The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 178

"Was the Blue King Flag Master killed that cleanly?"

"Yes. It wasn't an ordinary skill. To be honest, it was to the point where I was naturally impressed. Do you know who did it? You look strangely happy."

"Well. I can say I know him very well."

"Oh. I was eavesdropping on the conversation earlier, and it seems one of the ones who went up to Kunlun was your master. It was his doing."

I shook my head.

"No. The one who made the Blue King Flag Master like that was me."

"What? Child. Don't think that I will accept such a joke just because I'm talking with you like this. I am not very patient."

"It's not a joke, I'm telling you it's really me."

"Tsk. Are you trying to protect your master like that? Still, I can't let your master live. ... It can't be helped even if you make that face."

I frowned because Yi Gwak-sa, who didn't believe my words, was so frustrating, but he seemed to think that I was like that because I couldn't save my master.

'Can I win against the Demon Flower Hall Master now?'

I began to think calmly.

Although I have become much stronger, it is certain that I still can't match the top-tier masters.

The Demon Flower Hall Master in my memory was said to have fought on equal terms with the Fist King old man.

But that was also about twenty years later.

The key is how much he has developed in twenty years.

Then a thought suddenly occurred to me.

'Even if I lose the fight, as long as I don't lose my life, it's fine.'

It is clear that Yi Gwak-sa probably has no idea how many trump cards I have.

So if I just get one chance with a trump card while fighting with all my might, it will work out somehow.

"Your expression is serious... was it really your doing?"

"You'll know when you check."

"You're bold! Alright. I'll check your skills myself."

"Wait."

"Huh?"

"Shall we move the location a little?"

He tilted his head and looked at me, wondering what kind of scheme I was plotting.

"Well. It's not that I have any other meaning. It's just that I don't want to wake up my senior uncle who is sleeping so soundly over there."

"If that's the case, I'll gladly move. Where shall we go?"

"I saw a rather wide open space on the way here. Let's go there."

"I understand. Lead the way."

I turned around without hesitation and began to walk towards the open space.

Although my back felt cold as I was exposing my back defenselessly to a master like the Demon Flower Hall Master, fortunately, he did not attack me out of the blue.

'If I do this, even if I lose, my senior uncle won't lose his life.'

In fact, it wasn't that I had no scheme at all.

If my senior uncle wakes up to the sound of me and the Demon Flower Hall Master fighting, he will surely fight against the Demon Flower Hall Master with me.

And that, with a body that is not in good condition, very desperately.

Although the Demon Flower Hall Master said he would not take the life of anyone except the one who killed the Blue King Flag Master, he is not so kind as to not kill someone who is rushing at him asking to be killed, so if we move the location, I will be able to save at least my senior uncle's life.

'Since when did I think of others like this.'

I barely held back a laugh that was about to come out.

In fact, if it had been my previous life, I would have just fought in that spot.

Because even if his body is not in good condition, a martial artist of my senior uncle's level would naturally be of help, and whether I can defeat the Demon Flower Hall Master or not might be decided depending on whether his help is there or not.

A person who can use and utilize anything to win, to survive. That was me.

"A pretty good place to fight has really appeared. Good. I like it."

He said to me in a cheerful voice.

Although I am usually a person with a good sense of humor, I am not at the level where I can laugh even in this situation.

He, looking at me who was very tense, covered his mouth and laughed, "Hoho!", and said, "Draw your sword, brat. I will treat you as a martial artist now."

I was going to draw my sword anyway, but as soon as he said it, I drew my sword, and it felt bad because it looked as if I were following his words.

The Red Dragon Sword sparkles in the moonlight that has risen at some point.

The Red Dragon Sword sometimes looks transparent when it receives the moonlight, and today was that day.

"Oh. It's a famous sword and a treasured sword at a glance. Did you receive such a good sword from the Wudang Sect?"

"No."

"Then?"

"I received it from the Sovereign Sword Emperor. I heard it was a sword he used when he was young."

"The Sovereign Sword Emperor? Of the Nangong family?"

"Yes."

And then the Demon Flower Hall Master's expression hardens slightly.

I can guess what the reason is.

I heard that one of the many achievements that Nangong Sang-hyeon had established when he was young was to chase the Demonic Cult, which was trying to settle down somewhere in the Central Plains, to this Xinjiang region.

In a way, the Sovereign Sword Emperor is a great enemy to the Demonic Cult.

"...Did you inherit his true teachings?"

"I'm a Taoist of Wudang, so would I have inherited the true teachings of the Grand Master of the Nangong family?"

"There are countless things in the martial world that you never know. If you put it that way, why does a Taoist of the Wudang Sect have his sword?"

Sigh. I didn't answer because I had nothing to say.

Now it's time to focus on my sword, my energy, and this fight.

The opponent is a strong person. And an absolute strong person compared to me.

I wanted to fight with the Demonic Cult guys quickly, and a few days ago, I was disappointed because I only met dregs, but I didn't want to meet the high-ranking ones so quickly.

And so I realize the truth of the world again. You have to do everything step by step, and if you try to take a shortcut, you will face such a great disaster.

"Hoo—."

I shake off my miscellaneous thoughts with one exhale.

A strange light appears in the eyes of the Demon Flower Hall Master who is looking at me.

"Your gaze changed in an instant. The fact that you made the Blue King Flag Master like that... it might really be true."

"I've already told you it's true several times."

"Alright. It will become more certain when we clash directly."

At the same time as those words ended, the Demon Flower Hall Master rushed at me.

There was no mercy like yielding the first move to a subordinate.

'Is there still this much of a gap?'

I deflected his arm, which had flown at a speed that was barely visible to the eye, with my sword, and a sound as if iron weapons were clashing echoed.

