Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 89



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89. Rotation (6)

The twenty-four plum blossom sword technique of the Hwasan faction.

The Taegeuk Hyegeom of the non-partisan faction.

Taeeul Sword of Jongnampa.

The four-day swordsmanship of the Jeomchangpa.

The South Sea Sword of the Haenam faction.

The representative swordsmanship of the Gudaemun School is known to many. It was seen and recorded by many people and passed down by word of mouth, so its form is also well known.

In that respect, the fight between the Mudang faction and Jegal Se-ga was disadvantageous to the Mudang faction from the beginning. Of course, this assumes that they have similar abilities.

Originally, it wasn’t a big deal. Jegal Se-ga was far behind in martial arts compared to the Mudang faction.

However, Zhuge Liang suddenly achieved a rise in martial arts skills through some method.

So I devised a strategy. It was to give as many of the later generations as possible a chance to learn about Zhuge Shi’s martial arts.

If Zhuge Shi had not been strong, it would have been obvious. It was obvious to anyone that he could win, but he did not.

Fortunately, the people of Zhuge Se were strong, and we were able to naturally witness the martial arts of the Zhuge Se family.

Also, as he continued to attack, the excited Zhuge Se was able to see the movements of the warriors to the point where he could tell the difference between the first and second movements. Even if I were like that, the second and first disciples were experts who had studied martial arts for at least ten years. There was a world of difference between dealing with something you knew and dealing with something you didn’t know.

“Good job.”

“The third bite is a bit sharp. The fourth bite is a bit dull.”

“How was your last meal?”

“It seems to be the secret to happiness.”

“check.”

So we had a short debriefing session after every debrief. That’s what we were saying while our cute little brothers were doing their leveling work.

This was a strategy that neither the elders nor the other disciples knew about. It had to be that way. It was a strategy I came up with spontaneously.

At first, Myeong-yeop thought, why would Jegal-se go to such lengths to defeat the likes of him? Even the elders were watching, and he wanted to end it with a cool 5-0 score. However, when Myeong-hwa’s first fight ended in defeat, he also seriously participated in the argument.

The argument continued seriously until the eighth round. So even though we could win, we dragged them to our side and Zhuge Shi analyzed the martial arts of the warriors in detail.

“That’s called the natural sword technique.”

“It’s very sharp. It’s a martial art focused on surprising you.”

We continued to exchange opinions even during the meeting. Of course, Zhuge Li wanted to keep quiet so that people wouldn’t hear. So even the elders probably didn’t hear.

“The last two are Prince Mokhwiyeong and Prince Jegaljun.”

With those words from Mokinhak, I prepared to go out.

At that moment, Myeongyeop spoke from behind.

“Now there is no one left to watch.”

I paused for a moment and then stepped forward. It was telling me to give it my all. There was no one behind me.

“You are the silent one.”

As soon as I went out to the training ground, Jegal Jun immediately spoke. Jegal Jun had slightly slanted eyebrows, and he looked rough.

“okay.”

“You’re the one who gives our father a headache.”

“But can I ask you one thing?”

“I will allow it after you win.”

“I’m going to win, so I’ll do it in advance. Are all the people who came out now the biological children of that head of the family?”

Zhuge Jun’s eyes widened. He may not know for sure, but it must have been a very unpleasant thing to say. Or maybe he was offended by the fact that he was told he would win.

“It’s none of your business, you lowly punk.”

“Is your mother here by any chance?”

“I guess you’re crazy and want to die.”

I asked this out of genuine curiosity, not as an insult. If that was how it was taken, then I wouldn’t have had to make excuses.

“Stop. This is a place where the elders are watching.”

Mokinhak quietly stopped us both. We each went to our seats.

I pulled out my sword with my thumb. Zhuge Jun also pulled out his sword. It could be my imagination, but Zhuge Jun’s sword seemed sharper and more fierce than the others.

“Are you ready?”

“yes.”

Unlike what I said, Jegal Jun just nodded. Mok In-hak frowned slightly, feeling slightly offended, but he couldn’t say anything. As he said, the adults were watching.

“Then let’s begin.”

