The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 29

"What did you say?"

"Didn't you hear? I'm the teacher who will teach you manners."

"What does that...!"

He was so flustered that he couldn't even answer properly, and then, after barely coming to his senses, he shouted at me.

"You little brat! Do you know who I am?!"

"The thug who ran away whimpering three years ago."

"What did you say?!"

He glared at me as if his eyes were going to pop out, but I didn't even care and asked the innkeeper.

"Mister. That's the guy, right? The one the Martial Uncle chased away."

"Y-Yes... that's right."

The innkeeper, pitifully trembling, barely managed to answer.

This situation was scary in the first place, but he seemed to be contemplating whether it was okay to answer me like this.

"Martial Uncle?! If it's a Martial Uncle, does that mean you're that Taoist bastard's junior?!"

"It's not 'Taoist bastard', it's 'Taoist-nim'."

"You've had a sharp tongue from the start. If you were just a crazy neighborhood kid, I would have shown you mercy and let you off with a few broken bones, but if I catch you, it means I can catch that Taoist bastard!"

He chuckled as if he was in a good mood.

When he laughed, his gang also started to laugh one by one.

"I think if we do it here, it will cause a lot of damage to the innkeeper here, so shall we go outside? There's a good open space."

"What did you say?"

"Geez, there are always kids like this, then and now, tsk. They don't know manners, they don't know how to behave. They don't even know that their very existence is a nuisance."

"Are you saying that to me right now?"

"Then who else here has eaten their manners for breakfast besides you guys? Can't you hear either? Ugh."

I sighed and slowly started walking.

While everyone was standing still as if time had stopped, I was the only one who walked past them, picked up what used to be a table leg from the floor—now a club—and leisurely walked out through the inn door.

Then, I clearly heard a conversation from behind me.

"B-Boss. Now..."

"Boss?! How many times do I have to tell you to call me Senior Brother!"

"Ah! Senior Brother! That guy went out."

"What are you doing! Chase him and beat him half to death!"

Tadadada—

"Get him!"

"Don't go easy on him just because he's a kid!"

As soon as his shout ended, his subordinates, as if they had come to their senses, started running out of the inn with their feet moving hard.

I deliberately slowed down so that one subordinate could follow right behind me, and then I immediately turned around and hit his head with the club I was holding.

CRACK—!

The subordinate who was hit in the head couldn't even make a sound and just lost consciousness and collapsed.

"It's better than I thought."

I lightly swung the club.

Since I couldn't perfectly control my body and martial arts yet, I wasn't confident in fighting with a real sword.

Confident that I could subdue them all without killing them.

So what I chose was a wooden club, and it fits well in my hand and the feeling of hitting a head is considerable.

'It'll be troublesome if I can't control my strength and kill someone or they don't get knocked out in one hit.'

After checking the performance of the club, I slowly raised my head and looked at the thugs.

Perhaps because one of their comrades was knocked out by my one move, they couldn't rush at me right away and were just flinching.

"Then I should go first, right?"

Kwoong—!

I raised my leg high and then stomped the ground, using the rebound to quickly rush forward.

Perhaps because I had been running for several days, I could definitely feel that my speed was faster than before.

That speed was more than enough for the thugs in front of me, who had learned martial arts in a superficial way, to not be able to catch up with my speed.

Pabak!

As soon as I approached them, the sound of three wooden fish being struck echoed!

It wasn't three strikes, but it was a natural strike to the head following the principles of the Taiji Sword.

Of course, the power is weaker than swinging a sword three times.

Thud—

It's enough power to make three people lose consciousness and get knocked out at the same time.

"He's strong!"

"He's learned martial arts!"

"Boss. Do something!"

The thugs were literally scared out of their wits.

The first one probably didn't even properly grasp what had happened, but seeing three of their comrades fall at once in front of them gives a big shock to the mind.

Those scoundrels, who haven't cultivated their minds at all, will lose their will to fight with just this much shock.

CRACK! Thwack!

