The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 61

Senior Brother Uncheol immediately took a deep breath and stood up.

"Phew, I'm going in."

"I'll always be watching, so don't worry too much."

"Okay."

Senior Brother Uncheol loosened his body a little and seemed to wrap his body with energy.

Whoosh!

He unfolded his footwork and ran towards the main gate of the Geoungbang with all his might, gathering a lot of energy in his legs.

And he kicked the door, exploding the gathered energy in one blow.

Kwaang!

Although the bolt was latched, the wooden bolt couldn't handle Senior Brother Uncheol's internal energy, so the door burst open. Success.

"Unorthodox Faction scum! We've come from Wudang to punish you. Come out right now!!"

My senior brother shouted so loudly that it echoed.

His voice was so loud that even though I was quite far away, my ears hurt from here.

Very good. At that volume, it will be clearly heard even in the innermost part of the Geoungbang.

Usually, the head of a group, such as a family head or a guild master, is in the innermost part.

He has to hear the voice himself and come out; if a subordinate delivers the message and he comes out to see the situation, he will come out late.

The later the guild master comes out, the longer my senior brothers will have to hold out.

"Who are you! Wudang? You must be crazy to want to die!"

"C-Captain! That Taoist bastard! He's in the same group as the Wudang Taoist who killed our captain! I don't know how he got here...!"

"You stupid fool. Of course, you were followed. Because you're so foolish, you couldn't even take care of such a young Taoist."

Perhaps because one of the three captains was close to the door at that time, he looked at Senior Brother Uncheol with a smiling face and said, "I was wondering how to find you, but you've revealed yourself like this. You've saved me the trouble. But, did you come alone? I heard there were several of you."

"I'm not alone. We're here too."

As soon as his words ended, the other senior brothers crossed the door that Senior Brother Uncheol had broken and entered the courtyard of the Geoungbang.

"Just four? Gather all the members of the right squad!"

"Yes!"

That guy must have been the right squad leader.

He called all his subordinates, and in an instant, quite a lot of people gathered.

Counting the numbers, it seems to be a little less than twenty.

Originally, the right squad was said to have fifteen, and since there were about five from the left squad who were missed, the numbers roughly match.

'The central squad is the guild master's direct squad, right?'

Although I'm most curious about their skills, since strong guys usually appear late, they haven't shown themselves yet.

Now that all the opponent's attention is focused on Senior Brother Uncheol. I hid my presence and quietly climbed over the courtyard wall.

Perhaps because I had unfolded my footwork so secretly, and because Senior Brother Uncheol was doing better than I had thought, I was able to avoid being caught by anyone.

As I moved to a place where the martial artists' gazes couldn't reach and moved inside the courtyard.

Chaeng!

The sound of weapons clashing echoed, and I looked there.

It was the sound that erupted when Senior Brother Uncheol easily blocked the sword swung by the right squad leader.

'Good. I don't need to worry too much about that side.'

I decided to trust my senior brothers' skills and went further inside.

Even if I look at it coldly, my senior brothers' current skills far surpass their skills.

Assuming that the guy called the right squad leader has similar skills to the left squad leader I killed, my senior brother can definitely beat that guy.

But judging from the sound I heard when the swords clashed just now, the guy called the right squad leader is similar to or a little weaker than the left squad leader.

Then there's no need to worry. If Senior Brothers Unjeong, Unsik, and Unmi just block the rest of the scum well, they won't get a single scratch.

'Never hesitate, Senior Brothers.'

Although my senior brothers couldn't hear me, I told them in my mind and then jumped onto a pavilion and looked down at the courtyard from above.

'There it is. There it is.'

The courtyard wasn't that wide, so even though it wasn't a very high pavilion, I could see everything at a glance.

And at the north end of the courtyard. I can see a martial artist who looks like a grunt running hurriedly into a low, wide building at the north end.

That place probably seemed to be where the guild master and the central squad were staying.

No one from that place seems to be thinking of coming out yet.

Although Senior Brother Uncheol had shouted so loudly, unfortunately, it seems they didn't hear.

Or they might not have moved even if they had heard.

Because when you get a title like guild master or grand master, your butt tends to get heavy.

Hwirik—

I lightly threw my body and landed on the only path leading from that pavilion to the entrance.

This is my advantage from the old days. My butt is not heavy.

Of course, I've never had such a great position, but I always moved first and moved until the very end.

That's probably why I was also in charge of a small armed force in the Martial Arts Alliance, but I wasn't very popular with my subordinates.

Because if I moved, they would have to move too.

"They're not coming out. Should I go in?"

As the waiting time gets longer, I'm starting to get a little annoyed.

As I said before, the longer I spend here, the longer my senior brothers will have to hold out on their own.

Of course, it's not that I don't trust my senior brothers' skills, but because the longer the fight, the higher the probability of a variable occurring.

A variable creates an unexpected accident, and an accident here means my senior brothers dying or getting hurt.

Although I usually push them around, I can't let my precious senior brothers get hurt.

I jumped from the pavilion at once, rolled on the ground to land, and dispersed the shock.

If my footwork training had been a little better, I would have just stood, but it's a pity.

Still, I kicked the ground with the rolling force and shot forward.

Feeling a considerable sense of speed, I extended my foot towards the pavilion's main gate with that speed.

Kwa-a-ang!

The door flew back coolly.

I was worried about what a disgrace it would be if the door didn't fly back, but I thought that unless it was an iron door, there was no way it wouldn't.

"Keu-eo-eo..."

"Eu-eok!"

