Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 26



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26. Mandate of Heaven (3)

“Well, I fought him once. He didn’t even win against me. How can he beat you? That’s ridiculous.”

Myeong-il struck the wooden man with his sword without even looking at Myeong-han, who was chattering away beside him.

Myung-il’s eyes slightly furrowed. No matter how hard he tried not to pay attention, his concentration was bound to be distracted when someone was talking so loudly next to him. He actually tried to hit the Gyeonwoo point on his upper arm, but ended up hitting the Geogo point next to it.

“hey.”

Myeong-il turned around. Myeong-han, who had been chatting excitedly, looked into Myeong-il’s eyes and swallowed his words.

“It’s bothering you.”

“Ah. Sorry… … .”

“If you’re sorry, then go.”

Myunghan returned to his seat with a bashful face. Although each had a master, the three great disciples gathered together to do basic training. This was because the masters also had other things to do. The leaders and the masters were different.

“ha.”

It was so annoying that my concentration was broken by such small talk. Myeongil was considered the best reporter in the shamanist faction of Gupailbang, but he had no intention of stopping there.

At first, I heard so many stories of seniors who collapsed after hearing the sound of the equipment that it became a nuisance to my ears. Myeongil had absolutely no intention of becoming like that.

Myeongil looked towards the direction of the disciples of Cheonghwa Private School. Among the three great disciples, there was one who had a reputation that could compete with his own. Even the young Myeonggyeong was a boy with good qualities.

‘… … That guy was said to be a disciple of Cheonghwa Private School.’

Cheonghwa was one of the few private tutors that Myeongil respected.

I pretended not to care about Myeongil, but I couldn’t help but care when I heard that sound nearby all day long.

One of his disciples was threatening to fight him. It was nothing to Myeongil.

If you go to other old-school and five-story schools, there are too many people who want to fight you. If you are evaluated as the best among the three great disciples, there are so many annoying things.

Originally, he wouldn’t have cared much about tomorrow. But what really bothered him was the things that the disciple was doing.

It was said that the disciple would only train in martial arts when Cheonghwa was watching him, and in his spare time he would play the flute and play. There was no one who tried to deal with him who was not so serious.

He said he had defeated the head of the Seung-Rae-Moon clan, but the Seung-Rae-Moon clan was a small and medium-sized clan that was not even considered a threat in the Central Plains. And even so, he was only a disciple of the common people. He did not think that he could defeat him.

But the fact that he was playing the flute was annoying to Myeongil.

Others encouraged Myeong-il, saying that he was just pretending to be as relaxed as possible because he had no confidence in winning. However, Myeong-il heard something he had not heard from anyone else from his teacher, Jang Moon-in Cheong-ui.

– It won’t be easy. Prepare well.

If the teacher had said something like that, there must have been some basis for it. I was annoyed because I couldn’t find the basis.

‘Okay.’

Myeong-il decided to just let go of his thoughts. It was probably nothing special, just like Myeong-han had said. The Master was a serious person, so he was just telling himself to relax. There was no need to attach such great significance to it. Because Myeong-il had so many paths to take.

“uh?”

“Uh, over there… … .”

At that time, many people who were practicing looked to one side. Myeong-il tried not to pay attention, but soon those eyes turned to Myeong-il.

When Myeongil looked back, there was a plain-looking man who had never even learned a single bit of martial arts.

“Are you Myeongil?”

“……okay.”

Myeongil didn’t even know the face of the disciple who was rushing at him, but he intuitively knew that this person was that disciple.

“I saw you well in the evaluation match last time. You were really flying.”

“Did you come here to say that?”

Myung-il cut him off coldly. Right now, it was training time. Just by interrupting that, he could tell that this ordinary disciple was not serious about martial arts.

“No, that’s not it. I was just wondering if it would be fun to have a fight with you.”

The disciple laughed in a tone that did not convey even the slightest hint of tragedy. He scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed by such a thing.

Myeongil was angry at the sight. When he actually saw him, he was even more pathetic than he had thought. To tell a guy like him to be nervous? I wondered if the teacher was being too mean.

“Why me?”

“huh?”

“I heard that you need to provide proof to be a registered disciple or something. Do you need me to help you with the proof?”

The disciple nodded as if he understood Myungil’s harsh words.

“That’s not true.”

“Then get out. I have to train.”

I tried to hang out with him as much as possible, but when I saw him, I didn’t want to hang out with him. Whether he proved it or not, it had nothing to do with Myeong-il. Myeong-il tried to turn his body towards Mok-in again. At that moment, Myeong-il heard something he shouldn’t have heard.

“Are you scared by any chance?”

Myeongil looked at the disciple with eyes that seemed to say he couldn’t believe it. The disciple was smiling. To his frustration, that smile resembled that of his respected private teacher, Cheonghwa.

***

‘As expected, they are magic words.’

Especially for young children, it’s about immediate effect. I never thought I’d say something like this, but if they were this uncooperative, I couldn’t help it.

“What did you just say?”

Myungil’s voice was sinister. But it was still cute because it was the voice of a little boy who hadn’t even had his voice changed yet.

“I asked if you were scared.”

“You were scared? Me? To you?”

Still, Myeongil seemed to doubt his ears. I nodded my head even more vigorously.

“Yeah. Otherwise, there’s no reason to avoid it. Whether you swing your sword at a wooden man or at me, it’s the same thing as swinging your sword once. Isn’t it more practice to confront people than to practice at wooden men? But if you use training as an excuse, then, well. It’s reasonable doubt.”

