The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 154

"Now, shall we play for a bit?"

I fully drew my sword and, while looking at the guy approaching me, I recalled what I remembered about the Four Tyrants Union and Dokgo Jugwak.

It would be at least another five years before Dokgo Jugwak would come to the forefront of the Four Tyrants Union as its leader.

It means that I have no idea if he is the leader of the Four Tyrants Union now, or if he is still just one of the martial artists of the Four Tyrants Union.

And there is one more thing I am curious about.

It has become clear from the conversation a little while ago that he is a disciple of the leader of the Evil Way Alliance, but I also want to know if he was originally his disciple or if he suddenly became his disciple like Go Mun-tak.

'Well, I guess he'll tell me if I knock him down and ask.'

I shook off my distracting thoughts.

Because in the end, everything will be resolved if I catch the guy.

As if a sound was ringing from Dokgo Jugwak's arm, he immediately flew at me.

I immediately blocked and struck up. Although I struck up with all my might with the intention of completely deflecting the sword, I could only manage to lift the guy's arm.

I take one more step closer and swing my sword at Dokgo Jugwak's open chest.

But Dokgo Jugwak, as if he had left a lot of leeway when he first swung his sword at me, quickly pulled his sword to his chest and blocked all of my swords.

Although it was a sword art that I thought had reached the peak of its realm, I couldn't even leave a single scratch on him.

"You're pretty fast with your hands, aren't you? And you've got quite a bit of power."

In the midst of that, the guy still had that creepy smile on his face and spoke to me in a calm voice.

I didn't answer him and performed another five or six techniques.

It was a sword that was swung with the mysteries of the Wudang Sect's Seven Star Sword, Nine Palaces Sword, and Flowing Cloud Sword exquisitely incorporated.

But Dokgo Jugwak, as if he were concentrating on my sword with his eyes wide open, deflected all of my swords without much difficulty.

"Ha! The more I see, the more amazing you are. I didn't even see an opening to counterattack just now. All I could do was block!"

But contrary to what he was saying, the guy's smile is even bigger than before.

As if his mouth would reach his ears.

Seeing that handsome face make such an expression, it paradoxically seemed to make it even more creepy.

'Yes. He was called a battle maniac.'

I have heard a few rumors about the leader of the Four Tyrants Union, Dokgo Jugwak, in my previous life.

That the guy is a sparring maniac and a battle maniac who likes to seek out the strong and fight.

If most of the Unorthodox Faction guys chose the Unorthodox Faction because of money and fast growth, it seems Dokgo Jugwak said he liked being on the Unorthodox Faction side because there were more opportunities to fight.

So the guy died with a smile even at the last moment.

The sect leader of the Cheong-seong Sect and the sect leader of the Hwa-san Sect. And after several masters below them joined forces, they were able to catch him, but I heard that he died with satisfaction, saying that he had a heart-pounding fight until the end.

"Come on, more. More! Entertain me!"

Seeing the guy shouting with madness in his eyes, it seems he really is a madman.

I'm the type who thinks that you shouldn't even associate with a madman, but to be entangled like this.

But the fortunate thing is that the guy's skills don't seem that terrifying yet.

It was about eight years later that he showed an equal skill even after two sect leaders of the nine sects and one gang joined forces.

Fortunately, Dokgo Jugwak didn't seem that strong right now.

'Then does that mean he becomes so terrifyingly strong in just eight years?'

No matter how fast the growth of Unorthodox Faction martial arts is, it is at a fraudulent level.

So that's why so many martial artists fall for Unorthodox Faction martial arts and Unorthodox Faction sects.

I didn't give him a moment's rest, and I stuck close to him again, blocked his sword with my sword, and then I repeatedly struck his open chest and stomach with my left fist.

As if his physical training was not perfect, I feel the feeling of the blows landing on his fist.

As if he were also a person and felt pain, he opened his eyes wide, shook off my arm, and stepped back a few steps.

But, I am not one to just watch that.

I followed him at almost the same speed as he was backing away and continued to swing my left fist.

Originally, the Unorthodox Faction guys who are obsessed with Unorthodox Faction martial arts have weak bodies.

Because if they train that damn Unorthodox Faction martial art more in the time they would have spent training their bodies and building their muscles like my senior brothers and I do, their energy will accumulate visibly.

But, just as internal energy is important, external energy also plays an important role in a fight.

Just like now.

But perhaps because he had somehow protected his internal organs with his profound internal energy?

Dokgo Jugwak, even though his face was bright red with pain, somehow endured my fists.

'This much is not enough.'

The moment I was about to swing my fist with more force, the swords that were intertwined were released.

Dokgo Jugwak swung his sword as if he had been waiting for this moment.

As soon as I heard the clicking sound, I pulled my body back and at the same time bent my head back to avoid it, otherwise I would have had my forehead cut.

No, in fact, it was cut a little.

Because my bangs, which had been cut by his sword, were fluttering.

Dokgo Jugwak looked at me with glittering eyes, and this time, he rushed at me and began to swing his sword.

I couldn't properly read the form and style of his sword art.

At a glance, it seems as if he is just swinging a fast sword recklessly.

It was a free and fast fast sword style to that extent.

At the same time, I began to concentrate on that sword art.

Although it seems to have no rules, there is no way that is the case. A sword without rules can only be poured out and cannot make a martial artist grow.

I believed in the skills of the martial artist named Dokgo Jugwak.

And I also believed in his sword art, which had raised his skills to that extent.

"Ha-a-ap!"

I deliberately let out a battle cry and, mobilizing all my senses, I blocked his sword and watched it.