Not only was his internal energy great, but his hand skills were also amazing. The complacent thought that the opponent did not have a weapon was completely erased from my mind.

The aftermath of the collision hit my body like an aftershock.

Even though I had trained so hard, I couldn't go against the years in a short time.

In terms of internal energy, I am definitely no match for him.

I contained the internal energy that was trying to shake my body in my sword again, containing the mystery of the Taiji.

And I endured the internal energy that I couldn't control with my body.

Thinking that my sturdy body would be able to withstand the remaining scraps.

'Ugh!'

Although I feel a heavy impact in my stomach, as expected, it is at a level that I can just barely endure.

If it's just pain without a wound, I can endure it enough.

The Demon Flower Hall Master blocked the sword path of the Taiji Sword Art, which was released by using the opponent's strength, with his palm.

As if a greater force was contained than he had thought, he flinched for a moment. A very, very short moment.

I squeezed into that gap and thrust my sword.

From then on, we exchanged offense and defense as if we were on equal terms.

I thrust my fastest sword at his vital points, and he swung both his hands and deflected my sword.

His hands were really hard. Although I have seen various hand skills that exist in the Central Plains, it was the first time I had seen someone use their hands like a sword like that.

To be precise, it's not that he's using hand skills, but it looks as if he's performing a sword art with his hands.

To the point where I'm confused whether he usually uses a sword and is just going easy on me, or if he usually fights like this.

But I already know the fact that he originally uses a sword.

Because I heard it from the Fist King old man in my previous life.

"Why didn't you bring a sword?"

"Oh? How did you know that I use a sword?"

"Because what you're performing with your hands now is a sword art. In the first place, hand skills are essentially different from sword arts."

"You have pretty good eyes, child."

Even while he was talking, he swung his hands without rest.

The speed became faster, and the balance was broken.

At some point, the situation was reversed, and he was attacking and I was blocking.

A deep smile forms on the lips of the Demon Flower Hall Master.

I don't know if it's satisfaction with the reversal of the situation, or if it's joy at my skills being more outstanding than he thought.

But the Demon Flower Hall Master's hands suddenly slowed down, and he began to emit a different energy than before.

Thanks to that, it became much easier for me to block his attacks.

Although I don't know if he's doing it on purpose, his forms came into view at a glance, and I even seem to understand how he is emitting the force he is emitting.

'He's doing it on purpose. Why on earth...?'

Even while he was fighting, it seems as if he is teaching me.

Because I can feel myself gaining enlightenment in real time while watching his movements.

"Accept it."

At that time, he, who had come right next to me in an instant, whispered in my ear in a sweet voice.

I got goosebumps for a moment and swung my sword wide horizontally.

The Demon Flower Hall Master, who had moved away in an instant again, laughed at me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You have an outstanding quality. Didn't you understand the things I showed you right away?"

"......"

That's right. To be honest, I can feel that my martial arts have developed a little, thanks to the things the Demon Flower Hall Master showed me a little while ago.

In the first place, the Demon Flower Hall Master is a much greater master than my current master.

And he seemed to have experience of raising several disciples until now.

So he might have immediately grasped what I was lacking and filled it.

"That's right. That's right. I understand."

Although I didn't answer anything, he clapped his hands and was happy.

"The more I see you, the more peculiar you are. I thought you were a master who had returned to his youth at first. Because your face and body are so young, but a hundred-year-old cunning snake is hiding in your sword. I would think you were an experienced swordsman who had handled a sword for decades."

"Isn't it because my qualities are that outstanding?"

"Haha. I also like your boldness."

The Demon Flower Hall Master's tone was completely different from before.

What should I say... as I listened to his tone, which seemed to like it too much, my mood began to get worse.

"Good. Let's try it one more time."

At the same time as his words ended, he lightly kicked off the ground and flew towards me.

Although his hand skills had now changed to fists, I instinctively realized that a tremendous force was contained in those small fists that were like a woman's.

I rotated my body once, raised the energy of the Taiji inherent in my body to the maximum, and then received his fist with the Taiji Sword Art.

The fist and the sword did not end up clashing.

Because right before they touched, the force emitted from his fist and my sword resonated and pushed each other away.

But the one who was pushed back was him.

Although the superiority of strength and internal energy might be on his side, the mystery of the Taiji made it possible.

While the Demon Flower Hall Master was retracting his fist and trying to gather his true energy again, I grabbed the scattering force and this time sent it to my legs. To be precise, to the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of my feet.

I kicked off the floor, emitting the energy from the soles of my feet to the maximum.

At that moment, I was thrown back at a speed that was hard to handle.

The direction is accurately towards the Demon Flower Hall Master.

I utilized that speed as it was and swung my sword.

Thanks to that, my balance was broken, and I couldn't control my speed and rolled on the ground.

Something was caught on my sword and was cut. I felt the sensation in my hand.

But still, a sense of anxiety washed over me. Because that feeling was too light to have cut his neck.

When I barely got up and looked at him, his neck was indeed intact.

Although I thought I had aimed accurately, it seems he had twisted his head at the last moment and avoided my sword.

The moment he turned to me, the hair he had tied up came loose and his hair fell down long.

I bit my lip hard on my own. It seems what I had cut was only his hair.

"Haha. Hahaha."

But he began to laugh at me like a madman.

For some reason, I got goosebumps and frowned, but he didn't seem to care at all.

He laughed like that for a long time, and I gathered my energy again and took my stance.

As I was contemplating what move to use this time, he said to me, "Good. I really like you. Come with me."

"What...?"

"Come to the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. I'll treat you well. I'll ask the Cult Leader to take you as a disciple. You will become the new Blue King Flag Master.”

(End of Chapter)