The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 296

Seo Mun-jong-tak, without any delay, came straight up to the duel stage.

His confident gait was strangely displeasing to the eye.

"You must have something to believe in."

Without even thinking about how his uncle was feeling, Seo Mun-jong-tak was smiling leisurely.

"I can't beat you."

"You know that well?"

"But, even if I can't beat you, in the next fight..."

"In the fight, what?"

"You will be defeated."

The bastard clearly stopped himself from saying something.

As I was thinking about what that could be, something suddenly flashed through my mind.

'You will die. Was it this?'

I think it's quite possible.

The Seo Mun family has a tendency to risk their lives for the honor and pride of their family, compared to their actual skills and power.

I thought that perhaps the reason Seo Mun-wang-ryang had confidently created this place and set the condition that I had to fight him was to kill me here and regain his honor.

Of course, if that happened, my master would not stand by, and the Wudang Sect would not stand by either.

But isn't the pretext good? It would be enough to say that he couldn't control his strength during the duel.

And one more thing.

As it is now, the picture is not good for him to kill me.

'To create a situation where it's okay to kill me...'

I suddenly looked at Seo Mun-jong-tak in front of me.

I think that Seo Mun-wang-ryang might be a more terrible bastard than I thought.

Although I think it's probably not true... what if Seo Mun-jong-tak is seriously injured or dies at my hands?

Then wouldn't the martial world acknowledge it even if Seo Mun-wang-ryang were to be harsh with me?

Because from ancient times, revenge was said to be the best pretext.

"What are you thinking so much about? Your opponent is me. Look at me straight!"

The bastard spat out his words as if he were growling.

But there is one thing that makes me wonder. No matter how much I think about it, 'how?' doesn't come to mind.

Judging from Seo Mun-jong-tak's personality and the appearance he has shown, he doesn't seem to be a bastard who would willingly give up his life, and I can't think of any other way.

"You're uglier than I thought."

"What?"

"Your face, I mean. When I first saw you, I thought you had a manly and good impression. But looking closely, it's not good at all."

"What are you saying now...!"

"When I first saw you, you were making a good expression, so I guess I saw it that way. But look at your face now. What kind of expression are you making?"

Of course, since there is no mirror here, he cannot see his own face.

"What are you two talking about so much? Start now."

Our conversation was interrupted by Seo Mun-wang-ryang's words.

And Seo Mun-jong-tak, who immediately takes an attack posture.

He doesn't rush at me, but carefully aims for my opening.

"I'll teach you one thing to keep in mind when you have a duel in the future. If a weak person wants to increase their chances of winning even a little, they should never wait for the opponent's attack. You have to pour out the best attack you can, and pour it out again, to create even a small opening to have even a small chance of winning."

"......"

Although I spoke with all my heart, the bastard did not answer my words at all.

I think that right now, even if I were to tell Seo Mun-jong-tak the oral formulas of martial arts, he would not believe them.

"Yes. If you don't want to listen, don't listen. Let's finish this quickly."

As I was speaking, I was slowly putting energy into my sword, so I immediately performed a movement technique and rushed at him, swinging my sword.

With a tteong! sound, Seo Mun-jong-tak's sword was lifted upwards, and in the gap where the bastard couldn't bring his sword down again, I swung my sword towards his chest.

And at the same time, I immediately think of the next move and step on the movement technique at the same time.

Because the sword that had just been aimed at his chest was not really intended to cut Seo Mun-jong-tak, but to make him retreat.

That's why the speed of that sword was not the maximum speed I could exert.

Now, if Seo Mun-jong-tak retreats, I have already finished the plan to approach him at the same speed and strike his solar plexus with my left fist, which is not holding a sword. But.

The bastard's body, which should have retreated, suddenly stopped.

Seo Mun-jong-tak, as if his legs were stuck to the ground, could not perform a movement technique backwards, and the trajectory of my sword was accurately passing through his chest.

At this rate, the moment my sword was about to split the bastard's heart.

"Eup!"

I, pulling up the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art that I had been gathering without using until now, clashed it in the opposite direction of the flow of my true qi.

