The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 272

Although I found out later, at this time, there was a fierce succession battle in the Demonic Cult.

The Heavenly Demon had five sons, and although they were brothers, they competed for succession, not even shying away from each other's death.

As a result, only two survived.

'The first young master, Muk Il-gwang, and the third young master, Muk Wol-gwang.'

In my memory, the one who ultimately wins the succession battle is the eldest son, Muk Il-gwang.

The third son, Muk Wol-gwang, was able to survive because he gave up the succession competition from the beginning and chose to live as Muk Il-gwang's confidant, supporting him.

Of course, not long before the Righteous-Demonic Great War, the third son, Muk Wol-gwang, died at my hands due to a certain incident.

'Among them, the death of the fourth son was rather sudden.'

I remember the second son, Muk Jin-gwang, dying at the hands of the first son, Muk Il-gwang, and I heard that the youngest was also poisoned at a young age.

But the fourth son, Muk Seong-gwang, who is in front of me, dies rather absurdly.

A few years from now, Muk Seong-gwang will commit an atrocity of causing a disturbance at a brothel and killing several courtesans.

Thinking about it now, it seems he started living a reckless life after realizing that he had no more hope in the succession competition.

Anyway, at the brothel where Muk Seong-gwang caused a disturbance, the Unorthodox First Sword, Gal Ryeok-hyeok, was also there, and he met an empty death at the hands of Gal Ryeok-hyeok.

At that time, there were people who predicted that a war would break out between the Unorthodox Alliance and the Demonic Cult, but the Demonic Cult bastards did not show any particular reaction.

I remember their reaction was as if a son who died while causing a disturbance outside the Demonic Cult was not even a member of the cult.

Ting— Ti-ding— Di-ring—

At some point, Mo Hang's performance began, and Muk Seong-gwang, with a pleased expression, listened to the music and said, "Haha! To think there was such a musician in this rural backwater."

"Didn't I tell you a little while ago? That he is the best musician in Chongqing."

"Yes. I've found a good one for a change. Well done. I will be sure to tell my father how loyal you are to our cult."

"Oh my! Thank you, young master!"

The Ghost Iron Gate Master bowed his head so low that it almost touched the floor.

I can roughly see what's going on.

Although I don't know who the Demonic Flower Hall Master supports as the successor to the Heavenly Demon, he is trying to get rid of the fourth young master by borrowing my strength.

Moreover, the fourth young master, with the Ghost Iron Gate at the forefront, is aiming for Chongqing, which was originally the Demonic Flower Hall Master's territory.

If I take care of both the Ghost Iron Gate and the fourth young master here, the Demonic Flower Hall Master will have the effect of killing two birds with one stone, getting rid of a succession competitor and regaining his territory.

Although I don't feel good about being played by the Demonic Flower Hall Master, I thought I would dance the sword dance just for today.

'Since that Muk Seong-gwang bastard deserves to die anyway.'

Muk Seong-gwang is a bastard who doesn't think of other people's lives as the same as his own.

A beast-like bastard whose hands go up first if something is even slightly not to his liking.

But the problem is that that bastard's martial arts level is quite high.

Still, as the fourth young master of the Demonic Cult, he must have eaten all sorts of elixirs like they were meals since he was young, and the martial arts he has learned are also tremendous advanced demonic arts.

Although he easily swings his fist because he doesn't like something, from the perspective of the one being hit, it is a terrifying blow that can lead to death.

This time is also like that. To pull out the cook's tongue and kill him because the food was not to his taste, and to cut off the musician's fingers because the performance was not to his liking.

It means he is a bastard who doesn't need to be treated like a human.

"The food is also delicious today. Haha! It's a pleasant day!"

The banquet was in full swing.

The banquet continued for quite a long time, and during that time, Mo Hang's performance did not stop.

Looking at his face, he is performing while biting his lip.

The fingers plucking the strings were very red and swollen, and the pain seemed to be considerable.

I even thought that if he did it just a little more, his swollen fingers might burst and bleed.

But still, Mo Hang is continuing to perform, swallowing the pain by biting his lip.

It must be because he thought that if he stopped performing, he might be stabbed by the ill-tempered fourth young master.

'Just a little more...'

Although I had a strong desire to stop his performance right away, I spent a little more time, sending him my support in my heart.

