years later.

Perhaps his growth accelerated after the encounter with him. In other words, if the Qingshui Dojo had been the same as it was in the novel, Mu Gung might have won.

"Endless Guy· I'm going to be faint again for a while."

I felt even more sorry for him when I thought of his shoulders hunched over, but I felt even more sorry for him.

“··· 쟨 또 왜 저래?”

On the off-stage, a scene was a little different from Mujin's expectations.

* * *

Defeat·

The most hated thing in the world· Even a defeat on the off-stage where the eyes of countless people were focused.

I felt like I wanted to sneak into a rat hole.

"Waaaaaa

Suddenly, a huge roar and applause erupted from the crowd surrounding the stage.

Mu Gong naturally thought that the shouts and applause were all directed at the Qingshui dojo.

"Is this really the sparring of the late indices?"

"How wonderful they are both of you!"

"In the end, the Great Beast that the Monk Wu Zhi unleashed was truly a terrifying martial art..."

From time to time, he could hear voices admiring him.

Of course, there was more praise for the winner, the Qingshui dojo, but in any case, there was no criticism or teasing of him.

Even though he lost, everyone was happy with him for his excellent performance.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he felt like he was falling into the abyss.

"No, I can't. Don't laugh! Laughing at defeat!'

But he was immovable in his efforts to give the crowd a great look until the end.

"As expected, the shaman's sword technique is completely unprecedented, and I was able to learn a great deal today. Amitabha Buddha·"

Instead, he proudly paid tribute to the Qingshu dojo as a class leader.

An unyielding unyielding loser· A late exponent of a great political faction that competes fairly and fairly.

It was an endless desire to create such a figure.

"Hahaha· Shaolin's martial arts were also excellent. I've also been a big help. Countless waters..."

It meant that he was a great practice partner to prepare for Mujin, who he would meet in the next Bimu.

But that didn't matter to Mu Gung.

'Hmph· Thin ice (?) Late Jisoora, who dances and raises each other. The Qingshui dojo was also a person who knew how to be cool than I thought."

For some reason, I began to like the pure water dojo that agreed with my production.

And, as Mu Gung expected, when the two exchanged greetings with the class leader after a fierce dance, a thunderous cheer erupted again.

Even though he lost, he thought it was a pretty satisfying result.

* * *

Of course, Mujin didn't miss the corners of Mujin's mouth.

But this time, I didn't bother to crave endlessness.

Still, Mujin, who had been with the group for six years and had a lot of social experience, had a rough understanding of Mu Qi.

Contrary to his size and usual behavior, he has a low self-esteem.

It's okay not to be arrogant when you're doing well, but when you lose like today, if you dare to look back on the defeat and touch it, you're more than a sunfish.

So, instead of turning Mu Gung into a sunfish, Mu Jin turned to Mu Yul next to him.

"Shall we go?"

"Huh? Climb up together?"

"It's you and me..."

"Oh!"

Mu Yul's expression, which had been smiling as if he had gained a great enlightenment, suddenly changed to look like a broken wooden doll.

"Hmm· I'm screwed..."

* * *

Immediately after Mu Gong and Qingshu came down from the rain stage. Mujin and Muyul headed to the offstage together.

And when we stood in front of each other on the off-stage...

For the first time, Muyul was on the off-stage with the expression of being dragged to the slaughterhouse, and before I knew it, he was smiling.

It was a huge emotional shift.

"That's one of his strengths, isn't it?"

Always sunny· If they were together, it would infect them for no reason.

When Mujin was thinking about it, Mu Yul laughed and made a strange proposal.

"Mujin! Why don't we do it a little differently?"

"In any other way?"

"Yes! We'll take turns eating each other!"

Mu Jin tilted his head at Mu Yul's words.

Mu Jin's greatest strengths were his non-human reflexes and instinctive movements.

Evasive moves that defy common sense, and bizarre counterattacks that make you wonder how they could unleash such an attack over there.

That guy was definitely stronger in production than the secret dance of the hard political faction.

However, instead of fighting randomly, Bimurani makes promises to each other and takes turns eating one herb at a time.

The suggestion, which seemed to dig his own grave, intrigued Mujin.

"That's right..."

The fact that Mu Yul, who was so clear-headed, might have come up with some kind of scheme made Mu Jin's heart throb.

"Then Mujin is stronger! I'm the first to strike!"

Before Mu Jin could accept it, Mu Yul smiled brightly and exclaimed, and then took a stance.

Watching the scene, Mu Jin smiled like an uncle looking at his nephew who was smoking a joke.