The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 249

A little while later, I was facing my master in the open space right next to his quarters.

My master, seeing my slightly nervous appearance, let out a chuckle.

"To think I'd see the great Unhwi get nervous."

"It's because of who my opponent is. You're not just any opponent, are you, master?"

"Huhu. I'll take that as a compliment."

"Of course. Among all the people I've met so far, you're one of the strongest, master. There may be people with more internal energy and who have trained in martial arts for longer... but you have a beast-like quality that they don't."

Is it because I'm thinking that I have to have a duel with my master as a martial artist versus a martial artist soon?

Unnecessary words are spilling from my mouth.

But what I just said was sincere.

Including my past life, I have fought against many stronger opponents than my current master, and I have met a considerable number of masters in this life as well.

Even the Demonic Flower Hall Master, whom I am scheduled to meet again soon, is probably a more outstanding master than my master.

But none of them had the power to pressure even my heart like this.

At that moment, my master drew his sword.

We hadn't even agreed on whether to use real swords or wooden swords, but he drew his sword without even asking, as if he naturally thought I would use a real sword.

In response, I also drew the Red Dragon Sword.

Normally, I would have thought I had the advantage in terms of weaponry with my master's ordinary sword and my Red Dragon Sword, but today, I didn't even have that thought.

At the same time as I felt my master's energy pouring towards me, he rushed at me.

A duel that started without any warning.

I reflexively swung my sword horizontally to parry my master's incoming sword.

The sound of swords clashing was loud.

It was a sound so loud that I wondered if it was okay to be this noisy on such a late night.

Even though I knew well that I had no time to worry about such things, I was still concerned.

The swords clashed once more, and I was preparing for the next attack, but this time, no attack came.

It seemed my master had no intention of attacking in the first place.

Since there was no referee to announce the start of the duel, it seemed he had announced the start of the duel in this way.

But it was too heavy a sword to be just for announcing the start.

The moment I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers and wrist holding the sword.

This time, I, without any warning, extended my left hand towards my master.

A simple palm technique with minimal power, as I didn't have time to prepare a long form.

But in that palm technique, the mystery of the Heavenly Firmament Demon Subduing Palm, which I was now so familiar with that I could perform it in my sleep, was hidden.

I thought the attack had gone in without a hitch, but my master had also switched his sword to his left hand and blocked my palm with his right palm technique.

The palm technique my master was using seemed to be the Cotton Palm, but I didn't even have time to think about what kind of palm technique it was.

Because I couldn't withstand the shockwave created by the clash of the palm techniques and had to take a few steps back.

'Master also retreated about the same amount as me.'

It means my palm technique is not completely ineffective.

I, after spinning my body once to shake off the shock, stomped my foot hard.

It wasn't just a stomp; I kicked off the ground and shot towards my master.

This fight would surely become more difficult if it dragged on, so I planned to stick to my master and finish it quickly.

My master's eyes widened, as if surprised by my sudden appearance, tearing through the air.

The Seven Star Steps, performed with all my heart, must have made it look as if I had used a shrinking technique.

'Here, I'll go with the Nine Palaces Sword Art for now.'

The Nine Palaces Sword Art, the most destructive among the Wudang Sect's sword arts, burst from my hand.

The biggest weakness of the Nine Palaces Sword Art is that its forms are simple, but now, even that can be sublimated into an advantage.

Because being simple means that the attack range is that much shorter.

But my sword was immediately blocked by my master's sword, which he had swung down diagonally.

There are only a few people who can parry my Nine Palaces Sword Art this easily, and my master is indeed one of them.

At that moment, my master's energy intensified. It seems he intends to push with his deep internal energy.

Actively utilizing one's advantage over the opponent. It is a matter of course that this is the most efficient way to win.

To think there is still such a difference even after eating the Great Rebirth Pill after the Taoist-Buddhist Great War. It makes me think that the years of training in martial arts cannot be ignored.

But, at the same time, the thought that if this were a life-or-death battle and not a duel, and if my master were an enemy, he wouldn't go easy on me just because I had trained in martial arts for a shorter time, flashed through my mind.

And at the same time, my past life came to mind.

'At that time, I had faced people with greater internal energy than me more than once or twice.'

The tower built with third-rate martial arts was cruder than others, and its height was also lower.

When I fought against those with better family backgrounds and greater martial arts, I didn't complain about such things one by one.

I just pondered which of the choices I could make at this moment was the best choice.

"Haap!"

I, letting out a kiai, stomped my foot.

And I, spinning once around my sword, barely shook off my master's energy that was clinging to me.

There is no need to have an internal energy battle with my master in the first place.

The rotation scattered my master's power, and I, while spinning in the air, prepared my next form.

If the Nine Palaces Sword Art doesn't work, then this time it's the Taiji Sword Art.

Since my master's energy is clinging to me, there is more than enough energy to use against him.

The sword and the sword clashed again.

This time, the sound of a gong ringing like before was not heard.

Because the two swords, heavily imbued with internal energy, clashed with a heavy thud, a sound like two iron ingots colliding rang out.

For a moment, I felt a sharp pain transmitted to my fingers, wrist, and even my elbow, but I calmly exchanged a few more blows and then we distanced ourselves from each other.

It's one thing for me, who used my master's power against him, but my master was still emitting a noble aura.

