The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 155

As I gripped the sword hilt so tightly that the tips of my fingers turned white, I thought, 'Yes. Since when did I fight while preserving my own life?'

One of the things I heard the most in my previous life was that I was a guy who fought with his life on the line.

My goal was always victory. Literally, my fighting style was to take the enemy's bones even if it meant giving up my flesh.

As a result, I was able to face those who were several steps more skilled than me on equal terms, or even achieve victory.

In a life-and-death battle, victory means survival, and defeat means death.

And so, as I crossed the line of life and death once, once, I became stronger and stronger.

It was only after surviving dozens of times that the title given to me was the Self-Taught Sword Master.

It seems I have to go back to the days when I was the Self-Taught Sword Master to be able to face that guy properly.

And the sword art of the Self-Taught Sword Master, Unhwi, is not the graceful and beautiful sword art of the Wudang Sect, but the rough but intuitive Un-ga Sword Art.

With the rebound from strongly rolling on the floor, I was shot towards Dokgo Jugwak.

Although I was determined to use the Un-ga Sword Art, that doesn't mean I won't use what I learned at the Wudang Sect at all.

The mystery of the Taiji, which now arises as if breathing, somehow puts the rebound of my legs into my sword through my arms and hands.

If I were to pick the biggest advantage and disadvantage of the Un-ga Sword Art, it would be that there are no set techniques.

In fact, to put it nicely, it's a sword art, but it's no different from a method of just foolishly practicing stabbing, cutting, and hitting.

A sword art where all you do is to spot the opponent's opening and swing or thrust your sword into that opening.

However, the effect was certain.

Because Dokgo Jugwak was busy deflecting my sword.

But even so, the guy's mouth doesn't stop chattering.

"You. You were hiding your skills!"

Although it was a slightly broken and panting voice, joy was mixed in that voice.

Somehow, the guy has returned to the sword art that seemed to be swinging randomly at first.

He swung his sword randomly and shouted at me, "I can't even see it. What kind of training have you been doing to be able to swing a sword like this at your age?! You probably haven't even learned the Great Completion Divine Art!"

Great Completion Divine Art? It's a martial art I've never heard of, but the guy shouted in great excitement.

It seemed that the martial art that Dokgo Jugwak had learned, to be precise, the martial art he had learned from the leader of the Evil Way Alliance, was the Great Completion Divine Art.

"I won't kill you. Come with me. If I raise you for a few more years, you'll be worthy of taking the seat next to me."

I didn't answer his words. No, I couldn't.

To be precise, I couldn't even hear his voice properly.

All my nerves were just focused on the guy's opening and the flying sword.

At the same time as my sword grazed the guy's arm, the guy's sword grazed my leg.

Although the sword had cut through my flesh, for some reason, I didn't even feel any pain.

I'm not the only one like that. Dokgo Jugwak is even worse.

Even though his sleeves were gradually getting stained with blood, his expression was not one of pain, but one as if he had tasted ecstasy.

After that, we exchanged dozens of blows and made countless scratches on each other's bodies.

Although there were no deep wounds that would make it difficult to move, since I was cut here and there, my whole body tingled when I moved quickly like before, and my body was sticky with the blood that had flowed.

But I don't know why I'm like this, but I keep trying to let out a laugh.

Could it be that madness is also contagious?

"Your sword art. I roughly get it."

At that time, Dokgo Jugwak said with a smirk.

"I've become more interested in you. No one has ever made me bleed this much with such a third-rate sword art."

Dokgo Jugwak began to block my sword more perfectly than before, and soon we were exchanging swords on equal terms, and after a while, the situation was completely reversed.

He was attacking without a break, and I was just barely managing to block it.

A situation where anyone who didn't know would have to see that I was in a huge crisis.

But, I was waiting for this moment.

"But you know what?"

"What?"

"I don't just have that."

I exploded all the true energy of the Six Yang Divine Art that I had been saving and saving until now at once.

In an instant, the energy flowing in my body transformed from a clear and pure energy to a boiling yang energy.

And the sword art that was full of that yang energy is our Wudang Sect's Great Purity Sword Art.

Originally, the Great Purity Sword Art is a sword art that is performed based on a clear and clean immortal energy.

