The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 129

Guyeohae had a puzzled expression. In fact, Pung Chosan's participation was quite a topic of conversation. Among the current first-generation disciples, there were many who remembered Pung Chosan. Because his appearance in the past was so intense. Guyeohae was also one of those people.

So he watched his match. But he had never taken such a stance before.

"Does he have a hidden move?"

Guyeohae thought it was no big deal. Learning a new technique is not as easy as it sounds. If you don't learn it properly, it's just a trick. It might work on a clumsy opponent, but it's no match for a master.

'But I should be careful for now.'

Guyeohae decided to play it safe in the beginning. And so, the eighth match of the sect battle began. And the duel that would practically decide the victory or defeat of the two sects began.

Pung Chosan really had no intention of dragging out the match.

'The disciples have already proven Zhongnan's skills. What I have to do is to finish it as splendidly as possible.'

In that respect, Guyeohae was a suitable opponent. A self-proclaimed and publicly recognized top master among the first-generation disciples of the Huashan Sect. A person who had learned the Zixia Divine Art and the 24-move Plum Blossom Sword Art, the martial arts that represent the Huashan Sect.

"They're clashing!"

Like someone in the audience said, Guyeohae and Pung Chosan clashed. Guyeohae performed his specialty, the 24-move Plum Blossom Sword Art, and Pung Chosan countered with the Taiyi Sword Art, which represents Zhongnan.

And Mok Wigun was watching that scene. He had just returned from the tournament headquarters with Pyon Juksu.

"Wow. The second-generation disciples won four times?"

"I told you. I didn't train them carelessly."

Mok Wigun watched the duel. The people cheered for the duel between the two. Because a really close clash was continuing. But Mok Wigun didn't think so.

"It's over."

A close match? That's what people who don't know would say. Mok Wigun thought the match was already tilted. And there was another person who was thinking that. It was Guyeohae of the Huashan Sect.

'What? What is this strange internal energy?'

The Zixia Divine Art is an internal energy cultivation method that has made a name for itself in the world. A mysterious cultivation method where a purple energy is emitted around the body when it reaches its peak. It was characterized by being stable and strong. But it was being shaken by the opponent's internal energy.

Every time the swords clashed, a shock was applied. It was the same as being hit a little by little continuously. What would happen if such a shock continued to accumulate? His body condition was already not good.

'I can't go on like this. There has to be some kind of turning point.'

Guyeohae prepared. For now, he had to create distance and reorganize. He was looking for a gap and then suddenly stabbed at Pung Chosan's face.

"Ugh!"

At the sudden attack, Pung Chosan turned his body and dodged. But that was a feint. Guyeohae retreated and then caught his breath. And he also stabilized his internal energy.

"Aren't you going? There are a lot of things to prepare."

"I have to go."

Mok Wigun and Pyon Juksu had gone to the tournament headquarters and had confirmed something interesting. Originally, they had gone to secure the Gwanghyeoldan and other evidence before they were destroyed, but they had reaped an unexpected harvest.

As the sect battle was proceeding unusually, Taeseokgwan and the Huashan Sect leader were preparing something else. They had tried to play a trick in advance to prepare for a possible defeat.

'Now I'll make it so that you can't move at all.'

The goal of war is victory. The final victory. To achieve that, there are times when you have to endure a temporary retreat or defeat. But retreat or defeat is not a pleasant thing.

'If I win in the short term and also win in the end, that's all that matters.'

To do that, he had to move diligently. For that, he had already given instructions to the Light Wind Unit. The guys were moving as if their feet were on fire. He had also asked for help from the Son family.

But there were also things he had to do himself. Even so, he wanted to watch the end of this duel. He wanted to see with his own eyes the cool victory of Pung Chosan, whom he had taught with all his heart.

"It seems he's going to do it now."

Pung Chosan took the same stance as before. The strange stance of holding the sword in his right hand and placing his left hand in front of his body.

Pung Chosan is different from the second-generation disciples. The second-generation disciples, since their martial arts were not yet mature, had a hard time because he tried to teach them the feeling first. But Pung Chosan was a martial artist who had already reached a considerable level.

'Although he had rested for a long time, his skills haven't rusted. And his sensory part is worthy of being called a genius.'

So Pung Chosan had learned it properly, unlike the second-generation disciples. He was able to use this stage quite skillfully. Isn't the result visible now? He was pressing down on Guyeohae. And now is the end.

"Ugh!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd. Because Guyeohae had attacked again. The splendid 24-move Plum Blossom Sword Art. When he performed the sword, it was as if plum blossoms were in full bloom, and a faint scent of plum blossoms was felt.

He was performing the Plum Blossom Sword Art to its extreme. The plum blossoms he had created covered Pung Chosan. And so, Pung Chosan was buried in the plum blossoms, and his figure seemed to disappear.

Pajijik!

Suddenly, the plum blossoms disappeared. The scent also flew away.

"Keok!"

Guyeohae vomited blood and collapsed. He was clutching his chest, and a dark handprint was left on his chest. A handprint that left a burnt mark.

"Five Thunder True Seal?"

