The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 193

The first day of the Taoist-Buddhist Great War, which had been very successful, passed, and the second day dawned.

Senior Brother Un Cheol, who had woken up early in the morning, asked me, "Are we going to have five spars today too?"

"I don't know for sure, but wouldn't that be the case?"

"My turn is tenth... so anyway, I'll be having a spar today."

Although he had seen his other senior brothers have their spars, it seemed that now that it was his turn to fight, it was only now sinking in.

"Yesterday, it seemed our individual skills were overwhelming, right?"

"It seemed so. That's why I'm more worried."

"Why?"

"If everyone else does well and only I do poorly, won't it be more noticeable? I saw Un Jo last night, and he was about to die. Saying that he was the only loser of yesterday."

While saying that, Senior Brother Un Cheol chuckled.

It seemed that he found it funny that Senior Brother Un Jo, who had fought on par with the best rising star of the same generation from Shaolin and had narrowly lost, had become the only loser.

"To be honest, I never thought we would be this strong."

Senior Brother Un Cheol stopped laughing and said with a serious expression.

"Why? We've gained a lot of practical experience while wandering the martial world with me, right? Seeing that you've survived well even after going through such things, doesn't that mean you're also quite strong, senior brother?"

"That's true, but... what we faced was, what should I say. It wasn't like we faced a large sect from the unorthodox faction, or a named martial artist, but it felt like we were just facing some common ruffians."

I almost let out a hollow laugh, but I barely held it back.

To be honest, the enemies we have faced so far are not that weak.

Because if I, if we had not stepped in, they are people who would have had a large or small negative impact on the martial world someday in the future, and we faced such people.

Perhaps because he had become too strong through training that surpassed common sense and had gone out into the martial world, the enemies felt too weak.

"Anyway. That's not what's important... now that I'm facing the rising stars of Shaolin directly, it's finally sinking in. We... are really strong."

Senior Brother Un Cheol's voice was one that seemed to be lost in some kind of sentiment.

I think I know why Senior Brother Un Cheol is like this.

'Because he was a person who had remained in the Yuyeop Hall without even serving a master because he wanted to make a strong Wudang Sect for everyone.'

If it were a senior brother with that level of quality and martial arts, someone among the senior uncles or grand uncles should have taken him long ago.

But, because of a promise he had made with Senior Brother Un Jihak a long time ago, they both remained in the Yuyeop Hall.

And although it was thanks to me, when he compared himself directly with the Shaolin monks, he must have felt that he had achieved that promise to some extent.

"No. We're still far from it."

"Huh?"

So I said in an even more firm voice.

"We didn't start with the intention of stopping at just this level, did we? No matter how great our opponents are, they are still just rising stars. Even in the Shaolin Temple, there are so many masters of the Yeong generation, the Mu generation, and each generation, and how many more masters would there be in this Central Plains? It means that we are really just at the beginning stage now."

At my nagging, Senior Brother Un Cheol smiled.

It feels as if he had deliberately said that because he wanted to hear a word from me.

"Yes. You're right. It's only just the beginning... I was unnecessarily lost in sentiment. For now, winning today's spar is the most important thing, right?"

"Yes. Senior brother, you don't need to look too far ahead. Since I will be the one to look far ahead and set the path, you just break down the tasks in front of you one by one."

"Yes. Thank you always."

"What's there to thank me for?"

At that point, the other senior brothers also got up and began to prepare to go out, so our conversation naturally ended.

When I look closely, only Senior Brother Un Jeong's expression is good, and Senior Brother Un Sik's or Senior Brother Un Mi's expressions are very bad.

That's understandable, because Senior Brother Un Jeong has already had his spar and won, and Senior Brother Un Sik and Senior Brother Un Mi are facing the group match.

"If I had known it would be like this, it would have been better not to be selected... I can't even eat properly."

"I also couldn't sleep a wink. I didn't know I would be this nervous."

Since the two of them had similar feelings, it seemed they were relieving that tension by talking to each other, so I didn't bother to say anything more to the two of them.

As time passed like that, the time for the second day's spar approached.

***

"The winner of the tenth match is... Un Cheol of the Wudang Sect!"

"......"

"......"

Ok Hang-jin-in, who was in charge of the competition today as well as yesterday, declared the victory of Un Cheol of the Wudang Sect.

But even though the winner was declared, the spar stage was surprisingly quiet.

"We will stop here for today, and the remaining three spars will continue tomorrow."

Senior Uncle Ok Hang, after saying the words to tidy up the venue, went down from the spar stage.

Today, five spars were held, and the result was shocking.

Just like yesterday, four wins and one loss.

In the first spar of today, a Shaolin monk won, and it seemed that the Shaolin Temple was showing the ability it had hidden, but our Wudang Sect won the next four in a row.

If you add up the scores so far, we have achieved an unbelievable score of eight to two.

That's why the atmosphere is so quiet.

If we had exchanged blows with each other in a similar way, the atmosphere would have rather heated up, but we showed an overwhelming appearance.

We, who are winning, can't make a fuss because we are conscious of the Shaolin monks.

And it may be natural that the Shaolin monks can't say anything because they are losing.

"Hmm-hmm... let's get up now."

In the midst of that, the great master Gak-il had an indifferent face.

Although he should have been shocked, he got up, dusting off his bottom as if it were no big deal.

"I understand, Abbot."