A sword art that gently overwhelms the opponent, makes them run away until the end, blocks their escape routes one by one, and in the end, makes them have no choice but to be hit by the sword because there is nowhere to run.

But when this Great Purity Sword Art meets the Six Yang Divine Art, it transforms into a completely different sword art.

It is the same in that it overwhelms the opponent, but it is not done with a gentle energy, but becomes a powerful and tyrannical sword art like a whip being swung to drive a herd of cattle.

To perform a fast sword, you have to relax your hand and hold the sword lightly.

And you have to swing the sword by using your elbow and wrist softly, not your arm.

Dokgo Jugwak, who had been exchanging fast swords with me until now, is not much different.

A sword art with a sudden great force. And since it was swung at a faster speed than before, when he blocked my second sword, the sword was lifted up.

As Dokgo Jugwak's arm and sword went up, his chest was wide open.

And, my Great Purity Sword Art was not over yet.

The place my sword tip was pointing at was his heart. I thrust my sword straight in.

The Red Dragon Sword was stuck in Dokgo Jugwak.

But I frowned without my realizing it.

Because a hard and unpleasant sensation was transmitted through the sword. And on top of that, my sword was only stuck in by about one and a half finger joints.

Because Dokgo Jugwak had twisted his body at the last moment and avoided my sword.

I don't know if it was intentional, or if he intended it, but my sword had accurately stabbed his rib, and the sword could not cut through the bone and was blocked.

"Damn it!"

I was about to quickly pull out the sword and step back, but this crazy guy, Dokgo Jugwak, grabbed the Red Dragon Sword with his bare hands and prevented me from pulling out the sword.

And he carelessly swung the other hand, which was holding the sword, at me diagonally.

Although I let go of the Red Dragon Sword and backed away, I was cut in a long line from my left shoulder to my right side by the tip of Dokgo Jugwak's sword.

"Keuk."

"Ugh!"

And Dokgo Jugwak and I simultaneously grabbed our respective wounds and separated from each other.

The blood flowing from the wound that the guy had cut began to soak my upper garment.

I quickly tapped the acupoints around the wound and first stopped the bleeding.

While I was doing this, Dokgo Jugwak also pulled out my Red Dragon Sword and then quickly stopped the bleeding.

After temporarily stopping the wound, I glanced at him, and he was frowning all over as if his rib had been cracked by my sword, and he was holding his rib with one hand, and the other hand, which was clutching the Red Dragon Sword, was quite deeply cut and tattered.

I felt anew that the Red Dragon Sword was a famous sword.

He must have wrapped his internal energy around it and grabbed the blade, but it had pierced through that and cut his hand.

But apart from that, the situation is not very positive.

Anyway, I have no weapon in my hand now, and Dokgo Jugwak has two swords, including my Red Dragon Sword.

Although I can face him with the Taiji Fist or the Taiji Palm, it is questionable how much it will work in front of a master of that level.

But what can I do? Since I can't just stand by and die, I have no choice but to take the ready stance of the Taiji Fist.

I feel blood seeping out from the wound I had just blocked.

It seemed the wound was deeper than I thought, and the bleeding was not properly stopped.

My whole body is throbbing, and on top of that, my mind is starting to get dizzy.

"Hoo..."

But I took a deep breath and pulled myself together again.

Even if I die, I can't show a disgraceful appearance.

As I was glaring at Dokgo Jugwak, he, as if he had also finished his preparations, is looking at me blankly.

He held a sword in each hand and, after glaring at me... he opened his mouth.

"Name."

"What?"

"What's your name. Where are you from."

"You're a real madman. You're curious about that even in this situation?"

"If you tell me, I'll just take my half-wit junior brother and go back."

"What did you say?"

"Tell me quickly. I'm not the patient type. Even now, two of me are fighting inside me. The one who says I have to kill you, and the one who says I shouldn't kill a funny guy like you."

Real madness was even glittering in his eyes.

I gritted my teeth and said to him, "Wudang Sect. Unhwi."

"What? You were from the Wudang Sect?"

"Yes."

"No... was there a guy among the Wudang Sect's horse-faced Taoists who could fight with such power? Haha!"

