The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 294

Around the time Unhwi was in the midst of training with Hyeon Yang, there were two people who were also undergoing hellish training not far from him.

"Again! Straighten your back. It's not up yet. Not yet!"

"Hee-eup...!"

"Stand straight!"

In fact, the protagonists of the scene, which would not be strange to be called torture rather than training, were Seo Mun-wang-ryang of the Seo Mun family and his nephew, Seo Mun-jong-tak.

"How can you perform the Jung-ga-kwon without even being able to maintain that posture? Do you not have that much will, and no thought?"

"Keu-heup..."

"That's enough. Stop!"

Was it because he had been hearing harsh words continuously? Seo Mun-jong-tak, who had been unable to perform the posture properly, was able to maintain the posture that Seo Mun-wang-ryang had ordered, as if he were using all his strength.

For a moment, joy flashed in Seo Mun-wang-ryang's eyes as he looked at such a Seo Mun-jong-tak.

Seo Mun-wang-ryang struck Seo Mun-jong-tak with the stick he was holding, and Seo Mun-jong-tak, unable to maintain the posture any longer, collapsed on the floor.

"Ugh... Uncle. It hurts so much."

"Learning while being beaten by me now will be one less blow you receive from that Wudang Taoist bastard in front of countless people in a few days."

"I can crush such a nosy Taoist. I just couldn't face him last time because I was ambushed, but if we fight properly..."

"Ugh!"

"I thought I had raised my nephew as a martial artist who could distinguish right from wrong, but now I see he has become a common martial artist with only pride and no ability."

"Uncle!"

"Don't even call me that!"

As Seo Mun-wang-ryang said that and raised his stick, Seo Mun-jong-tak flinched and ducked his head.

Seeing that, Seo Mun-wang-ryang clicked his tongue.

He quickly forgot the joy he had felt a little while ago when he had performed the posture of the Jung-ga-kwon, one of the Seo Mun family's unique martial arts.

'Why am I thinking of that unlucky bastard at a time like this...'

He, without realizing it, began to compare his nephew to the Unhwi he had seen a few days ago.

Unhwi was confident in front of him, no matter what he said.

And he thought that his skills would surely follow.

Because he had a hunch that Unhwi's confidence was not just empty words, but was based on his skills.

But when he came to see his nephew, Seo Mun-jong-tak, after meeting Unhwi, there was not a martial artist, but a brat who had not yet become an adult.

'Come to think of it, all of this happened because of this bastard.'

He felt a surge of anger again as he looked at Seo Mun-jong-tak's face.

In the first place, he himself was also at fault for granting his request, but he was a person who did not even think about his own faults.

"If this matter is somehow resolved, don't hang out with those dregs again. No, don't even come near Kaifeng unless you're going to see the Alliance Leader!"

"Uncle! What do you mean, dregs? They are my friends."

"Friends, my foot! Those who hang out together, bully next-generation talents from unremarkable families, pick fights with other people, and go around drinking are not friends, but a disgrace. They are people who will surely tarnish your reputation in the future."

"One is from the Shandong Ak family, and the other is from the Guangdong Jin family. I have carefully selected only the children of prestigious families and made friends with them."

"This bastard is talking back to the end. So, because you are the descendants of prestigious families, have you shown actions that befit that?"

"What have we done so wrong..."

Seo Mun-jong-tak, as if he still didn't understand what he had done wrong, continued to talk back to Seo Mun-wang-ryang without end.

The more Seo Mun-jong-tak talked, the more angry Seo Mun-wang-ryang became, and in the end, he shouted at Seo Mun-jong-tak.

"This bastard! You're talking back to the end! Forget about training today, let's settle this today!"

Seo Mun-wang-ryang, in an instant, performed a movement technique and rushed at Seo Mun-jong-tak.

Seo Mun-jong-tak, in the midst of that, tried to escape somehow, but it was almost impossible to overcome Seo Mun-wang-ryang's movements, and in the end, he was caught and thoroughly beaten all over his body by Seo Mun-wang-ryang's fists.

"Keu-heup... it, it hurts so much. Uncle."

He, who had been beaten for a long time, even showed tears as if he were sad.

Seo Mun-wang-ryang, roughly putting him down, said in a cold voice, "Stop being a baby and get up. I didn't even hit you that hard."

"Sob, sob..."

"Can't you get up?!"

As Seo Mun-wang-ryang shouted, Seo Mun-jong-tak stood up with a start.

"There are only a few days left until the public duel. We will complete the Jung-ga-kwon by that day. If you can't even complete that..."

He trailed off.

In fact, both Seo Mun-wang-ryang and Seo Mun-jong-tak knew what words would follow, but he deliberately did not say them.

"Anyway, for these few days, think of yourself as dead and train! If you seem to be losing strength, you'll be beaten again!"

"Y-Yes, yes. Uncle!"

Seo Mun-jong-tak hurriedly answered and, fumbling, tried to get back into the posture he had been training in earlier.

Seo Mun-wang-ryang, looking at such a nephew, sighed softly.

***

A similar incident to what had happened in the Seo Mun family also occurred in the Guangdong Jin family and the Shandong Ak family.

The only difference was that they were severely scolded by the elders of other families, not by the person who had been asked.

Especially in the Shandong Ak family, the reaction was fierce.

In fact, Ak Sang-cheol is almost like a disowned child.

Because he lacked talent in the first place, and his personality was timid, so it was judged that he was not the vessel to become the family head.

But Ak Sang-gil is different.

