The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 215

Wudang's Genius Youngest Disciple - Chapter 215

Before coming here, Maeng Gwang-gae had taught me what kind of work each of the Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants did to make money, what weapons their leaders used, and what kind of martial arts they used.

However, I didn't care about their backgrounds or what their sects did, and I only focused on him explaining the martial arts of each of the leaders.

Because even if I solve the problems here, I'm not going to settle down in Zhejiang Province, and right now, I just have to faithfully play the role of the avenger who is avenging them.

'The one holding the greatsword on the far left must be the Cheon-wang Sect leader, Jeong-gyu, and the Baek-san Sect leader is said to use an iron fan like the one used by the Zhuge family. And was the Man-ho Palace master a fist fighter?'

They are all individuals with unique weapons and martial arts.

Although the east coast of the Central Plains is an ownerless land that no one manages, I wonder how such people have settled down, built up their power, and are ruling this place.

The way they act like kings here, ignoring the Nine Sects and One Gang and other sects and families with a long history, is no different from a frog in a well.

"Don't say it's cowardly because it's three against one. This is our just revenge, just like you are doing."

"That's such a sophistry. In the first place, Baek-san Sect leader. If you hadn't touched the Hwanho Sect, this wouldn't have happened. To wipe out a sect just because they didn't join you... how many people have died like that until now?"

"You're young, but you're short-spoken. You?"

"Yes. Is that word also a little too much? I should have just said 'you'. Right?"

The Baek-san Sect leader's eyebrows twitch.

It seems he is filled with anger at my words, but he doesn't burst out right away.

Because he knows that I killed the Mayu Sect leader and the Hongju Sect leader yesterday.

Although the Hongju Sect leader was a weakling, the Mayu Sect leader's divine power was real.

So he can't even get angry properly because he is wary of my martial arts.

"You're so proud just because you've gained a little bit of petty martial arts. Are you going to avenge us and then establish the Hwanho Sect again with that martial art and rule Zhejiang Province?"

"Rule? What for?"

"Wh-What did you say?"

"Rather than wasting my energy on such a useless thing, I'd rather take a nap in that time. And rule? Do you really think you are ruling Zhejiang Province? You were just being a nuisance. The other people in Zhejiang Province were just suffering from your nuisance."

"You cheeky bastard!"

Jeong-gyu, the Cheon-wang Sect leader, interrupted the conversation between the Baek-san Sect leader and me and shouted.

Although he was no match for the Mayu Sect leader, Jang Hwi, he had a large, muscular body.

He seemed to be hot-tempered, just as he looked, and the Baek-san Sect leader stopped him as he was about to step forward right now.

"Cheon-wang Sect leader. Wait a moment. There is something we need to make sure of before that."

“……”

Although the Cheon-wang Sect leader is glaring at me, I'm not scared at all.

When I let out a small laugh, his expression became even more ferocious.

"Elder Maeng Gwang-gae. As I said a little while ago, please promise me that you will not interfere in our fight."

"Why should I?"

"Because the Nine Sects and One Gang do not fight a fight without a cause. If you attack us here, a rumor will spread throughout the Central Plains that Elder Maeng Gwang-gae of the Beggars' Sect persecuted our innocent Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants and beat the sect leaders to death."

"Hahaha! Are you threatening me with that now? Do you think I would even bat an eye at something like that?"

As if Maeng Gwang-gae was about to burst out laughing, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, turned his head, and looked around at all the martial artists around, and then continued, "Let's say I interfere in this fight and kill you all. Then do you think I would leave even one of the guys standing here alive? If you don't want the rumor to spread, you just have to kill them all and shut their mouths."

At Maeng Gwang-gae's cold tone, a silence fell on the scene.

Although there are over a hundred of them gathered here, and Maeng Gwang-gae is only one person, I had the thought that he would be able to keep his word.

It's a similar feeling to how a hundred rabbits gathered together cannot catch one tiger.

"But, I really have no intention of interfering this time. After hearing what you said, although it's a stretch, I thought it would be okay to give you a chance. Revenge for revenge. It's an expression that allows you to intuitively understand the physiology of the martial world. Because revenge begets revenge, and blood begets blood..."

He, as if he were having a Zen dialogue, mumbled and then, after frowning again, shouted, "But! If guys other than you three interfere in the fight, or use poison, or do not accept defeat, I will intervene. Because I am standing here not as that child's guardian, but as a witness to the spar. If you want to ruin the spar I am presiding over, you have to be prepared to pay the price. Right?"

The three sect leaders of the Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants nod their heads.

With this, all agreements were made.

Although the spar of the martial world, and the laws, are not things that are strictly set by law, so it depends on the agreement at that time, Maeng Gwang-gae's arrangement is particularly neat among them.

Well, it's not like he has seen this kind of spar once or twice in his life.

"Then stop talking and fight. Are you going to keep fighting with your mouths?"

At the same time as his words ended, I feel that the air flowing between me and the Baek-san Sect leader has changed a little.

The Baek-san Sect leader is smiling. He doesn't think he will lose at all.

They are greatly overconfident in their martial arts. In addition, it is a situation where as many as three sect leaders are attacking in a group. Their confidence has already reached the top of their heads.

'Now I don't need to hide my skills, and I don't want to.'

I, while stealthily releasing the internal energy I had been limiting until now, put strength into the hand holding An Hwi's sword.

In fact, in yesterday's fight, I didn't fully display my martial arts because I had to not be found out that I was not An Hwi.

In addition, Maeng Gwang-gae had made me perform my lightness skill at full power without resting until the Mayu Sect, so that I couldn't rest and had used up almost all my energy.

