The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 121

Pyon Juksu was very excited. The guy has a morbid love for new and strange things. When he finds out about such things, he's a guy who tries to confirm them somehow and digs into them.

But a martial artist stronger than the ones he had met so far had appeared. Moreover, he was coming this way. There was no other place near this villa. Of course, he was coming to this villa. So the guy's heart was pounding.

"Actually, that Seomun Daecheol guy was a bit disappointing. There's nothing that pulls me in. There has to be something that makes my blood boil, but there was nothing like that."

The guy said it was better at the Flame Pond.

"The time when I fought with the single-horned great serpent was the best. It was really thrilling."

Hearing the guy's words, a thought suddenly came to mind.

'Is that why he's more absorbed in research?'

Pyon Juksu had started to immerse himself in research like potions from a certain point. Until now, he had thought it was just because he liked it. But thinking about it, there was no suitable opponent for him to fight.

'Since he's been recovering continuously, he must have gotten quite strong.'

If there is an opponent, it's only Mok Wigun. But he had suffered because of his dantian and had just overcome that problem.

'I'll have to fill up my internal energy quickly and have a duel.'

He thought he should pay some attention. Whether he knew Mok Wigun's thoughts or not, Pyon Juksu was looking around for where the opponent was. Pyon Juksu, feeling the energy from the training ground, moved in that direction. But there was someone in the middle of a duel there.

"What? What are those guys doing at this time of night?"

Pyon Juksu muttered. Gwak Wol and Won Gagyeol were having a duel. It was obvious that Gwak Wol had dragged him to practice.

"Interesting. Both of them."

Pyon Juksu stopped walking and watched, and as he said, the two were having a very interesting duel.

"Hot!"

Gwak Wol's attack was truly bizarre and unpredictable. Such attacks that ordinary people could never predict popped out unexpectedly.

"Kiyot!"

It was the same now. A normal attack was in progress, and Gwak Wol suddenly threw her sword at Won Gagyeol's face. And then she lowered her body, jumped in, and sent a palm strike at the opponent's chest.

Won Gagyeol deflected the flying sword with his sword and then blocked the palm strike with his hand. But perhaps because he couldn't completely defend against the attack, he dodged to the side and spun around. He was shaking off the opponent's remaining strength by rotating. In the meantime, Gwak Wol had grabbed her sword and was in an attack stance.

"Hey. Isn't that dangerous?"

Won Gagyeol shouted with a tearful face. Well, it must be a living hell to try to block Gwak Wol's completely unpredictable attacks. He couldn't be careless for a moment. He had to keep concentrating because he didn't know when and where what kind of attack would come. But Won Gagyeol was managing to block it.

"Won Gagyeol. That guy's defense has improved."

Gwak Wol's attack was amazing, but Won Gagyeol, who was blocking it, was also excellent. He was dealing with the situation well according to the circumstances. His defense was truly outstanding.

"Still, I think Gwak Wol will win."

Mok Wigun also agreed with Pyon Juksu's words. Gwak Wol had now completely opened her eyes and was in full bloom. Although Won Gagyeol was also growing, he was still a bit of a tough opponent.

"By the way, why are those people watching from over there?"

On a large tree on the opposite side, two people were watching the duel between Gwak Wol and Won Gagyeol. A man in white clothes and a woman in black clothes. They were the people Pyon Juksu had mentioned.

"I guess they also find the kids' duel interesting."

"Do they have business with the kids?"

Among the masters of the Murim, there are occasional such cases. A person who can't find a successor because their standards are too high. They are not satisfied with just anyone, and they don't want to take on an ambiguous person as a disciple. When such people find a child they like, they become very obsessed.

"Is it that kind of case?"

"Well? We'll know if we ask."

As they were talking and watching, the disciples' duel ended. Gwak Wol said to do it a little more, but Won Gagyeol refused.

"No. It's too late. Let me rest too!"

"Hmph. It was just getting fun..."

Won Gagyeol shook his head and ran away quickly. At that, Gwak Wol walked in the direction where Mok Wigun was. It seemed she had known that Mok Wigun and Pyon Juksu were watching. And when she came right in front, she suddenly said.

"Won't you teach me more interesting things?"

"I told you. Now is not the time."

Mok Wigun also told her the reason.

"As you know, the new techniques you have now are not something that didn't exist in the world."

It's not that he created something that didn't exist at all. He connected techniques that people thought couldn't be combined.

"That's right. After hearing that, I suddenly had a lot of ideas. Even now, when I fight, I suddenly think it would be good to do it like this."

"Yes. Now is the time when such thoughts are pouring out. And now is the time to fully draw them out and use them."

"Then did you also go through this stage, master?"

Gwak Wol called Mok Wigun 'master'. Although it was correct to say 'sabu', she put a strong emphasis on 'sa', so it sounded like 'ssabu'. Does it feel more friendly?

"Of course. If I didn't know that, how could I have taught you?"

"Wow. Amazing."

Mok Wigun and Gwak Wol are only one year apart. Gwak Wol saw Mok Wigun as a really amazing person. But Mok Wigun thought Gwak Wol was more amazing.

'I think it took me about 150 years to get past that stage, but to realize it in one go. A real genius is a genius.'