Even at a young age, he is already building a reputation by performing big and small missions in the Martial Alliance, and he is showing considerable prominence among the next-generation talents, so the Shandong Ak family was thinking of him as the next family head and was supporting him.

But because of his worthless younger brother, he was caught and almost died, so how his heart must have sunk.

Moreover, what he disliked even more was that the future of the family, who had been helplessly captured by the assassin bastards, was saved by a Wudang Taoist he was trying to harm.

'If this continues... the Shandong Ak family will surely become a laughingstock.'

So the Shandong Ak family also sent an elder of the family to Ak Sang-cheol to train him.

However, he received much worse treatment than Seo Mun-jong-tak.

Because he had no expectations in the first place, he was literally made to roll on the ground and receive training.

It was closer to bullying than training.

'After this incident, there was an order from the family head to return to the main house.'

And whether he wins or loses in this public duel, he was forced to return to the main house in Shandong.

Seo Mun-jong-tak had lost a friend like that.

Meanwhile, the Guangdong Jin family was similar, but a little different.

The person Jin Seol-woo had brought in was not a family member, but the Snow-Stepping Swordsman, who had a deep friendship with his father.

The Guangdong Jin family head sent a person to both the recuperating Snow-Stepping Swordsman and Jin Seol-woo.

"Young Master. This is from the family head."

Jin Seol-woo received the bundle sent by his father's faithful servant and untied it.

Inside were a precious sword and an elixir.

Although it was not a very outstanding elixir, it was undoubtedly an elixir that could make Jin Seol-woo one step stronger at his current level.

Jin Seol-woo was all smiles upon receiving it.

In fact, he had thought he would be scolded terribly by his father, but instead, he was given a sword and an elixir to fight well in the public duel, so he couldn't help but be happy.

But that was not all that his father's servant had brought.

"And Young Master. There is something else that the master sent with it. Would you like to receive it now?"

"Yes. If there's anything else, give it to me quickly."

The moment his words ended, the Guangdong Jin family martial artist's hand moved like lightning and slapped Jin Seol-woo's cheek, and Jin Seol-woo, at the same time as a flash of light in front of his eyes, began to feel a tremendous pain.

"What is this..."

Jja-ak!

"Keu-heok!"

On the second slap, the inside of Jin Seol-woo's cheek burst, and blood trickled out.

Jja-ak!

And on the third slap, Jin Seol-woo's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

A little while later, he, who had come to his senses from the pain of his swollen cheek, flinched upon seeing that the martial artist who had beaten him a little while ago was still next to him.

"Fortunately, you fainted after only three slaps. The family head also sent a message to beat you until you fainted, Young Master. He hopes you will come to your senses."

Jin Seol-woo nodded his head without reservation.

Right now, he felt as if he had already become a new person.

"And I have one more thing to tell you. If you show a disgraceful appearance in the public duel... I will come to see you one more time."

The martial artist, leaving only those words, disappeared.

Jin Seol-woo, trembling with fear, got up to train with a mouth that couldn't even close properly.

And he also carefully took the elixir.

Hoping that through this elixir, he would not have to face the same pain as a little while ago again.

***

A week passed after meeting Seo Mun-wang-ryang, and finally, today.

It is finally the day of the public duel.

My master and I woke up early in the morning, trained as usual, ate breakfast, and headed to the front of the Martial Alliance.

It was truly a hellish past week.

I repeated waking up, training, eating, training, and eating.

At night, I originally intended to do qi circulation without sleeping, but because I had moved my body so violently, I couldn't endure it at night without sleeping.

I even tried to do qi circulation little by little while sleeping with the sleeping divine art, but I was so focused on training that even that was not possible.

That's not to say that my internal energy had not developed at all.

In the first place, the reason I had moved my body and trained like this was to absorb the energy of the Great Return Pill that was still scattered throughout my body.

Fortunately, over the past week, I was able to absorb a certain amount of energy, and my internal energy also increased quite a lot.

At this rate, I even thought that the time to consume the Heavenly Transformation Pill might be sooner than I thought.

"No, master... I'm not seeing things, am I?"

And so, we arrived in front of the Martial Alliance.

As soon as I arrived at this place, which I had come to again after a week, I had no choice but to rub my eyes and doubt what I was seeing.

"You're... seeing it correctly. To be honest, I also can't believe if this is real."

The reason we were so surprised... was because a duel stage had suddenly been installed in this place, which had been an empty lot.

Moreover, it was not a duel stage made roughly with wood, but a very sturdy one made of stone.

And around it, many chairs were also installed so that the audience could sit and watch.

"Could it be that the Martial Alliance Leader prepared it?"

The moment my master said that to himself, our curiosity was immediately resolved.

"This was installed by our Seo Mun family."

Because Seo Mun-wang-ryang came forward and told my master.

His attitude was completely different from when I had seen him a few days ago.

Is it because there are many other people around? He is very polite and courteous.

To me, who knows his true nature, his pretense felt like it was piercing the sky.

"If the Seo Mun family puts their mind to it, they can build a duel stage like this overnight. Since we're having a public duel, wouldn't it be good to do it properly?"

He said it as if he wanted to say, 'This is the power of the Seo Mun family!'

But Seo Mun-wang-ryang, who said that, is a little ridiculous.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, I think I can exert more strength. I will do my best."

I, with a very, very polite attitude, expressed my gratitude to him with a fist and palm salute, and his face crumpled for a moment.

But I, even at that expression, smiled broadly.

And I thought.

That I would make him make an expression that was much more crumpled than the one a little while ago.

(End of Chapter)