The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 154

Mok Wigun's words, which guaranteed victory, made the expressions of the Zhongnan Sect disciples much lighter. In fact, the Zhongnan Sect disciples had been under a lot of pressure. Because they were playing with one loss in the sect battle.

But what if they won the formation battle, which was worth two wins? Then the burden in the one-on-one battles would be much less.

"Alright. Alright. Concentrate. So we're going to learn something new, and the roles of Pung Chosan and Gwak Wol are important."

The two of them had to become the axis and respond, leading to various changes. To do that, their ability to judge the overall situation had to be good, and they also had to have decisiveness. Application skills and flexibility of thought were also necessary.

In terms of skill and experience, it was only natural for Pung Chosan to take one spot. As for the other, Mok Wigun deliberated for a long time before ultimately choosing Gwak Wol.

"The two of you will train separately for a while, and the rest of you will train as before in the meantime!"

Mok Wigun took the two of them and headed to a corner of the training ground. Anyway, to learn in a short period of time, there was no choice but for the body to suffer. Still, he told them the overall content.

"How about it? Do you have a feel for what to do?"

The reactions of the two were different. Both of them were called geniuses, but their tendencies were completely different.

"I think I have a rough idea. But I'll have to see after we match our hands and feet. Hmm, and in the position of the Qian trigram..."

Hearing him talk, Pung Chosan seemed to have grasped his own picture. He knew how to grasp the overall picture and point out the core. On the other hand, Gwak Wol was eccentric.

"This will be fun."

The guy suddenly drew a picture on the ground with a tree branch.

"Ah. This is going to be a complete failure."

He drew and then erased. Among them, there were also ways of operating the formation that he had never even thought of. Not just moving on the ground, but also flying through the air to change positions, and there was also a method of several people cooperating to throw one person.

"How about we do it like this?"

Mok Wigun, who was watching, added a few more ideas.

"Oh. This will be even more fun."

In a very short time, several bizarre methods came out. A few were dangerous things that had to be discarded, but a few were things that could be used if they were well-honed. A few were things that couldn't be used many times, but were things that would work properly once.

"Good. As expected, they are accepting it in their own way."

Mok Wigun thinks that is the right way. Everyone is different, so it's stranger to tell them all to do the same thing. But there is a prerequisite.

"For that to shine, you have to learn the basics for sure."

And the shortcut to learning that is to engrave it in your bones. Mok Wigun smiled and picked up a wooden sword. Pung Chosan was startled, and Gwak Wol stealthily moved to the side.

"Gwak Wol. Stand there. Get ready quickly. We don't have time."

And so, the two of them sighed and took their positions.

"Do it exactly as you would when deploying the formation. Think of it as a real battle!"

Mok Wigun urged them to do everything, including sending telepathic messages. And he shouted.

"Start!"

"Aaargh!"

A scream was heard right away.

* * *

Perhaps because it was the main tournament, the sect battles were fierce from the beginning. Well, since they were sects that had passed the fierce preliminaries, their skills were all verified.

"Still, there are strong places and weak places."

Mok Wigun muttered, looking at the match-up table.

In the case of the Zhongnan Sect, the battle with the Hebei Peng family tomorrow was important. And the Hwangbo family also had a match tomorrow with a formidable opponent. It was the Hengshan Sect.

"What do you think will happen?"

Pyon Juksu asked, throwing roasted beans into his mouth.

"We'll win, and we have to see the Hwangbo family as having a high chance of winning too."

"Really? The Hengshan Sect is also formidable."

Pyon Juksu had gone around and watched a lot. The roasted beans he was eating now were also sold near the stage.

"To what extent?"

"About the same as the Huashan Sect. The middle is a bit weak, but the top is strong."

In the sect battle, having an overall even skill level does not mean you will get good results. Rather, the side with a strong person who can definitely score points often wins.

"At that level, the Hwangbo family will also have a chance."

In particular, Hwangbo Gang had improved considerably. When he had first met him, the Thousand Year Fire Fox he had taken had not been absorbed. A considerable amount was still left in his body and was not being utilized.

Mok Wigun had helped with that while training him. He had given him a shock to make it spread and had made him squeeze out his internal energy to help with absorption. As a result, his internal energy was now considerably increased compared to before. Besides, his skills had also improved while training the formation.

"So Hwangbo Gang has a chance of winning no matter who he fights."

"Really? If possible, I hope I win too."

Pyon Juksu said, continuously throwing beans into his mouth. As if it had nothing to do with him. Mok Wigun said as if he were dumbfounded.

"Isn't this all because you overworked Hwangbo Ryeong? Shouldn't you at least do it properly for Hwangbo Ryeong's sake?"

"I'm sorry. Deep in my heart."

"No matter how I look, I can't see any feeling of apology even if I wash my eyes and look. Huh? Should I open your chest once and check? If you really have such a feeling deep inside?"

"Ehe. Why are you like this?"

Pyon Juksu was relaxed, unlike usual. He should be nervous when Mok Wigun gets this angry.

"You said the Zhongnan Sect or the Hwangbo family would probably win, right?"

"Yes. Well, if they don't do anything strange, they'll win."

"But, I heard something a little strange..."

Mok Wigun felt that there was something unusual. When this guy Pyon Juksu comes out like this, it's probably not a light matter.

"They said someone from the Martial Alliance is coming."

"From the Martial Alliance?"

The people who should come are already all here. But for someone new to come means there's something.

"So I looked into it."

But the aura of the new guy was unusual.

