The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 265

Un Cheol, despite me kicking off the air and jumping over his head, didn't look flustered at all.

It was as if he naturally expected me to do that much.

And he naturally continued his offensive once again.

'To think he's using what he learned from me against me.'

The way Un Cheol is facing me now is the way I painstakingly taught him over a long period of time together.

To be honest, Un Cheol is a person who is ambiguous to say has any particularly outstanding strengths in martial arts.

But, conversely, it also means he has no prominent weaknesses.

It means he can become a martial artist who can do everything well depending on the intensity of his training and the degree of his effort, and it also means he can become a martial artist who can do nothing.

But I trained him hard.

I hammered him with sincerity, just as a blacksmith tempers iron. (Come to think of it, there were quite a few times I really hammered him with my fists.)

As a result, Un Cheol blossomed dazzlingly. To the point where if I were to pick who is the strongest among our senior brothers, I would hesitate between Un Gwang in my right hand and Un Cheol in my left.

On top of that, the continuous technique he is performing on me now.

To fight in this way, the martial artist's strength, internal energy, speed, and stamina must be above a certain level.

It is a fighting style that can be performed when each of those elements is far superior to that of ordinary martial artists, and a perfect harmony is achieved through bone-crushing and blood-spitting ability.

The result is this situation now.

It is an attack as natural as flowing water, to the point where even I cannot easily penetrate its gaps.

'Of course, if you tell me to break it with force, I can break it as much as I want...'

To be honest, no matter how outstanding Un Cheol is, he is no match for my internal energy, which has been supplemented with various elixirs and even the Great Rebirth Pill.

That's why if I face him with the thought of breaking his sword with all my might, I can defeat him in a short time, but...

'That's not a duel.'

In the first place, this duel is not a duel I am trying to win.

The purpose is to bring out the abilities of the senior brother I am facing to the maximum, and to induce another stage of growth even during this duel, so there is no need to do so.

And didn't I also gain big and small enlightenments in this tournament?

After that, I dodged and blocked the sword for dozens of exchanges.

The elders and grand-elders who were staring at the duel stage are no longer murmuring.

They are concentrating on our duel.

To be precise, they are concentrating on the discovery of the talent called Un Cheol, which they had not seen properly until now.

Un Cheol is displaying tremendous concentration.

He is concentrating only on the duel with me, as if only I remain in his world, without caring at all about where this place is, why we are dueling, or whether there are people around.

It's not a bad feeling to be the only one the duel opponent sees. Because I can also receive that sense of immersion.

As Un Cheol puts more and more energy into his sword as time goes on, I also counter his sword with a similar force.

Accordingly, the sound of the swords clashing, which naturally fills the duel stage, also begins to grow louder.

At first, it was the sound of iron clashing, but that sound gradually gained a great resonance, and now, every time the swords meet, it's to the point where the sound of a gong rings.

"This duel... is this really the level of a duel that can come from among the third-generation disciples?"

Someone's voice broke the silence that seemed to be eternal.

This time, it was not a voice from among the elders.

The distance was a little further, and since the voice felt a little older, it was clearly a voice from among the grand-elders.

The grand-elders, while watching this martial arts tournament, had been saving face and had hardly done things like saying something or cheering like the elders.

But the duel between Un Cheol and me finally drew a reaction from the grand-elders for the first time in this tournament.

"Unbelievable. Isn't this a level of duel that is not often seen even in the duels of the second-generation disciples?"

"Un Cheol? I've never heard that he's someone's disciple, I'll have to look into it."

"I knew Unhwi was a monster, but... Un Cheol was also a hidden dragon...!"

Starting with the words of the first grand-elder, the other grand-elders also began to say a word each.

The elders also seemed quite flustered. Because it was the first time in this tournament that the grand-elders were speaking so actively.

Perhaps because the grand-elders had taken the initiative, this time, the elders couldn't react at all and just sat there like they were mute.

Even in the midst of that, our duel continued.

In particular, Un Cheol is strongly pushing me, using the Hyeoncheon Sword Art, which belongs to the advanced martial arts among the martial arts he knows.

I, feeling his sword art with my whole body, was convinced of one thing.

'It's time for Un Cheol to learn an advanced sword art.'

After this martial arts tournament is over, I'll have to ask my master or the Sect Leader to pass down advanced martial arts to the Yuyeop Hall as well.

A sharp sword is dangerous even to the person holding it if they are not ready.

Advanced martial arts are just like that. If you learn advanced martial arts when you are not ready, you tend to rely on the martial art rather than developing your own skills.

But if you learn advanced martial arts after sufficiently solidifying your basics and developing your own martial arts skills as you are now, it's like giving wings to a tiger.

Just by learning an advanced martial art, you can become several stages stronger in an instant.

"Haa-a-ap!"

Un Cheol, who had been keeping his mouth shut until now, began to put a kiai into each and every sword strike he made from some point on.

