The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 116

Whoosh— Bbeo-eok— Hwirik— Bba-ak!

And two more exchanges followed.

Mo Yong Baek-jin was hit once more on his right and left sides, and then he swung his sword wildly and moved away from me.

I didn't want to get hurt by such a sword that was swinging like a cow kicking backwards while cooking its prey, so I obediently moved back as he intended.

"Keuk, th-what kind of martial art is this? Is this the Taiji Fist I've only heard of?"

Mo Yong Baek-jin seemed greatly flustered.

But, it seems he didn't take much damage.

To be able to speak so clearly even after being hit by my fist three times.

He has considerable endurance. In other words, it means I can hit him a little more without worrying.

"No. The Taiji Fist has a slightly more profound feeling."

"Then what kind of fist art is this?"

"It's just hitting fast?"

"What does that...!"

Instead of answering, I took one, two big steps and approached him again.

This time, Mo Yong Baek-jin, as if he had come to his senses, maintained a stance with the tip of his sword not leaving me, with a face full of venom.

'Oh, his eyesight is better than I thought?'

While unfolding my footwork, I mixed in a phantom step once in a while, but he wasn't deceived by it at all and followed me straight.

His sword has been subtly gathering energy since a while ago.

It seems he is preparing a martial art that he unfolds from that unique stance.

'Unfortunately, I already know what martial art you're trying to use.'

The defensive sword stance he showed earlier literally has the purpose of defending against an attack, but in addition to that, it is a stance that can immediately counterattack.

That right arm, pulled back like a bowstring. It is a sword art that pierces the opponent as the right arm is straightened out.

That sword art is a fast sword art like an arrow being shot.

It is a martial art in which a sword filled with internal energy flies in a straight line at an incredibly fast speed and pierces the opponent's body part.

'This bastard. He's really trying to kill me.'

But the problem is that the sword Mo Yong Baek-jin is holding is not a wooden sword, but a real sword.

Once that sword art is performed, it is impossible to retrieve it.

If you can't retrieve a real sword? Your body will be pierced.

In short, it's no different from having the will to either kill me or cut off one of my limbs.

'Focus, focus...'

I focused on the tip of his sword.

As all my nerves were concentrated on one point, the sword, which seemed so thin that it would be hard to see, began to look as thick as a bat.

At the same time as Mo Yong Baek-jin narrowed the distance with me with a sliding footwork—

The guy's sword was shot. And it was aimed at my head.

The moment the guy's sword flinched, I was already moving my head to the side.

The sword instantly grazed past my head, and my hair, which couldn't follow me, was cut by his sword.

At that moment, I took a big step forward and stretched my right hand straight forward.

Because of the slight height difference, the place my fist was headed for was exactly his solar plexus.

This fist of mine is not a fist that just foolishly puts in strength like before.

It was a fist that contained the true energy of the Six Yang Divine Art.

When my fist hit his solar plexus squarely, Mo Yong Baek-jin was thrown back helplessly.

But he still didn't let go of his sword.

I stepped on my footwork at a speed faster than he was flying and followed Mo Yong Baek-jin, and then I clasped my two hands together and brought them down from above.

Mo Yong Baek-jin, who was slammed into the ground.

"Keu-e-e-e— Keol-leok, keol-leok!"

Perhaps because he had received a considerable shock, he made a strange sound and coughed continuously.

But, he didn't cough up blood, and he still didn't let go of the sword in his hand.

It seems he is protecting his internal organs with the profound internal energy he has accumulated thanks to the elixir.

I moved a little away from him and waited for him to get up again.

According to the rules we set at the beginning, Mo Yong Baek-jin still has to fight me more.

Because he wasn't knocked out, dead, or seriously injured, and he didn't say he lost with his own mouth.

"Keu-heu-eup..."

He let out a strange groan and barely got up from his seat.

In fact, he probably already knows. That he is no match for me at all.

But, because of the rules he himself said first, he can't stop the fight, and he would rather die than say he lost with his own mouth.

'Geez. What's so hard about saying one word?'

