The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 127

"What?"

The disciples were flustered. To think that Gwak Wol would be excluded after Deungroe. They thought she might have been injured in today's match.

"Is there something wrong with Wol?"

"Wol-ah. Are you hurt somewhere?"

Suddenly, the disciples became noisy. Mok Wigun clapped his hands to quiet them down.

"No. Wol is fine."

"Huh? Then why are you excluding Wol?"

The person who was receiving the most attention in the Zhongnan Sect was Gwak Wol. Because she was performing tremendously in both the individual and sect battles. The second-generation disciples also all acknowledged that Gwak Wol was the most skilled.

But why? To exclude Gwak Wol from the sect battle? It was a measure that the disciples could not understand at all.

"Why? Do you think it will be difficult to win in the sect battle if Wol is excluded?"

"Deungroe is also out because he's injured, and if Gwak Wol doesn't participate either, it's probably..."

So Jeonghak said. The other disciples also seemed to have similar thoughts. It was a complete contrast to the confident appearance they had just a while ago, saying they could even beat the Huashan Sect.

The reason the disciples were confident that they could beat the Huashan Sect was because of the guys who were showing good performances. Disciples like Gwak Wol, Deungroe, Won Gagyeol, and Mun Geomyeong. Of course, they also relied on them a lot in the sect battle.

"I excluded Gwak Wol for two reasons."

Mok Wigun first talked about the physical and mental burden.

"You guys will feel quite tired after a match even if it's just the sect battle. Right?"

"Yes. Because it's different from practice."

Won Gagyeol answered. The guy seemed to know Mok Wigun's intentions to some extent.

There is a huge difference between practice and a real match. Moreover, the pressure of participating as a representative of the sect is tremendous. So after a match, you feel extremely tired. Of course, since there was the Cheongsim Hwallyeokhwan, the physical burden could be lessened.

But even the mental fatigue does not disappear. Rather, if you take the Cheongsim Hwallyeokhwan, you become more focused, so after the match, the mental fatigue was more severe.

"Even if it's just the sect battle, think about doing the individual competition on top of that."

The disciples who participated in the individual competition had been competing without rest. The fatigue was enormous.

"I'm fine..."

Gwak Wol said. She could really think so herself. On top of that, she would feel like she was abandoning her colleagues if she was excluded.

But in Mok Wigun's view, it was a little dangerous now. You can endure it somehow until you reach your limit. But the moment you go beyond that, you collapse rapidly. And recovery is not easy.

"No. Wol needs to rest a little."

"No. I can do it."

Gwak Wol was stubborn.

"Really?"

Mok Wigun had Gwak Wol stand up. And then he attacked with his hand quickly. Gwak Wol, who blocked it without difficulty.

"See? I told you I'm fine."

Mok Wigun chuckled and then gradually slowed down his attack speed. Gwak Wol continued to block well. But as the speed gradually slowed down, she suddenly started to get flustered from a certain point.

"Huh? Why am I like this?"

The disciples also had a bewildered expression. It's difficult to block a fast attack, so why is she getting flustered at a slow attack? Everyone was puzzled because they didn't know the reason.

"A fast attack is something the body reacts to on its own. It's the result of the training you've done so far. But when the speed slows down, you start to think."

How should I block it? Should I deflect it? Should I block and twist? Should I let the force flow and then counterattack? Or should I not block and dodge? There are countless options, and you try to choose from among them.

"But that's not working properly right now. Why?"

It's because she overdid it. Moreover, was today's duel an ordinary match? It was a duel with the Huashan Sect's master, Gyojin. Even the spectators were sweating in their hands and felt their strength drain when the match was over.

Then how would Gwak Wol, who had fought directly, be? She probably didn't know well because she had won and was in an excited state, but she was in an extremely tired state.

"The fatigue has accumulated and hasn't recovered yet. If you go on like this, you might not even be able to participate in the match."

He had seen such cases occasionally. So he was trying to exclude her from the sect battle. To recover in the meantime and focus on the individual competition.

"Alright. Rest. We can do it."

Jang Sogun went next to Gwak Wol and patted her shoulder.

"That's right. We also have to play an active role. Don't we?"

So Jeonghak looked around and said. The other disciples also approached and spoke to Gwak Wol as if they hadn't known she was in that state. Mok Wigun watched for a moment.

Gwak Wol must have been shocked now. So now is the time when she needs the warm comfort of her colleagues. Then, when he thought it was enough, he quietly told them to stop and then told them the second reason.

"You all know that Deungroe was injured today."

The disciples knew that he had been injured during the match.

"That's not it. Someone played a trick."

Mok Wigun told them that he had been injured because the opponent had taken a special medicine. A medicine that draws out a person's latent power and allows them to exert monstrous strength suddenly.

"Pardon? Who would do such a thing..."

"The Huashan Sect."

At Mok Wigun's words, everyone was surprised. Because they hadn't thought that the Huashan Sect would do such a thing. It's probably true. The world that the guys know is still a beautiful place.