And so, the duel reached its climax.

Un Cheol was doing his best to pour out everything he could show, and I also had no choice but to face him with a little bit of sincerity, not just going easy on him.

If it were not a duel, but an opponent met on the battlefield.

If it were an opponent with whom I had to have a life-or-death battle, even I would have struggled quite a bit.

Because a martial artist who throws everything they have and comes at you with all their might is extremely tricky.

When we had exchanged about ten more blows like that. Un Cheol's sword broke in half, spun a few times in the air, and then stuck into the ground outside the duel stage.

Naturally, Un Cheol's and my movements stopped.

It's not that my sword and internal energy were too strong and broke Un Cheol's sword.

It's just that there was a problem with the supply of the enormous internal energy that Un Cheol was injecting into his sword, so my sword's internal energy became relatively too strong.

Simply put, it means Un Cheol has poured out all his internal energy.

"Heok, heok, heok..."

As if to prove it, Un Cheol is breathing heavily, and sweat is pouring down like rain.

And yet, his expression is very refreshed.

He looked at the broken sword once, clenched and unclenched his trembling hand, and then bowed his head to me and said, "I lost. It was a good duel."

I don't know why Un Cheol used polite language to me at this moment, or why he bowed his head to me.

But the situation was very natural, and the feeling that I was proud of him filled my heart, and my chest began to swell.

I almost showed tears in front of all these people.

"Senior Brother. You've worked hard."

"What's there to work hard about..."

And the grand-elder declared my victory.

At the same time, a tremendous cheer poured out.

"The best! I never thought I'd see a duel of this level in a third-generation disciples' martial arts tournament."

"Un Cheol! You become my disciple. I'll make you the best."

"It is a great fortune for Wudang to have so many talented disciples. The Primordial Lord of Heaven is looking after our Wudang!"

Un Cheol, who had finally grasped the situation, looked around with a flustered expression.

He seemed to have forgotten for a moment that he was dueling in a situation where everyone was watching, as he was so focused on me throughout the duel.

Soon, as if he had grasped the situation, his expression began to flush a little.

'For Un Cheol, this must be the first time he's being recognized.'

In fact, the fact that Un Cheol is strong was something only I had known until now.

It means this is the first time he is showing his skills in front of all the elders and grand-elders.

Moreover, for the first time he is showing his skills, to receive such a fierce cheer.

As a martial artist, his heart can't help but pound and swell.

Un Cheol, after looking around, searches for someone with his eyes.

Following his gaze, it's the place where our third-generation disciples are sitting.

Soon, his gaze stopped at one place.

'Senior Brother Un Jihak.'

He was looking at none other than Senior Brother Un Jihak at this moment.

His expression seems to be saying this.

'Are you watching, Jihak? Our thoughts were not wrong.'

Un Cheol's small dream.

It is as good as the moment when his small dream of wanting to be recognized within the Wudang Sect just by training at the Yuyeop Hall without becoming a disciple of an elder or grand-elder has come true.

Because with this tournament, Un Cheol will surely receive a much better evaluation than Senior Brother Un Hwang.

"Shall we go down?"

"Let's do that."

My senior brother, after fully enjoying the cheers of the elders and grand-elders, came down from the duel stage with me.

As I went down, I glanced at my senior brother, and his arms were trembling and his legs were staggering.

It seems to prove how sincerely he had poured all his strength into this duel.

"Unhwi-ya."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

My senior brother looked back at me with a hot gaze and said, "Thanks to you, my life has changed. If it weren't for you, a day like today would not have come."

While coming down from the duel stage and returning to our seats, it seems that the things that had happened so far came to his mind once again.

I let out a chuckle.

Because his tone felt like a person who had finished everything was speaking.

"Senior Brother. We haven't even started properly yet. What are you going to do if you talk as if you've already achieved something?"

"That's right. It's just the beginning."

"It will be even more difficult in the future. Because great strength and great expectations are always followed by difficult things."

He nodded his head with a firm expression.

It seems he is not making that expression because he is afraid of the difficult things, but an expression filled with a firm will to overcome any difficult things that may come.

"Yes. With you, what is there that we can't do? I will just follow you as I have been doing until now."

And he said no more.

He just chewed on the cheers and praises he had just received, and the resolution he had deeply engraved in his heart again, and was just staring at the duel stage where the duel was held again.

'This is why I like the Wudang Sect.'

I also watched the following duel with a pleasant feeling and smiled deeply.

I'm glad that the sect I can belong to is a sect where we can be there for each other.

I'm glad that it's the most righteous among the righteous sects, and a sect where people who are a little foolish but that much kinder are gathered.

I'm glad that it's a sect full of people who don't envy me even if I go ahead alone.

I'm glad that the place where I opened my eyes again was the Wudang Sect.

(End of Chapter)