The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 11

However, only those with profound knowledge of martial arts and who had reached a high level could recognize it. To those who didn't know better, it just looked like he was dodging here and there.

"Phew. Isn't that too precarious? He'll collapse if he gets hit just once."

"How can just barely dodging and holding on be called martial arts?"

But the masters were quite surprised. It was because they saw the profound principles of martial arts embedded in Mok Wigun's movements.

"Oh my. How can that be?"

Daoist Master Cheongun of Wudang had been watching without much interest. Because he was someone who didn't like power struggles, the current situation didn't look very good to him.

But seeing Mok Wigun's movements, his mind snapped to attention. He had clearly seen it. Mok Wigun lightly dodging the second young master's attack while touching his arm and shoulder.

He deflected the opponent's attack like that and used that force to shock the opponent.

'Tai Chi? No. It's not Tai Chi.'

But he definitely saw the subtlety of Tai Chi. On top of that, there was a similar aspect to Wudang's Cotton Palm. So he looked at his disciples, but they were all looking elsewhere. They were all thinking of it as a sparring match between low-level fighters. When they should have been concentrating and watching.

Daoist Master Cheongun spoke to the Wudang disciples in a stern voice.

"You all watch this sparring match carefully!"

They had to see this and feel it. If they could gain learning from this, the disciples could achieve a higher level of accomplishment.

At Daoist Master Cheongun's words, the Wudang disciples were startled and corrected their posture. These were the words of Cheongun, who was called the top master of Wudang. They thought there must be something to it.

Thinking that and observing, other things came into the disciples' eyes. They were able to notice it because they were observing with the thought that there was something there.

"Master. Is the Third Young Master's current technique the Flower Grafting Art?"

A Wudang disciple asked.

"You have only seen half of it. Observe more closely."

When the disciples still couldn't grasp it properly, Daoist Master Cheongun explained it himself.

"The way he pushed the arm to deflect the attack just now is the Four Ounces Deflecting a Thousand Pounds."

Four Ounces Deflecting a Thousand Pounds. A technique that allows one to control a large force with a small force. Mok Wigun was demonstrating that advanced martial arts theory.

Thanks to that, he was deflecting all of the opponent's attacks without much effort. You could tell just by looking at his breathing. While Mok Wipyong was breathing heavily, Mok Wigun's breathing was not disturbed.

Daoist Master Cheongun was surprised by Mok Wigun's movements.

'Is that child really the third son of the Mok family? How can a child who has just turned twenty show the demeanor of a great master!'

While feeling surprised, Daoist Master Cheongun continued to explain for the sake of his disciples.

"You must read the flow well. If you can apply force to the exact point at the exact time, you can defeat a strong opponent with even a very small force."

In fact, Daoist Master Cheongun was not a good teacher. It was because he was a genius. If he explained this much, they should naturally understand, but the disciples couldn't.

That's why he had not yet taken in a direct disciple to whom he could pass on all his knowledge.

"The movement just now is exactly that. Do you understand?"

No one answered. Daoist Master Cheongun sighed.

"To not know even after I explain it like this. Tsk tsk."

He said that, but Daoist Master Cheongun knew well how difficult it was. Because he had taught many disciples over the years.

Even in Wudang, there are not many disciples who have properly learned the techniques of Four Ounces Deflecting a Thousand Pounds or the Flower Grafting Art. And learning it is not the end. To use it freely, one must train for decades and accumulate numerous experiences.

That's why Daoist Master Cheongun couldn't take his eyes off Mok Wigun's movements.

"You bastard!"

Mok Wipyong couldn't accept the current situation. It felt like he was about to be hit, but he kept dodging, which made him so angry he felt like he would go crazy. He didn't know what trick the guy was pulling, but this made no sense. In the meantime, Mok Wipyong's breathing became increasingly rough.

"But doesn't Young Master Mok Wipyong's skill seem a bit lacking? It seems like he should have finished it by now."

"I know, right. How long are they going to keep hitting and dodging like this?"

The surroundings also began to murmur, saying it was getting boring. Mok Wipyong became even more anxious.

This was the Mok Wigun he thought he could crush anytime. To show such a disgraceful appearance to that guy. So he had to knock him down as quickly as possible.

"Just take one hit! Please!!"

Mok Wipyong briefly caught his breath and then squeezed out his strength to pour out attacks. Now, you could even feel his killing intent.

At that sight, many people thought. It would be over soon, Mok Wipyong would win and Mok Wigun would collapse.

The reality was different. Mok Wipyong was almost at his limit. How could his stamina hold up when he had been continuously making such large-movement attacks by himself?

'It's the end now.'

Mok Wigun realized that the time had come to finish the sparring match. And a few masters in the hall also sensed it.

Mok Wigun received the attack and got in close.

"I'll show you the price of running your mouth."

"Ridiculous!"

Mok Wipyong ignored him and swung his fist widely, but that was his mistake. When you attack, your weaknesses are also revealed.

Mok Wigun skillfully dodged the attack and planted his fist on the opponent's chin. With that, the match was virtually over. Because Mok Wipyong was almost knocked out while standing.

The problem was that while Protector Jin Jaryun knew that, General Manager Jang Baekmun did not. Because the General Manager was not a martial artist.

