Reaper (3)

 

Mujin stepped forward and opened his mouth.

"I don't think there's anyone else to come out, so which of the two should I fight first?"

Before Mu Jin could finish speaking, Qingshu and Nangong Jinchen, who were standing on either side, glared at each other.

Mu Jin sighed inwardly at the childish look of each other, saying that they would do it first.

"Both of you seem to have spent a lot of time paying for the Inner Attack, so I'll take the Inner Attack with the one who has recovered the Inner Attack first."

This time, too, before Mujin's words could be finished, the two of them took action.

Plop·

With dozens of people around them, they made a bold stand and entered the ceremony.

The moment someone had a bad heart and launched a surprise attack, they could go to the goal, but the attitude was that the secret with Mujin was more important than such danger.

'Crazy bastards...'

Mu Jin shook his head in disgust.

And how long did it take to wait in a strange tension?

The first man to open his eyes was Nangong Jincheon.

As soon as he finished his meteoric ceremony, he jumped up and glared at Mu Jin with his nose in mind.

It was Nangong Jinchen who had endured three years of hellish cultivation just for this moment.

For a self-proclaimed king, it was unbearable to have someone above him.

However, he was so proud of himself that it didn't suit his disposition to send Mujin to kill him or to play a dark game.

Overcoming the man who looked down on him with his own strength. That was the way of the lone Namgung family.

The sight of the desire to win burning in the eyes of a man who had always been arrogant was somehow familiar to Mujin.

"You've sucked the money out... Very·'

It was the same look in the eyes of the Southern Palace Sword Emperor when he fought with Yunhe Jinyin and Hyeonguang's grandfather.

"May I start?"

"As much as you want..."

Immediately after the short question-and-answer session.

The two men moved without knowing who was going first.

Bang!!

Shortly after the first exchange of swords and fists with a roar that was too grotesque to be called a clash.

Bang!!

The two men made fun of their fists and swords, creating a series of explosions.

"After all, there is no such thing as a monster with one power..."

Even though he was using the spear palace martial sword technique, which is called the first heavy sword in the Middle Yuan, Nangong Jinchen couldn't push Mu Jin.

No, instead of pushing, it seemed that even the slightest delay in the operation of the internal attack would push it away.

Kirik·

Mujin's fist and the palm of his sword clashes against the swordsman, creating an unpleasant noise.

And while Nangong Jinchen was concentrating on the sword· Mujin swung his legs by surprise.

"Suck it!!"

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he stepped back in the nick of time as he gasped.

Swinging his legs while taking his sword with his arms. It meant that there was more room for the distribution of power.

As a direct descendant of the Southern Palace Family, who prided themselves on being the best heavy sword in the Middle Kingdom, his pride was hurt in many ways.

Nangong Jinchen was not discouraged.

In the first place, he didn't mean it when it came to the Qingshui dojo.

Why had he endured three years of hellish cultivation since the end of the Dragon Seal Society?

"Aa

Just for this moment·

It was to avenge the humiliation he had suffered at the Shaolin Divine Dragon.

Bang!!

Once again, Mu Jin's eyes rippled as he blocked the sword of the Southern Palace.

The impact of the sword and the clashing fists became even more intense. The weight of his sword became heavier.

Even the weight of the sword that Nangong Jinchen wielded was getting heavier with each other as the collision was repeated.

Born as the eldest son of the Namgoong family, he was born with the help of bee mosu, and he grew up eating elixirs as if they were snacks during his formative years.

Someone Talks· It is said that if you take an elixir that you cannot handle, the overflowing energy will act as poison and harm your body.

But it didn't matter to him, who was born goalless and had been punished.

However, there was no problem in building up the inner air. There was a problem that he wasn't even aware of.

He didn't deal with the details of his martial arts when he was unleashing his martial arts.

Even if he just threw in any attack he could, the ball was freely unfolded, and his body was not strained.

Thanks to his innate bones and his bloodline, which has been strengthened by the number of bees.

I didn't see it as a problem because I didn't see a problem.

However, the defeat three years ago made him realize his own problems.

And to the present day·

Bang!!

Every time Nangong Jinchen clashed with Mu Jin, he condensed the inner air into his body and sword.

Unlike before, not even a single hole leaks meaninglessly.

With all his nerves, he orchestrated the enormous internal attack and concentrated it on his sword and body.