Gwak Wol looked at Mok Wigun with sparkling eyes and then said.

"Alright. I'll do as you say. But is there anything else I should pay more attention to?"

"It's too one-shot now. You have to extend from there. It's not just that you can combine the existing techniques, you can also combine the ones you've made."

"Huh? That's right."

Gwak Wol had a surprised expression and then suddenly started to mutter something as she walked. If she organizes it well, she will probably be able to go up one level from now.

"I've only seen a few people with that much talent."

Pyon Juksu also said with interest. But Mok Wigun didn't answer and was watching Gwak Wol disappear from sight. And when she disappeared from sight, he said towards the top of the tree.

"Come out now."

"Haha. So you knew we were here."

Two men and women came down from the tree. But it wasn't just falling, should I say they flew down like a kite?

"Void Walking?"

A martial art that defies gravity with internal energy. But Mok Wigun didn't really like that kind of method.

"It's a waste of internal energy. Why do they use precious internal energy on such useless things?"

Thorough pragmatism. Mok Wigun said that if you waste your internal energy like that, you'll run out when you really need to use it.

"It's cool. There are so many people who risk their lives for such things."

"I've seen a lot too. Guys who really die doing that."

Perhaps because they had heard the two's words, the black and white man and woman came closer and then just dropped from the air. And the man in white clothes spoke.

"Which of the two is the child named Mok Wigun?"

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first when you come to someone else's house?"

At Mok Wigun's words, the Sword Saint smiled quietly.

"You must be Mok Wigun. You're an interesting child, just as I've heard. But I can't tell you my identity yet."

He said he would tell him after confirming a few things. At that, Mok Wigun looked at Pyon Juksu and said.

"Let's go in. Seeing how he's talking, he's not ready to talk."

"Haha. I've heard the rumor that you're a scoundrel, but I didn't know you were a guy who couldn't distinguish between heaven and earth like this."

The Sword Saint spoke with his internal energy. He also used a trick to make it sound loud only in Mok Wigun's ears. It was a technique that made the ears go numb and the brain feel like it was shaking. But the reaction the Sword Saint wanted did not come out.

"Why is the old man's voice so loud?"

Mok Wigun said, picking his ear. There were no symptoms of being shocked at all.

"I thought it was an absurd story that you caught the single-horned great serpent at the age of twenty, but you're a guy who has something."

He threw a question.

"Did you catch the single-horned great serpent alone?"

"I caught it with Physician Pyon here."

"Hmm. You are Physician Pyon..."

While investigating Mok Wigun, he had also learned about the physician named Pyon Juksu. The divine physician who had revived the dead Mok Wigun. He had also treated the Chang'an magistrate's mother. But there was no information that he was a master of martial arts.

"Then are you saying that the one who taught you martial arts is Pyon Juksu?"

"What are you talking about?"

At Mok Wigun's reaction, the Sword Saint asked with a puzzled expression.

"No. Isn't that so? You must have learned martial arts from someone, and there doesn't seem to be anyone around who is worthy of teaching you other than Pyon Juksu."

"Of course not. Rather, Physician Pyon learned martial arts from me."

The Sword Saint frowned. It was because it was a statement that he couldn't understand at all.

"That's right. My martial arts are as good as what Mok Wigun taught me. But it's a bit much to say it's all. There are also things that I researched."

Pyon Juksu said excitedly. But Mok Wigun stepped in and cut him off.

"Anyway, that's the truth."

"Then who is the person who taught you? Your master."

At the Sword Saint's question, Mok Wigun answered.

"I realized it myself."

The Sword Saint's mouth dropped open. He had never seen such a crazy bastard in his life. Is he some kind of Buddha? To realize it himself. Even the founder of Shaolin, Bodhidharma, or the founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng, wouldn't be able to say such a thing.

"Haha. Did I hear wrong just now? You realized it yourself?"

The Sword Saint laughed hollowly. But it's true. Mok Wigun had learned it himself. He had learned it with his body while going through all sorts of hardships. Thanks to that, it had taken an incredibly long time.

"Puhahaha."

While the Sword Saint was surprised, the Black Water Granny next to him laughed out loud.

"I've lived a long time, so I've seen all sorts of things. To think there's a guy similar to you in the world."

"Ahem. What do you mean by that? Similar to me?"

"Isn't that so? I've never seen a guy who brags about himself so much other than you in my life."

Mok Wigun was bitter. The martial arts he had learned while going through all sorts of hardships for that long time. Just thinking about it made him shudder. At that time, he had done it with the sole intention of catching the Demon King, but if he were told to do it again, he would rather die.

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. But why did you come to see me?"

"You brat, you don't use honorifics with us."

"If you're going to nitpick about age and such, you've come to the wrong place, so go somewhere else."

At Mok Wigun's words, the Sword Saint glared at him and then opened his mouth.

"I'll talk about your rudeness in a little while. For now, I'll tell you something that will interest you."

The Sword Saint paused for a moment and then opened his mouth.

"I am currently chasing a certain force."

"And?"

"That force is the ones who attacked your mother ten years ago. How about it? Are you a little interested now?"

(End of Chapter)