The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 188

Maeng Gwang-gae promised to meet in about a month and a half and then left to ask another sect for help.

Since he said that the total number of people he was thinking of was about fifteen to twenty, he would have to move diligently.

"Unhwi-ya. For now, as you always have, don't worry about this matter and train as usual. Since the Taoist-Buddhist Great War is not far off."

"Yes, Senior Uncle. I will do so."

"The matter of you, Un Gwang, and Un Cheol going to Zhejiang Province, I will tell the sect leader myself when I have time. He probably won't stop you from going."

"Yes. Thank you."

Senior Uncle Ok Heo, as if he believed that I would do well on my own, did not say any other additional things and returned to his quarters.

'Old man Maeng Gwang-gae. I'm glad he looks healthy.'

It seems as if I can see him boasting that he has never even caught a cold in his life, let alone been sick.

To be honest, I want to talk to him a little more, pretend to be close, and ask him what he is thinking and living for now.

But right now, since we both have things to do, I decided to put aside such personal feelings.

'Anyway, we promised to meet in Zhejiang Province in a month and a half.'

I, thinking that a month and a half is not a very long time, did not go to my lodging, but headed for the training ground again.

When I meet Maeng Gwang-gae again.

Because at that time, I wanted to win the Taoist-Buddhist Great War and meet him with a proud appearance.

***

A week passed by like an arrow.

During that time, my senior brothers and I trained so hard that there were no regrets left, and among them, there were many senior brothers whose development was visible even in that short time.

But just because you worked hard doesn't mean you can be picked for the list.

'You have to win the match first.'

Un Gwang and I, excluding personal feelings as much as possible, narrowed down the personnel who would participate in the Taoist-Buddhist Great War.

"Unhwi-ya. Then let's decide the personnel for the individual match like this."

"Yes, senior brother."

We first decided on the list for the individual match.

It was Un Gwang who suggested it first, not me, and since there were more personnel who had to be picked for the group match, he said that after selecting the list for the individual match, he would freely pick from the remaining senior brothers.

"Actually, if the great senior brother participates in the individual match, it's a sure win, so it's a shame."

"But there has to be someone to lead the sword formation. Fortunately, since I was very interested in sword formations, I can do it."

"Senior brother, to be honest, you're not just interested in sword formations, but you're interested in martial arts in general, right?"

"Well. That's true."

"And not just anyone, but you took away Senior Brother Un Jihak."

"I need someone to hold another axis besides me. That will be Un Jihak."

The list for the individual match was thoroughly picked based on skill.

Because an individual match is literally fighting alone, so there is no need to match breaths or anything.

Senior Brother Un Jo, who had told me that he wanted to be selected for the individual match, decided to participate in the individual match, and besides him, strong people who were recognized by everyone, such as Senior Brother Un Hwang, Un Gyu, Un Jak, and Un Gak, were picked.

In our room, I, Senior Brother Un Cheol, and Senior Brother Un Jeong decided to participate in the individual match.

Senior Brother Un Sik and Senior Brother Un Mi were picked for the group match, not the individual match, and the two of them seemed to feel a greater joy in being able to participate in the group match than the disappointment of not being picked for the individual match.

That's understandable, because just about three years ago, our room was classified as the weakest of the weak, so being picked for the Taoist-Buddhist Great War was out of the question.

'Although it's a shame that only Senior Brother Un Gak was picked from the first room, and no one was picked from this room...'

If you were to pick the strongest room in our Yuyeop Hall, of course our room would be the strongest now, but until then, it is said that the first room and this room have traditionally been the strongest.

Un Gwang, rather than mixing various rooms, picked many personnel from one room as much as possible.

Because since they are people who sleep and eat together, he expected that their chemistry would be good.

So I gave up on the first and this room entirely in return for receiving other strong senior brothers.

"Hwi-ya. I think this is enough."

"I think so too. Would you like to tell the sect leader once?"

"Alright. I'll go quickly. I have to get confirmation as soon as possible to train even a little more. Since our group match has to train the sword formation, we will need more training."

"When I went to Shaolin last time, it seems the Shaolin monks also train the Arhat Formation in their daily lives. We probably shouldn't take them lightly."

"I definitely won't take them lightly... but still, don't you think we might win this time? Even if everyone only trains the sword formation to a basic level, their individual skills have become incomparably stronger than before."

Un Gwang's words are right.

I have trained my senior brothers to the extreme, and thanks to that, I am confident that my senior brothers have the strength and martial arts to never be pushed back by the disciples of the same generation.

"Compared to when I went to Shaolin last time, I think there is a sufficient possibility. When I faced them directly, I didn't feel the same kind of power as our senior brothers. The only problem is that it's already been over a year."

"Hmm... that's right. Because for martial artists of our age, you never know when and how they will get enlightenment and suddenly become strong."

"Rather than being bound by the opponent's skill, let's just do our best to show what we have."

"Yes. Let's do that."

Un Gwang, clenching both his fists, made a promise and then set off to tell the sect leader that he had picked all the personnel.

While looking at the back of the disappearing Un Gwang, I thought.

'No matter how I think about it, it's a competition that is disadvantageous to our Wudang Sect.'

Originally, the martial arts of our Wudang Sect are martial arts that begin to shine only after training for at least ten to fifteen years.

Because due to the characteristics of the Wudang Sect, which emphasizes qi training, when that much internal energy is accumulated and the enlightenment that matches the internal energy comes, the martial arts of the Wudang Sect become strong in an instant.

In contrast, the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple are a little different. The martial arts of the Shaolin Temple are martial arts that can show a powerful force from the beginning.