After knocking down two more thugs who were trying to turn around and run away, the leader of those who had been arguing with me a moment ago finally stepped forward.

He had pulled out the saber that was stuck in his waist, perhaps from in front of the inn.

"You brat! I wasn't going to kill you, but you're rushing to your death. Blame your Martial Uncle!"

"How can you be so cliché? Why do you thugs all say the same thing? Do you get educated somewhere or something?"

"You're running your mouth nonstop! Die!"

Whoosh!

The leader swung his saber with great force.

For a neighborhood thug who had trained for three years, it was considerable power.

'But it's too slow.'

Swoosh— KWAANG!

The saber I lightly dodged slammed into the ground with a huge roar.

No matter how strong the destructive power of a martial art is, it's useless if it doesn't hit.

That's why when you learn orthodox martial arts, the balance between speed and weight is emphasized from the very beginning of learning martial arts.

On the other hand, if you learn martial arts from the Unorthodox Faction and increase your strength so rapidly, it's natural that it will become a half-baked martial art.

"Eek!"

Whoosh! Bwoooang!

Perhaps because I had dodged it so lightly, the leader gritted his teeth and swung his saber to hit me.

But if attacks could get faster just by putting in more strength like that, who would bother to train in martial arts with effort?

In handling a weapon, speed is not just about swinging it with more force.

The opponent's movement, the trajectory of the weapon, and the operation of the form I will display.

When all of these fall into place, the weapon can finally move in the shortest distance to the opponent, and that is the principle of the fast sword.

"You rat-like brat!"

"I don't know where you learned martial arts, but you need to learn again from the basics."

"Shut your mouth! I was going to use this move on your Martial Uncle!"

Woooong—!

Perhaps because he was really angry, energy suddenly began to gather on the leader's saber.

It seemed he was about to use a hidden move.

'His qi and blood will be damaged if he does that.'

But, far from being scared, I was just worried about that guy.

The martial arts of the Unorthodox Faction give strong martial arts in a short time, but in return, they gnaw away at life and original true qi.

His face was now red, and veins were popping out all over.

At a glance, it looks very harmful to his health.

Swoosh—

This time, I also properly displayed a starting posture.

I could dodge this too if I wanted to, but if I mis-swung that saber filled with enormous power and destroyed the inn, the people inside could die.

'I can't just deflect it either. To break an opponent who is confident in their strength, I'll also go with strength.'

The leader, as if he had gathered all his energy, raised his saber to the sky and rushed at me.

He had gathered so much energy that it seemed like it would be a big problem if I even bumped into his rushing body. That strength was reminiscent of a bull or a wild boar.

Shwaaaek—!

The sword, which was rushing at me, tearing through the air with tremendous power.

In that short moment, I had already raised my energy and swung my club at the right time.

The martial art I was about to display was the Nine Palaces Sword Art.

Among the Wudang sword arts I had learned so far, it was the most linear and powerful sword art.

Jjeoeong!

A sword made of iron and a table leg made of wood clashed, but a sound like a gong ringing was produced.

It was a sound that was possible because I had perfectly protected the club with my internal energy when it clashed with the sword.

There were even thugs who had unknowingly covered their ears due to the tremendous sound and the clash of energy.

"Keuk. Keureuk."

Although I had consumed more internal energy than I thought, compared to me who had no damage, the leader dropped his saber to the ground and covered his mouth to stop the blood that was about to gush out.

The reckless operation of internal energy and the unstable martial arts of the Unorthodox Faction.

On top of that, when he clashed with an uncontrollably large energy, it seemed he would suffer a rather large internal injury.

Swoosh—

I naturally knelt on the ground, took my eyes off the leader who was trying to somehow manage his internal injuries, and looked at the quite large number of thugs who were still standing.

"You guys."

Flinch—

At my one word, the men, who seemed to be at least twenty or thirty, flinched.

I don't know how they thought of living by sucking the life out of others when they have such small guts.

"Are you going to continue? If you want, I can make you like those people."

