Namgoong Jincheon (2)

 

After hearing Zhuge Jinxi's explanation, Mu Jin shook his head with a calm expression.

Needless to say, Mujin knew all of this. It's just that it was strange that he knew this information because he was stuck in Shaolin, so he pretended not to know and listened to Zhuge Jinxi's story.

He knew he was that kind of guy, so he was described as a "spoon of ten thousand years."

But what can I do?

I'm not going to withdraw if I meet him in the final.

According to the original history, Nangong Jinchen won the Dragon Seal Branch and won the prize.

The reason why Mujin stayed in the Dragon Seal Club this time and tried to win the championship was also to prevent him from getting that item.

Raising Shaolin's reputation was just a slap in the face on the way to the finals.

"And if he were a guy, he might be able to beat that monster..."

I thought maybe we could meet in the final.

At that time, Zhuge Jinxi, who had finished warning about Nangong Jinchen, said goodbye to Mu Jin.

"Then I'm going to go back to Sega's hall. It's hard to lose a long time."

Mu Jin hurriedly grabbed Zhuge Jinxi who was about to turn around.

"Zhuge Jinhui Siju· If you need to contact me urgently, please contact me through the musculoskeletal clinic in front of the non-partisan area."

"As a musculoskeletal clinic? Why don't you go there and not Shaolin?"

"All of the musculoskeletal clinics are managed by Lord Sulwha here, so I can connect with them right away. Isn't the news from Zhuge Sega to Shaolin easy to reach others?"

Mujin didn't bother to mention that he was planning to escape from Shaolin soon. It wasn't that he didn't trust Zhuge Jinxi, but the fewer people he knew, the better the plan.

Of course, when Zhuge Jinxi intervened in the secret line between the two of them, Liu Xuehua had a sullen expression.

– I'm sorry· Sulwha Lord· It was so urgent that I couldn't ask for permission.

Mu Jin hurriedly explained the situation to Liu Xuehua in a full voice.

– Right now, something similar to what happened at the top of the heavens is about to happen in Zhuge Sega. In order to prevent this, it was necessary to establish a liaison with Zhuge Jinxi.

Liu Xuehua was surprised by Mu Jin's electric voice, but he didn't show it outwardly. If you show a strange hint, Zhuge Jinxi will notice...

And just after saying goodbye to Zhuge Jinhui, Liu Xuehua replied to Mu Jin in a calm tone.

"I can't help it. I'll contact the musculoskeletal clinic in Kyunhyun."

I was reluctant to be a liaison between Zhuge Jinxi and Mu Jin, but the situation was unreasonable.

What happened in the Tianyu Pavilion would mean something like a rebellion by her brother, Liu Xueho.

She knew how horrible it was, and she didn't want to disturb Mujin just because of her feelings of jealousy.

"It would be foolish to let such a big deal happen out of jealousy. I'd rather leave my debt to Monk Mu Jin and Zhuge Jinxi to do the rest of my business."

It was also a chance to gain the upper hand against Zhuge Jinhui, so there was no reason to refuse.

* * *

A few days later·

Amid the interest of countless martial artists who came to visit Outer Prefecture, the semi-finals of the Dragon Seal Branch Association began.

Mujin, who was set to compete in the first dance of the semi-finals, headed to the stage with a calm gait.

And on the other side, with the support of the non-partisan Taoists, the Qingshui dojo was climbing the rain stage.

Physic·

Mu Jin laughed involuntarily when he saw this.

The non-partisan elder with gray hair and a long white beard seemed to be giving advice to the Qingshu dojo, but the Qingshu dojo didn't listen to it at all.

The eyes of the Qingshu dojo were completely fixed on himself, and there was a smile on his lips full of happiness.

And his hand was already clutching the sword at his side, and he was twitching as if he couldn't wait to pull it out.

"Who would think that a non-partisan guru was a non-partisan teacher?"

If he wasn't wearing a non-partisan uniform, he looked like a sword demon or pleasure killer.

However, Mu Jin also had a lot of practical experience, so he knew the biggest difference between the Pleasure Killer and the Qingshui Dojo.

"At least he doesn't want to live like him."

The Qingshui Dojo is just mad with a sword. He took pleasure in raising his own level, not a madman who took pleasure in slashing someone.

The reason why the Qingshui dojo turned its eyes to him was not to feel pleasure from cutting himself.

Perhaps it's because of the experience of being in a state of elevation through non-dance with oneself.

Well, if I had taken the wrong path, I would have become a madman who would have committed murder for pleasure by raising the realm through the process of cutting people.

