Special Doors (2)

 

There was no one in the Qing and Army who stepped forward as if there was an exchange of voices over who would go out.

"If you don't have anyone to come forward, please go back."

After exchanging glances at Mu Jin's confident shout for a long time, a Taoist stepped forward from the Qingcheng side of Qingsheng and Ami.

"It's not Qingcheng Sect's two great disciples, Feng Yun..."

Judging by his appearance, he looked to be in his early to mid-thirties.

"청운척사 (靑雲 rebuke evil spirit)!"

"The Qingcheng Sect has made up its mind!"

He didn't appear in the novel, but judging from the reaction of the onlookers, he seemed to be quite a famous master.

– Be careful· As you may know, that Taoist made it to the third round of the last Dragon Seal Meeting.

She didn't know it at all, but anyway, Tang Somi sent a warning to Mu Jin in a telephonic voice.

The Dragon Seal Branch is held every ten years.

In other words, it had been ten years since they advanced to the third round (round of 8) in the last Dragon Seal Branch Association.

It was said that in ten years, the mountain would change, which meant that it was a very dangerous opponent.

However, Mujin didn't care about Tang Somi's advice and greeted the Feng Yun Dojo.

It was a little awkward to take the place of the class leader, who had been dragged into the novel and had become ingrained in him by doing it so often, that he was taking the usual greeting method.

"My name is Kanghyuk..."

At Mu Jin's greeting, the Feng Yun Dojo frowned and asked.

“··· Do you have any recluses?"

"You probably don't even know it. It's not a gate in the Middle Plains..."

"But please tell me first..."

"I'm from a special company in a faraway Eastern country..."

"Special Door . . . Do you mean?"

It was a wind-clouded seal that gave me a look of incomprehension.

"Of course I don't know. I just made it up."

It wasn't a name I had just made. It was named after the Special Forces.

The trick that Mujin is going to use in this Bimu· It was a practical martial art that I learned when I was rolling in the Special Forces.

He had used it against Mu Gong in the past, and he had also used it against Liu Xueho's escort samurai at the Feast of the Seven Seasons of the Lotus Family.

"I've never used it in the Dragon Seal Society, so no one will know."

While Mu Jin was thinking about it in his heart, a strange expression appeared on the Feng Cloud Dojo's face.

Such a face with a mixture of relief and carelessness.

"It's the name of a sect I've never heard of..."

I didn't feel particularly bad. If the other party was careless, it would be easier for him to be in a position to be inexhaustible.

I thought, 'I'll come to my senses after a few hits.'

"I'm not asking you to talk, so why don't you get started?"

"Good..."

In response to Mujin's question, the Feng Yun Dojo drew his sword, and Mujin, who was watching the situation, slightly turned his body to the side and took a stance.

In order to perform both punching and grappling, both hands are only about half clenched, with the left foot and the left hand in front of the right hand and the right foot in the back.

Bend your lower body a little for elasticity and bend your upper body very slightly so that you can dig in and tackle at any time.

It was the most basic stance often seen in mixed martial arts matches.

In fact, the martial arts that were required to be trained in the South Korean special forces were "special attack martial arts," which were based on aikido and jujutsu.

In addition, it deals with weapons that are likely to be used in actual military battles, such as military bayonets and field shovels.

However, since this was such an old training process, modern martial arts techniques were also incorporated into it to some extent.

And the face of the Wind Cloud Dojo, who was aiming his sword at Mujin, once again drew a strange expression.

It was the first time I'd ever seen a flag formula.

From the gates you haven't heard to the flag-bearers you haven't heard or seen.

But even if he ignored his opponents, he wasn't blatantly careless.

After all, it was for the benefit of the Munfa, and he had gained some practical experience in his thirties.

Qingyun Chuksa Wind Cloud·

He mastered the Qingyun Red Sword, one of the Qingcheng Sect's feasts, and his sword moved, which earned him the nickname Qingyun Chuksha because he had killed several Safains.

At the same time, a blue sword radiated from his sword like a mist.

