The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 191

The Shaolin monks lined up in their designated seats next to us, and the high monks went to the VIP seats and sat down naturally.

Then, our senior uncles, grand uncles, and even our sect leader entered the training ground, and the atmosphere began to ripen in earnest.

The sect leader, as the host of this competition, went up to the platform and gave some kind of instructional speech, but there was no way the content would enter my ears.

Because even though there was a slight distance between where the Shaolin monks were standing and where I was standing, I could feel their fighting spirit and momentum on my skin.

“……. So I hope this becomes a competition where everyone can develop together.”

After the sect leader's long speech ended, the sect leader also sat down.

Then, naturally, Senior Uncle Ok Hang came forward.

Because it was Senior Uncle Ok Hang who was in charge of proceeding with and being responsible for this competition.

“Representatives of both sides, come forward.”

When the senior uncle spoke, from our side, Un Gwang.

And from the Shaolin side, Monk Il-jik came forward.

In fact, since I thought Monk Yeong Hwan would come forward as the representative, I glanced over and looked at where Monk Yeong Hwan was, but he was looking straight ahead with no movement in his expression.

In fact, since he was in a position where he had participated in a competition where only the youngest generation should have come out, as if he were forcing it, it seems he is trying to be here as a truly ordinary participant, excluding all things like being a representative.

That face that is immersed in this situation.

And that attitude of concentrating on his own fight, although I don't know when it will be, makes me boil up for no reason.

‘It’s good that my opponent is decided.’

I can focus solely on my fight without wasting mental energy worrying about who I have to fight.

Of course, the biggest problem is that the opponent is Monk Yeong Hwan.

“Representatives, please submit the lists you have each prepared.”

Senior Uncle Ok Hang received a piece of paper from Monk Il-jik and Un Gwang.

On it, the order of the entry list that they had each decided on was set.

According to that order, the opponent to fight against is randomly decided.

Although it is clear that all the personnel selected as participants will be strong, since there will surely be stronger and weaker people among them, they must submit a list according to their strategy, whether to put the strong ones at the front or the weak ones at the front.

“Wait.”

Just before Senior Uncle Ok Hang confirmed the list, a low voice was heard from the VIP seat side.

When everyone looked there, the abbot of Shaolin, the great master Gak-il, stood up slightly from his seat and continued, “I have a suggestion I’d like to make, would that be alright?”

“Of course. Please speak.”

“Originally, the end of the Taoist-Buddhist Great War was always a group match. As far as I know, today’s competition is also like that, is that correct?”

“Yes. We were planning to do it that way, following the usual method.”

“But isn’t there one thing that is different about today’s competition from usual? It is that besides the Il generation children, there is one Yeong generation child mixed in.”

I, and everyone here, understood his words at once.

He must be talking about Monk Yeong Hwan.

“So, the method of having the individual matches first and the group match later will be maintained as it is… but how about we postpone the spar between Yeong Hwan and Unhwi of the Wudang Sect to the very end?”

The sect leader and Senior Uncle Ok Hang, after thinking for a moment after hearing the great master Gak-il's suggestion, nodded their heads at the same time.

It seemed they thought it was not a bad method.

The spar with Monk Yeong Hwan is, in a way, a very disadvantageous spar for me.

Therefore, it seems they are trying to relieve that burden by placing it at the very end.

Because I heard that the victory or defeat is usually decided before the last match.

“Alright. Let’s do that.”

“Understood. Then we will proceed with the thought of postponing Yeong Hwan and Unhwi to the very back of this list.”

“Thank you for listening to my words.”

“Not at all.”

As if the great master Gak-il sitting down again was a signal, the surrounding atmosphere began to cool down rapidly again.

It seems everyone is now realizing that the Taoist-Buddhist Great War is really starting.

“Then both sides, please go down to the waiting area.”

Following Senior Uncle Ok Hang's words, we went down below the spar stage.

After the unselected senior brothers, who had decided to help with the progress of the competition for a while, jumped up onto the training ground and cleaned up the surroundings.

Senior Uncle Ok Hang announced the start of the Taoist-Buddhist Great War.

And he called out the first names of both sides.

“Un Jeong of the Wudang Sect. Monk Il-yeong of the Shaolin Temple, please come up to the training stage.”

Senior Brother Un Jeong, as if he had known in advance that his name would be called first, walked out with a serious face without being greatly flustered.

Senior Brother Un Jeong's opponent is Monk Il-yeong.

He is a monk who is deeply engraved in my memory because he was very good to me when I went to Shaolin.

At that time, I thought he had a gentle and soft impression, but now that I see him, he has become a completely different person.

Muscular muscles are stuck all over his body, and the thickness of his forearms has become as thick as an average man's thigh.

‘What… so scary… why has everyone changed so much.’

Everyone must have really trained with blood and tears. To be honest, I thought our senior brothers could win against the Shaolin monks more easily than I thought, but I had the thought that it probably wouldn't be easy.

‘But we can take the first match. Because Senior Brother Un Jeong’s skills have literally improved by leaps and bounds.’

Senior Brother Un Jeong has achieved truly amazing growth since the incident at the Shi-yue Pavilion.

Excluding me, I thought that the person with the most outstanding qualities in our room was of course Senior Brother Un Cheol, but I came to think that again.

To the extent that I had the thought that if the two of them were the same age or had trained for the same amount of time, Senior Brother Un Jeong might be a little ahead.

“I look forward to a good match.”

“I look forward to a good match.”

The two of them came up to the training ground and put their palms together, looking at each other.

The appearance of Senior Brother Un Jeong, who doesn't seem to gain much muscle on the outside even with all that training, and Monk Il-yeong, who is incredibly muscular in contrast, is contrasted.

The fight began naturally.