As soon as Mokinhak declared, Zhuge Jun shot at me like a cannonball. Zhuge Jun’s new figure, head first, quickly grew larger in my eyes.

“You die here today.”

When Zhuge Jun came close to me, he whispered to me.

In fact, Zhuge Jun’s sword was blatantly murderous from the beginning.

“Hey, hey!”

It was a dangerous and vicious attack that made even the elders of the shaman sect, including the Master, jump up, but I watched it without closing my eyes.

I leisurely looked at Zhuge Jun’s sword and looked into Zhuge Jun’s eyes. It seemed like Zhuge Jun had also noticed that his sword path had been explored.

Up until now, the first and second great disciples, or rather, the ‘death penalty’ as they called it, had shown me eight rounds, so it was easy to predict with a sword. At this point, the sword of the Zhuge family was more familiar to me than the sword of the shaman.

And now, just as Myeongyeop said, there was no need to show off the swordsmanship of the Jegal family anymore. Instead, I took a step forward with that Salcho. It was the first time that the shaman who had been pushed back stepped forward.

I could sense that Jegal Jun was startled. There were two ways to enter the trajectory where he was scattering the weeds. Either the skill gap was so great that he couldn’t see the trajectory, or he was confident that he could cut through the trajectory. Of course, I was the latter.

“Are you prepared to die then?”

I spoke in a mumbling voice, breathing quietly in sync with my sword. Fog and a refreshing fragrance poured out from my sword.

The first form of the Yuun Sword Technique.

It was a moment when soft clouds and mist spread out.

***

“Hey, hey!”

Cheonghwa suddenly stood up. Cheongui’s liver and gall were chilled. Up until now, they had been at odds with each other, but they were still in a state of disarray. This was because they had not openly exchanged insults from the beginning, and had shown a tendency to avoid each other’s vital points.

But Zhuge Jun was different. As soon as Zhuge Jun kicked the ground, he shot Mu Huiying with a shotgun. Qing Yi quietly glared at Zhuge Qian. Zhuge Qian’s eyes were smiling slightly.

It seemed as if Cheonghwa, who was standing next to him, would jump into the training ground and intervene at any moment. However, Cheongui saw Mukhwiyeong’s movements before Cheonghwa did.

Mukhwiyeong took a step forward into the storm where Salcho was raging.

“Cheonghwa. Calm down.”

Along with Cheong-ui’s words, fog poured down to cover the entire training ground.

If the criterion for success in the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique was how many plum blossoms one could make bloom, then the criterion for success in the You-un Sword Technique was how thick and wide the fog could be spread.

In that respect, Mokhwiyoung’s current Yungeom method was an incredible achievement. It was so amazing that even the disciples of the Mudang faction were astonished.

“If there’s that much fog, isn’t it almost like a success?”

“It seems similar to our teacher… … .”

He heard the disciples muttering. Cheongyi was also surprised, but he remained quiet to maintain his dignity.

‘It is said that even the Yuun Sword Technique became successful in just a few months.’

Although Yuun Sword Technique is not the sum total of all martial arts, it is still a martial art that is difficult for ordinary people to learn. In that sense, Yuun Sword Technique was the first step in identifying the talents of disciples.

And Mukhwiyoung jumped over that stage ridiculously.

“Huh!”

One of the disciples was surprised. A black shadow in the fog disappeared in an instant.

Cheong-ui’s neck snapped and he looked up at the sky. The first thing he saw was Muk-hwi-yeong’s bloodshot eyes. Muk-hwi-yeong jumped into the sky and swung his sword down on the ground.

‘What kind of experiences did you have at such a young age?’

Those bloodshot eyes couldn’t be explained by simple martial arts and the five senses. They were eyes filled with the determination to kill. They had changed after confirming the murderous intent in Zhuge Jun’s sword.

It takes more discipline than you might think to keep your mind sharp and then react to the other person’s sense of murder to bring out the murderous intent. It’s not easy because it involves controlling your own mind. Even among the elders, there were many who had not yet fully cultivated their minds.

But now, Muk Hwi-yeong was trying to live according to the other person. That meant that he was perfectly controlling his own mind.

“That’s amazing.”

bang!

