The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 196

Even though I was just holding a sword and facing him, I felt the air become heavy.

The heavy air became a heavy wind and brushed past my face.

It seems Monk Yeong Hwan has no intention of going easy on me.

Because this wind is a wind created by the energy that is being emitted from him as he circulates his qi.

In a little while, he will pour out the strong internal energy that is being emitted from his body towards me without holding back.

'Great Master Yeong Hwan's lifelong study is the fist. But he has no intention of closing the distance at all.'

I, while looking at him who had no intention of approaching me even though the spar had already begun, fell into a strange sense of unease.

Originally, when a martial artist who mainly uses fists and kicks faces a swordsman, they should close the distance as much as possible to make it unnatural for the swordsman to use his sword.

But he seems to have no intention of taking any action, as if he is telling me to do whatever I want.

At that moment.

I realized that I had been mistaken.

It was only now that I remembered that it was not just his body that had made Monk Yeong Hwan the best martial artist in Shaolin.

As if a warm and clear energy was being emitted from his body, it suddenly spread to this area.

Although it cannot be said to be very wide, it is an energy that is enough to cover this training ground and more.

Prajna Divine Art.

From the beginning of the spar, he began to show the best of his skills.

'From the beginning, the distance had no meaning at all.'

I realized why he had no intention of closing the distance with me.

In this space filled with the energy of the Prajna Divine Art, distance or interval has no meaning at all.

Because if he throws a punch, the energy of the Prajna Divine Art will hit me through that punch.

I, in an instant, raised my energy and sent that energy to my legs.

Although it was difficult to move as if the surroundings had become water, after circulating my energy once, it became much easier to move.

'The first move wins!'

There is no need to wait for Monk Yeong Hwan to attack.

I kicked off the ground and rushed at him.

Because I judged that now, when he has not yet properly raised the energy of the Prajna Divine Art, is the best time to attack him.

Although I kicked off the ground hard, my body did not shoot forward as I had intended.

The Prajna Divine Art is suppressing my energy. It is an illusion as if I am performing a trick in front of the Buddha.

But, I don't just have internal energy.

I have my body, which has been well-trained with the Dynamic Qigong.

Although the Prajna Divine Art suppresses my energy, it cannot do anything to my body.

As I began to use the strength of my body together, the power of the Prajna Divine Art that was suppressing me feels a little weaker.

I thought that this was the reason why one should train external arts as much as internal arts.

Because sometimes, the simplest physical training can be a way to break through the most complex qi training.

Even though I moved quite freely, Monk Yeong Hwan showed no sign of surprise.

No, rather, as if he had naturally taken into account that I would do this much, he throws a straight punch.

Although the speed was not that fast, it contained a greater force than I had thought.

My face naturally contorts at the pain I feel in my hand.

But, the martial art I have learned is the martial art of the Wudang Sect.

While using the mystery of the Taiji to resolve the impact received by the sword and hand throughout my body, I also recovered some of the internal energy that I had taken from Monk Yeong Hwan with my body.

And I superimposed that recovered energy on my own energy again and attempted a single blow, two cuts from above his head to the ground.

Yeong Hwan, while crossing his arms upwards, raised them and blocked my sword.

As if his arms flinched for a moment, he brushed off my sword without any trouble and then began to strike down with his fists several times in a row.

While continuously dodging the fists, I could not dodge the last fist and blocked it with my sword.

Pain and fatigue accumulate in my wrist again.

Although I blocked the fist with a wooden sword, it is to the point where I have the illusion that I have struck a rock.

Monk Yeong Hwan's fist art was by no means flashy.

It was linear, crude, and came straight. And it did not have an extremely fast speed.

I don't understand why I can't completely avoid it.

But, I can be sure of one thing.

'It's a tremendous immersion. Monk Yeong Hwan must have forgotten who he is fighting with now.'

He has now become a Buddha.

The most important virtue in Buddhism is the mercy that reaches everywhere.

I feel that the energy of the Prajna Divine Art that fills the spar stage.

And Monk Yeong Hwan's fists that are persistently chasing me feel like the mercy of the Buddha.

One blow. It also feels like a solution, with the thought that if I just get hit once, I can become peaceful without having to fight like this.

'I'm crazy. I've been overwhelmed by the energy of the Prajna Divine Art.'

I, while being greatly surprised by the fact that I had such a thought, continued the spar, continuously dodging and blocking his fists.

But it is a strange thing. The aspect of the spar is clearly that Monk Yeong Hwan is overwhelming me.

Probably my senior brothers, senior uncles, and grand uncles who are watching this spar, as well as the monks of Shaolin, will think so.

But I, unlike what is seen, am very relaxed in my heart.

To the extent that I can dodge or block while having such other thoughts.

Of course, my wrist has now lost all sensation due to the continuous impact. But this situation where I have lost sensation does not feel bad.

At that moment.

A completely different sound from before rang out.

Because I had been accumulating the impact and qi waves that had been applied to my body without letting them flow, and I had begun to put those energies into my sword by operating them all at once with the mystery of the Taiji.

The powerful energy and energy created a resonance, and every time we clashed, even the surrounding air began to shake.

"T-To be able to see a spar of this level...!"

"Unhwi... I knew he was strong, but was he that strong?"

"Amitabha... Yeong Hwan is doing his best... I've never seen him like that before..."

The reactions that are bursting out from below are diverse.

Although it has been a long time since it ended, my quiet life in the Wudang Sect is now completely over.