"Infinite Water Supply· I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Mujin Dou·"

"Amitabha Buddha· It looks like that. Clean water dojo·"

"Hahahahaha· I still can't stand it. Oh, I don't have to put up with it anymore!"

With that said, it was a clear water seal that drew his sword.

"Well, if you improve your skills, you might be useful in the future."

Mu Jin was also willing to unleash a fierce bankruptcy report and rushed towards the Qingshui dojo.

'and Death· I'll avenge you!"

Mujin's fist pierced through the gap in an instant, and before he knew it, it was covered with golden energy.

Bang!!!

Immediately after that, Mujin's circle and Qingshui Dojo's Taigeuk collided.

"Hmm?"

After the first collision, Mujin let out a strange sound.

That's because the sensation of the collision was quite bizarre.

"I feel like I've slapped the river just like he said..."

Even though it was clearly in contact with the sword, the sensation in his hand was as if he had dipped his hand in running water.

Mu Gung, who has natural strength and size, boasts strength comparable to Mu Jin, who has been building muscles for six years with professional skills.

It is the Tai Chi Hye Sword of the Qingshui Dojo that has blocked such an infinite Nyorai Kidney, so it is not impossible for Mujin to spill the power of Mujin.

"Well, if you slap the water, the bottom will come out one day."

But Mujin didn't care.

Mu Jin was able to unleash attacks that were as good as the Heavenly Goddess' Height without a break.

It wasn't just because he had muscles and big muscles like Mugung, but because he had balanced his body and nurtured it.

Bang!

Immediately after the first ticket was blocked, Mujin slammed out the first ticket again with his left hand. Then, with only half of the rain recovered, he stabs it back with his elbow.

Bang!!

Even though he clashed with the Qingshui Dojo's sword qi with his elbow instead of his fist, Mujin's elbow was not cut.

The golden energy that had enveloped Mujin's palms had spread to his elbows.

The direction that Mujin has set since he reached the point of erection·

His German martial arts technique, which he created by mastering the White Treasure Priesthood for the hand-to-hand offensive that he carried out with his whole body wrapped in a blanket.

It was the efficacy of the gold ball ball.

At first, the ball wrapped around the fist like a glove, but before it knew it, it encompassed the entire arm.

Not only that, but also ·

Bang!!

The energy that had started on the soles of his feet and wrapped around him like a shoe also covered his entire leg.

Mujin's entire limbs were wrapped in a golden shield.

Bang!

Mujin teased his limbs incessantly, unleashing endless barrage of blows.

He was using his elbows and knees as weapons, and his barrage was nothing short of ferocious.

Caught in the ferocious assault, the Qingshui dojo was staggering like a willow leaf before a typhoon.

"Hahahahahaha!"

The Qingshu dojo burst out laughing as if he was going to die of joy, and he was swaying into the flow of the storm.

"After all, you are a monk!"

He was genuinely admiring. The power of each attack is similar to that of the Mu Infinite who faced him in the third game.

The problem, however, was that it was a huge barrage that could not be compared to Mu Infinity.

The next attack follows before the impact of the clash is exhausted. Naturally, the shocks that could not be let go of all accumulate incessantly, and the shock of the Qingshui dojo's body through the sword is transmitted.

The sparring had begun and the days had not passed, but every muscle in my body was screaming as if I were in a body ache.

However, on the contrary, Qingshui Dojo gave himself over to Mujin's offensive.

He was also a man who could be called a genius of the sword, so he instinctively realized it. The fact that you can't let the storm flow on your own.

The path found by the clear water seal · It's just taking advantage of the turbulence created by Mujin's barrage.

Unleashes the shock that hasn't been let go yet, forcing him to face Mujin's next attack.

Of course, it wasn't an easy act.

Reverse the use of the opponent's power was the foundation of the shaman's martial arts.

"You're so skilled!"

The problem was that Mu Jin wasn't so ignorant.

It wasn't obvious because it was such a fast attack, but Mujin was clearly mixing up his whims in between.

A very fine huh·

A small shift of gaze· Small changes in the angle of the toes· Slight movements of the shoulders such as the back·

It wasn't a big deal, but with Mujin's explosive speed and strength, it was very intimidating.

The slightest misreading of the move, swayed by that tiny sham, could have broken the Tai Chi Hye Sword in an attempt to reverse its power.

An overwhelmingly disadvantageous situation where you have to solve riddles of immense difficulty without stopping for a split second.