Senior Brother Un Jeong's wooden sword and Monk Il-yeong's staff clashed strongly.

In my memory, Monk Il-yeong didn't learn a separate weapon and fought with his fists and feet, but it seems he has learned the staff technique in the meantime.

Even though it hasn't been long since he learned it, his proficiency is quite good, and the two of them clashed their weapons without rest.

In terms of internal energy and strength, Monk Il-yeong seems to be one step ahead, and what was a tense balance at first, at some point, became a form where Senior Brother Un Jeong was blocking and Monk Il-yeong was attacking.

Finally, Monk Il-yeong's staff brushed past Senior Brother Un Jeong's shoulder.

Even watching from this distance, I can feel that the force is not light.

I engraved Monk Il-yeong's movements, one by one, in my head.

Although there is a fundamental difference in the weapons, the staff is a weapon for stabbing and swinging. Although it is a long weapon, it means that in the end, it is not that different from stabbing and cutting with a sword.

In that movement, it seemed that elements that could further develop my sword were coming into my eyes, even if only a little.

At that time, Senior Brother Un Jeong suddenly sits down on the floor.

Monk Il-yeong's staff, which he had swung with determination, cut through the air, and through the very small gap created by it, Senior Brother Un Jeong squeezed his body in and closed the distance with Monk Il-yeong.

If Monk Il-yeong were a martial artist who usually uses a staff, it could be said to be a very wise judgment.

Because due to the nature of the long weapon, the staff, it becomes useless if the enemy comes within a certain distance.

But, the opponent is a Shaolin monk.

And he is a Shaolin monk who had mainly performed fist and foot techniques until a few years ago.

As if he had expected Senior Brother Un Jeong to come in, Monk Il-yeong's leg, which was raised at a slightly strange angle, struck Senior Brother Un Jeong's solar plexus.

My senior brother, who was hit in the chest, flew backward and rolled on the ground a couple of times.

“Huh?”

But the one who was surprised was not Senior Brother Un Jeong, but rather Monk Il-yeong.

Senior Brother Un Jeong, while rolling backward, very naturally raised his arm to the side of his ear and stood up as if nothing had happened.

If it weren't for the crumpled and white stone powder-covered martial arts uniform, it would be to the point where one could not even think that Senior Brother Un Jeong was a person who had been hit.

“Are you alright? I kicked with quite a bit of force.”

“I’m fine.”

Senior Brother Un Jeong answered and frowned slightly.

It seemed he didn't like the leisure of Monk Il-yeong, who was worrying about his opponent.

Although he was hit quite hard a little while ago, that much is not enough to knock down Senior Brother Un Jeong.

‘How much did I build up my senior brothers’ endurance in the past.’

With just that much of a hit, he probably wouldn't even feel like he was hit.

I have built up my senior brothers' endurance for moments like this.

It's not just that I beat them because they didn't listen, beat them because I didn't like them, and beat them because I was in a bad mood.

“I have seen enough of Shaolin’s staff technique.”

“Seen?”

“Now I will show you Wudang’s sword technique.”

As soon as Senior Brother Un Jeong's words ended, he kicked off the ground hard and rushed at Monk Il-yeong.

It was not a lightness skill to approach quickly, but a powerful step to put the force of kicking off the ground into the weapon.

Senior Brother Un Jeong, unlike his delicate appearance, uses a strong sword.

It was the same this time.

The sword, which had properly shifted its center of gravity to the repulsive force created by stomping the ground, was surprisingly heavy.

Perhaps if he develops just a little more from that level, he might be able to master the mystery of using four taels to move a thousand catties.

Although Monk Il-yeong blocked Senior Brother Un Jeong's sword by holding his staff vertically, his body shook greatly and he tilted a little to the side.

Senior Brother Un Jeong, this time again, squeezed through that gap and flew his body to approach Monk Il-yeong.

A situation that might look similar to a little while ago at a glance.

But, Senior Brother Un Jeong, who had experienced the kick just now, chose a similar but different method.

The moment Monk Il-yeong reflexively raised his leg, he turned in the direction of the supporting foot that was firmly planted on the ground and moved.

At that moment, Senior Brother Un Jeong's wooden sword is embedded in Monk Il-yeong's side.

Pain and astonishment appeared in Monk Il-yeong's eyes, and he fell to the side.

Even just looking at it from a distance, it was a considerably strong blow.

To the point where I was worried about Monk Il-yeong for no reason.

Senior Brother Un Jeong's wooden sword did not stop in that situation.

My senior brother's sword, which flew through the air as naturally as flowing water, flew straight towards Monk Il-yeong's head.

Fortunately, my senior brother stopped the sword just before it reached his head.

The wind created by that sword brushed past Monk Il-yeong's face.

If he had had hair, it would have flown wildly.

“……. I have lost.”

Monk Il-yeong, who had accepted the situation, declared his defeat in a low voice.

Senior Brother Un Jeong extended his hand to Monk Il-yeong, and he took my senior brother's hand and stood up.

“Thank you for not delivering the final blow.”

“Because we are having a spar, not trying to knock down our opponent.”

While the two were talking warmly, Senior Uncle Ok Hang declared, “The winner of the first match is Un Jeong of the Wudang Sect!”

The senior uncles made a pleased expression.

As if they had not expected us to win from the beginning, it is an expression as if they have received an unexpected gift.

In contrast, the expressions of the Shaolin monks show no movement.

It is an expression that seems to feel what immovable mind is.

“Then we will proceed with the second match right away. Un Hwang of the Wudang Sect. And Monk Il-gyu of the Shaolin Temple, please come up to the training stage.”

Senior Brother Un Jeong, with a triumphant expression, returned to the waiting area and sat down.

Seeing that expression, I wanted to tease him for some reason, but since he did well today, I thought I should just leave him alone.

(End of Chapter)