"He's above the Sword Saint. For sure."

"What? In that case, are they the guys the Sword Saint mentioned?"

If those guys are even positioned in the Martial Alliance, it's a serious matter. In fact, it was safe to say they were everywhere. Although it was a mystery why guys of that level were not coming forward and were acting in hiding.

"How is he compared to you?"

"Unless there's something special, will he be my opponent?"

Well. If he's stronger than Pyon Juksu, it means he's at least at the level of a Demon King's army corps commander. If there is a celestial world, only the people there would be a match for Pyon Juksu. As he was thinking that, Pyon Juksu said with a meaningful smile.

"But he's stronger than you."

Pyon Juksu said that and then chuckled, throwing roasted beans into his mouth.

"Really?"

So this bastard was being so arrogant because he believed in that? Because it might be difficult without him.

"Stronger than me? Well?"

Is that really so? Recently, his internal energy has also increased a little, so it should be different from before.

"What's the new guy's name?"

"Name? What was it?"

At that time, Cheongyeomja, who had come from the Martial Alliance, was receiving a report from Hyungwang. Cheongyeomja was a person from two generations ago. He was already over a hundred years old.

He walked with a stooped back and a large staff, and a Martial Alliance elder supported him from the side.

"Please sit here."

When Cheongyeomja sat down, Hyungwang held out a document. He brought his wrinkled face close to the document. And he read, pointing at the characters with his long fingers.

"Let's see."

He glanced over the events so far. While Cheongyeomja was looking at the document, Hyungwang was so frozen that he couldn't even breathe loudly.

"So Zhongnan is the problem, is that it?"

Cheongyeomja seemed to have a habit of dragging out the end of his words.

"That's right."

"It's not 'that's right'. How much effort did we put in to exclude Zhongnan and include Hengshan? Do you not know how serious this situation is?"

The Martial Alliance elder urged Hyungwang. But Cheongyeomja raised his hand. At that, the elder shut his mouth.

"Then I'll have to go and see for myself. When is the match?"

"It's tomorrow."

Hyungwang brought the match-up table and placed it right in front of him.

"A match with the Hebei Peng family. It will be interesting."

The Martial Alliance elder said. Hyungwang explained, pointing at the match-up table with his hand.

"That's right. As it happens, the Hengshan Sect also has a match tomorrow. It's a match with the Hwangbo family, and since it starts a little early, it would be good to watch it first."

"Really? Will you watch the Hengshan Sect's match too?"

Cheongyeomja slowly nodded his head.

"That should be fine."

Saying so, Cheongyeomja stood up from his seat. And then he walked slowly with a stooped posture. Every time he walked, the sound of his staff tapping went 'tok tok'.

* * *

The match between the Hwangbo family and the Hengshan Sect. There were many people around who wanted to watch.

Even if it was the main tournament, not all matches had a lot of people. But the match between the Hwangbo family and the Hengshan Sect was a quite watched match. Of course, most of the people's attention was focused on the confrontation between the Zhongnan Sect and the Hebei Peng family.

"There are more spectators than I thought."

"The other matches were completely empty. Everyone's attention was focused only on the match between the Zhongnan Sect and the Hebei Peng family."

A first-generation disciple of the Hwangbo family said.

"From now on, every match is like a final. You can't take any sect lightly."

"I know that well."

The Hwangbo family had come up higher than other people's expectations. In fact, it was a great feat just to have passed the Northern Academy preliminaries. Because they had passed by a very narrow margin.

So in the main tournament, everyone had expected them to be eliminated in the first match, but they had barely defeated their opponent after a fierce battle. The result of the formation battle had played a big role in that.

"To be honest, if we hadn't scored two points in the formation, we wouldn't have even come this far."

"Yes. It was really a great fortune for us."

Manor Lord Mok of the Demon Dragon Manor. Thanks to his connection, they were able to achieve such good results. And Hwangbo Gang thought this was fate.

"The atmosphere of the world these days is unusual. It will now be an era where we are really forced to make a choice."

The air of war was in the air. If that happened, they would have to join hands with one side. And Hwangbo Gang was thinking of joining hands with the Demon Dragon Manor if possible.

"But it's too far in terms of distance, and the Demon Dragon Manor's power is still weak."

"I know that too. But there's no law saying it will be like that in the future."

But there was something more important than that story. It was the confrontation with the Hengshan Sect.

"Alright. Let's focus on the match."

Hwangbo Gang headed to where the disciples were. And soon, the match began.

And Cheongyeomja, the Martial Alliance elder, and Hyungwang were also watching the match. And Mok Wigun was also among the spectators.

'The Hwangbo family is doing well.'

The Hwangbo family was fighting very well. Overturning the expectation that they would be overwhelmingly at a disadvantage, they were in a state of a three-to-three tie.

'So that bastard is that bastard, is that it?'

It was not difficult to find Cheongyeomja. He could feel it accurately as soon as he arrived. Other people might not know, but Mok Wigun and Pyon Juksu could find the aura. Cheongyeomja had a very gloomy and yet fierce aura.

But it was then. Cheongyeomja also looked at Mok Wigun. The eyes of the two met. Cheongyeomja smiled faintly. A feeling as if he had found his prey. Then Cheongyeomja stealthily raised his hand.

"Oh?"

He was a funny bastard. The direction Cheongyeomja's palm was pointing was the direction of the arena. The bastard was trying to interfere in the match now.

"Let's do this, shall we?"

Mok Wigun also gathered his internal energy and slowly raised his hand.

(End of Chapter)