From the beginning, they had begun to unfold the Qingyun Red Sword (靑雲赤霞劍), which is the Feast of the Holy Name.

Blue Clouds and Red Sunset Sword·

It was a sword that changed over time, and it was characterized by a sword technique that began with a pure blue color and turned red towards the end of the sword.

Feng Yun killed several of the Safa and took on his sword technique in a slightly different way.

"The blue clouds are stained red with the blood of the equators."

And this time, he had no doubt that his Qingyun would be stained with the blood of a man named Kanghyuk.

Swish!

However, Mujin easily dodged the first sword by stepping back slightly.

Feng Yun didn't care, and spewed out a series of blue sword qi. His sword qi spread out like a cloud and dominated the space.

Then Mu Jin unfolded the ball of gold with his hand, making it look like a winding flag, and began to knock the clouds away.

"Looks like you had a move!"

Pretending to be excited, the wind cloud seal raised the bet even more.

As the sword technique passed to the posthumous stage, the blue mist emanating from his sword slowly turned red.

"Stop this!"

The moment when the Wind Cloud Dojo confidently shouted at Mujin, who was in a hurry to defend and evade.

Pot!!

Mujin, who was only moving sideways and backwards, swooped in by surprise.

It was Mujin who was waiting for his opponent's movements to get a little louder so that he could be a little more vigilant.

The reason was simple. It was because now that he had to hide his martial arts, he couldn't unleash the gold ball or bankruptcy bulletin with all his might.

As he dug in, his clothes were torn against the red sword qi and blood splattered from his skin.

Pot!

Instead, it was Mujin who succeeded in grabbing the Wind Cloud Dojo's gold with both hands.

At the same time, he squeezes his hands and pulls on his hips and pushes his opponent's upper body with his shoulders.

It was a classic tackle move.

“큭·”

While the Wind Cloud Dojo groaned from the impact of being forced to fall to the floor, Mu Jin moved quickly and grabbed both hands of the Wind Cloud Dojo first.

It wasn't to stop the Wind Cloud Dojo from swinging his sword. It was to make it impossible for the Wind Cloud Seal to unfold the Golden Beast or the Land Technique.

Mujin crossed into this world and used the submission technique a few times, but there was one thing he learned along the way.

It was the fact that it was very dangerous to use a submission type of technique against a master.

It wasn't difficult to access. The problem is that after approaching·

In this world of blood and qi, the slightest touch of a finger could have cost you your life.

This was because it was possible to aim for bloodletting and demon blood with the land method.

"If you can only use a gold ball, you can just defend your whole body with a gold ball and make a submission..."

That was the direction Mujin was pursuing, but he couldn't do that now, so he decided to subdue his hands first.

Taking advantage of his overwhelming strength advantage, Mu Jin climbed on top of his opponent's stomach and dragged his hands to his opponent's chest, grabbing both of his opponent's hands with one hand and grabbing Feng Yun Dojo's neck with the other.

"Will you surrender?"

If you don't surrender, you'll break your neck.

Realizing this without difficulty through the immense force of Mujin in his throat, the Wind Cloud Dojo opened his mouth with difficulty.

“··· I'm going to admit defeat."

To be thrown to the ground and beaten by the neck. It was such a humiliating defeat that his face was red.

But what the hell is it?

"We can't admit it!"

On the Qingcheng Sect side, some of the old men screamed with blood in their throats.

"You're talking about such a back-alley municipal thug as a martial arts now!"

"It's no different than Naritagon!"

Mujin replied to their color-coded accusations with a twist in his mouth.

"So the Feng Yun Dojo has just been knocked down by the back-alley municipal thief's technique?"

“!!!”

"What kind of deterrence ...

"You don't have to force it!"

While the elders of the Qingcheng Sect were silent for a while, the people of the Tang family violently sided with Mu Jin.

"Ahem! I'll admit it! But it was definitely a secret. Therefore, it can be said that the river Xiao Kai has already been slashed by the sword before Feng Yun can be defeated!"

