The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 192

Without a moment to congratulate Senior Brother Un Jeong or do anything else, the next match began immediately.

There is no need to be too happy about my senior brother's victory.

Because thirty people from each sect have to face each other, and among them, only one has won.

Even considering that many people have a spar at once in the group match, it is only one of thirteen matches.

So you shouldn't get too excited.

While I was thinking about this, Senior Brother Un Hwang was continuously pushing the Shaolin monk.

It was a divine presence worthy of Senior Brother Un Hwang, who had been recognized for his qualities early on and had left the Yuyeop Hall to find a master.

Although I don't know who the Shaolin monk, Monk Il-gyu, is because he didn't have much of a presence, his basic skills are surprisingly solid and his body is also well-made.

'But we'll take this match too. The skill difference is too great.'

But it is no match for Senior Brother Un Hwang's skills.

Although he is trying hard to follow Senior Brother Un Hwang's sword, it is because there are already quite a few attacks that he has not been able to block and has allowed.

If it had been a real sword and not a wooden sword, he would have been seriously injured long ago.

"The winner of the second match is Un Hwang of the Wudang Sect!"

Not long after, as I had expected, Senior Brother Un Hwang was able to win with ease.

With this, our Wudang Sect has already secured two wins.

My senior uncles are unable to hide their happy expressions and are twitching their lips.

It seems they think that this time, they can ride this atmosphere and win the Taoist-Buddhist Great War.

'Is Monk Il-jik in the group match by any chance?'

I, wondering if it was possible, looked in the direction where Monk Il-jik was sitting.

But coincidentally, Monk Il-jik also turned his head towards me and our eyes met.

He smiled at me.

Just then.

"We will now begin the third spar. Un Jo of the Wudang Sect. And Monk Il-jik of the Shaolin Temple, please come up to the training stage!"

Monk Il-jik's smile seemed to want to say that it was his turn this time.

He got up from his seat and went up to the spar stage with a dignified gait.

'I want to have a match with the current Monk Il-jik too.'

The moment I saw him, a competitive spirit instinctively welled up.

Monk Il-jik is one of the most talented among the Il generation, and he is also the successor of the Shaolin Five Fists, which is a sublime martial art of Shaolin.

Although it is certain that he has developed tremendously compared to that time, I had the desire to experience and face him with my own body.

"I look forward to a good match."

"I look forward to a good match."

As Senior Brother Un Jo and Monk Il-jik faced each other, they looked quite good together.

Since they were both tall and large, they made one have the illusion that the spar stage was full.

Monk Il-jik took the first attack. His leg suddenly shot out as if it had popped out.

Although it was a leg technique that came out without any preparation, it had already formed its form and shape.

It meant that the level of his leg technique was already considerable.

But Senior Brother Un Jo did not avoid that leg.

As if he had already known that Monk Il-jik would come out like this.

He, while rotating his leg to the side, blocked Monk Il-jik's leg.

Senior Brother Un Jo is of course a swordsman who mainly uses a sword.

Of course, if he fights with a leg technique, it is natural that he is no match for Monk Il-jik.

But it is sufficiently possible to stop the leg technique for a very short time and create a gap for the sword to squeeze in.

The wooden sword that stabs in at a speed like a ray of light in the moment that Monk Il-jik flinches for a very short time.

My eyes seem to be wide open at Senior Brother Un Jo's sensational response.

The moment the sword is about to be embedded in his body.

Monk Il-jik swung his hand and barely struck the sword with the side of his hand, changing its trajectory.

Thanks to that, the sword brushes past his torso by a finger's breadth.

In this case, it can be said that the martial artist who uses fist and leg techniques is in a much more advantageous situation.

Because a swordsman has to retrieve his sword to perform a follow-up attack, but Monk Il-jik still has his left hand, which is not being used.

Monk Il-jik, with his left hand, performed the Tiger Fist among the Shaolin Five Fists and stretched it out at the shortest distance.

The moment the power, like the forepaw of a tiger pouncing, was about to swallow Senior Brother Un Jo.

Senior Brother Un Jo, who seemed to have difficulty moving, barely kicked off the ground and dodged backward, and Monk Il-jik's left hand cut through the air.

'How?'

I, unable to understand this situation, opened my eyes wide and looked again.

Because Senior Brother Un Jo was in a situation where he could not possibly move earlier.

But the sound that would solve my question was heard soon after.

That sound is the sound of Senior Brother Un Jo's wooden sword falling on the spar stage.

Senior Brother Un Jo had thrown away his sword and only pulled his body back.

Although I will have to think about how to fight from now on, for now, my senior brother took the stance of the Taiji Palm Technique.

It was a gesture as if he were protesting that Wudang did not only have sword techniques.

"......"

Monk Il-jik, for a moment, silently looked back and forth between Senior Brother Un Jo and the fallen wooden sword, then he picked up the wooden sword and handed it to Senior Brother Un Jo.

Since his opponent had suddenly picked up his weapon, I could feel that Senior Brother Un Jo was flustered, but my senior brother soon accepted the wooden sword.

"I know well that you have to use a real sword to show your true strength. Please do not misunderstand that I am looking down on you and picking up your weapon."

"Thank you."

Senior Brother Un Jo bowed his head slightly and held the wooden sword straight.

It is a very beautiful sight.

Because it is a sight of them respecting each other as martial artists, regardless of victory or defeat.

"I will go in again."

"Alright."

This time, Senior Brother Un Jo started the attack first.

The technique he performed was the Seven Star Sword Technique, which I had also learned.

The sight of him stabbing in while occupying the seven directions is very skillful.