He laughed for a long time and then threw the Red Dragon Sword at me.

I, who had not expected him to really give me the sword, quickly picked up the Red Dragon Sword.

"Keuk!"

But as soon as I bent my waist, I felt a tremendous pain.

As my tension relaxed a little, the pain of the sword cut felt so great.

"Don't move. I was surprised that your first aid was very skilled, but it's not a small wound. If my sword had gone in just one more joint deeper, all your internal organs would have spilled out and you would have died without even being able to do anything."

"You would have also died with your heart pierced if I had stabbed you just one joint higher."

"You crazy bastard. You're saying that even in this situation."

"Look who's talking."

"Hahaha! Ugh...! Don't make me laugh. It hurts more when I laugh. A promise is a promise, so I'll go back for today. I'll tell this foolish junior brother not to be greedy for brothels and to train his martial arts more, so don't worry. Instead..."

He paused for a moment and then continued, "Let's have another fight soon. If you lose then, you're coming with me."

"That's... ridiculous."

"I'm letting you live because of that, so keep that in mind. Ugh. It hurts like hell."

Dokgo Jugwak staggered to his feet, sheathed his sword, and then began to walk back with a tired look.

"S-Senior brother. Are you going without killing him?"

"Yes. I'm not killing him. No, I can't kill him."

"Yes?"

"Even a mouse will bite a cat if it's cornered. If that Wudang Sect Taoist guy gives up his life and decides to die with me... you and I might both die."

"I-I'll do it!"

At Go Mun-tak's words, Dokgo Jugwak frowned.

"If you say one more word, I'll tear off your jaw, so shut that mouth. It seems I hit it well, and since it's still broken, it seems it will tear off well."

"Hup...!"

Dokgo Jugwak glanced at me and then disappeared with Go Mun-tak and the living martial artists of the Red Snake Gang.

Although I wanted to stop them right away, I can't even chase them because my wound will open up if I move even a little.

'It feels terrible. Did I lose?'

I bit my lip so hard without my realizing it that blood burst out.

Perhaps because the pain in my chest was so great, I didn't even feel the pain.

No, rather than that, it feels like the deep inside of my stomach hurts even more.

Defeat.

In fact, although I have experienced defeat countless times in my previous life, this defeat is something I can't get used to no matter how many times I experience it.

"Hwi-ya!"

"Unhwi-ya! Are you okay?!"

At that time, I heard the voices of my two senior brothers from far away.

My senior brothers performed a lightness skill and came to me in an instant, and they were so surprised to see my condition that they shouted, "L-Look at the blood! Are you okay? Are you conscious?"

"I'm... okay. I've done first aid for now, but please make a stretcher. My wound will open up if I move even a little."

"Ah, I understand. Unjeong-ah. You watch Hwi for a bit. I'll be right back."

"Yes. Senior brother!"

Senior Brother Uncheol disappeared from sight, and I asked Senior Brother Unjeong, "It seems you succeeded in retaking the Shi-yue Pavilion."

"Yes. The martial artists you faced were the majority, and in the brothel itself, there were only about fifty people who had learned martial arts. We subdued those who could be subdued, and we killed those who couldn't be helped."

"You've worked hard. Go Mun-tak was here. But I couldn't catch him and let him go."

"Are you saying the Red Snake Gang leader was so strong that he put you in this state?!"

"No. I also met the senior brother of the Red Snake Gang leader. Dokgo Jugwak. He's the one who made me like this."

"How much of a master is he..."

"That's what I'm saying... the difference in our skills was so great... I didn't know either."

Dokgo Jugwak and I are probably at least ten years apart in age.

It means that the time we have trained in martial arts differs by at least that much.

And on top of that, I have learned orthodox martial arts, and he has learned unorthodox arts, so it is natural that there is a difference in our growth speed.

But...

'That's no excuse. A loss is a loss.'

Because even if I am young, and even if my training period is short, the enemy's sword will not avoid me.

Thanks to Senior Brother Uncheol, who had prepared a stretcher sooner than I thought, as I was being carried to a nearby clinic, I thought.

That after I return to Wudang and my body recovers, I will have to train even harder than before.

So that I will never make an excuse for my defeat again.

(End of Chapter)