Yesterday, I thought Maeng Gwang-gae was just being mean, but now that I think about it, it seems he did that to naturally weaken my strength so that the Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants guys wouldn't suspect me.

'Anyway, if I kill these three, the Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants will be as good as dismantled.'

In the first place, the Heuk-su Sect leader is not a person who steps forward much, and there is a high possibility that the Jin-cheong Guild has already run away outside of Zhejiang Province.

So I made up my mind. To finish it quickly with all my might.

"Come on! You brat!"

There is quite a bit of true qi in the shout that came out of the Baek-san Sect leader's mouth.

It seems he was trying to overwhelm me with his spirit by showing off his internal energy like this.

It is said that he acts as a leader among the guys other than the Heuk-su Sect leader, and it seems he has the martial arts to do so.

'But even so, he's just the leader of a third-rate sect.'

*Tu-ung! Ta-da-da-dak!*

I, at the same time as lightly kicking off the ground, shot out true qi from the Yongcheon acupoint on the sole of my foot in short bursts and developed my lightness skill to approach them.

*Hoo-ung!*

The Baek-san Sect leader reflexively swung his fan.

It is an iron fan with quite a bit of internal energy. It seems that a person with weak internal energy or martial arts would have suffered considerable internal injuries if they had tried to receive the iron fan head-on.

Well, since he has that much martial arts, he must be in charge of the leader of the Yellow Sea Seven Tyrants.

*Jjeo-eong!*

I struck the guy's fan hard with my sword. A deep echo is transmitted to me from the quite strong internal energy contained in the iron fan.

In terms of pure destructive power, it seems to be much more outstanding than the Mayu Sect leader.

The Baek-san Sect leader had something he believed in.

*Swe-e-ek!*

At that moment, from both sides, although not as good as the Baek-san Sect leader, a rather high-level attack comes in.

The greatsword of the Cheon-wang Sect leader and the fist of the Man-ho Palace master are flying towards me.

I, who had confirmed their attacks with a side glance, gave up on a follow-up blow to the Baek-san Sect leader and backed away.

"Hehehe. You have no spirit. Are you running away right away?"

The Cheon-wang Sect leader says as if he were contemptuous.

It is true that I failed in my attack this time. But to be honest, I had no intention of finishing it in this one move.

This time, my purpose was just to explore how they would come out.

I, who didn't even feel the value of answering his words, shifted the sword I was holding with both hands to my right hand and then took my stance again.

"It's no use asking for forgiveness now!"

At that time, the Man-ho Palace master, Bi-jeok-myeong, suddenly rushed in. It seems there is quite a bit of force in the fist of the guy who has clenched his fist.

The guy's fist art was quite neat, and he just stretched out his arm and threw punches at me without any big stance or movement.

*Kung— kung— ku-kung!*

With a rough foot stomp, the guy performed his fist art countless times, but I nullified all of the guy's attacks with a soft hand gesture.

*Seu-euk—*

And the gap where the Man-ho Palace master's attack was momentarily scattered.

My arm slides in through that gap. In that fleeting moment, the mystery of Tai Chi absorbed a lot of the Man-ho Palace master's strength.

A powerful move that I know is now superimposed on the mystery of Tai Chi, which I can say I have reached a level of mastery.

The most destructive palm art in the Wudang Sect, which I had learned for the fight with Monk Yeong Hwan.

It is the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm.

"...!"

The Man-ho Palace master, who didn't even know that I was performing a palm art until my palm was right in front of his nose, suddenly opened his eyes wide when my palm appeared in front of his eyes.

But, the only thing he reacted with was his eyes. Without being able to resist at all, the Heavenly Firm Subduing Demon Palm struck the guy's face.

*Ppeo-eo-eok!*

Bi-jeok-myeong, who was hit by my palm art, was thrown back like a broken kite and then, after flying several feet, he sprawled on the floor in a shabby way.

Seeing that he is not even twitching, it seems the guy died instantly.

"Now there are two left."

Astonishment appears in the eyes of the Baek-san Sect leader and the Cheon-wang Sect leader. They probably never thought that the Man-ho Palace master would be defeated so futilely.

But, there will be no time to be surprised. Because I immediately stepped on the Seven Star Steps and moved to the blind spot of the Cheon-wang Sect leader.

*Bu-ung!*

The Cheon-wang Sect leader, who had become impatient, hurriedly swung his greatsword horizontally.

I, by easily bending my waist forward, dodged his greatsword and then, with my waist bent, I stepped forward and stabbed the sword in my left hand forward.

*Pook!*

"Ugh...!"

My sword, which was accurately embedded in the guy's heart, the Cheon-wang Sect leader, as if he had been struck by lightning, dropped his greatsword and began to tremble.

I, after pulling out my sword, shook off the blood and said to the Cheon-wang Sect leader, who was tilting and falling, "When you handle a large weapon, you have to operate it more meticulously so that there are no empty spaces. If you just swing it to the side like that, how are you going to block the next attack?"

*Kung—*

The Cheon-wang Sect leader, without even hearing my last advice, fell backward.

I, who had taken care of the two in an instant, looked at the one remaining person. The Baek-san Sect leader.

He has a face as if he doesn't understand what happened in this situation.

His triumphant expression from just a little while ago is nowhere to be seen, and now he has a face like a puppy that needs to poop, fidgeting.

"Now there's only you left?"

I said with a smile.

Seeing the guy's face, who doesn't know what to do, I even feel a sense of satisfaction. How many people has he tormented until now, believing in that petty martial art?

"Come on. Baek-san Sect leader. Let's see your skills."

At my shout, his expression became tearful, as if he were about to burst into tears right now.