And so, the moment I had received Dokgo Jugwak's sword for over thirty exchanges.

I strongly stomped my foot and created a wind.

The dust that rose at the same time covered me and Dokgo Jugwak. The moment he unnaturally closed his eyes in that dust.

In that fleeting moment, I jumped into the guy's arms.

Although I can't use my sword because it's too close, the martial arts of our Wudang Sect are not just sword arts.

I naturally let go of my sword and fill my hands with the mystery of the Taiji.

The shock that had been transmitted to my body when I kicked off the ground a little while ago passed through my waist, through my shoulders, and was contained in my two arms.

The Taiji Fist that I had created in a short moment exploded on Dokgo Jugwak's chest.

The tingling sensation in my hand proved that the blow had landed properly.

Dokgo Jugwak was thrown back and lay flat on his back.

Although his eyes are open, and his chest is rising and falling regularly, it doesn't seem like he is dead or seriously injured, but he is not even thinking of getting up and is just staring blankly at the sky.

"H-How could my senior brother..."

As I was about to pick up the sword I had dropped, Go Mun-tak is stomping his feet, unable to do this or that, with a slurred pronunciation.

When he was about to say something more, words came out of Dokgo Jugwak's mouth.

"Junior brother. I told you to shut up."

"S-Senior brother."

Dokgo Jugwak pulled up his legs and then jumped up to his feet.

When he spat, red blood was mixed in his saliva.

He had suffered a slight internal injury from my Taiji Fist.

He rubbed his chest a few times with an uncomfortable expression and then said to me, "I am Dokgo Jugwak. For now... I've taken over a small sect in Sichuan and am raising it. I'm thinking of raising it more later..."

"Why. Are you trying to gather the Unorthodox Factions and create the Four Tyrants Union?"

"Huh? What are you? How do you know that?"

"Do you think the nine sects and one gang are that incompetent and lazy? We've already started investigating. You bastard."

The guy looked at me with the most surprised expression he had ever made.

Even when he was hit by my Taiji Fist, his expression was not that much.

"The nine sects and one gang... they know everything?"

"Yes. Shouldn't you go back to Sichuan quickly? Who knows if your base is being robbed?"

"Crazy talk... Who are you? I've told you my name, so you tell me your name too."

"I don't want to. Why should I?"

Usually, in this situation, martial artists would exchange names and build a friendship while fighting, but I have no intention of telling the guy my name.

'That madman. If I can't kill him here, who knows what kind of harm he will do later.'

As if he had never expected me to answer like this, Dokgo Jugwak burst out laughing without realizing it.

And looking at him laughing, I also laughed back.

To be able to laugh so comfortably in the middle of a fight, it is a very heartwarming fight scene.

"Alright. I get it. Don't tell me. Let's see if you can still not tell me even after your two arms are gone and one of your legs is gone."

"Try it if you can. Who was it that was looking at the sky after getting hit a little while ago?"

"Hahat! I really like you. Do you have any intention of coming with me? Then I'll spare your life and tell my master to take you as his disciple too. With your guts and aptitude, you'll surely be able to become incredibly strong in a few years."

"So who is that master? Didn't your parents teach you not to follow strangers when you were young?"

"No. I've been an orphan since I was very young."

"No wonder. Your family education seems to be poor."

"Kikik. Usually, when people say they're orphans, they start by saying they're sorry. You're a really funny guy. Then I'll take it that you're refusing my offer?"

"Yes. You understand well."

I answered like that and then took a ready stance again.

The guy gripped his sword and began to look at me with glittering eyes.

On his face, which seemed to have become a completely different person from a little while ago, I began to feel tense again.

Although it seems I have been talking nonsense until now, in fact, I was buying time and raising my internal energy all over my body to prepare for the Nine Palaces Sword Art.

If the opponent uses a fast sword, then I just have to attack with a force that can even split the sword.

I approached him in an instant and swung my sword first.

The internal energy that I had gathered for a long time exploded at one point and flew with the momentum to cut Dokgo Jugwak's sword at once.

A look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes once again.

"What kind of power does a small thing have...!"

I bit my lip without my realizing it.

Although I swung my sword with the determination to cut him in two, the fact that he opened his mouth and made a voice like that means that he had received my sword without much difficulty.

Before my force was completely scattered, this time I swung my leg and struck his shin.

But, as if he had already known, he lifted his leg and blocked my leg. For a moment, a sharp pain rose from my shin.

As if his sword was moving cunningly, it was extended towards my neck.

It is a completely different sword art from the reckless sword art from before.

A sword art like a snake biting the throat of its prey.

I bent my waist completely back and with that force, I lifted my leg and kicked his chin with the tip of my foot.

As if he had also bent his head back to avoid my foot, my foot cut through the air.

I spun around once and landed on my two feet.

Dokgo Jugwak, who was watching my acrobatic-like movements, said with surprised eyes, "Amazing. Your body's balance is almost perfect. As much as your internal energy... or perhaps it's the result of training your external energy more than your internal energy? There was a reason why our master always shouted at us to train our bodies so tiresomely."

My brow furrows without my realizing it.

Because the guy still looked full of surplus.

It's as if he is looking down on me from the position of a strong person.

"Good... let's try to die once."

I took a deep breath and looked at Dokgo Jugwak.

Until now, I had been fighting while trying to protect my own life and only take the guy's life.

But, now I have let go of everything.

The current situation, my own situation, and even my own life.

As if he had noticed my determination, a strange light appeared in Dokgo Jugwak's eyes.

"Good! You should have come out like that from the beginning."

Looking at the guy who was shouting like that, I gripped my sword with both hands.

(End of Chapter)