Although I had the illusion that I heard a kwang! sound inside me, fortunately, with that shock, I was able to stop my sword just before cutting Seo Mun-jong-tak.

"Keuk."

But with that shock and rebound, I suffered a not-so-small internal injury.

Even so, it was to this extent because I had gained enlightenment about the Six Yang Divine Art a little while ago; if it had been before that, I would not have been able to stop my sword and would have split Seo Mun-jong-tak in half, or even if I had stopped the sword, I would have suffered a considerable internal injury.

"Huh, heok..."

At that time, I heard the sound of Seo Mun-jong-tak gasping for breath.

Seo Mun-jong-tak must have felt like he had just been to the threshold of the underworld.

My sword, after digging into the hem of the bastard's clothes, stopped after digging into his skin a little.

I can see a little blood flowing from between the bastard's torn clothes.

"I thought... you would naturally avoid... this much."

I, while controlling my internal injury, barely opened my mouth, pretending to be fine on the outside.

But Seo Mun-jong-tak is still in a daze.

The bastard seemed to have lost the will to fight with just that one move.

"I-I didn't fail to dodge."

At that time, a crawling sound came out of Seo Mun-jong-tak's mouth.

"What?"

"I didn't do it. I tried to dodge. No, I definitely thought I could dodge. But..."

"But... what?"

"Something grabbed my foot. Wasn't it you who did it?"

I slightly rolled my eyes and looked at Seo Mun-jong-tak's foot.

But I found that the clothes on Seo Mun-jong-tak's Seung-san acupoint, that is, right below the calf muscle, were unnaturally sunken.

If that position is stimulated for a moment, the leg cannot move as if it were temporarily paralyzed.

And the direction the clothes were sunken in... was the direction Seo Mun-wang-ryang was standing.

Although I thought 'no way' inwardly, Seo Mun-jong-tak's expression is now on the verge of tears.

He must be clearly remembering the pain he felt in his calf just now.

-You foolish bastard. Forfeit now.

"What?"

-If I speak to you through sound transmission, you should also do it through sound transmission. You clueless thing. Don't you know how to do sound transmission?

-I-I know.

-Judging from your reaction, it seems it wasn't something you agreed to.

-So what?

-I'm talking about your uncle trying to kill you a little while ago.

-Why would my uncle?!

His expression was one of absolute disbelief at my words.

Well, if it were me, I would be the same. Why would the uncle who had been encouraging him until a little while ago suddenly...

-He must have tried to create a pretext to take revenge on me by killing you. If he was lucky, it might have ended with you being seriously injured without dying at my hands. But you also know, right? If I hadn't stopped my sword a little while ago, you would have definitely died.

-Th-That's ridiculous.

-You're talking to me through sound transmission in the midst of this because you think it's a plausible story, right? Isn't that so? The reason you couldn't dodge my sword because your calf suddenly stung was because your uncle shot a finger flick at your calf. Your Seo Mun family is also famous for finger flicks, right?

-Th-That's right...

-Did your uncle perhaps promise to kill me for you during today's duel?

Seo Mun-jong-tak's eyes widened and he looked at me.

I don't even need to hear the answer to know what the situation was.

At that time, the murmuring of the surrounding spectators began to grow louder.

Well, for the common people who don't know our current situation and don't know martial arts well, they must be wondering what this situation is.

Because it's a situation where we're having a staring contest with each other in the middle of a fight.

-So hurry up and forfeit and go down. That's the way for you to live. Or should I cut off an arm?

As I deliberately spoke in a threatening voice, he trembled all over and then sent me a sound transmission.

-What should I do? My uncle is trying to kill me...

-To be precise, your uncle is not trying to kill you, but to have you killed by my hand. So if you just get off this duel stage, you won't die. That's why I told you to forfeit quickly. Because I don't know what will happen to you if we clash one more time.

His eyes flashed as if he had gained a great enlightenment.

In fact, the reason I told the bastard to forfeit quickly was because of me.

Because right now, with my internal injury, if I attack him passively so as not to kill him, I might get hit by a sword by bad luck.

