The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 168

Several thoughts flashed through my mind at the same time as I saw Yu Seon's bewildered face.

'Should I just end it here again? Or should I match him a little more?'

After a moment of contemplation, I thought that if I ended it in one blow again here, Yu Seon would probably annoyingly ask for another fight.

And another worry that followed.

'If I show too big of a gap, won't Yu Seon be discouraged?'

But I soon realized that that worry was a foolish one.

If he was a martial artist who would fall down at just this and not be able to get up, he would never be called the First Sword of Kunlun in the future.

So I decided to believe that if I gave him a bigger stimulus, he would make a bigger effort.

As I drew up the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art even more, a hot gust of wind brushed past my hair.

The true energy spreading throughout my body raised my body temperature, and as my body temperature rose, I could feel my heartbeat quicken at the same time.

I shook the wooden sword as if to shake it off and knocked Yu Seon's wooden sword away.

'With the best sword skill I can perform.'

The energy that burst out from the sword pushed Yu Seon back and created a distance between us.

Objectively and subjectively, I am currently a much more skilled person than Yu Seon.

Usually, a skilled person prefers close combat and does not give the opponent distance.

But the reason I created a gap between us was because I had a strong confidence that I could win even if I did this.

"Iik!"

As if he had understood that meaning, Yu Seon gritted his teeth and once again thrust his sword, looking for my opening.

But that gap was just a bait to lure the opponent towards me.

Yu Seon's sword brushed past my side, not even a finger's breadth away, and I swung my sword strongly horizontally.

The torches that were lighting up the training ground swayed at the powerful wave created by my sword.

Of course, Yu Seon was also in that sword path.

But, I did not cut him. I just hit him with the sword wave.

Yu Seon, whose body was swept by that sword wave, ended up sitting down on the spot.

"Uh...?!"

Along with an expression of incomprehension, he fumbled at his waist.

He must have had the illusion that his waist was cut by my sword a little while ago.

"A little while ago, what was...?!"

"Well. Some call it a feint, and some grandly call it a heart sword, but I call it this. Power."

"Power...?"

"The sword art of Kunlun. I have seen it well. The sharpness within the softness. I could see well what direction our Wudang Sect should go. But, Taoist Yu Seon's sword lacks power and spirit. No matter how much it is a spar, if you don't have the thought of actually cutting down the opponent, it will not be much different from swinging a sword at a scarecrow."

"......!"

Yu Seon's eyes widened, and he stared at me blankly.

I stealthily sheathed my wooden sword and then came and stood next to my master.

Although there was no declaration of who won and who lost, and Yu Seon had not surrendered, everyone here would know well that Yu Seon had just been defeated. Even Yu Seon himself.

"Yu Seon-ah. Get up."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Geuman Jonja approached the still dazed Yu Seon and helped him up.

"You now know well that what happened to you earlier was by no means a coincidence, right?"

"...Yes. I know well."

"You also know the gap between you and Taoist Master Unhwi, right?"

"Yes... I know."

"So don't even think of joining the search party that will leave tomorrow. Unhwi is special; it is natural that you of your generation cannot step forward in a matter like this."

"I understand, Sect Leader."

He bowed his head to the sect leader and then came up to me.

"Taoist Master Unhwi. Although it must have been troublesome, thank you for giving me a lesson."

"What do you mean, a lesson? It was just a match."

"But... may I ask you one thing?"

"Of course. You can ask me a few things."

"How did you become so strong, Taoist Master Unhwi? Judging by your age, I thought you wouldn't have trained for a long time... Is it thanks to the revelation of the Primordial Heavenly Lord? Or is it thanks to the heart method of the Wudang Sect? If not that... is it Taoist Master Unhwi's innate talent?"

His expression was very serious.

It seems he thought that if he heard the secret to my strength, he could also become as strong as me.

A smile naturally formed on my face.

Although it might seem rude for him to ask me something like that, I could see a strong desire in him to become stronger than he is now, even if it meant doing this.

"Master. Can I also tell Taoist Yu Seon here the secret to my strength?"

"Hwi-ya. Are you by any chance going to tell him about 'that training method'?"

"If necessary."

"Well... that's not a martial art of the Wudang Sect, but your training method, so do I need to interfere? Do as you please."

"Thank you."

I bowed my head and then turned my body to Yu Seon again and said, "There is one thing you said earlier that is wrong."

"Something wrong? What is it?"

"You said a little while ago that I probably haven't trained for a long time, right?"

"I did."

"I have trained two or three times more than ordinary martial artists of my age."

"How did you do that? Ah! Did you start learning martial arts at the age of four or five, like the children of the martial arts families?"

At his innocent question, a small laugh escaped me without my realizing it.

"No? I started to learn martial arts properly only when I was twelve or thirteen."

"Then how...?!"

I didn't answer his question, but said to Yu Cheongja and Geuman Jonja, "Sect Leader. Would it be okay if I used this training ground today?"