Weeeeeing·

The absurd inner attack gathered together and caused a fierce sword call as if the sword were crying.

I wonder why?

No matter how heavy the sword of the Southern Palace Qin Chen became, the Shaolin Divine Dragon could not take a single step back.

Nope· Far from being pushed out·

‘··· Are you laughing?'

There was a big smile on his lips.

From Mujin's point of view, this situation was bound to be fun.

Strength vs. Power Showdown·

How can you not be happy that your opponent is fighting in the area you are most confident in?

Bang!!

Every time he clashes with the sword of the Southern Palace, the heavy weight transmitted through his fist makes his muscles feel stiff.

Mu Jin grinned again and shook his fist at the stiffness that seemed to be going through with all his might.

Bang!!

The spectators, who stood in the center of the theater watching the two men swing their swords and fists at each other without giving in the slightest, had half-stunned faces.

Apparently, the two men were wielding swords and fetishes, but the explosion erupted as if they had been thrown into a wall bomb.

Woooo

And the moment when the sword of the Southern Palace Jinchen, which had reached its limit, emitted a fierce resonant sound.

"Haa

Nangong Jinchen raised his sword and took the upper hand, and the sword of Nangong Jinchen, which had been condensing energy all this time, was already strong.

Mu Jin also realized that this was the last move of the Southern Palace, so he took the flag bearer.

There was also a way to dodge the final attack and launch a counterattack, but Mujin had no intention of avoiding a power-to-power showdown.

The moment when Nangong Jinchen was ready, he slammed down the sword he had raised.

A cluster of golden stars erupted from Mujin's fist·

Immediately after Mu Jin's Impermanence Priesthood and Nangong Jinchen's Sword River collided.

Clink·

The sword of the Southern Palace Jinchen that had reached its limit shattered like glass.

It wasn't just the sword that was broken.

"It looks like you're internally wounded, so why don't you take a lucky step?"

“····”

Nangong Jinchen, whose face was white from internal injuries, glared at Mu Jin for a moment, spit out gore, and then turned on the patriarchal seat.

In a way, it was a duel that felt similar to the Shadow Light and the Southern Palace Sword Emperor that I had seen in the past.

"After all, it's still a long way off..."

On the contrary, Mujin couldn't help but feel that he wasn't good enough.

After all, even against the Southern Palace Sword Emperor, who wasn't even a Nangong Jinchen, he treated him like Sun Wukong in the palm of the Buddha's hand.

Mu Jin thought of his grandfather who had left him for no reason, shook his head lightly, brushed off his thoughts, and looked back.

"Do you want to do it right? Clean water dojo·"

There, the Qingshu dojo with his eyes glazed with anticipation was already drawing his sword and staring at Mu Jin.

* * *

The secret dance of Mujin and Qingshu Dojo flowed in a very different way than it did in the time of Nangong Jincheon.

If I had to make an analogy, it was more like tag than bimura.

Unlike Namgoong Jincheon, who ignorantly clashed with Mujin with his legs firmly planted in the middle.

Whirririk!

Qingshu Dojo unfolded Yu Yunbo and moved the entire theater around, swinging his sword.

Bang!!!

And Mu Jin was blasting the floor of the theater with a furnishing bulletin to chase after Qingxu, who was fleeing from place to place.

However, the eyes of the late exponents who were watching Mu Jin and Bi Mu were tinged with dismay.

The harmony of the softness and the searing flesh that pops out from time to time between the softness.

The sword technique of the Qingshui dojo boasted a high level of skill that made the viewer realize the "difference in talent".

And in the case of Mujin·

‘··· Is that really a man?'

Beyond the difference in talent, it made me feel the difference between the species.

They were created by Qing Xu, and they did not dare to imitate the complex skills of this monster, which was of no use to them.

The blue sword qi of the Qingshui dojo was often blocked by the golden shield, and even if it managed to break through the shield and touch Mujin's skin, it would still be possible.

Visor!

Ironically, when the blade touched the skin, the sound of metal reverberated.

The ancient deity whose body is made of brass It was as if Qiu had appeared.

But the most bizarre thing is that in that bleak situation,

There was a faint smile on the face of the Qingshui dojo, as if he was dying of joy.

As if he couldn't be happier with this situation that pushes him to the limit.