So when Mok Wipyong spun around and fell like a log, he couldn't react immediately, and when Mok Wigun mercilessly beat the fallen Mok Wipyong, he couldn't stop him right away.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Mok Wipyong, collapsed on the floor. Mok Wigun, mounted on top of him, punching him mercilessly.

General Manager Jang Baekmun was flustered, Protector Jin Jaryun was intrigued, and Family Head Mok Seonkwang watched with an expressionless face.

"Stop!"

Sa Hongmyeong, who couldn't watch any longer, stepped up. But Mok Wigun didn't stop. He continued to punch, and Mok Wipyong just curled up, covering his face with his arms.

"I said stop!!"

Sa Hongmyeong rushed out and grabbed Mok Wigun's arm.

But Mok Wigun skillfully moved his arm and tried to shake him off using his own strength.

Sa Hongmyeong hurriedly drew out his internal energy and held on. If his reaction had been even a little late, he would have shown a disgraceful appearance in front of everyone. Sa Hongmyeong raised his voice as if to hide his embarrassment.

"Did you not hear me say stop?"

Only then did Mok Wigun turn his head to look at Sa Hongmyeong. And then he stood up with a start.

"Ah. I think I didn't hear because I was focused on the sparring match."

Sa Hongmyeong snorted. Ridiculous. There was absolutely no way.

It could happen in a tense situation. If even a slight lapse in concentration could lead to death, you wouldn't hear anything. But what was the situation now? It was a situation of one-sided beating.

"Oh my. It seems I used my hands a bit too excessively."

Mok Wipyong's face was a mess. But there was something more serious. The state of his face was not the problem.

He was utterly humiliated in front of so many people. He was miserably defeated by his younger brother who hadn't practiced martial arts for 10 years.

This was a fatal blow to Mok Wipyong, who was aiming for the position of the Mok family's successor.

"Wipyong!"

Lady Jin rushed out, her face pale. She embraced the unconscious Mok Wipyong and glared at Mok Wigun.

Mok Wigun said nonchalantly.

"Oh dear. He seems to have gotten a few scratches."

"What? A few scratches? Do you see this as just a little?"

Lady Jin's gaze was so fierce it looked like needles would shoot out of her eyes. But Mok Wigun just shrugged his shoulders.

"They're not such big wounds. Besides, what can be done when it happened during a sparring match?"

"Ha!"

As if it were absurd, Lady Jin couldn't speak. In the meantime, the General Manager helped Mok Wipyong up.

"Family Head. Are you just going to stand by and watch this?"

Lady Jin looked at the Family Head. But Mok Seonkwang seemed to find Lady Jin's action rather unpleasant.

"What is this rash behavior in front of everyone. Besides, getting injured to that extent is a common occurrence in the Martial World!"

Lady Jin bit her lip and then sharply turned her head away from the Family Head. Mok Wigun said to Lady Jin.

"Physician Pyeon's medical skills are outstanding, so I will call him to treat him."

"That's enough. Do you think we don't have a physician?"

She shouted that and then left with her son.

The atmosphere froze rapidly. The banquet ended abruptly like that. It would be ridiculous to continue the banquet in a situation like this, wouldn't it? Everyone said their awkward goodbyes and left the Mok family estate.

But an unexpected person approached Mok Wigun.

"I was very impressed with your martial arts."

It was Daoist Master Cheongun of Wudang. Next to him was the eldest son, Mok Wicheon. He was about to see him off, but it seemed Daoist Master Cheongun wanted to meet Mok Wigun.

"You praise me too much."

Daoist Master Cheongun didn't beat around the bush and spoke directly.

"Do you have any intention of learning martial arts at Wudang? As my disciple."

Mok Wicheon, who was next to him, was surprised and exclaimed.

"Martial Uncle! What are you saying?"

Cheongun, one of the top masters of Wudang. He had not taken a single direct disciple. There was talk even within Wudang. Shouldn't there be a disciple to inherit his true teachings?

But he had refused. Saying he couldn't teach if they weren't a vessel of that caliber. But that same Cheongun was now telling Mok Wigun that he would accept him as a disciple.

Mok Wigun answered immediately.

"I am grateful for your words, but I have no such intention."

This time, Mok Wicheon shouted again.

"What are you talking about?"

Why refuse? Daoist Master Cheongun was one of the top masters in the Martial World. A powerhouse recognized as being close to the Ten Great Masters. But to refuse the offer. Mok Wicheon couldn't understand.

But Mok Wigun said calmly.

"Although I am not formally registered, I have a deep connection with Zhongnan. Therefore, it is difficult for me to follow the Daoist Master's words."

At those words, Daoist Master Cheongun laughed heartily and stroked his beard. A look of satisfaction was immediately apparent on his face.

"I spoke too hastily without knowing the detailed circumstances."

If he had readily accepted, he would have been rather disappointed. But now that he saw him, didn't he seem like a child with a very upright character as well? Daoist Master Cheongun was liking Mok Wigun more and more.

"Even if it's not a master-disciple relationship, if there is a bond, it is only right to do so."

But it was a pity. He was coveted. And it wasn't that there was no chance yet. Because he hadn't completely entered Zhongnan.

"By the way, about the movements you showed earlier."

Daoist Master Cheongun asked a question.

(End of Chapter)