The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 119

The reason Mok Wigun was training even though the match was tomorrow was because he had checked the match-up table.

As expected, it seemed someone had played a trick. Otherwise, there was no way that all four of the second-generation disciples would have been matched up against the main tournament qualifiers from last year.

'Even if they are main tournament qualifiers, it's not like we can't win.'

It's true that it's a tough opponent. But there's something to look forward to. The first is that the disciples' skills are on the rise. Since they are getting stronger day by day, he can have expectations.

The other is thorough preparation. For that, he had been investigating since right after the match-up table came out. About the individual competition participants that the second-generation disciples would face. Fortunately, since the opponents were main tournament qualifiers, they were famous.

'Thanks to that, it wasn't difficult to get information.'

Mok Wigun gathered the disciples and said.

"What did I say was the most important thing in martial arts?"

"Survival."

It was something he had repeated countless times. No matter how high and strong your martial arts are, if you die, it's over. Surviving is the most important thing. And each sect also knows that well, so they think defense is very important.

The more prestigious a sect is, the more solid and stable its defense is. There is no individual or sect that maintains its top position while neglecting defense. They all die before that happens.

"So the higher the martial art, the more dense and solid the defense is."

Various methods are used to break through that and win. Using fast speed, confusing the opponent's gaze, or pressing with strong force.

"Then let's start with the four people in the individual competition. From Gwak Wol."

Gwak Wol's opponent was a very orthodox swordsman. A warrior with stable offense and defense, and balanced strength and speed. So he was a tricky opponent.

"How can I win?"

Gwak Wol asked. It seems she wants to win.

"You can win if you're lucky."

"Pfft. What kind of answer is that?"

"Because that's the right answer."

The way for Gwak Wol to win is for her eccentricity to explode properly. Only then can she win. And for that, the best thing is to help her think flexibly.

"Alright. Here I go."

Mok Wigun held a wooden sword and faced Gwak Wol. And at the right time, he began to perform the most bizarre techniques he knew.

"Eek? Is this technique possible?"

"Ugh. This is a technique I've never seen before..."

Gwak Wol was delighted even while being hit. Seeing her smiling brightly while being hit was a little scary.

"How was it?"

"You know a lot of amazing things. Why didn't you teach me this?"

"Because you weren't ready yet."

Mok Wigun told her to tell him the common points of the techniques he had just performed.

"Huh? Common points? What? What?"

Gwak Wol couldn't find the answer even after thinking for a long time.

"What is it? I don't think there are any."

"It's a combination of two or more techniques."

"Aaaah!"

Gwak Wol suddenly shouted. And she poured out her words.

"That's right. That's right. I thought I had seen it somewhere. The one just now was a combination of the first half of the Poisonous Snake Spitting Blood and the middle technique of the Dragon Leaping Tiger Pouncing. The next one is..."

She tapped her head. Then she began to mutter something. Mok Wigun told the surrounding disciples to move away a little.

"She seems to be in a state of extreme concentration right now, so come this way."

The training ground of the manor was enormously large. Even after making space for Gwak Wol, the training space was wide.

"Next is Deungroe."

Deungroe's opponent was a fast-footed person. Mok Wigun trained him mainly on how to deal with that type of opponent.

And so, he told each person what would be helpful for tomorrow's match. And rather than saying it with words, he engraved it on their bodies.

'It's useless if you can't perform it even if you say it with theory for a hundred days.'

He made it so that the body would react on its own, not by thinking and moving with the head. Of course, to do that, a considerable amount of pain had to follow.

"Ugh!"

The scholar from his maternal family was so surprised that he jumped. And so, on the night before the competition, the training at the villa continued with screams.

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"What's there to see in this match?"

On the first day, there aren't that many spectators. Even if there are, they flock to the matches where prominent martial artists come out. Moreover, in a match with a large gap like this, there are almost no spectators.

But as is always the case anywhere, unexpected results are bound to happen.

"Chahat!"

The warrior swung his wooden sword at the side. But before his elbow was fully extended, the wooden sword was blocked by the opponent's staff.

'No. What kind of bear-like guy has such a sophisticated defense?'

The warrior felt like he was going crazy. The opponent's defense was not ordinary. He had never seen a guy with such a large build have such a solid defense.

He had shouted 'hurray' when the match-up table came out. It was because the first opponent was a second-generation disciple of the Zhongnan Sect. The Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly preliminaries are a very tough schedule. It was advantageous to save stamina by fighting a weak opponent if possible. But to think it was a guy who had just entered the martial world. He had considered him an easy opponent.

'Was his name Deungroe?'

He hadn't even looked at the name properly. Because he had thought it would be over soon. And when he first saw him, he was a little surprised. Because his build was enormous. But he had also faced many such large guys. It was obvious what guys with such a build were like.

