The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 155

Mok Wigun focused his senses. At that, he felt Cheongyeomja's internal energy moving.

'He's aiming for the feet.'

The place that the bastard's internal energy was targeting was the feet of the Hwangbo family disciple who was currently in a confrontation. It seemed he was aiming for the tip of the foot or the ankle. He was trying to make him stumble as if he had tripped on something.

There is a saying that if you want to catch the general, you should shoot the horse. What Cheongyeomja was trying to do was similar to that. For a martial artist, footwork is incredibly important. If a problem arises in unfolding the footwork, you can be defeated right away.

'So he's trying to send the Hengshan Sect up no matter what.'

Mok Wigun poured all his senses into the two people in the confrontation and Cheongyeomja.

The bastard's internal energy moved secretly and very slowly. Moving internal energy slowly is much more difficult than moving it quickly. Just by looking at that, he could tell how much of a master Cheongyeomja was.

'In the past, it would have been impossible. But it's different now. I can also do that much.'

Mok Wigun sent his internal energy to match Cheongyeomja's internal energy. And he blocked all of the bastard's interference. Both of them moved so secretly that there was hardly any sound. Just a 'swish' sound like cloth rubbing against each other. That too was buried in the fierce confrontation and the sound of cheering, so no one heard it.

When his internal energy was blocked by something, Cheongyeomja frowned and muttered.

"Was that bastard's skill this good?"

"Who are you talking about? Are you talking about the Hengshan Sect disciple who is out now?"

"No."

Cheongyeomja looked at Mok Wigun in the spectator seats on the opposite side of the arena. Mok Wigun was smiling. But Cheongyeomja had not shown all of his skills.

"Not bad. Let's see if you can block this too. Holholhol."

He raised his hand again. And he slowly pushed his internal energy out of his body. Mok Wigun also felt that fact.

"Again? He should have known that it would be blocked just like that."

Mok Wigun responded right away. If it was the same way as before, he could deal with it as much as he wanted. But Cheongyeomja's technique had changed. His movements had become much more cunning. He pretended to aim for the left foot and then suddenly changed direction to the right foot.

"This."

At the sudden change, his response was late.

"Ugh!"

The Hwangbo family disciple's posture collapsed as if his foot had been caught on something. But an unexpected situation unfolded.

The Hwangbo family disciple did not panic and rolled his body. And then he launched a surprise attack from a rising posture.

"Oh!"

Rather, the Hengshan Sect disciple was surprised and stepped back.

"Ho ho. A good improvisation."

Mok Wigun had thought he would be in big trouble for failing to block Cheongyeomja. But the Hwangbo family disciple had not only dealt with it well but had also connected it to an attack.

"As expected, the training was worth it."

Mok Wigun had used all sorts of techniques while training the formation. He had no choice but to do so to give the effect of being attacked by several people even while attacking alone. He had attacked the front with his sword and at the same time sent out palm winds to the right and left, and he had also sent out hidden weapons and finger winds to several places at the same time.

As they were subjected to such various and strange attacks, the disciples of the Hwangbo family always had to concentrate. So they were tense throughout the training, and their ability to respond to unexpected attacks had increased. The result of that was the situation just now.

"Good. This time, I'll have to be more careful."

"I told you it's hard."

At some point, Pyon Juksu came next to him and muttered.

"That bastard's internal energy is much deeper. You are at an absolute disadvantage."

That's right. But although he was behind in the amount of internal energy, he was ahead in the ability to handle it in detail. So he would be able to block it somehow.

"Aigoo. That bastard seems to have gotten a little angry."

Cheongyeomja suddenly released his internal energy. It seemed he had a plan to finish it for sure, knowing that the Hwangbo family disciple's ability to cope was good.

Cheongyeomja scattered ten internal energies at the same time and then controlled them. It was not visible to people's eyes, but ten wriggling whip-like things were rushing into the arena.

"Damn it."

It was too many and too powerful. And it was too sudden.

"This will be difficult."

Jeoksu muttered annoyingly. Mok Wigun hurriedly sent his internal energy into the arena. Fortunately, the bastard's attack faltered for a moment. Thanks to that, he was able to strike out the pouring attacks one by one.

A 'chik chik' sound was heard from the empty air, but everyone was focused on the heated match, so no one noticed. And so, he barely blocked the attack.

"Aaargh!"

The Hwangbo family disciple's body suddenly tilted to the left. It was because his knee had suddenly buckled. The Hengshan Sect disciple did not miss the opportunity this time.

"Haat!"

Thwack!

The Hengshan Sect disciple's wooden sword hit the opponent's neck. With that, the match was over.

"Hengshan Sect wins!"

Although the referee's declaration fell, the Hwangbo family disciple did not move from his spot, as if it were unfair. He looked at his left knee with a blank expression, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Haa... damn it."

Mok Wigun bit his lip hard. He had missed the one that had secretly come around from behind while blocking the front. That had hit the back of the Hwangbo family disciple's knee, and the result was what had just happened.

"See? I told you it would be hard."

"Shut up!"

Mok Wigun shouted at Pyon Juksu.