And so, as time passed and the wine bottles piled up one by one, and most of the martial artists attending the banquet were drunk.

—Stop the performance now.

I sent a telepathic message to Mo Hang.

Mo Hang, not because of the words to stop the performance, but because he was startled by my voice that he heard right in his ear, stopped performing.

He seems to be looking for me, looking around, but it seems this is the first time he has heard a telepathic message.

Well, a musician who doesn't know martial arts would have no occasion to hear a telepathic message.

"Huh?"

The music stopped, and the first to react was Muk Seong-gwang.

Thanks to being raised preciously, his tongue was sensitive, and his ears were also sensitive, so he immediately noticed that the music had stopped.

Muk Seong-gwang, with a frown, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Why did you stop the performance! I'll let it go once because I'm in a good mood now, so start the performance right away!"

However, Mo Hang did not perform anymore.

Because I had told him not to react at all through telepathy.

In fact, from Mo Hang's perspective, if a martial arts master rushed at him in an instant and cut him down, he could die without being able to resist, but he trusted me.

He, while trembling, did not resume the performance.

"This useless musician bastard! A musician who can't perform is not needed. You ruined the mood when it was at its best, so I'll take your life!"

Muk Seong-gwang drew his sword from his waist and took a step towards Mo Hang.

At that moment, I also moved immediately.

I, using the Seven Star Steps, instantly approached the nearest Ghost Iron Gate martial artist and delivered a straight punch with no form to his solar plexus.

With a small bursting sound of peok!, the bastard's body immediately collapsed, and I, grabbing the sword from the falling bastard's waist, once again deployed my movement technique and landed between Muk Seong-gwang and Mo Hang.

"Who are you?"

"I am the escort warrior of the musician Mo Hang. Do not approach the musician anymore."

"What? Escort warrior? Ha! Do you know who I am and are you blocking me?"

"I am not interested in who you are, Your Excellency. I am just protecting the musician."

"You lowly thing. I'll kill you as you wish!"

The swords clashed, and Muk Seong-gwang's expression hardened.

He probably didn't think I would block his sword so perfectly.

On the contrary, I smiled slightly.

Because with this one move, I thought I could know Muk Seong-gwang's current skills.

He is strong. He certainly has a distinctly different internal energy from the other small fries.

Perhaps in terms of internal energy alone, he is much more profound than I am now.

But that's it. The bastard doesn't seem to have experienced a proper real battle.

It's a natural thing. Who could have stood up to the famous fourth young master?

Moreover, the only times the bastard drew his sword were when he was facing someone much weaker than himself, like now.

He probably has no experience facing someone of a similar skill level.

"Young Master!"

"What are you doing! Protect the young master!"

In an instant, the Ghost Iron Gate disciples surrounded Muk Seong-gwang.

That is also a mistake and a lack of experience.

The Ghost Iron Gate, except for the Gate Master, all have unremarkable skills.

Although they reign like gods over people who have not learned martial arts, in the end, they are at a level where they are just about to enter the second-rate rank.

In the first place, in a fight like this, the strong should step forward and the weak should aim for the gaps, or fight with the feeling of assisting the strong.

But if the weak step forward like that?

The weak cannot block my attack and are bound to be defeated, and the strong hidden behind cannot attack me because of their allies.

It is truly the worst situation.

"Keuak!"

"Eueok!"

With each swing of my sword, one person falls, spitting blood.

There were several opportunities for the Ghost Iron Gate Master or Muk Seong-gwang to rush at me, but each time, they were blocked by the Ghost Iron Gate disciples who were blocking their way.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you bastards!"

"Y-Young Master. Why...!"

Then, the worst of the worst situations occurred.

Muk Seong-gwang, who could not stand the frustration because of the Ghost Iron Gate disciples loitering in front, had cut down the Ghost Iron Gate disciple in front of him.

He was a bastard with even less patience and more trashy than I had thought.

"W-Wait!"

"Eueok!"

From that moment on, the Ghost Iron Gate disciples could neither do this nor that, and their position became ambiguous.

Because I was cutting them down one by one from the front, and if they retreated, they were afraid of being attacked by Muk Seong-gwang.

In the end, there is only one choice the bastards can make.

As if by agreement, the bastards split to both sides.