"Really?"

So Jeonghak asked. Surprise, astonishment. The disciples looked confused.

"So from now on, you have to get your act together and focus on training. Because from a little later, we will start the training to prepare for the sect battle with the Huashan Sect."

Mok Wigun said that and then went out. Outside the door, Pyon Juksu was standing. He had come here after catching the guy who had injured Deungroe, but it seemed he couldn't come in because the situation was not right.

"Shouldn't you say something more?"

Pyon Juksu asked.

"It's better to just leave them alone for now."

Their thoughts must be complicated. Until now, they had simply participated in the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly preliminaries, but the situation had completely changed.

"From now on, it's war. From the moment Deungroe was injured. So the guys also have to decide. Whether to participate in the war or to withdraw."

Now, there can be no such thing as 'moderately'.

"How is the guy?"

"If we had been a little late, it would have been a big problem. I felt a movement from that side while we were bringing him and moving."

It was a great fortune that they had moved quickly.

"Let's go. We have to make it clear so that they can't say anything else."

Mok Wigun moved to prepare. There were many things to prepare to win the war.

* * *

Two days. A time that can never be said to be long to change something. But sometimes, a lot of things happen in that short time.

The confusion of the second-generation disciples of the Zhongnan Sect gradually turned into anger. If it hadn't been for that, they wouldn't have been able to endure that difficult training.

Mok Wigun's training was so difficult that even the second-generation disciples of the Zhongnan Sect, who were united in anger, could not endure it. Although it was a very short time of two days, to the disciples who had received the training, that time felt like several months.

"I am proud of you."

Mok Wigun shouted at the disciples who were lying in front of him.

"You can brag about it anywhere. There are not many people who have properly endured this training. You have done it."

The disciples smiled. It didn't even enter their heads who Mok Wigun had trained like this and when. More than that question, the fact that the training was over. Only that one thing entered their heads.

"When you were tired and said you would quit, I told you. Not to run away. That nothing is solved by running away."

And he continued. That people have another side that they don't know about. And that he would draw it out from now on.

"Now you must have understood what that means."

The disciples got up with a rustle and nodded. They really hadn't known that they had this side in them. Someone didn't know that they had such a persistent and strong-willed side. Someone didn't know that they could be so harsh.

Everyone discovered another side in themselves. And that gave the disciples great confidence.

"Alright. Now it's time to go to war."

The disciples staggered up and headed to their respective rooms. There, they took the Cheongsim Hwallyeokhwan, rested, and prepared themselves.

And finally, the time of the decisive battle. The Zhongnan Sect entered the arena for the sect battle with the Huashan Sect. A determined resolve was felt from the disciples. But a problem arose.

"Huh? There are disciples I haven't seen before..."

So Jeonghak said. Mok Wigun also looked at the opponent. There were really second-generation disciples he hadn't seen before.

"What is this?"

Among the disciples, there are many kids who have participated in the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly. They have also seen many matches of other sects. Especially since the Huashan Sect was in the position of the strongest in this region, it was an object of interest.

"They were definitely not there. I know all the second-generation disciples of the Huashan Sect."

"That's right. That guy and that guy. And that guy. They weren't in the matches until now."

When you have a match, the substitute players are also out. But the disciples of the Huashan Sect who were just mentioned were people who were not even on the substitute list.

Mok Wigun also saw it clearly. A few of them were definitely people who were not there. Then it means they brought people who had not registered in the first place.

'These guys are playing such a dirty trick?'

They must have been anxious. Because they had seen Gwak Wol's winning streak and that the Zhongnan Sect's skills in the sect battle were not to be trifled with. So the sect leader's faction, which had chosen the participants as they pleased, must have been nervous. What if they lose? So the countermeasure they had made was this kind of thing.

"Does this make any sense?"

Pung Chosan couldn't stand it and protested. He was a person who was usually not interested in anything other than his own affairs. But after Deungroe was injured and he found out the reason, he couldn't be like that.

He had rolled around as desperately as the second-generation disciples. He had come to this place with the resolve that he could never lose today's match. But what is this?

"What is it?"

The referee asked back.

"Aren't there many disciples who are not on the list?"

"No. I have checked them all, and they were all on the list."

Pung Chosan was dumbfounded. To think that it was this rotten. He was so dumbfounded that he let out a hollow laugh.

"Heh... No, if you're going to do it like this, why are there rules?"

"I have checked, and there were no problems with the documents."

Mok Wigun grabbed Pung Chosan's shoulder.

"It's useless to protest."

Whether the referee really doesn't know, or if they are in cahoots. It's probably useless to argue now. Because they must have already processed the documents perfectly.

"Those guys are known to be good even in Huashan."

"Shouldn't we bring Wol?"

The disciples were in an uproar. To such disciples, Mok Wigun said.

"So what? How strong can they be?"

Mok Wigun emphasized to the disciples. The reason he had trained them was to win. To give those dirty guys a blow.

"You are by no means weak. You can do it!"

(End of Chapter)