It feels as if I can feel the bloody effort of the past.

Monk Il-jik also does not seem to have any intention of avoiding this attack.

The internal energy that is gathering in both his hands proves that.

As I thought, Monk Il-jik performs the Dragon Fist among the Shaolin Five Fists and clashes with the Seven Star Sword Technique.

The two martial arts clash with each other, and a huge sound of breaking air, which would never come out in a spar between mere rising stars, rings out.

And the offense and defense that are exchanged without rest.

Monk Il-jik, the Shaolin Five Fists Leopard Fist.

Senior Brother Un Jo performed the Supreme Clear Sword Technique and persistently aimed at each other.

The fight between the fast sword and the fast fist continued frantically for a long time...

As if a taut string had been cut, in the end, one person could not withstand the force and was pushed back.

It is Senior Brother Un Jo.

My senior brother's expression is one of complete failure.

Although the others did not feel it, I seemed to know what Senior Brother Un Jo was thinking.

'It must be the illusion that he is fighting a stone Buddha.'

No matter how much he hit, it seemed he could not find a way to break that hard body.

Seeing that his arms and legs were trembling slightly, it was a sight as if he had already squeezed out all the strength he could.

"I will stop here. It is my defeat."

In the end, Senior Brother Un Jo declared his defeat.

Although he lost, it was still a very good spar.

As far as I know, Monk Il-jik is the martial artist who is leading the way among the Il generation.

So Senior Brother Un Jo does not need to feel wronged for losing.

Because the fact that he can fight almost on par with the most promising rising star of Shaolin, which is the number one sect of the orthodox faction, means that he also has considerable qualities.

'Then the remaining spars might be easier than I thought.'

I thought that and now I thought I could watch the spar with a little more peace of mind.

Although it is a fact that Senior Brother Un Jo is on the strong side among us, if you ask if he is the strongest, I can answer that he is not.

Because objectively, it is a fact that Senior Brother Un Cheol or Senior Brother Un Gak are stronger than Senior Brother Un Jo.

Since Monk Il-jik, who is the strongest in the Il generation, has similar skills to Senior Brother Un Jo, it would be safe to say that the victory of Senior Brother Un Cheol and Senior Brother Un Gak is a foregone conclusion.

'The spars are ending faster than I thought.'

As far as I know, my spar is the day after tomorrow.

As I realized that our senior brothers were overwhelmingly stronger than the Shaolin monks, I began to lose a little interest in the spar competition itself.

'Yes. The spars of my senior brothers are not important. Whether we win the Taoist-Buddhist Great War or not, I will just try to defeat Monk Yeong Hwan.'

I, while continuing to watch the spar tournament with my eyes, began to sink deeper into myself.

***

The first day of the exchange match between the two sects ended.

The number of spars that were held today was only five.

But an upset occurred.

In those five spars, Shaolin had only won once.

The sect leader and the elders of the Wudang Sect were very happy about that fact, but they could not show their happy expressions in a place where there were other people.

In the first place, if they had done so in a place where the Shaolin monks were watching, it would have been a great discourtesy in its own way, and they were also worried that if they did so in a place where the disciples were watching, the disciples might get ahead of themselves and ruin the remaining two days of the competition.

So they gathered at the Supreme Azure Palace late at night.

And it was not that they all gathered, but only a few of the Ok generation martial artists gathered in secret.

"Sect Leader. Has there ever been a time when we have won so overwhelmingly in the Taoist-Buddhist Great Wars until now?"

"There hasn't. There has never been a single time."

"As far as I remember, we won a total of four times in the last competition. It means that it is the same number as the victory we obtained in just one day today."

"I thought the Un generation disciples were training unusually, but it seems all of that was meaningful. It's amazing. It's really amazing."

In a place where they were by themselves, they all did not hide their excitement.

Although they are Taoists who are cultivating the Tao and striving to ascend to the immortal realm, they are still humans who have not escaped the shackles of humanity.

They are also people who feel joy and sorrow, and a sense of defeat, just the same.

"By the way... at this rate, aren't we really going to win this Taoist-Buddhist Great War?"

"Maybe so. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We have to maintain our composure in front of the disciples until the end. Because if we get excited, the disciples might become complacent, and because of that complacency, we might lose. And don't you know that there is still a group match left? No matter how outstanding the individual abilities are, we should not look down on the Eighteen Arhat Formation."

"That's right. And isn't the last spar a spar between Unhwi and Yeong Hwan? I heard that Yeong Hwan has already surpassed the skills of the Mu generation monks. It is too early to be happy."

At the words of a few Taoists, the Ok generation Taoists were finally able to regain their composure.

Although they did so well on the first day, their opponent is none other than the Shaolin Temple.

Because they know their potential better than anyone else, they also know well that this competition is not over yet.

"Actually, I have a separate reason for calling you."

"Yes. Please speak, Sect Leader."

At that time, the sect leader of the Wudang Sect, Ok Mu-jin-in, spoke, and everyone looked at him.

"Of course, I don't think there will be anyone like that... but even if Unhwi loses to Yeong Hwan, you should never say anything to that child. If you think about it, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the influence of Unhwi was not small in the fact that the Un generation disciples could develop this much. So regardless of the result of this competition... please promise to only say good things."

"I understand, Sect Leader."

"I thought that was a matter of course."

"After this competition is over, I am also thinking of paying a little more attention to the Un generation children."

The other Ok generation Taoists answered immediately without thinking.

At that sight, Ok Mu-jin-in smiled.

He couldn't even gauge how long it had been since he had felt that the Wudang Sect was united like this.

(End of Chapter)