Perhaps thanks to his attitude, the Shaolin monks, who had been staring at the training ground in a daze, came to their senses and got up from their seats.

The great master Gak-il, with an expressionless face to the end, led the Shaolin monks and went down to their lodgings.

"The atmosphere is not good. This is the first time this has happened, so I don't know what to do."

At that time, my master, who had been watching the spar with me, came to my side and said.

Although he is a master who I train with every night, I am happy every time I see his face like this.

"Last time, you said the Wudang Sect was overwhelmingly defeated like this, right? What did you do then?"

"Hmm-hmm... at that time, we went to Shaolin, and of course, we were quiet as a mouse from the first day and then quietly returned to Wudang."

"Then wouldn't the Shaolin monks do the same? They'll be quiet and then quietly go back."

At my words, my master let out a small laugh.

If you're uncomfortable even if you win, and uncomfortable even if you lose, it's much better to win first and then think about it.

My master can also laugh like that because we are winning overwhelmingly.

"Senior Uncle. It's been a long time."

"Un Gwang. It seems like it's been a really long time since we've seen each other's faces like this."

At that time, Un Gwang came between us and greeted my master.

"Yes. I was also busy with training, and it seems it's because you don't come out to the Yuyeop Hall side much, Senior Uncle."

"It's because I'm not the type to go out much. Did you come to see Hwi?"

"That's right."

"Then I'll be going, so you two talk comfortably. Hwi-ya. I'll see you up there later."

"Yes, master."

My master turned his back and left the great training ground, and Un Gwang said to me, "Hwi-ya. Would you mind helping us for a moment?"

"Why? Is there something I have to do?"

"Yes. Since you also have a spar tomorrow, you don't have to do it if you're busy... but I'm gathering the stronger junior brothers."

"Gathering? Why?"

"I want to have a virtual group match once. It's not easy to gather eighteen skilled people, excluding the personnel who are participating in the group match."

Un Gwang said with a very serious attitude.

It seems he is thinking of winning the group match tomorrow.

Well, if we win just one more time, we will be the final winner of this Taoist-Buddhist Great War.

For the first time in the long history of the Taoist-Buddhist Great War, the victory of the Wudang Sect may come.

"Alright. Well. It's not difficult. Should I just face them with all my might?"

"Uh... no. Rather than with all your might, with about the strength that the Shaolin monks have? So I called all the junior brothers who could be called from among those who participated in the individual match this time. Un Hwang also agreed to help."

"Really? It's surprising that Senior Brother Un Hwang is also participating in something like this."

"He must be thinking that he wants our Wudang to win that much."

All the disciples of the Wudang Sect must be of one mind and one will now.

Although I have to train the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm even a little more, if I can be of help, it seems it wouldn't be bad to join in for a moment and face them.

Because regardless of whether we win this competition or not, if our overall strength increases like this, it will definitely be a good thing for our Wudang Sect.

***

Meanwhile, the lodgings where the Shaolin monks were staying.

Although the place had changed, according to the words of the great master Gak-il that what they do should not change, the Shaolin monks chanted and offered offerings when the time came.

Today, as well, after watching the spar, Monk Mu Seong approached the great master Gak-il, who was chanting, and asked carefully, "Abbot. Shouldn't we come up with some kind of countermeasure?"

"A countermeasure?"

"Yes. At this rate, if we lose just one more spar, we will lose the Buddhist-Taoist Great War."

"Hoho... what kind of countermeasure are you going to come up with? Is there a way?"

"That's..."

The great master Gak-il, looking at the great master Mu Seong who could not answer, smiled and said, "Mu Seong. The competition is not over yet. There is still tomorrow, isn't there? I'm not that worried. What are you so worried about?"

That's right. As the great master Gak-il said, the competition was not over yet.

"It will just flow as it flows. And even if we lose this time... is that such a problem?"

"Until now, our Shaolin has never lost, has it? So..."

"So. Is that such a problem?"

"......"

Mu Seong closed his mouth.

Although the great master Gak-il spoke calmly, it was because he felt a sense of reprimand in his voice.

"If you put it that way, was the Wudang Sect always a problematic sect until now?"

"... No."

"Yes. We just lose in a spar competition. It's not a place to prove that one side is superior and the other is inferior because of the result of this competition. Since you must have seen all the spars, think about it once. Did our disciples who lost in the spar this time have a spar where they would lose to the disciples of Wudang all ten times if they fought ten times?"

"No. It was a difference in skill where they were on par, to the point where they would win at least three or four times if they fought ten times."

"That's it. Never forget the original purpose of the Buddhist-Taoist Great War."

"The original purpose..."

Mu Seong vaguely felt what the great master Gak-il was trying to say.

Because in the first place, the reason the two sects had an exchange match was just to take this competition as an opportunity to train even more diligently.

Although there is no grand reason, and nothing changes greatly... it can be said to be the most fundamental reason.

"So let's just relax and see the results tomorrow. To be honest, I know your heart. Even I, who am saying this, might find it difficult to maintain my composure as I am now if our Eighteen Arhat Formation is broken, or if Yeong Hwan loses to Unhwi."

"I understand, Abbot."

"And we have 'that child', don't we?"

"Ah... do you mean Il-won?"

"Yes. I don't think that child will lose."

He said that and let out a small laugh.

And he thought.

'The Arhat Formation is invincible... Shaolin will not lose so easily.'

(End of Chapter)