In fact, I don't understand guys who are just so proud, but I decided to respect Mo Yong Baek-jin.

That way of respect is to fight with all my might until the end.

It's the same as saying I'll beat him up with all my might until the end.

I circled around him and put my fists into every opening I could see.

Mo Yong Baek-jin couldn't even resist properly and continued to allow the blows.

'But he has a pretty tough body. How many times has he been hit?'

He must have been hit at least a hundred times, but that guy is still full of spirit.

Of course, it's possible because I'm avoiding his vital points and hitting only the painful areas while trying not to injure him as much as possible.

"Th-This! U-ah-ah-ahk!"

Mo Yong Baek-jin, perhaps because he was so frustrated that he was only getting hit by me, suddenly let out a scream and began to swing his sword wildly.

So I moved far away from him.

Because there was so much force in it that if I were to be grazed by it, one of my limbs would probably fly off.

"You bastard! A thing like you! Me!"

But, I am the one who has dodged all of his sharp and powerful attacks before.

There's no way I'd be hit by such a wild and slow attack with so much force in it.

And so, while leisurely dodging his attacks, I was gradually moving back.

"Huh...?"

Perhaps because I was too focused on dodging Mo Yong Baek-jin's attacks and didn't look behind me properly, I had moved back to where the common people who didn't know martial arts were standing.

"Wait...!"

But Mo Yong Baek-jin, as if he had lost his reason, swung his sword at me mercilessly again.

Afraid that the people behind me would be harmed, I couldn't run far away, and I barely dodged the sword by ducking my head.

"Haap!"

Mo Yong Baek-jin let out a shout and gathered his energy in his sword.

And he unfolded the starting stance that looked like drawing a bowstring from before.

I can certainly dodge an attack like that, but...

'That technique can't control its own speed and power. If I dodge... the people behind me will be hit.'

I gritted my teeth.

I also feel a sense of self-reproach for not just playing around and beating him up sooner.

But, who would have known that that guy was such a heinous person?

To the point where I doubt if he's really of the Orthodox Faction. With that kind of personality, I could believe it if he were of the Unorthodox Faction or the Demonic Path.

'What should I do? If I dodge, the person behind me will be hit. Since they haven't learned martial arts, they won't be able to dodge... The possibility of them dying is high. Then should I block it? With my fist, a sword filled with that kind of energy?'

It's not like I've learned the Iron Sand Palm of the Shaolin Temple, and it's not like I've learned a martial art that makes my fist as hard as a rock, so if I try to block that, my fingers will surely fly off.

Maybe my whole wrist will fly off.

Then what should I do? How...!

'Taiji!'

At that time, a word flashed in my mind.

That's right. I am Unhwi of the Wudang Sect.

But until now, the one who has been dealing with Mo Yong Baek-jin was the Self-Reliant Sword Master, Unhwi.

The Self-Taught Sword Master who fights with overwhelming power, speed, and senses, without using the profound martial arts of the Wudang Sect.

But, now I am of the Wudang Sect. And Unhwi of the Wudang Sect, who has devoted himself to training like crazy without skipping a single day since he opened his eyes again.

The image of that Un Gwang guy naturally comes to my mind.

The Taiji Fist, Taiji Sword, Taiji Palm that Un Gwang unfolds... all the martial arts with the name 'Taiji' come to mind together.

At that moment, the Un Gwang in my mind explains to me.

'Hwi-ya. Look carefully. Taiji starts with looking at the opponent's attack until the end. All attacks have an end. And, at that end, the power is resolved. I... just see that time well.'

The story he had told me as if it were nothing someday contained the principle of Taiji.

And now I... feel like I've understood that principle.

Mo Yong Baek-jin's arm muscles expanded as if they were about to burst, and then he stretched his sword straight at me.

As I stared at the tip of the sword, the world seemed to slow down, and the sword seemed to slow down.

I looked at his sword until the end and stretched out my hand.

The place my fingertips were headed for was not the sword, but Mo Yong Baek-jin's hand holding the sword.

The moment Mo Yong Baek-jin had fully extended his arm, my hand pushed his hand upwards, and his sword shot up instead of forward, and all the remaining force exploded.

