The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 39

"No, there's nothing difficult about it at all. Instead, you can't back out later saying it's nothing special after you find out."

"Of course. A Taoist doesn't speak with two mouths."

A bright smile bloomed.

He falls for the provocation so easily.

Well, where would a young Shaolin monk have ever received such a provocation?

And being young means that his mental cultivation is not yet complete.

Dealing with such brats is a piece of cake.

"Then what do you want from me when you win the match, monk?"

"I don't particularly want anything. If I win, it is enough for me if you just acknowledge how outstanding Shaolin's martial arts are."

"Alright. Let's do that. As expected, the martial monks of the Shaolin Temple are amazing. To realize non-desire like this."

"......"

Although I had praised him, the martial monk's expression became a little subtle.

He probably refused once out of courtesy and was going to say what he wanted if I asked again...

Trying to act all relaxed in front of me.

"But, is there a wooden sword? I use a sword, but it's a bit much to do it with a real sword."

"Use this."

At my words, another martial monk handed me a wooden sword.

Looking at the sword, it was clear that even a simple wooden sword was made with great care.

Usually, when you think of the Shaolin Temple, you think of fist arts or palm arts, but the Shaolin Temple also has a very profound martial art in swordsmanship.

No, to be precise, it would be correct to say that they have martial arts and weapon techniques for almost all weapons that exist in the martial world.

"Alright. If you're ready, please come this way."

The slightly angry-looking martial monk said, and at the same time, the other martial monks who had been listening to our conversation stopped their training and surrounded the center of the training ground, forming a circle.

'This, if I win, they're not going to retaliate, are they?'

I was worried for a very short moment, but I thought that the monks of the Shaolin Temple wouldn't be that petty.

"I am Il-jik of the Shaolin Temple. My lifelong study is the Shaolin Five Fists."

Hearing his story, he suddenly looks interesting.

The Shaolin Five Fists is a secret fist art of the Shaolin Temple that I am well aware of.

The number of people who can learn it in each generation is limited, and I heard that there are few people with the talent to learn the Shaolin Five Fists in the first place.

Therefore, the fact that he is training in the Shaolin Five Fists means that he is a quite recognized rising star within the Shaolin Temple.

The Shaolin Five Fists is a martial art created by Bodhidharma by imitating the movements of five animals: dragon, tiger, leopard, snake, and crane, and it is a martial art that cultivates the five things that make up a human being according to their forms: essence, strength, qi, bone, and spirit.

'It was amazing when I saw it once before. Who was it? Was it the martial art that Grandmaster Juhyeon used?'

When I saw the Shaolin Five Fists from a distance in my past life, I remember everything because Un Gwang, who was next to me, had explained it.

Grandmaster Juhyeon had learned the Shaolin Five Fists to its extreme and had beaten hundreds of the Demonic Cult's minions to death.

Although he was killed by that bastard Mok Hwa-shin.

"I am Unhwi, a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect. The martial art I mainly use is the Taiji Sword Art."

I politely clasped my hands and then continued.

"By any chance, what is your relationship with Grandmaster Juhyeon?"

"Do you know my master?"

"Aha, so you were his disciple. It's nothing special, but I happened to hear a rumor that his Buddhist power is deep, so although our religions are different, I have deeply admired him."

"My master would be pleased to hear that."

I mumbled something and then took my stance.

No matter how great the Shaolin Five Fists is, I wasn't that scared of him.

'The fact that he fell for my provocation means that he hasn't properly learned the Shaolin Five Fists yet.'

The Shaolin Five Fists is a martial art that cultivates the body and mind together.

That's why when you learn it to its extreme, your mind becomes as calm as a high monk who has achieved great enlightenment, and you can control your emotions.

But, the fact that he gets angry at a shallow provocation like a moment ago means that his mental cultivation is lacking.

He's just a rookie.

"Let's begin. I will yield the first move."

"Yes. Thank you for your consideration."