Someone stood up from his seat and shouted.

"Isn't the Five Thunder True Seal a martial art that has been lost in Zhongnan?"

"But is that the Five Thunder True Seal?"

"I think so. Look at that clear handprint. And it has the energy of lightning, so it leaves a burnt mark."

There was a buzz from all sides. But Mok Wigun smiled brightly.

"So you were there."

Mok Wigun was looking for Manbakja. But the one who had just stood up and shouted was Manbakja.

"Phew. I couldn't find him because he was in a place like that."

Pyon Juksu said with annoyance. In fact, it's not easy to find someone when they are mixed in with so many people. But it was a relief. Because he had found him so easily.

In the meantime, there was a declaration to end the match in the arena. The splendid plum blossoms were burned by the lightning and disappeared. Guyeohae tried to get up somehow, but he couldn't because of his internal injuries. Pung Chosan brought his sword to Guyeohae's neck.

"Pung Chosan of Zhongnan wins!"

He won. An upset among upsets. It was an amazing incident that was no less than Gwak Wol's victory over Gyojin.

"Wait. Come to think of it, didn't Zhongnan have kids like Deungroe and Gwak Wol come out?"

"That's right."

Cheers, enthusiasm. Sighs. There was a huge uproar. And although the match had ended like that, everything was not completely over.

"Wait a minute!"

Mok Wigun stepped forward and shouted. A huge sound. The arena suddenly fell into silence at the sound that was louder than thunder.

"Since the Huashan Sect has fielded an illegal player, I officially raise an objection and request an investigation."

At Mok Wigun's words, the arena became noisy again. An illegal player.

"Those three over there are not players who were registered when the sect battle was first registered."

Mok Wigun pointed out the three who had newly joined.

"What are you talking about? We have already checked all the documents and confirmed that there are no problems."

An elder of the Huashan Sect, who was in charge of the sect battle, shouted. He also had something to believe in. He had thought that since he had organized the documents perfectly, there was no fear of being caught.

"Is that so?"

Mok Wigun brought a person. It was Manbakja.

"Most of you will know who this person is."

"It's Manbakja."

"Ah. The person who knows everything?"

Manbakja is a pretty famous person. There were also a considerable number of people who recognized him.

"What about him?"

The Huashan Sect elder said indifferently. At that, Mok Wigun held up the book in Manbakja's hand and said.

"Do you know what this is?"

People's attention was focused on the book. Mok Wigun paused for a moment to raise their curiosity and then opened his mouth.

"This is a book that has the records of this tournament organized."

There is a reason why Manbakja is said to be omniscient. Omniscient, that is, to be well-versed in everything and to know everything, what should one do?

Human memory has its limits. So Manbakja meticulously records everything. And if there is something he doesn't know or is curious about, he researches it and finds the answer. He has been doing that for decades. That's how he got the title of Manbakja.

"Let's see."

Mok Wigun opened the book. In it, from the record of the day of the application to the results of the individual and sect battles, everything was recorded. Of course, there was also a record of the sect battle, and in it, there was also a record of the Huashan Sect.

"This is strange. I don't see the names of those three people in the sect battle until now."

"That's... because those kids are participating for the first time today."

"Is that so? But it's even stranger. There are people who have participated until now who are not visible today."

At Mok Wigun's words, the Huashan Sect elder was greatly flustered.

"Ahem. Are you saying that the Huashan Sect has done something wrong?"

If you're at a disadvantage, you avoid answering. And you try to get out of the situation with something else. For example, the authority of Huashan. It would have worked for most. But this time, he had met the wrong opponent.

"You know well. I'm saying the Huashan Sect has fielded an illegal player. I said it before, but are you hard of hearing?"

Laughter erupted from the crowd. On the other hand, the Huashan Sect elder's face turned red. When had he ever been humiliated like this? If he was an elder of the Huashan Sect, everyone would have been busy bowing down.

"Stop with the nonsense and go back. The referee has already checked everything."

The Huashan Sect elder tried to end it like that. The match he had just lost was already a huge disgrace. But if it was revealed that he had also included an illegal player, it would be a huge uproar. But Mok Wigun had no intention of ending it here.

"You're going to deny it when there's evidence like this?"

Mok Wigun shouted.

"Since I can't trust the tournament organizers and the referee, I want a fair investigation from the Martial Alliance."

People were in an uproar. If the Zhongnan Sect had raised this objection after losing, they would have been accused of doing it because they had lost. But the Zhongnan Sect had won. So this becomes a righteous act to correct an injustice.

That's why Mok Wigun had done this after the match was over.

"What do you mean by that? This tournament is also being held by the Martial Alliance."

In name, yes. But is that the reality?

"Nonsense. It would be more correct to say that the Huashan Sect is holding it rather than the Martial Alliance."

Mok Wigun said something that hit the nail on the head.

"So we need someone who can investigate the case fairly, other than the Huashan Sect. Oh. It just so happens that there is such a person here."

Mok Wigun pointed to one side with his hand. There, Daoist Master Chongun of Wudang, who was acting as an observer, was standing.

(End of Chapter)