My hand didn't stop there, and it wrapped around Mo Yong Baek-jin's arm and went up.

Realizing that his attack had failed, he tried to move back to pull his body back, but he could only flinch and couldn't pull his foot back.

Because I had already stepped on his foot while approaching him.

He used his strength to forcibly pull his foot out, but thanks to that, a brief unguarded opening was created.

And for me, that much of an opening is enough.

My fist, which had already gone up his arm to his chest, struck Mo Yong Baek-jin's chin, and I followed the staggering him and struck his chest and abdomen with a series of punches.

This time, it wasn't just strength, but because I had properly put the secret of Taiji into my punches, it seems Mo Yong Baek-jin was shocked to the point where his body was shaking.

My fists went beyond his chest and abdomen, and a few of them were stuck in his face.

Hitting his face won't be a fatal blow.

However, since there are nerve organs like the eyes, nose, and ears on the face, if he is hit there, a person will not be able to resist at all.

The blows I gave to his face were just that much.

To the point where he couldn't resist me.

And the last blow was not a fist, but a palm that was stuck in Mo Yong Baek-jin's solar plexus.

At that one blow, perhaps because the strength in Mo Yong Baek-jin's hand, which had been holding the sword until the end, had been released, he dropped his sword and fell to the floor with a thud.

When I approached him, he had fainted from the great shock, and his eyes were rolled back white.

"No way..."

Surprised, I checked his pulse, and fortunately, his internal injuries were not deep.

He had just fainted from the great pain and the shock he had received from the last blow.

"Wow..."

"Wa-a..."

"U-wa-a-a-a-a!!!"

"He won. The Taoist master won!"

"It's a victory for our Hubei Province! We won!"

And the cheers of the surrounding people followed.

Although I didn't have a spar for this, the people around me who had watched my fight with Mo Yong Baek-jin were cheering continuously.

It's not a common thing for ordinary people to see a martial artist's spar.

So today's event will probably be a story to tell for the rest of their lives.

"Taoist master! Are you hurt anywhere?"

As I was wiping the sweat that had formed on my forehead from using a little strength at the end, Zhuge Ling ran up to me first and asked about my condition.

I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "Of course. I wasn't even grazed."

"I believed you would win."

Perhaps because she had been watching my spar with her fists clenched, her hands were still pale without any blood.

"I told you I would win."

I gave her a bright smile.

Zhuge Ling, with her big eyes, nodded her head.

And then, Zhuge Yun and my senior brothers also came up to me.

"Taoist Master Unhwi. You've worked hard. It was truly... a great spar."

"Did you see it that way, older brother?"

"......?"

"Why are you so surprised when your younger brother calls you older brother? Older brother?"

"No. Th-That's not it."

"Since it's come to this, I'll call you older brother from now on. It was always awkward to call you."

"Th-That is..."

Zhuge Yun looked at me with a face as if he were seeing something scary and couldn't even answer properly.

To think of making me his younger brother without even having that much guts.

I decided to talk about this later, and I said to another person who must have been anxious, the captain.

"Captain, then we can all get on the boat, right?"

"O-Of course. Great hero!"

It seems I've become a great hero after one spar.

"Good. Let's get on quickly. Since we've delayed a lot of time, let's cross the river quickly. You too, mister, get on quickly."

"Thank you. Thank you so much!"

The man whose wife was sick got on the boat with tears in his eyes, and soon everyone began to get on the boat.

I was about to get on the boat too, but the captain asked me, "Ah, but. What about that person over there?"

The person the captain was pointing at was Mo Yong Baek-jin, who was still lying on the floor.

I thought for a very short moment and then answered, "Let's just load him up and take him with us, right? We were supposed to go to the Nangong family together anyway."

"I understand."

It's also a little awkward to just leave him.

If I'll never see his face again, I don't know, but he's also a person I'll meet again at the Nangong family.

The captain lifted him up and loaded him onto the boat, and then the boat departed.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind that it was so difficult to cross a river once.

(End of Chapter)