The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 194

In the end, I couldn't even do my own training properly.

Because I spent the whole day helping the senior brothers who were participating in the group match with their training.

As we trained together, we also discussed the weaknesses and strengths of the formation, and we also practiced the results of our discussions and experimented, thereby increasing the completeness of the formation.

'Maybe we can win with this...?'

As we repeated our training, our happy circuits began to turn.

The Taoist-Buddhist Great War is already showing a huge gap of eight to two, and the content of the spars was also mostly overwhelming victories.

Moreover, even though the strong players who participated in the individual matches gathered and faced them, the senior brothers who were selected for the group match did not win even once, so it is inevitable that everyone is increasingly taking victory for granted.

'If it goes on like this, we will really win the Taoist-Buddhist Great War...!'

'Just one more win. Just one more win...!'

Although everyone is not saying this directly, for some reason, it was to the point where I had the illusion that I could hear their voices.

"Let's just put in a little more effort. Unhwi-ya. Now you can go in. Un Mak. You also help us with our training only up to here."

"Why? I want to help a little more."

When Senior Brother Un Gwang spoke as if he were giving an order, Senior Brother Un Mak asked back.

Senior Brother Un Mak is the most skilled senior brother in the sixth room, and he is even more of a senior brother than Senior Brother Un Cheol.

"Because your spar is the first spar tomorrow. Don't waste your energy here, and prepare for tomorrow. Unhwi, you too. You have the last spar, right?"

I answered that I understood and was about to go to my master's room to organize my martial arts for the last time, but Senior Brother Un Mak kept adding words.

"That's true, but I'm only one point. Since the group match is worth as many as five points, isn't it better to focus a little more on that?"

"No. Your spar is also very important. If you win, we will win this Taoist-Buddhist Great War regardless of the result of our and Unhwi's spar. So your role can be said to be the most important."

Although Senior Brother Un Gwang spoke seriously, Senior Brother Un Mak shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since the great senior brother says so, I'll go in for now... but isn't our victory a foregone conclusion anyway? Seeing the skills of the Shaolin monks this time, I think I can also win without any trouble."

Senior Brother Un Mak's skills, to be frank, can be said to be about the level of Senior Brother Un Hwang.

But since Senior Brother Un Hwang had won the spar so easily, it seemed he was thinking that he could also win like that.

"But never be careless. It could have been a coincidence that the one who faced Hwang was the weakest monk. No one knows the skill of the opponent you will fight."

"I understand. I will follow the great senior brother's words."

Although Senior Brother Un Mak said he would follow Un Gwang's words, he was showing too much that he didn't like it.

I was about to say something, but Un Gwang glanced at me and shook his head.

It means not to do anything.

Before the Taoist-Buddhist Great War began, Un Gwang had gathered all our senior and junior brothers and said, 'Until this competition is over, let's not say anything to each other and respect each other's will. We might get intimidated and not be able to show our skills properly, right? So let's postpone the scolding until after our competition is over.'

For some reason, it feels like I can hear that voice in my ear.

In fact, although I am also the type who doesn't listen well, this time I decided to do as Un Gwang wanted and sent Un Mak away.

'Yes. He is a senior brother with good skills. But as his skills grew... his attitude also grew with it? I'll have to deal with him someday.'

I thought as I glanced at Senior Brother Un Mak's back.

I don't know if it's because he broke the atmosphere between our senior and junior brothers, or if it's because he looked down on Un Gwang and talked back to him, but for some reason, I didn't like him.

***

And the next day. The last day's spar began.

"Ugh...!"

Senior Brother Un Mak didn't need me to deal with him.

Because since the spar began, he has been getting beaten up without any grace until now, which has been quite a long time.

And it's not just getting beaten up, but getting beaten up one-sidedly.

Although he occasionally counterattacks, his sword did not even go near the Shaolin monk.

The Buddhist name of the Shaolin monk who is facing Senior Brother Un Mak now was said to be Il-won.

'Il-won? It's the first time I've heard that Buddhist name... is he that strong?'

His strength, speed, and technique were on a different level from the Shaolin monks I had seen so far.

He even seems to be stronger than Monk Il-jik.

Although I knew for sure that Monk Il-jik was the strongest among the Il generation monks, I don't know where that person named Monk Il-won suddenly appeared from.

'When I went to Shaolin, it wasn't that he had no presence... it seems he wasn't even there at all.'

He has very sharp eyes and thick lips.

Such an impressive face is a face that you can't easily forget once you see it.

But the fact that he is not in my memory is one of two things.

Either he had not yet entered the Shaolin Temple when I went to Shaolin, or a monk who was training outside of the Shaolin Temple due to special circumstances had returned to the Shaolin Temple.

'Il-won... Il-won. It's a name that is not in my memory.'

If he had such outstanding qualities, he should have made a name for himself in his previous life as well, but since it was the first time I had seen his nickname or face, I was a little flustered.

Even while I was thinking, Monk Il-won was relentlessly swinging his fists and hitting various parts of Senior Brother Un Mak.

Although Senior Brother Un Mak tried to raise his arms to block or dodge, and tried to twist his body, what came back was just more fists.

'The way he uses his fists like that... it's definitely not the Shaolin way.'

His fist-fighting, which seems to have been seen somewhere.

Even while I was trying hard to remember where I had seen it and who I had seen, Senior Brother Un Mak was being beaten up coolly.