If Nangong Jinchen had been sharpening his sword for three years to take revenge on Mu Jin, Qing Xu had a slightly different goal.

After traveling to Guangxi Province with Mu Jin, Qing Xu learned about the lives of the Yang people who were suffering at the hands of evil people.

To slay the wicked in order to protect the poor. Qingshu has been taught by Yunhe Jinyin.

And at this moment·

– It is said that it is a competent steel, so if Taeguk reaches its peak, no attack in the world will be able to penetrate you.

Falling into a deep trance, the Qingshui dojo drew a sword path that encompassed all the achievements of his past cultivation.

The coarse but all-around net of qi succeeded in wrapping around Mujin's fist.

'Now the final blow...'

It was a blue beast chop that caught Mujin's movement frozen in a trance and tried to unleash his sword.

There was one thing that the Qingshui dojo had overlooked.

If the softness that reached its peak could overpower all strength...

The fact that extreme strength tears apart softness.

Mu Jin tore through the net of qi and instantly penetrated into the Qingshui dojo who was preparing to attack.

"I got it..."

Mujin's eyes lit up fiercely after he managed to grab the Qingshui dojo's arm.

Immediately after that·

"Aa

The screams of the Qingshui dojo echoed through the theater.

* * *

Immediately after the rain dance is over·

Everyone who had been watching Bimu looked at Mujin like a monster.

"You're an instructor after all!"

Except for the Zhongnan Sect disciples who had been mentally educated by Mu Jin.

Even the disciples from Shaolin, such as Mu Jin, looked at Mu Jin with a look of disgust.

Mujin thought he was too inadequate compared to Hyungwang, but by the standards of his peers, he had already stepped into the realm of monsters.

"Hmm· I think the vice captain has been decided..."

The one who refreshed the awkward air was the leader of the Blue Dragons, Dokgopae.

"If you do, from now on, we will conduct individual interviews for training and personnel distribution."

"You mean the distribution of personnel?"

Mu Jin asked with a puzzled face, and Dokgo added an explanation.

"Leading eighty people at once can cause problems, so I'm going to divide them into four groups of twenty. In order to distribute the number of people in each group, we will now conduct brief individual interviews. Vice Leader Mujin asked you to keep an eye on the training of the members while the individual interviews were conducted."

"Do you mean I'm going to train the people here?"

Mujin looked at me with a look like this was some kind of.

The factions were still divided, and there was no way to proceed with the training if he ordered it to be.

"Since they all came from different schools, the training will be in the form of self-training. The vice leader will only have to supervise you so that there are no mishaps during the training."

Mujin, who now knew Dokgo's intentions, nodded.

"I see..."

Hearing Mu Jin's answer, Dokgo called a member from the Zhongsho Sect and headed to the hall next to the theater.

Then, just in time for the self-training that had begun, the members of the Blue Dragon Corps began to train in a random way.

It wasn't that I wasn't motivated to train. The problem is that everyone is divided into factions.

Each of them was reluctant to perform their feasts in front of others, so they were only practicing the basics.

Just when Mujin was thinking about what the hell this was all about...

The disciples of the Zhongnan Sect approached Mu Jin and spoke to him.

"Instructor! Please give us a little guidance on our training!"

"It's self-training, isn't it?"

"Yes! So I want to iron it, but I don't have the tools to do it here!"

At the words of the Divination Sect disciple, Mu Jin nodded, "I see."

Certainly there were no tools for ironing here.

"So today I'm going to give you some bodyweight exercises that I can do when I don't have the tools. Today is the first day, so let's start with the lower body."

If it's not iron and it's just a bodyweight exercise, it will look like basic external training from the outside.

There was no reason why he couldn't teach in front of others.

And when Mu Jin began to teach the disciples of the Fortune Telling Sect bodyless lower body exercises, Shaolin or Shaman· Zhuge Sega, the Tang family, and those of the open have also snuck in.

Mujin, who was teaching about twenty people at the height of his life, suddenly remembered something and glanced around.

'Hmmm· This makes me feel like I'm creating a clique for no reason."

Mujin wondered if he could take this opportunity to attract a few neutral gatekeepers.

When I turned my head, I saw a few martial artists pretending to be cultivating and sneaking in this direction.

Then, when he made eye contact with Mujin, he hurriedly looked away, just like watching Helin squint at the gym where he was working out.