The place I pointed to with my eyes was where a few people who had fainted and wet their pants were, and the leader who was still fighting a battle with himself to stop the coughing of blood.

"If you don't want to end up like that, drop your swords to the ground right now and kneel here. In three rows. Right now."

Clang, clang—

As soon as my words ended, the thugs, without exception, dropped their weapons and knelt in front of me.

It could be said to be a wise choice, since their leader, whom they followed like the sky and who had made them courageous, was in that state.

Because I was confident that I could take care of them all within a moment even if they all rushed at me.

"The five of you in front."

"Y-Yes."

"Aren't you going to come quickly?"

"We're coming!"

When I spoke with a frown, five men approached me like lightning.

"The five of you, go in and clean up the inn that your boss broke, and then come back."

"Clean up... yes! We will do as you command."

When I frowned a little because they were about to complain, they quickly became obedient.

After confirming that all the thugs were sitting well, I approached the leader who was still choking.

And.

Thwack— Thwack!

I coolly kicked and stomped on his side and back a few times.

"B-Boss!"

"What a cruel...!"

As if they were disgusted by my actions, a few thugs made sounds of complaint, but this time too, they were able to return to being good friends with just one frown from me.

"N-No. How?"

And, they couldn't help but be surprised once more.

Because their leader, who had been coughing up blood until a moment ago, suddenly stopped coughing up blood and had a calm expression.

"Sigh... didn't you all learn a little martial arts? But you didn't even memorize the position of the acupoints and just learned how to accumulate qi? No, do you even know how to do acupoint striking in the first place?"

No one answered yes to my question.

This is why the martial arts of the Unorthodox Faction are a mess. Does it even make sense to learn martial arts without knowing the position of the acupoints?

If not, if the place where they learned martial arts didn't sincerely think of them and was planning to use them as meat shields in a power struggle, then it's understandable that they were taught so sloppily.

"Get up. I just tapped your acupoints with my foot to stop the internal bleeding, so it doesn't even hurt."

"Keu... ung..."

The leader, who was trying to pretend to be fainted, groaned and got up at my words.

"To think you came to get the Martial Uncle with just these skills. You should know that I saved you all from dying."

"......"

The leader couldn't easily answer.

He must be dumbfounded, unable to understand what had just happened.

Clatter—

At that moment, the door of the inn opened, and the five thugs who had been sent in to clean up the inn and the innkeeper came out.

The thugs, with good sense, knelt next to their kneeling gang.

The innkeeper, as if he couldn't believe this sight, had his mouth wide open.

"G-Great hero...!"

"Great hero, what. It's just taking care of some thugs like this."

I turned my gaze from the innkeeper and said to the leader who was sitting with a dejected expression.

"Name."

"......?"

"Name!"

"G-Gwak Yongbu!"

"Yo?"

"...is..."

"Affiliation."

"......"

"Affiliation!"

"S-Sura Gate."

"Sura Gate? I've never heard of it. Is it an Unorthodox Faction?"

"Th-That's right."

"Haa... what era are we in, and a nobody from the Unorthodox Faction... do you know how many tables and chairs you broke? And this dented floor too. How are you going to compensate?"

"Compensate... yo?"

I looked back at the innkeeper and asked.

"Mister. How much would it cost to restore all of this?"

The innkeeper glanced at the thugs and Gwak Yongbu and then said with courage.

"I-I think it will cost about two silver taels."

In the midst of this, a slight smile crossed Gwak Yongbu's face.

He seemed to think he could get over this situation with two silver taels.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard you well."

"Alright. I'll forgive you if you just give me a hundred silver taels."

"Wh-What did you say? Didn't that person just say two taels?"

To him, who asked with a pale face, I said in a voice as if he was asking something obvious.

"That's the money needed to restore the items. You threatened the innkeeper, right? Forty-eight taels for the mental damage compensation. And fifty taels for my trouble of moving because of you guys. A total of a hundred taels."

Gwak Yongbu's expression, far from being pale, had rotted away.

(End of Chapter)