With Cheong-ui’s mumbling, Mukhwi-yeong struck the ground like a meteor. The ground was dug up and dirt and pebbles were scattered.

The adults from the Jegal family and the Mudang faction came out to block the pebbles from being thrown at the disciples. At that speed, even the smallest pebble could cause serious injury if one was not careful and got hit.

“What the heck… … .”

Even the master, Cheonghwa, recited it absentmindedly.

The characteristic of the Yuun Sword Technique was the ever-changing sword technique that flowed smoothly through the fog. That meant that one had to be able to freely apply the connections and changes between the first and second styles. That is why the Yuun Sword Technique was easy to learn, but difficult to master.

However, Mukhwiyeong was doing it perfectly. Jegaljun was completely defeated by his initial momentum and was just blocking it while sweating profusely.

Unlike the previous disciples of the Wudang faction, Mok Hwi-yeong’s sword was unstoppable. No matter how much the Wudang faction disciples wanted to show the martial arts of the Zhuge family to later generations, they could not ignore the difference in temperament. Mok Hwi-yeong was wielding the sword with the sincere intention of killing Zhuge Jun.

“Excellent.”

Cheong-ui said. Cheong-hwa had no choice but to nod.

It was a perfect swordsmanship. Mokhwiyoung’s sword was flawless, as if his weakness, internal energy, had been improved.

Speed, power, change, momentum. As if trying to make up for the eight rounds of the Wudangpa’s losses in one go, Mokhwiyeong relentlessly pushed Zhuge Jun forward.

At first, the bright Zhuge Shi had turned people’s faces dark. If the fight had progressed to that extent, they would know it. This fight was a victory for the shamans.

Mukhwiyeong cruelly pushed Zhuge Jun to the end of the training ground and used his sword. Zhuge Jun’s body was already covered in wounds from the swords that stabbed him in various ways in the fog. They were all shallow wounds, but Zhuge Jun’s eyes were slightly clouded because he had lost so much blood.

Suddenly, a feeling of unease crossed Cheong-ui’s mind. Mukhwi-yeong’s personality is not cruel. However, he is the type of person who gives back what he deserves.

If Zhuge Jun had used Salcho first, Mo Huiying would not have hesitated to use Salcho with him. In that sense, Mo Huiying could have easily killed Zhuge Jun.

But then it was difficult. The nonpartisan party decided to maintain dignity from the very beginning. That was the duty of the strong.

It’s uncomfortable to beat the weak Jegal Se-ga 5 to 4, but if an accident occurs where the opponent is killed, it becomes a turn that is not beneficial to the non-partisan faction.

“Whiyoung!”

Cheong-ui jumped up and shouted.

The black new form of Mukhwiyeong is clearly aimed at the neck of the shaking Jegaljun.

Usually, when people die in a martial arts fight, they either lose their arm and die from excessive bleeding, or their lower abdomen gets crushed and they die from the shock. Cutting the neck was clearly intentional.

As everyone saw, although Zhuge Jun used Salcho first, it was clear that if Mo Huiying killed Zhuge Jun, Mo Huiying would use Dumpling.

Cheong-ui closed his eyes tightly without realizing it when Mokhwiyeong’s sword touched Jegaljun’s neck.

With that, a storm of rage erupted from the training ground. Cheong-ui cautiously opened his eyes.

When the fog cleared, the sight that emerged was the sight of Mukhwiyeong’s sword stopped right in front of Jegaljun’s neck. Jegaljun collapsed and fainted from the blood loss and the fear that he might die.

Silence fell. From Zhuge Se’s perspective, it was a silence of sorrow, and from the Wudang faction’s perspective, it was a moment of bewilderment. Naturally, they expected Mukhwiyeong to win, but no one could have predicted that he would win so overwhelmingly.

“The winner of the last battle is Prince Mukhwiyeong. This round is a victory for the Mudang faction.”

As expected, the voice of the trembling Mokinhak announced the end of the rotation.

The disciples of the shamanist faction were still watching. At that time, Mukhwiyeong took the sword and walked towards them, raising both hands toward the sky and saying:

“We won, so please cheer?”

At the same time, the shouts of the shaman disciples shook Mt. Wudang.