"Of course. It's not like anyone is using it anyway, so it wouldn't matter, would it?"

"Thank you. Then Taoist Yu Seon?"

"Yes?"

"Let's start training from now. I'll teach you how I train."

"Now? It's very late now..."

"What do you mean, late? It's probably not even the beginning of the first watch (around 9 PM). When do you usually train until?"

At my question, he tilted his head and said, "Usually, I finish training before the hour of the rooster, and after dinner, I either train or meditate."

"So your training time is ridiculously insufficient. You can meditate right before you go to bed, or while you sleep. For now, Taoist master, you need to secure an absolute amount of training time."

"How do you train, Taoist master?"

"I only train without resting for a single moment when I'm awake, except for the time I eat and go to the bathroom."

"How can a person train all day like that?"

I smiled and answered, "You can train by dividing the parts differently. If you trained your upper body early in the morning, you train your lower body in the afternoon, and in the evening, you mainly train your core muscles. And at night, if you do a training that relaxes your muscles as a finishing touch, you will feel very refreshed when you wake up the next day."

As if he had realized that something was wrong, Yu Seon looked at Yu Cheongja with anxious eyes, but I didn't care and took another step towards him and said, "And don't just lump it together as upper body in the morning, but train your forearms for half a shichen, your shoulders for half a shichen, and your chest for another half a shichen. The afternoon is the same. One shichen for calf training, another shichen for thigh training, and another shichen for glute muscle training... If you train by dividing your whole body into pieces like this, you can train all day long without getting bored and have fun. How about it? It'll be fun, right? You want to learn, right?"

"Uh, uh... I..."

"I've already made up my mind to teach you. For now, since there's not much time left today, shall we start with lower body training, which is the basis of all training?"

The moment Yu Seon looked at Yu Cheongja again with anxious eyes, betrayal and despair were simultaneously engraved in his eyes.

Because our master and Yu Cheongja. And Geuman Jonja had already moved without a sound and were almost out of the training ground.

"Now. There's nowhere to run. We're starting right now. You said you wanted to get stronger. Don't you want to get stronger? Tell me exactly right now. If you say you don't want to get stronger, I'll give up cleanly and never ask you to train with me again."

"......"

His pupils are shaking as if there were an earthquake, as if he is in great conflict.

"Well. Then don't do it. Then can you please get out of the way? I'm going to train on my own and go back anyway."

"I-I'll do it!"

"Really?"

"Yes. I want to get stronger!"

I patted his shoulder a few times with a satisfied face.

My mood has become the best in recent days.

Because meeting a beginner is always so thrilling and fun.

***

Midnight. A dark cave.

The two men were hiding in that place where they couldn't even see each other properly, holding their breath.

Fortunately, since both of them were martial artists who had learned martial arts, they could recognize each other even in that darkness by brightening their eyes with internal energy.

The man in the gray martial arts uniform sent a telepathic message to the man in the blue martial arts uniform.

-Isn't it about time to move? Hasn't anyone come to find us for the five days we've been hiding in this cave?

-That's right.

-Then I think it's safe to assume that those guys have lost us. If we just stay stuck in this cave and get caught later... then there's no escape route and we're really dead.

-Actually, you're right. There are only a few days left until the deadline to meet Geuman Jonja at Lop Nur. In fact, it's a situation where we might or might not make it in time even if we run like crazy from here.

-So shouldn't we move a little faster?

-But the surroundings are too quiet. That makes me afraid to move.

At the words of the man in the blue martial arts uniform, the man in the gray martial arts uniform answered as if he were frustrated.

-Why are you afraid of it being quiet?

-No matter how quiet the world is, you can always hear the sound of insects and the sound of the wind shaking the leaves. But listen carefully. Can you hear such a sound?

The man in the gray martial arts uniform began to listen, and it was really quiet without any sound.

He looked at the blue martial arts uniform with very surprised eyes, and he opened his mouth as if to explain.

-It's probably one of two things. Either the enemies are already densely packed around here, or we're caught in some kind of formation.

-Aren't both cases a big problem?

-If it's the former, it's a really big problem, but if it's the latter, there's still hope. I think it's probably the latter. If the enemies were surrounding us, there's no reason for them to leave us alone, is there?

The gray martial arts uniform nodded his head as if in agreement with his words and then sent a telepathic message.

-I understand. I will follow your will this time as well. Hyeon Cheong.

-Thank you. I will never let the sacrifice of your senior and junior brothers, Man Cheong, be in vain.

The two looked at each other with hot eyes and then began to take steps for survival.

The man in the blue martial arts uniform is Hyeon Cheong of the Wudang Sect, and the man in the gray martial arts uniform is Man Cheong of the Kunlun Sect.

As Unhwi had expected, they had really survived until now, and they were struggling to increase the probability of being able to live even a little longer.

(End of Chapter)