Because it would be a big failure if Seo Mun-jong-tak's attack came in when I didn't swing my sword, judging that Seo Mun-wang-ryang would not interfere.

-A-Alright.

Fortunately, he couldn't think deeply because of the shock that he had almost been killed by his uncle, and he suddenly raised both his hands and shouted, "I-I forfeit. I forfeit!"

Then a big murmur erupted from the surroundings.

Seo Mun-jong-tak is known to be the most skilled in martial arts among the three next-generation talents who hang out together.

So they were thinking they could see a more wonderful duel than the previous two fights, but since he suddenly said he was forfeiting, complaints could not help but erupt.

I openly turned my head and looked at Seo Mun-wang-ryang.

Seo Mun-wang-ryang's expression was quite a sight.

Right now, he is covering his embarrassment and sense of failure with the shamelessness that he did everything for the sake of his family, so his face has become a grotesque one, as if one person is making several expressions at the same time.

Seo Mun-jong-tak hurriedly went down the duel stage and, instead of going to his side, sat down where Ak Sang-cheol and Jin Seol-woo were sitting, a little away from Seo Mun-wang-ryang.

Just from that, I could tell that Seo Mun-jong-tak's heart had instantly moved away from Seo Mun-wang-ryang.

Of course. No matter how much he revered his uncle, who would be able to think the same as before when he tried to have him killed?

At that time, Seo Mun-wang-ryang performed a movement technique and, stepping on the air, drew the attention of the people and came up to the duel stage.

"What have you done to my nephew? Now all that's left is to face me."

I, looking at Seo Mun-wang-ryang, who was trying to start a duel with me in a hurry, clicked my tongue and, raising my hand, deliberately said in a loud voice, "I will rest for half a shichen (1 hour)!"

"What did you say?"

"Senior! I have just faced three martial artists and have used a lot of internal energy! Shouldn't you give me some time to regain my energy to be fair?"

"There was no such promise when we first set the rules of the duel."

"That's true. But do you want to win against this junior by doing this? If you have to win against me even by having a wheel fight... I think it would be faster for me to just forfeit here."

"This...!"

He was about to get angry for a moment, but he heard the murmuring from the surroundings.

"That's right. Even just by generation, the Wudang Taoist is much lower, so this can't be called fair."

"If he insists on forcing it, isn't that as good as saying he's going to persecute Taoist Unhwi?"

Thanks to me deliberately speaking in a loud voice, the spectators here came to agree with my words.

I rather used the people he had gathered to humiliate me.

"Keu-eung... alright. Let's meet here again after half a shichen."

He answered that he would, and after showing me a leisurely smile, he went down the duel stage first.

That bitter smile seemed to be saying this to me.

'I already know about your internal injury. You won't be able to recover in half a shichen anyway.'

To be honest, I also know that fact well.

But there's nothing I can do. For now, I have no choice but to do qi circulation for at least one shichen (2 hours).

Although I felt a pain as if my intestines were being torn, I, trying my best not to show it on the outside, came down from the training ground and barely went to my master's side.

"Hwi-ya! What on earth is this...!"

My master had also been watching this whole process from the beginning, but it was such a secret finger flick that even he hadn't noticed.

Because even I, who was right in front of him, hadn't noticed him shooting the finger flick.

I briefly explained this situation to my master through sound transmission.

My master hurriedly placed his hands on my shoulder and abdomen, checked my body condition, and then said, "The internal injury is more serious than I thought."

"I know, right? It's a relief I didn't cough up blood. For now, I have to try to control the internal injury for one shichen. Could you please stand guard for me? I think I have to start right away since time is short."

I hurriedly sat down in a cross-legged position.

But my master is thinking about something for a moment.

The moment I was about to rush my master because the situation was urgent.

"There is one way."

"What way?"

"A way to recover from the internal injury within one shichen."

"What is that way?"

"It's medicine that heals internal injuries. And if it's an effective elixir, it can heal internal injuries."

My master, taking out a small box from his bosom, said, "It's sooner than I thought, but I think now is the time to take the Heavenly Transformation Pill."

(End of Chapter)