And he doesn't even know how to hide his inner thoughts.

Yielding the first move means he wants to see my martial arts first.

The reason why he, no, the young martial monks of the Shaolin Temple, wanted to create a sparring match with me is probably one.

'They must want to see Wudang's martial arts in advance.'

Because if they know Wudang's martial arts in advance through me and study them until next year's Dao-Buddhist Great War, they can significantly increase their chances of winning.

Some might ask if a monk would use such a petty trick, but if they knew how much effort the Shaolin Temple puts into taking control of the martial world, they wouldn't say such a thing.

'For you guys, there's a perfect sword art. I'll deal with you with the Un Family Sword Art.'

For the first time in a long time, I took the starting posture of the Un Family Sword Art, not the starting posture of the Wudang Sect's swordsmanship.

This starting posture, where you bend your knees to slightly lower your stance and hold the sword with both hands, extending your arms straight.

When I changed my posture, Monk Il-jik's eyes narrowed a little.

The starting posture of the Un Family Sword Art is very similar to the starting posture of the Three Talents Sword Art.

That's why he might feel like I'm ignoring him.

Paat—!

When he was lost in his thoughts.

I kicked off the ground and swung my sword horizontally, approaching him.

Shashashak—!

The sword, which was clearly one, suddenly turned into at least several swords when it reached him, revealing its sharp blades to him all at once.

He, who was clenching both his fists, waited without moving until my sword reached him.

Pabak!

He moved his fists and legs skillfully and blocked all of my swords.

My first impression of clashing with his fists was, 'His body is really well-trained.'

Is that the real effect of the Muscle-Tendon Change Classic? His muscles are elastic, his bones are as hard as steel, and his eyes are so good that I can feel him following all of my swords with his gaze.

Hoo-wook!

After deflecting all of my swords, his fist immediately came at me, cutting through the air.

Since he had yielded the first move, it was a fierce fist that seemed to say there would be no more yielding.

I realized that the destructive power contained in the fist was unusual and moved my feet to dodge rather than block it.

If you were to pick the biggest advantage a swordsman has over a martial artist who uses fists or palm arts, it would be the range.

I pulled my body back just enough so that his fist wouldn't reach, but my sword would.

Bwoong!!

A fist brushed right past my nose, and the fist wind created by the fist was thrown at my face.

As if riding that wind, I naturally retreated one more step, then kicked off the ground with force and extended my arm again, swinging my sword horizontally.

Thwack!

A dull sound came from Il-jik's hand, which had blocked my sword.

He couldn't properly clench his fist, as if his left hand had been shocked.

He probably couldn't properly resolve the shock because it was a sword swung at the moment he had lost his balance.

I don't know how long it will take to recover, but for now, a weakness has been created.

And not exploiting a weakness is not the courtesy of a warrior.

Because they might think you're not doing your best and are ignoring them.

Hoo-hook!

This time, a thrusting attack.

The place I'm aiming for is not Il-jik's torso, but his left arm.

He blocked my thrust with his fist, which he couldn't even move properly due to the pain.

Jjeong!

A sound of something exploding was heard as the energy and energy clashed.

"Keuk."

And, a very small but audible groan from him.

That sound is proof that the spar is going very well for me.

Not missing the opportunity, I continued to throw my sword at him.

Although the Un Family Sword Art is literally a third-rate sword art, it's not that I didn't gain anything from learning and practicing the Un Family Sword Art to its extreme.

After practicing only three things—slashing, striking down, and thrusting—for my whole life, my basics became so solid that they were at the level of granite.

To put it simply, I had reached a state where I could draw my sword in any direction from any posture.

But, Il-jik was also not ordinary, and he continued to block my sword even while in pain.

He must be quite flustered.

Because a little kid who seems to have started learning martial arts not long ago is using a sword so skillfully.

And on top of that, since I'm not using any of the Wudang Sect's martial arts that they wanted to see, and am only dealing with him with basics, his bewilderment will be doubled.