When I thought that he could no longer even counterattack properly.

Perhaps because he had been hit mainly on the lower body, at some point, Senior Brother Un Mak's legs gave way and he sat down, and thanks to that, Monk Il-won's roundhouse kick, which was aimed at Senior Brother Un Mak's waist, was accurately aimed at my senior brother's head.

'It's dangerous!'

I shouted inside.

If that leg, which has such a tremendous force, hits Senior Brother Un Mak's head... even if he is a martial artist, he could suffer a serious head injury.

Although I had hoped that he would get what he deserved because of his attitude yesterday, it's not to that extent.

The moment I, at the terrible sight, stood up from my seat without my realizing it.

Monk Il-won's foot stopped right in front of Senior Brother Un Mak's temple, and due to the wind pressure created by it, Senior Brother Un Mak's body staggered.

It is truly an overwhelming difference.

Senior Uncle Ok Hang's figure, who had been performing a lightness skill at a tremendous speed to stop the fight between the two, slowed down on the training stage, and he hurriedly declared Senior Brother Un Mak's defeat.

"The winner is Il-won of the Shaolin Temple!"

Monk Il-won, after putting his palms together once towards our side and once towards the Shaolin Temple's side, went down from the spar stage and sat down in his seat.

When he put his palms together while looking at our side a little while ago, it seems he was staring at me... but I decided to think it was my illusion.

Because Monk Il-won has no need to be conscious of me, and there were several people sitting together in my direction.

"Un Mak. Can you get up?"

"Yes... Senior Uncle..."

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I don't think so..."

Senior Brother Un Mak answered in a dejected voice.

Although he had been beaten up one-sidedly like that, he surprisingly got up from his seat easily, which meant that when Monk Il-won hit him, he had hit him with enough leeway not to get hurt.

That also means that he did not use all his strength while facing Senior Brother Un Mak.

'Il-won...? I'll have to remember him.'

I thought that besides Monk Il-jik, there was another person I had to remember.

When I have time later, I'll have to talk to Monk Il-won a little.

"Then we will take a short break... and after we have finished preparing for the group match, we will resume the competition."

Although Senior Uncle Ok Hang said that and went down from the spar stage, this time too, silence lingered in the venue.

But there is something that can be felt with the skin even without saying it.

Now, in the Shaolin Temple's camp, a strange excitement.

And in our camp, it seems a slight anxiety is felt.

'With this, the current score is eight to three. If Shaolin takes the group match... it will be an eight to eight tie.'

If Monk Il-won had barely, and very arduously, won the match just now, everyone would not have been dominated by such thoughts.

But, he was too overwhelming. It was a martial art that made the spectators naturally say, 'As expected of Shaolin!'.

So it seems the Shaolin monks have regained their confidence a little.

The Eighteen Arhat Formation is their pride and the field they are most confident in.

It seemed that the belief that the Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Arhat Formation could not possibly lose was beginning to well up again.

"If both sides are ready, we will now begin the group match. The representatives of both sides, please come up to the spar stage."

As soon as Senior Uncle Ok Hang's words ended, from both sides, eighteen people each.

A large number of people, a total of thirty-six, went up to the spar stage.

Although so many people went up at once, the spar stage was fortunately so large that it did not feel like there was a lack of space.

"In the group match, both sides must fight with a formation. If it is judged that the formation has already been broken during the spar, I will stop the match without hesitation, so please be careful not to let the formation be broken by the remaining personnel, no matter how many people are left."

"Understood."

"Yes, understood."

At Senior Uncle Ok Hang's words, the participants of the group match all nodded their heads and answered.

It is a rule they already knew.

People who have become unable to fight any longer during the spar must voluntarily go down from the spar stage, and the remaining personnel must protect the formation to the end.

Literally, it is a fight where a formation and a formation clash.

"Both sides, please tell me when you are ready."

And Senior Uncle Ok Hang stepped back a little.

The Un Gwang guy is diligently setting the positions of the other senior brothers, explaining the points to be careful of, and diligently encouraging the other senior brothers.

It seems Un Gwang has also changed a lot after meeting me.

In fact, the Un Gwang of my previous life was not like that.

Although he was the great senior brother of the Wudang Sect, he never came to the forefront and was a person who always followed the opinions of his junior brothers.

To the extent that there were even Taoists who did not think of him as the great senior brother and acted on their own.

But the current Un Gwang is completely different.

He praises the junior brothers who do well, and encourages the junior brothers who do poorly, and is leading the disciples of our Un generation at the very forefront.

'If the Wudang Sect had been like this in my previous life, they would not have been swept away by the Demonic Cult like that.'

In fact, although I told Senior Brother Un Cheol that he shouldn't be satisfied with just this level, and that is also a fact...

I think I can also fully feel that the Wudang Sect has become stronger.

It feels as if my promise to make a strong Wudang Sect has already been fulfilled to some extent.

'But...'

I turned my head and looked at the Shaolin Temple's side.

When I look over there after looking at our senior brothers, the atmosphere is completely different.

To the extent that a hollow laugh comes out at the very strong-looking dignity.

'Although we have become one... the opponent is not good. Of all things, the Eighteen Arhat Formation.'

They look like an unbreakable rock.

In the midst of my anxious feelings, Un Gwang and the representative of Shaolin informed Senior Uncle Ok Hang that they were now ready, and thus the group match began.