I tried my best to imitate Cheong-hwa’s smile. It was the most annoying smile I knew.

As expected, Myeongil’s eyes were filled with anger. After all, seeing Cheonghwa’s smile is something that can’t help but make one feel angry.

‘Thank you, Master.’

For the first time, I called Cheonghwa ‘teacher.’ Of course, I said it in my heart.

“I think he’s crazy.”

“Have you really lost it?”

The board was set. Many of the three great disciples and the leaders were already gossiping. The leaders knew what I was talking about, so they didn’t seem to be stopping me. Seeing the kids, including Myeonghan, walking around, it didn’t seem like it was a very serious training session.

“The only thing that is top-notch is the Gyeokjangjigye.”

A fire blazed in Myeongil’s eyes. My provocation had definitely worked.

Watching a fight is the most fun. The three great disciples gave up their seats and the leaders immediately moved the wooden figures to make room. In an instant, an unarmed fight that could be fought by two people was created.

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

With those words, tomorrow’s prayer changed.

‘It is different.’

It was a completely different feeling from when I watched from the audience. It was like seeing a wild beast right before my eyes.

I also took off the wooden sword hanging from my waist. One of the leaders stepped forward to see the judge.

The results of this fight will probably spread throughout the entire faction within an hour. The smaller the organization, the faster the rumors tend to spread.

“If you are ready, let’s talk.”

One of the bridgeheads said.

“I’m ready.”

“me too.”

Neither Myeongil nor I had any hesitation. The bridgehead in the middle of it suddenly fell backwards, and Myeongil and I both kicked the ground at the same time.

Tomorrow’s sword was swung diagonally. It was the eight-way wind and rain of the Samjae sword technique.

Even though I knew the Cheongunbodo and Samjae Geombeop that he was using now, it was difficult to deal with them.

I haven’t dealt with many drones, but this was the first time I’ve felt this way. It felt like it was hard to stop them even though I knew exactly what they were going to do.

I continued to turn to the side to avoid direct sword contact. Fortunately, I was able to keep up with Cheongunbo if I concentrated.

“You’ve mastered one of the techniques well.”

Myeongil spoke softly. It seems that I have really learned Cheongunbo well. Not only Myeongil, but also the voices of the onlookers were proving it.

“Have you reached the realm of Cheongunbo?”

“That’s right. Cheonghwa certainly has the talent to take advantage of.”

“It hasn’t even been three months since you properly learned martial arts. Considering that, it’s quite an accomplishment.”

Everyone here already knows the greatness of tomorrow. That’s why my struggles are drawing attention. I thought I would be defeated in one blow, but I kept fighting even though I was pushed back.

The three great disciples also murmured as if they had no idea I could fight this well.

“Ugh!”

Myeong-il seemed to be getting a little impatient since the outcome wasn’t as easy as he had thought. Myeong-il’s footsteps were a little deeper as he walked. It meant that he had more internal energy.

But right now, I don’t have any proper internal energy. I can only dodge by moving. So I shouldn’t have faced him head-on. When the swords brushed against each other, my insides trembled. It must be Myeongil’s internal energy affecting my internal organs. Myeongil is not old enough to be a master of internal energy, so he’ll just tremble. If he were a real master of internal energy, my internal organs would have been shaken in an instant.

The time for me to make my move was approaching. I twisted my waist to deflect the sword of tomorrow that was swiping past my shoulder, and then rolled my elbow to dodge the flying elbow that was slashing at my chin.

“I’m going down.”

“As expected, he is a layman and has no foundation.”

The sectarians who considered rolling over to be a greater humiliation than death clicked their tongues, but for me, it was just a point of pride that had no value in watching.

As I rolled, I thought of the Mujae store. A translucent window appeared before my eyes.

‘purchase.’

The purchase is instantaneous. It means that when I doubt whether I am the one taking the picture, it is already applied to my body. What I bought was a quick movement. It was a silver 100-nyang item. When I think about it again, it must have been fate because the price was just right.

I jumped up and ran to Myeong-il. Myeong-il’s eyes were filled with confusion. I was also confused.

‘What’s going so fast?’

For a moment, my feet tangled and I almost fell over. It was too fast for my body to adjust.

“uh?”

The onlookers seemed to be equally bewildered by the sudden change in movement. Now was my chance. The only chance I could make. I could buy talent in the middle of a fight and change the movement itself.

I bent my front knee as much as I could and then leapt out. The quickness of the movement made it all seem like one thing.

Myung-il seemed to be trying to adjust my speed with his eyes while backing away as much as possible. If I gave him even half an hour here, Myung-il would adjust to my speed. However, I had no intention of missing the opportunity. I dug under Myung-il’s left waist, which was right-handed. It was a difficult place to swing a sword.

I gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. The distance between the flesh and the wooden sword was so small that it was completely absorbed. I thrust the hilt of the sword towards Myung-il’s ribs.

The open waist of the Ming-il allowed my attack to pass through and was knocked out immediately. Now, my strength was at a level where even the unmanned could eat it.

As Myeongil rolled on the ground, kicking up sand and dust, unable to get up, the bridgehead who had been far away rushed in unarmed.

“The fight is over.”

As he said that, he gasped for breath and fell flat on the ground. The three great disciples’ astonishment echoed in his ears.