"Yes! Just because you were hurt enough, you lost Bimu! Wind and cloud have mercy on you, and you've stopped your sword!"

"You mean this?"

At the opponent's continued insistence, Mu Jin now openly sneered and pointed to his own wounds.

And then...

Crackle!

With both hands, he tore the jacket he was wearing to shreds as if he were tearing a piece of paper.

What was revealed were muscles that looked as if they were made of diamonds.

There were scars and blood all over his skin from the rain he had just made, but thanks to the muscles that looked so strong, it felt like he had just scratched a stone with a slight incontinence.

"I'm learning the outside air, and I have this kind of scratch, but it's only a little mana, right?"

Mu Jin's sneering words made the Qingcheng Sect warriors unable to speak in rebuttal any longer.

The atmosphere around him was already in favor of Mujin.

The way he ripped off his jacket and exposed it was so intimidating.

It was as if he were an armament swept across the middle of a battlefield, insisting that a wound wasn't even a wound.

– It's okay· Now that we have already figured out the author's martial arts, we will see the end of the amifa. Amitabha Buddha ·

The elders of the Qingcheng sect heard the sound of the Amifa nuns.

"Ahem... I'm going to admit defeat."

"Then this time, I'm going to ask for Bimu from our Amifa. River small gorge·"

It was obvious what Qingsheng and Ami had been exchanging about, but Mujin gladly accepted Bimu.

"Great..."

It was easier to have a conversation with your fists than a squabble of words.

Before Mujin's answer could be given, a woman from among the Amipa nuns stepped forward.

"It's called the Amifa Second Disciple Discipline (啓倫)." Amitabha Buddha·"

"It's Kang Hyuk, a special specialist..."

Mujin exchanged greetings with the nun and analyzed the opponent.

'Seeing that it was bare-handed, I thought of a solution of my own, is this it?'

Even though Amifa was unable, his sword technique was also quite famous. However, the opponent is the opponent of the enemy.

In the process of Mujin's submission call, it was blatantly revealed that he was going to aim for the blood sword with the land method and the gold trick.

But they were greatly mistaken. The illusion that Mujin's only weapons are external attacks and submission techniques.

Immediately after the start of Bimu ·

Mujin willingly took a step forward.

Unlike when dealing with the Swordsman, it was only for a short time that he was able to get quite close and engage in a war of nerves.

When Mu Jin tried to bend down his upper body and dig in, as Mu Jin had predicted, Gui Lin unleashed a golden sword trick and tried to point out Mu Jin's blood chart.

However, Mujin, who had dug into Gye-ryun, instead of trying to hold on to the pit with both hands like before.

Puck!

He pulled his upper body back and at the same time swung his left hand lightly, aiming for the face of the Gye-ryun.

In modern terms, it was a left jab followed by a tackle fake.

Still, it was a succession of great disciples who came forward on behalf of the Amifa and narrowly prevented Mujin's throne.

Puck!

Puck!!

Towards the once defensive Gyerin, Mujin constantly shouted left and right.

They were as light as modern jabs, but the problem was Mujin's strength and enormous internal attack.

Compared to its apparent lightness, its power was terrible, so naturally the defense of the Realm was shaken.

Gye-ryun hurriedly stepped to get out of the attack, but Mujin chased after the nun as if he would not let go.

Pow!!

In the end, the moment when he couldn't withstand Mujin's strength, his arms opened wide.

Puck!

Mujin's left fist slammed into the face of the succession.

And with that one shot, the secret dance was over.

He didn't intend to kill him, so he made a bet at the end, but Mujin's strength, which had been tempered to the limit, was not the kind that could be sustained with a bare face.

I wonder if it's because he defeated the two great disciples of the Gu Pile Room with the unheard and unheard of martial arts of the Mun Sect.

There was a chilly silence in the area.

But whether or not the atmosphere around you is...

Mu Jin stared at the nun sprawled on the floor with his eyes downcast for a moment, and then tilted his head from side to side as if to relax his neck muscles.

"Next·"

There was only a small clatter in the chilly silence.