To be more precise, they are strong in the early stages, and also strong when they get a big enlightenment in the later stages.

Compared to our Wudang Sect, the history of Shaolin is much longer and deeper.

To the extent that there are even people who claim that the beginning of all martial arts is Shaolin.

'Why on earth did our ancestors create such a competition?'

Even if I try to fathom its meaning, I don't understand it well.

Rather, if it were a match between our master's generation and Monk Yeong Hwan's generation, I could understand it.

Because it is a time when they have sufficiently learned and trained their own sect's martial arts and their martial arts have matured considerably.

'But if the younger disciples fight, it would not have been easy for Wudang to win... I still don't understand.'

In fact, since it is said that Wudang has never defeated Shaolin until now, it seems I am not the only one who has this question.

For now, I decided to shake off all such useless thoughts.

Because I will find out the reason someday if the opportunity arises, and there was nothing I could find out just by worrying about it now.

And from now on, I won't have to worry about such things.

'This time, the Wudang Sect will win for the first time.'

While thinking that and vowing to win, Un Gwang returned faster than I thought.

He, as if he had run all the way from the Supreme Azure Palace, said with a slightly flushed face, "Unhwi-ya. The sect leader said to do it as it is. He didn't even read it properly and said he believes we would have done well on our own."

Although I don't know if he trusts us or if he is irresponsible, I don't need to worry about that either.

I don't know if it's to interfere, but since he's telling us to do as we want, there's no need to feel bad.

"Alright. Then let's start right away. Senior brother."

"Yes. For the next month. Let's really do it to death. Let's really win and fulfill the long-cherished wish of our senior uncles and grand uncles."

We joined hands and, after agreeing, returned to the training ground, informed the confirmed personnel, and began to train right away.

The picked senior brothers, as if they felt a sense of responsibility, trained much more diligently than before.

And the senior brothers who were not picked, as if to relieve their disappointment of not being selected, trained like crazy together in sync with the support.

Either way, this Taoist-Buddhist Great War will surely lead to an increase in the overall strength of our Wudang Sect.

***

Sometimes I feel like time is passing too quickly.

Especially now, when I wake up, I train, I eat a few times in the middle, and I train until right before I go to sleep, and then I wake up again and train.

When I repeat this a few times, a day really passes so quickly that there are times when I don't even know how the date is passing, and now was that time.

"Now that the Taoist-Buddhist Great War is less than a week away, is the training going well?"

"What's there to go well or not? Just as usual... just a little more diligently than usual."

Today is not a day I train alone, but a day I train with my master.

When I train with my master, I usually learn advanced martial arts or have the martial arts I learned before checked.

But from today, rather than learning new martial arts, I said I would focus on solidifying the martial arts I had already learned, so we decided to have a time to check my martial arts step by step.

"Hwi-ya. I think you should be a little careful."

"Why?"

"I heard that Yeong Hwan is so determined to fight you that he is even spreading false rumors and strengthening his will."

"False rumors?"

"When you went to Shaolin with me last time, he is saying that he lost to you in the spar at that time, and that he has to have a revenge match this time."

At that time, since I was carried to the infirmary first, my defeat is certain.

I have no idea what his intention is in saying that.

"No... why is Monk Yeong Hwan doing that..."

"That's not all. You met Yeong Hwan for a moment at the Nangong family, right?"

"I did."

"At that time, he said he felt ashamed as he watched you stand up to the Changjiang Water Fortress leader. Saying that it's been a long time since he has seen a martial artist with such a strong heart. So this time, when he faces you, he will not hold back and will do his best."

"Please go easy on me..."

Although he couldn't hear me, I shouted as if I were screaming.

My master, as if I were funny, let out a small laugh and said, "Yeong Hwan, to be precise, is a martial artist who is about half a generation lower than me, but in fact, he is a strong martial artist whose victory I cannot guarantee."

I almost nodded my head without my realizing it.

In the first place, Monk Yeong Hwan is a person who is called the great master Yeong Hwan, boasting an amazing martial prowess, after only twelve or thirteen years.

Although my master also has outstanding qualities, he cannot be compared to such an unparalleled genius.

'And that genius is now aiming for me.'

To be honest, I also don't think I can guarantee the outcome of that match now.

For now, it will not be easy to overcome the difference in training time of over ten years.

"Hwi-ya."

"Yes, master."

"To defeat Yeong Hwan, I think there needs to be a powerful variable. What do you think?"

"I guess so, right? Since there is no way to defeat him right now."

"Shall I tell you one of those variables?"

"What kind of variable?"

"When you have a spar or a fight, in the end, one side has to get close. When you get close like that, what kind of martial art do you think can produce the strongest power?"

I thought for a moment and then answered, "Since a sword needs distance... is it by any chance a fist art?"

"No. The answer is a palm art. A palm art that strikes with minimal movement at close range can be the most powerful variable."

"Although I know quite a few palm arts, aren't the palm arts of the Wudang Sect generally more of a soft and flowing feeling rather than a powerful single blow?"

"Our Wudang also has such a palm art."

"Really? What kind of martial art is it?"

"It is a martial art called the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm. It seems it is a martial art that can only be learned after becoming the sect leader... but the sect leader suddenly taught me that martial art a few days ago."

My master and I met each other's eyes and smiled.

Because the fact that the sect leader had taught my master that martial art meant the same as telling him to teach it to me.

"It seems the sect leader is more greedy for this competition than I thought."

"It seems so."

My master immediately began to teach me the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm.

I thought that I would have to focus on learning this in the short time remaining.

To lead this competition, where everyone's expectations are gathered, to victory.

(End of Chapter)