It was as good as opening a path for me and Muk Seong-gwang.

Only the Ghost Iron Gate Master and Muk Seong-gwang were left in front of me.

"I will protect the young master! Haa-a-ap!"

The Ghost Iron Gate Master, even in that situation, rushed at me, showing off his loyalty.

Although the bastard is a considerable master, he has not yet properly grasped my skills.

Naturally, it's because I haven't used advanced martial arts.

The sword art I have been using since a while ago is the Un Family Sword Art. Because, as I first introduced myself to Mo Hang, I was fighting as a Self-Taught Swordsman.

The Ghost Iron Gate Master possessed strong martial arts.

If he had been just a little more cool-headed, he could have driven me into a corner.

If he had faced me step by step based on his internal energy and martial arts, that is.

But was it because of the obsession that he had to show a cool performance in front of Muk Seong-gwang? He pushed his body forward and thrust his sword without even grasping what my skills were or what martial arts I was using.

"Keureuk!"

I, after very simply avoiding his attack, plunged my sword into his heart and easily took his life.

At the very empty death of the Gate Master, astonishment was etched on the faces of the Ghost Iron Gate disciples.

This time, I moved first.

I, performing the Flowing Cloud Movement Technique, rushed towards Muk Seong-gwang as if sliding and swung my sword down from above with the momentum of cutting in one blow.

Although he blocked it unconsciously, Muk Seong-gwang was very surprised.

Because he probably never imagined that the escort warrior of a country musician would generate such power.

"Who... are you!"

"Who am I? Didn't I say I was an escort warrior?"

"Did... did my brother send you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What did you agree to receive from my brother? Whatever my brother promised to give you, I will definitely give you something better. So join hands with me!"

Normally, I would have to ignore his story and swing my sword, but I became interested in his story.

Because I thought I might be able to dig up information about the current situation of the Demonic Cult.

"Something better? What can you give me?"

"Just say whatever you want. Whether it's an elixir, a secret manual, or gold and silver treasures, I will give you whatever you want."

"Is that so? Then I want the Heavenly Demon Divine Art. Can you give it to me?"

"What?"

"Ah! The Heavenly Demon Divine Art can only be learned by becoming the successor, right? But since you will never become the successor, you can't teach it to me."

"This crazy bastard! I'll kill you!"

The bastard's body rushes closer as if pouring down.

I was waiting for this moment.

This moment when Muk Seong-gwang, drunk and angry to the core, would attack me, disregarding his defense.

With my heightened kinetic vision, I confirmed the direction of Muk Seong-gwang's sword and, with a very slight twist of my body, dodged Muk Seong-gwang's sword.

And I stealthily placed my sword where his body would be.

The sword pierced through Muk Seong-gwang's body.

Those with low martial arts levels will not understand this situation.

Because it seemed Muk Seong-gwang had disappeared from his spot, and in the blink of an eye, he had suddenly appeared in front of me and was stabbed by the sword.

"You... you bastard!"

Muk Seong-gwang, in his last struggle, tried to wrap his arms around me while being stabbed by the sword, but I let go of the sword and jumped away from him.

As if he had never thought I would give up my sword, bewilderment was etched in the eyes of Muk Seong-gwang, who swung his arms in the air.

I, for one, didn't care.

It's not my sword anyway, and as a martial artist, it's more important to win without getting hurt than to have pride.

And this is the mindset of the Self-Taught Swordsman Unhwi.

Muk Seong-gwang, after trembling, either died or fainted, and his head drooped, and I slowly looked around.

The Ghost Iron Gate bastards are looking at me with eyes full of fear.

And for good reason; since I had killed the Gate Master and Muk Seong-gwang, who were their objects of fear, in an instant, I could only be seen as a monster in their eyes.

"Hooo..."

I picked up a sword that was lying around.

It is the sword of a Ghost Iron Gate disciple who died at my hands.

I raised my killing intent.

Unhwi of the Wudang Sect might forgive them and let them live, but the Self-Taught Swordsman Unhwi was not a martial artist who would leave behind future troubles by letting them live.

Moreover, if I were to let them live, the Demonic Cult bastards might someday go to Mo Hang and ask who his escort warrior was.

"You guys. In your next life, try to live a little kinder."

I, without a moment's rest, began to move my body towards them again.

(End of Chapter)