They believed in their own strength and pushed with strong attacks. If he just dodged that appropriately and stabbed with an attack, he could easily bring a victory. But he soon realized that his thoughts were wrong after exchanging the first three techniques.

"Ugh."

Since his arms were long, his attack range was also very wide. When he extended his already long staff and struck from above, it felt like a club was falling from the sky.

"I'm going crazy."

An annoyed word came out naturally. He couldn't see any gaps. Moreover, the guy's stamina was also fresh. He had hardly sweated yet. Rather, it seemed he had consumed much more stamina by running around a lot.

'I have to see it through.'

If he was dragged along like this, it wasn't a win even if he won. If he won after using up all his strength, it would have a huge impact on the next match.

"Phew."

He was slowly starting to see the opponent's attack pattern. If the opponent always attacks in the same way, it's not difficult to find a way to break it.

'The technique of swinging horizontally, stabbing, and then when I retreat, he suddenly comes closer and strikes down.'

The time when he came closer was the opportunity. When facing a long staff with a sword, how you create the distance is important. If you just fight, the long staff is advantageous. So you have to dig into his arms and see it through.

The warrior waited calmly. And finally, the moment he had been waiting for came. The opponent swung horizontally and then stabbed at his head and torso. And when he retreated, he jumped forward.

'Now!'

The warrior also jumped forward and performed his specialty, the speed sword. Since they were approaching each other from both sides, the distance between the two narrowed in an instant. And the opponent's staff was not yet ready to attack. The warrior was confident of victory as he extended his sword.

Deungroe thought that today's duel was similar to the practice with Mok Wigun yesterday. So it was very comfortable. When he did as he had done yesterday, he saw that the opponent was flustered. And the words that Mok Wigun had said came to mind.

'When the opponent stops for a moment and rolls his eyes here and there, right? Then he's trying to do something different.'

And he had said that he would definitely jump towards him. And he had also told him how to deal with it. In fact, he had practiced that the most.

"Ugh!"

Thwack!

Deungroe, while slightly dodging the stabbing wooden sword, grabbed the opponent's neck with his hand. And he lifted the opponent and jumped into the air.

"Ugh!"

Deungroe, who had jumped into the air while shouting loudly. His opponent was dangling from his left hand, and he slammed the opponent, who had been held high in the sky, to the ground as he fell.

Thump!

"Wow!"

"Amazing. It's like a bear is slamming a person."

The spectators cheered. But the opponent, perhaps because of the shock of falling to the ground, had lost consciousness.

"Deungroe wins!"

The referee declared Deungroe's victory.

"Wow. I thought he would lose because he's a second-generation disciple, but he's amazing."

"Look at that physique. It's like seeing a Vajra warrior."

Deungroe's technique was not flashy, but it was intense. His movements were large and full of strength, so it was refreshing. It made the people's hearts feel something boiling.

"I'll have to see that friend's next match. His attack is refreshing and amazing."

That person remembered the name Deungroe. And the referee of that match shook his head.

"Aigo. What a disgrace for a main tournament qualifier from last year."

He muttered that the match-up was not good and that the opponent had been too careless.

At that time, Deungroe moved to see how the matches of his other colleagues had turned out. But he found Mun Geomyeong walking with a dejected face in the distance.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? It's Deungroe. Did you win?"

Deungroe said, putting a lot of strength into his forearm.

"I won. Uh-huh."

"I see. I lost. I just couldn't do it."

But suddenly, a warrior came running from behind.

"You're Mun Geomyeong, right? A second-generation disciple of the Zhongnan Sect."

"Ah. Yes."

It was the warrior who had just fought with Mun Geomyeong. He was a martial artist from this place but who was mainly active in Hubei, and he had run over as soon as he had finished the victory procedure.

"You. You were pretty good. I was almost in big trouble."

"I was pushed back one-sidedly. What."

"What? Is this guy making fun of me now?"

The warrior laughed heartily and then said.

"Hey. Do you know how surprised I was in the middle? If you had a little more experience and a higher level of internal energy, I would have lost."

He did not spare his praise, saying that Mun Geomyeong's skills were very outstanding.

"You have talent. Work hard. I think you'll become very famous later."

"Really?"

"Why would I talk nonsense? Hurry up and become famous. So that I can go around bragging that I beat that guy in the past."

The warrior laughed loudly and then left. Only then did Mun Geomyeong's expression brighten a little.

"Wait, isn't it about time for Wol's match now?"

"Huh. Is it?"

The two of them ran to watch Gwak Wol's match. And by the time they arrived at the 5th duel stage where Gwak Wol was having her match, a thunderous roar of admiration suddenly erupted.

(End of Chapter)