Because I have shown my true skills to everyone here.

The martial world is a place where you prove yourself with your skills.

Since our Wudang Sect is also a martial world sect, the atmosphere is not that different.

Now I will be entrusted with more troublesome tasks.

I, in an instant, dodged Monk Yeong Hwan's fist that was flying towards my head by bending my waist, and then, in that posture, I kicked off the ground and dug into Monk Yeong Hwan.

Because of the interval I explained above, a normal swordsman would never try to approach.

But, I am not a normal swordsman.

Moreover, the secret weapon I have prepared for this spar is not a sword technique.

The internal energy of the lower dantian is emitted, and at the same time, the immortal energy of the upper dantian, which has been accumulated until now, comes down and begins to mix in my arm.

The energy that was mixed in my arm gathered in the palm of my hand and created a huge resonance, and the moment I was about to stretch out that arm.

Monk Yeong Hwan, who had been on the offensive all along, suddenly kicked off the ground lightly and jumped back.

I, with a very slight frown, retrieved the two arms I was about to swing.

Although I had a little trouble separating the mixed energy and returning it, I somehow managed to do it.

"Hmm..."

Monk Yeong Hwan looked at me with suspicious eyes.

He didn't seem to have accurately grasped what kind of technique I was about to use, and it seems he had moved his body back because of some ominous feeling.

It is a truly amazing survival instinct and combat sense.

The fact that I am facing him on equal terms like this makes my heart pound and my blood run faster.

"Heup!"

He, who had been looking at me for a moment, suddenly took a deep breath.

At the same time, the energy of the Prajna Divine Art that is felt from the surroundings feels much more powerful than before.

And Monk Yeong Hwan's figure that is rushing at me.

As if he had felt impatience from the energy I had barely endured, he overwhelms me with a strong attack that is incomparable to a little while ago.

At that moment, I had the thought that the Prajna Divine Art that had been widely spread in this training ground had suddenly become faint.

But that energy has not disappeared.

As much as the surroundings have become faint, the energy that has moved to Monk Yeong Hwan's body, to his arms, began to pour out as if it would eat me.

The fist containing Monk Yeong Hwan's energy, which sweeps up everything around it, is already in front of my nose.

Although I barely deflected the fist with my sword, the amount of impact that enters my body is different.

Pain that cannot be properly recovered even with the Taiji Divine Art begins to accumulate.

After that, I could not even properly resist the fists that flew in several times and was pushed back.

As I was being pushed back like that, when I was approaching the end of the training ground.

I saw Monk Yeong Hwan's shoulder tremble slightly just before he swung his fist.

I, seeing that tremor, realized.

The Prajna Divine Art cannot be infinite, and even if the energy is infinite, the human body cannot endure it forever.

Surely, now Monk Yeong Hwan is in a state where the Prajna Divine Art is depleted, or his body has reached its limit, or both.

I, who had been barely holding the sword with both hands, moved it to my left hand and barely blocked Monk Yeong Hwan's fist with one hand.

Although the speed may have dropped a little, the great force contained in the fist is the same.

Although I felt like the fingers and wrist of my left hand would break, I still continued to deflect the fist with one hand.

Because if I am sacrificing my left arm to create a chance to win in this spar, it is a cheap price to pay.

I began to gather two kinds of energy in my right hand again.

Although it was incredibly difficult to block Yeong Hwan's fist with my left hand using the mystery and energy of the Taiji as I had done until now, and to mix the immortal energy and internal energy in my right hand to create a great force, I somehow managed to do it. No, I had to do it.

Monk Yeong Hwan's two eyes flash open. He has also realized that I am doing something with my right hand.

But my left hand is also now on the verge of breaking.

He had to choose.

Whether to dodge my attack by moving his body back for now as he had done a little while ago, or to break my left hand and knock me down before I could gather all my energy.

At that moment, the pain I had been feeling in my left hand stopped.

He had in the end chosen to run away. Monk Yeong Hwan, who is running away by stepping back with a light lightness skill.

But he had made the wrong choice.

Because I had already taken into account that he would run away and had kicked off the ground a step faster than him.

No matter how outstanding his lightness skill is, his start was later than mine in a lightness skill that runs backward.

I, who had already gotten right next to him, stretched out my hand.

My palm struck Monk Yeong Hwan's chest.

It is not just a palm technique. It is the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm that I have polished so much until now for today.

The most destructive palm technique in Wudang that can only be used by those who have learned both the immortal energy and the internal energy.

For a moment, bewilderment appeared in Monk Yeong Hwan's eyes, who had been hit by my palm technique.

He was thrown back as if someone had pulled him from behind.

Monk Yeong Hwan, who had flown over almost five feet and fallen below the spar stage, could not move an inch.

"Uh... uh...?!"

Senior Uncle Ok Hang, who had been watching our spar from the closest distance, stepped on his lightness skill and ran like he was flying to Monk Yeong Hwan, who was not moving.

He hurriedly checked Monk Yeong Hwan's body and then...

"Hyu-u..."

He let out a sigh of relief and then shouted towards the side where our senior brothers were.

"Quickly bring a stretcher. It's not a serious injury, but it seems he has fainted from a great shock."

And then he slowly looked back and forth between the Shaolin monks and our Wudang family, and me, and then he shouted.

"Since Yeong Hwan of the Shaolin Temple is unable to continue the fight... the victory goes to Unhwi of the Wudang Sect!"