"It's not that, it's something that can be easily solved if I help, so why are you making it so complicated?"

Pyon Juksu said, pouting his lips.

"Haa... I was originally thinking of doing that too, but I think it's better to hide your skills."

The bastard seemed to have come well-prepared. For what reason would he be provoking him so openly now?

"An unexpected guy came. But as soon as he saw me, he provoked me. Why do you think that is?"

"To show off?"

Well. That could be it. It could also be to lead the board as they wanted. But it was suspicious that he was checking the response while raising the level little by little like this.

"I think he's trying to grasp my skills."

"Hmm. That could be it. So don't show my skills?"

"Yes. You have to hide your last move. And if you see what comes out this time, you'll know for sure."

Mok Wigun waited for the match to proceed. This confrontation was the eighth confrontation. It was a confrontation between the first-generation disciples of the sects.

As expected, he just watched at first, and when some time had passed, the bastard began to move. And it was the same as before. He scattered ten internal energies in the empty air and began to control them.

"He's doing the same thing as before. It seems he's definitely trying to gauge the extent of his skills."

Pyon Juksu muttered. Mok Wigun gritted his teeth and smiled coldly.

"I'll return what I just suffered several times over."

He can't live with being had. Mok Wigun quietly compressed his internal energy. And he watched the arena and Cheongyeomja.

As expected, the opponent seemed to be trying to show off how much internal energy he had. Ten whip-like things wriggled and moved in the empty air. But Mok Wigun did not respond in any particular way.

"Shouldn't you be preparing soon?"

Pyon Juksu asked worriedly, but Mok Wigun shook his head.

"No. It's still okay. There are ways."

If it was all about manipulating the match, he could just attack the Hwangbo family disciple right away. Rather, he would attack so quickly that Mok Wigun couldn't prepare. But the opponent did not do that. He hovered around the arena as if waiting for Mok Wigun's response.

"Even before, if he had just attacked, it would have been hard to block, but he hesitated. He wanted to see how I would block it."

Saying so, Mok Wigun stretched out his hand forward. At that, the bastard's attack was directed at the inside of the arena. But Mok Wigun's hand was not pointing at the arena.

Swoosh!

With a sharp sound, Mok Wigun's palm wind shot towards Cheongyeomja.

"Oh!"

Cheongyeomja was startled and waved his hand. It was because Mok Wigun's palm wind had rushed at his face.

"What's wrong?"

The Martial Alliance elder who was next to him asked in surprise.

"No. A bug suddenly..."

"Is that so? I'll have to tell them to clean up the surroundings well."

The Martial Alliance elder told Hyungwang to do well. He also had not noticed what had happened. That's how difficult it was to notice the techniques of the two.

Cheongyeomja looked at his hand. His hand was trembling slightly. It was because the palm wind was heavier than he had thought. He had thought he could block it lightly, but the aftermath had seeped into his body and given him a blow.

'Amazing.'

He thought that he was indeed not an ordinary bastard.

'But you can't stop me with just that.'

Cheongyeomja once again scattered his internal energy in the empty air. Seeing that, Mok Wigun briefly bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground.

"What are you trying to do?"

When Pyon Juksu asked, Mok Wigun answered.

"It's no fun with just a skill confrontation, is it? You have to raise the stakes in something like this."

Mok Wigun quietly waited for the right time. And when Cheongyeomja's internal energy was directed at the arena, he suddenly shot up from his seat. And then he shouted, flying his body towards the empty air.

"Wait!"

And he threw the dirt he was holding in his hand. At the sudden situation, everyone turned their gaze to Mok Wigun. At that, a strange scene unfolded in people's eyes.

"Huh? What is that?"

Most of the dirt that Mok Wigun had thrown fell to the ground, but some of it remained in the empty air and moved.

"A snake is wriggling."

As someone had said, it looked like several large snakes were wriggling. And Mok Wigun's shout was heard.

"It's over there."

The place Mok Wigun pointed at with his hand. People's gazes moved in that direction. As people turned their heads, they naturally saw it. The fact that the snake moving in the empty air had come out from one place.

And as soon as Mok Wigun said that, the dirt suddenly fell to the ground. It was because Cheongyeomja had withdrawn his internal energy.

"Too late. Everyone saw it. What kind of trickery is this?"

Mok Wigun fell to the ground and shouted, pointing at Cheongyeomja's side.

"What? It seems they did something over there."

"Was that someone moving their internal energy earlier?"

People whispered from all sides.

"What is this commotion?"

The Martial Alliance elder stood up from his seat and shouted. Mok Wigun, as if it were a good thing, shouted in an even louder voice.

"Didn't you all see it? That they were trying to do something with their internal energy over there."

As expected, all sides became noisy.

"It seems it was internal energy. Well, if it wasn't internal energy, there's no way the dirt would move like that in the empty air."

"At that level, he must be an incredible master, so why would he do that?"

Mok Wigun pointed at Cheongyeomja with his finger and said.

"I thought it was strange that the player kept trying to fall in the previous match, but this was all a scheme to manipulate the match. Who are you?"

(End of Chapter)