However, the tense and unfavorable situation had given the Qingshui Dojo a great gift.

A gift called Trance.

Mu Jin thought as he looked at the Qingshui dojo wielding his sword with a half-tasted ecstatic expression.

'Anyway, geniuses . . .'

If you do something, you will fall into a trance and gain enlightenment. To be honest, Mujin has never been in a trance while learning martial arts.

If he had fallen into a trance every time he danced like that, he would have become a master of the Seven Kings.

But envy the geniuses didn't change anything. I'm not a genius, I'm just going to go my own way.

"Hah!"

The moment Mu Jin shouted out his sword again, Qingshu also held out his sword with an ecstatic expression.

The moment Mu Jin's sword and Qingshu Dojo's Tai Chi Hye Sword collide.

“!?”

Before he knew it, Mu Jin's grasp that had converted the fist into a method was holding the Song Gate Sword of the Qingshui Dojo.

The Qingshu dojo judged it to be a handshake.

Holding a sword to impede its movement· No matter how urgent it was, it was an act that would have had his hands cut off.

'Did you decide that I wouldn't do such a thing because I was a teacher?'

Thinking of this, the Qingshu dojo swung his sword without hesitation. No, I tried to swing it.

Apparently, he tried to move the sword with the help of his bet, but the sword caught in Mujin's grasp showed no signs of moving at all.

Still, it wasn't like blood was gushing out of Mujin's hand, which held the sword in his bare hands.

Kiri·

There was only a strange sound of friction, as if he had been caught by an iron cord.

It was said that the effect of the jade pot that Mu Jin was learning was to compress the muscles, but the jade gold kanggong had the benefits of iron cloth ginseng.

And Mu Jin's skin, which had been cultivated for a long time from the iron cloth hemp to the jade gold gong, had already reached the point of sword immortality.

Of course, it was skin that was torn apart by sword and pottery. But·

Kiriririri·

Every time the Qingshui Dojo created a sword qi, the golden ball gong's sword qi was pushing away.

In the end, after the qi is gone, only the flesh and iron of each other remain.

And Mujin's iron-like flesh completely devoured the blade of the Qingshui Dojo.

Mu Jin, who had fixed the Song Gate Sword of the Qingshui Dojo with his left hand, shouted right hand this time.

However, the Qingshu dojo is also a martial artist who can perfectly unfold Tai Chi, which can be said to be the foundation of Tai Chi Hye Sword. He tried to let go of Mujin's dominance as chairman.

Snap Stone ·

In the first place, the fist was a waste, and the left hand of the blue beast dojo that was stretched out in front of him was also grabbed as it was.

He was caught as if he were wearing a pod, and the Qingshu dojo couldn't even unfold the law or the land law.

And the method that Mu Jin chose to seal both hands of the Qingshui dojo was very simple.

"Ugh..."

We concentrate bets and power on the excellence that caught the left hand of the clean water dojo.

It was a martial arts that could produce nearly two hundred pounds (120 kg) of strength with just a pure grip without internal cavities.

When he grabbed the hand of the Qingshui dojo and exerted his strength, a scream burst out of the Qingshui dojo's mouth.

Forcibly compressed muscles and bone nodes rub against each other, creating horrible pain.

The pain that makes it feel like the bones in my left hand are going to be crushed to powder at any moment. Meanwhile, the Qingshu Dojo swung his sword and tried to drive Mu Jin away.

Kiriririri·

His sword was still in Mujin's grasp, causing only an unpleasant screech.

"Surrender now. If you delay any longer, it will really break. Left hand·"

In response to Mu Jin's threat, Qingshu replied with a smile in pain.

"Big... Such a precious secret opportunity is enough to make your palms hurt. Ugh· Can you give up?"

In the middle of the conversation, he tried to pull his hand out or swing his sword, but it was all about his hand or his sword.

Yu's trick is just to change the direction of the opponent's power. It wasn't a void to move something that was stationary.

Mu Jin sighed, thinking that if he continued like this, he would really have to turn the Qingshui dojo's arm into a rag.

"If it's Bimu, there's a chance next time. If the bones are shattered, won't it be uncomfortable the next time you go to the dance?"

Even in a world of qi and elixirs, it would take a lot of surgery to put the shattered bones together. In this world, it was almost impossible to be cured.

And Qingshu asked, his eyes shining at Mu Jin's words.

"Will you do it again next time?"

"Why not?"

"I will surrender!"

It was a clear water dojo that smiled brightly at Mujin's answer and shouted.