Paat—

After swinging my sword excitedly for a while, I once again stepped on my footwork and moved away from him.

Unlike me, who had no damage other than my hair being a little disheveled from the intense movement, Il-jik's both arms were already red and swollen.

I looked at him and said, "Can you do more?"

"Of course."

He nodded his head immediately with a firm expression.

The pain from his arms must be unusual, but it seems his pride won't allow him to stop here.

'Does pride feed you or something?'

Since he's learning the Shaolin Five Fists and was the first one to step forward so confidently today, he seems to be the leader among the martial monks of that generation, but to be honest, I'm a little disappointed.

I don't know why our Wudang keeps losing to these guys... I don't think I don't know.

Thinking about it, our senior brothers were also serious. It's a good thing I'm diligently reforming their minds.

"Then I'm coming again."

"Anytime!"

I stepped on my footwork again and swung my sword.

Pagak!

Il-jik, who blocked the sword with his fist again.

But this time, the sound is unusual.

He began to properly display the Shaolin Five Fists that he had been saving until now.

If until a moment ago, he had just been blocking with his fists, now he is spreading his fingers and taking the shape of a beast's claws.

'Leopard Fist. It's the Leopard Fist's Power Training.'

The most suitable fist art among the Shaolin Five Fists to deal with a sword.

Actually, it's closer to a claw art than a fist art, but since the creator named it a fist art, it's a fist art.

I immediately approached him.

I don't know if Il-jik knows and is using it, but the claw art has one big weakness.

The fact that you can't use the 'thrust', which is the fastest and simplest attack in fist arts.

A fist art that can't thrust forward can be dealt with by sticking close.

Hoo-woong!

I display the third form of the Un Family Sword Art, 'Gradually Denser'.

It's called 'Gradually Denser', but in the end, it's just the 'Eight Directions Wind and Rain' of the Three Talents Sword Art made into a straight line. To put it simply, a continuous thrust.

But, this simple-looking attack has a great effect in a situation like this.

Because although the claw art has a strength in blocking linear attacks, it's hard to block point-like attacks.

Peobeobeok!

In an instant, the sword is stabbed into Monk Il-jik's chest several times.

His body staggered greatly.

It was a wooden sword, so it was fine, but if it had been a real sword, it would have been a power that couldn't have avoided a big injury.

I thought he would give up at this point, but Monk Il-jik immediately took his stance and started punching me.

'That's right. It's no fun if you give up here.'

A slugfest that followed after that.

Blocking each other's attacks, allowing hits, and attacks clashing with each other.

After exchanging dozens of blows, the momentum slowly began to tilt in my favor.

Setting aside the level of internal energy or martial arts, the experience of living by eating sword rice in the martial world is incomparable.

"Eu, euk...!"

As the number of times I allowed my sword to hit increased, Monk Il-jik's face crumpled.

Even though my victory was already certain, he couldn't accept his defeat as if he had never even considered it, and he started to act recklessly.

'I'll have to finish it.'

Although it's a little different from my plan to finish the spar peacefully, I thought it was time to stop this meaningless fight.

Hwi-ik—!

I deliberately made a big move and gave a feint towards his ankle.

It was a move that he would never have fallen for in normal times, but he, who was excited from being beaten by my sword, was so easily distracted by the feint.

Pagak!!

I put a lot of internal energy into my left hand, which was not holding the sword, and extended my palm from Monk Il-jik's blind spot, striking his temple hard.

"Keuheuk..."

He made a strange sound for a moment and tried to hold on without losing consciousness.

Thud—

In the end, he couldn't help but collapse and lie on the floor.

'You're still ten years too early, kid.'

Swallowing the words I could never say out loud, I sheathed my sword.

When I slowly turned my head, everyone was looking at me with an expression of disbelief.

I had a thought that I had taught the martial monks of Shaolin well about Wudang.

(End of Chapter)