'If I just wait for him to use the Taiji Sword to use my energy against me, I'll be consumed by that energy. I have to use another method.'

And I, without waiting for my master's next attack, immediately took the initiative and moved forward.

This time, I perform the Mysterious Heaven Sword Art. The dark true qi of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Art surrounded the sword, and in the blink of an eye, I had already reached my master.

But my master is smiling.

It means he had already expected me to come out like this.

We, swinging our swords like lightning, clashed our swords three times in an instant.

This time, my master performs the Nine Palaces Sword Art to break my Mysterious Heaven Sword Art.

It feels like playing rock-paper-scissors. If I were to perform the Taiji Sword again to use the Nine Palaces Sword Art against him, my master would surely perform the Mysterious Heaven Sword Art to restrict the forms of the Taiji Sword Art.

This is what a duel between those who have learned the same martial arts is like.

Since you know what form the opponent will use, in the end, avoiding it is also a matter of discretion.

'In that case... I'll abandon Wudang's martial arts.'

At that moment, the trajectory of my sword begins to simplify.

Not the martial arts of the Wudang Sect, but the martial arts of the Un family. I began to perform the Un Family Sword Art.

A sword art consisting of only three simple movements: stabbing, slashing, and striking down.

But, a sword art that has to rely on my senses and my will that much more.

I instinctively parried my master's attack, which seemed to be trying to corner me.

Unconsciously, my footwork also came out as the footwork I originally used, not the footwork of the Wudang Sect.

In fact, it's a movement that's embarrassing to even call footwork.

Because it's just a footwork that strongly emits energy from the Yongquan point in the direction I want to move.

But when moving in a straight line, this movement is excellent.

It's also a disadvantage that it consumes a little more internal energy than ordinary footwork, but my internal energy is not at a level where it will be depleted by consuming just this much.

Dodge, clash, resolve, and clash again.

I, almost reaching a state of selflessness, began to clash swords with my master.

The more I swung the sword, the more I forgot one by one.

At first, I forgot the fact that I was in a duel with my master, and then I forgot what form to use and how to block the attack.

Just as the sword goes. Just as my heart goes, I swing.

'This is also a great training.'

It is said that seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times, and doing once is better than seeing a hundred times.

It is a matter of course that a duel where you can do your best brings great improvement in skill.

"How on earth... can there be such a duel...!"

"I knew Unhwi was outstanding, but to that extent?"

"He has long surpassed the level of the third-generation disciples."

At that moment, hearing the voices, I almost lost my concentration, but I barely held on to my senses.

Glancing in that direction, I saw five or six elders looking at us and talking about something.

'Well, the sound was so loud.'

I can roughly guess what happened.

Since a loud sound like a cannonball exploding is ringing out in the middle of the night, it seems that the elders around here who haven't fallen asleep yet are gathering one by one to watch our duel.

Moreover, since we are not dueling in an enclosed training ground, but just in an open space, the accessibility is also good.

'Focus again...'

But the sight and voices of the elders who had gathered in an instant slowly began to disappear and become inaudible. It seems to be the same for my master.

No matter who is watching this duel or what they are saying, he is not swayed at all and just does his own thing.

I am covered in the shockwave released by my master.

That energy begins to bind me and gradually weakens my strength.

I, refilling the escaping energy, exchanged a few more blows with my master.

To be honest, I wish this time would last forever.

It's so much fun that I can't control my laughter.

My master is also making a similar expression, so I thought he must be thinking something similar.

'But, there has to be an end, right?'

'Of course, master.'

We didn't speak to each other, nor did we use telepathy, but I felt as if we were having a conversation.

The moment we exchanged our intentions like that.

Instead of the martial arts that I had filled with my senses and swung, I began to perform the martial arts of the Wudang Sect again.

I feel the boiling energy getting hot.

It's natural. Because I have raised the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art.

At the same time, with my sword, I perform the Heaven and Earth One Sword that I created with Un Gwang.

My master also seemed to have realized my intention to settle the match in this exchange.

'As expected of my master.'

My master prepares a powerful martial art to counter my attack.

Even though I tried my best not to give any hint that I was preparing the Heaven and Earth One Sword, he immediately noticed and prepared for it.

'Yes. I believed that my master would react immediately to my attack.'

At that moment, as if pouring water on a fire, I calmed my internal energy.

And what fills the place where the Six Yang Divine Art was is a transparent and clear, colorless and odorless internal energy.

I poured that internal energy into my sword with the sole intention of performing the Extreme Fast Sword.

At that moment, I feel my chest becoming cool.

It feels as if the so-called middle dantian has opened.

The sword performed with the middle dantian is the sword of the heart. The sword of the heart is bound to be faster than the sword thought with the head.

After my sword, performed with the Extreme Fast Sword, grazed my master.

My master's sword struck the place where I was originally, and the innocent ground was broken.

I had already cut past my master a long time ago.

And then, the front of my master's chest and his collar were cut and fluttered.

In the midst of that, I had cut past my master twice with a delicate sword technique that only cut his clothes.

“……”

My master looked at me without a word.

In fact, in a way, it's not unreasonable to think that I used a somewhat cowardly move.

Because I had induced my master to use a big technique and then struck his weakness.

But fortunately... my master didn't seem to think so.

My master, with a warmer smile than any I had ever seen, looked at me and said softly, "I lost. It's your victory.”

(End of Chapter)