But unexpectedly, two people were crushed by the door and are screaming.

One of them is the one who had run in here in a hurry a little while ago, and the other is someone I'm seeing for the first time.

He must be a member of the place called the central squad or something.

"Who are you!"

Someone shouted bravely.

I'm always curious about this point when I have a fight like this.

Why do they try to find out who the opponent is before fighting? If someone kicks the door and comes in, they should naturally be considered an enemy.

If you just give them a few stabs with a knife, they'll tell you who they are on their own.

Chwa-ak!

Instead of answering, I returned a sword strike.

My swordsmanship has already reached a considerable level in terms of speed, so it must have looked like a surprise attack to them.

"Th-This bastard!"

Chaeng chaeng!

They all drew their swords as if they were about to rush at me at any moment and glared at me.

But what can I do? I didn't intend to, but I'm in a very good position.

Because I was blocking the door, they were in a situation where they couldn't use the advantage of their numerical superiority.

Because at most, only two or three people could pass through the door anyway.

"One, two, three... eleven. What. Shouldn't there be twelve?"

I quickly counted the number of enemies, but one was missing.

I frowned and looked at the enemies' heads, but there wasn't a single bald one.

The apostate monk Tae-mun was said to have not grown his hair even after becoming an Unorthodox Faction member.

That leader hasn't shown himself yet.

"Is this what you call being full of leisure? Or did he run away?"

"Are you crazy? What are you saying. Kill him!"

The guy with spiky hair in the middle shouted at me.

That guy must be the captain of the central squad.

His martial arts level is clearly higher than the left squad leader I met yesterday and the right squad leader I saw earlier.

He seems to be worthy of being the captain of the guild master's direct squad.

But that doesn't change the fact that he's at a shabby Unorthodox Faction level.

Ping!

I kicked up the scabbard at the waist of the guy who was still groaning on the ground, and held his sword in my left hand.

Although I've never learned to use dual swords professionally, I'm someone who has trained in all eighteen kinds of weapons.

Against guys like this, dual swords that can use both hands are more effective.

Chae-jaeng-chaeng!

A total of three enemies rushed at me at once.

I deflected two swords with my right hand and one sword with my left hand.

The guys I deflected with my right hand were all pushed back more than one zhang, but the guy I deflected with my left hand, even though it was only one, was only pushed back half a zhang.

Because I haven't practiced putting my internal energy into my left hand much, it was awkward to put my internal energy into the sword.

Even at this moment, I blamed myself for neglecting to practice putting my internal energy evenly into both hands.

And yet, the thought that I still have a lot to train makes my heart feel refreshed.

A person should always have a humble heart and a desire to constantly improve like this.

Otherwise, they will become stagnant like those guys.

Kang! Sook!

Before the guys who were deflected to the right could even return, I quickly retrieved my right-hand sword and stabbed it into the chest of the guy on the left.

The guy, who hadn't even retrieved his sword yet, tried to block it with his hand, but where is a sword a weapon that can be blocked by a hand? The sword pierced through his hand and stuck in his chest before coming out again.

The moment he fell, one person suddenly jumped into that spot as if to fill the space, and I, as if to welcome the guy, struck down hard with my left hand this time.

Tta-ang!

"Keuk!"

Although it was my left hand with weak internal energy, the difference in the internal energy contained was different from the start.

The guy's grip was torn, and he dropped his sword, and in that instant, my right hand, which had been loaded like an arrow, stretched out and pierced his neck.

Thud—

In the time it takes to take a single breath, two people have already fallen.

The enemies are staring at me blankly as if time has stopped.

"I was so full of spirit earlier. Am I fighting too cowardly? By blocking the path like this?"

"......"

No one answers my words.

With the few clashes we had in an instant, they must have all realized.

The fact that they can't stop me.

"If you don't resist, I'll let you live. I'm not a murderer. Instead, you'll have to go to the authorities and pay for the crimes you've committed, right? To die, or to pay for your crimes. If you think about it, isn't the latter an absolutely good offer? They say it's better to live even if you roll in a pile of dog poop."

The subordinates roll their eyes and look at each other.

This is also a characteristic of Unorthodox Faction guys.

Even though they're the guild master's direct squad, they're supposed to be elites, but they can't transcend the death in front of them and only think of ways to live. So it's a little convenient for me.

"Those who are willing to surrender, throw down your swords and stick to the wall."

Chaeng-geu-reong— chaeng-geu-reong—

As if they were looking at each other for a moment, four of them threw their swords on the floor and stuck close to the wall.

Two were crushed by the door at first. And I killed two. Since four surrendered. Among the eleven, only three are facing me.

"Th-These incompetent things. You don't even think of fighting together...! After that guy dies, the next ones to die are you."

Fortunately, the guy who was the captain seemed to have some spirit.

He spat out curses and is gathering his internal energy with all his might.

His momentum is surprisingly fierce, to the point where it makes the guys who threw down their swords wonder if they should pick up their swords again.

"Tsk. The guy who picks that up again won't die a pretty death. I'll make you think that the guy who's bleeding here had a good death, so make your decision well."

At my words, the guys' pupils began to shake as if there was an earthquake.

It's a gamble.

Those guys have to make a life-or-death gamble.

Well, life is originally a series of choices. A choice to lose or gain something, big or small...

Cha-ak!

Two of the four seem to have bet on their captain.

They quickly pick up their swords and point them at me, glaring at me, which almost looks resolute.

I let out a deep sigh and said to the two of them, "It's a pity, customers."

"......?"

"You've lost."

(End of Chapter)