The World's Greatest Troublemaker

Chapter 43

Four people sat at a rectangular table. Bang So-eung and Mok Wigun sat facing each other, and next to Mok Wigun, Pyon Juksu and Dan Bulseok sat in order. On Bang So-eung's side, he was alone, and on Mok Wigun's side, there were three people. It was a rather strange arrangement.

As soon as everyone was seated, Bang So-eung spoke first. He didn't waste any time and came straight to the point.

"I heard there was an unpleasant incident yesterday."

But Pyon Juksu suddenly stepped in and said.

"Wouldn't it be better to order food first?"

"Ahem!"

Bang So-eung was displeased, but he told him to do so. He couldn't just tell them not to eat when he had invited them for a meal.

"Order as you please."

He was about to speak again but paused. For some reason, he had a feeling that this physician would continue to be a nuisance. So he made it clear.

"We are having an important conversation, so do not interfere."

After giving that warning, he looked at Mok Wigun again and said.

"Yesterday's incident. What do you think?"

"An unpleasant incident? I haven't heard anything about it."

Mok Wigun added with a sly smile.

"I did hear a story about some rude fellows who have no manners and don't know etiquette picking a fight and getting beaten up. That's the only thing I heard about yesterday."

Hearing the answer, Bang So-eung let out a hollow laugh. It was because he didn't know that Mok Wigun would come out so prickly. To think he would come out like this to him, the protector of the Baek family, the top master of Chang'an, and a senior in the world. He couldn't speak for a moment.

"You have a rough mouth."

He glared at Mok Wigun and asked.

"Is that the Mok family's stance?"

"Why does the Mok family come into this?"

Mok Wigun said, raising both hands with a look of disbelief.

"Then can we see the incident with the Iron Sword Squad's captain and Baek Sammun yesterday as the Baek family's stance?"

Although they had only exchanged a few words, Bang So-eung felt that it would not be easy with words. How could a young brat be so good with words? It was like dealing with old monsters who had been worn down in the martial world and had become very sly.

"What a member of a family does sometimes becomes the business of the entire family."

"It sounds like you're trying to make it that way no matter what."

That was the plan from the beginning. In fact, although justification is important, it's enough if the powerful side insists. Is the world a place where a clear line is drawn, and up to this point is right, and beyond that is not?

Most situations are ambiguous. In such cases, the argument of the strong becomes the conclusion. Moreover, it was even more so in a chaotic era like this.

"And I heard you use a strange technique. What kind of evil art did you use?"

At Bang So-eung's words, Mok Wigun's eyes narrowed.

As they talked, he could tell. The opponent had already come with an answer in mind. Yesterday's incident was the Mok family's stance, and the martial art Mok Wigun used was an evil art. He was already thinking of these two things as established facts.

'No. It's not that he's thinking that way, but that he's going to make it that way. Because that's how he can use it to his advantage in the fight against the Mok family.'

It would be useless no matter what he said. Because he would push it that way no matter what. But he couldn't just be beaten so easily.

"An evil art?"

Mok Wigun raised his voice. He had been deliberately speaking loudly until now, but he spoke so loudly that it could be heard clearly even on the first floor.

"To someone who doesn't know, even the Six Harmonies Fist Art or the Three Talents Sword Art can look strange and weird."

The Six Harmonies Fist Art and the Three Talents Sword Art are the lowest-level martial arts that everyone knows. In other words, my martial art is not an evil art. Baek Sammun is insisting that it's an evil art because his knowledge is short and he doesn't recognize the martial art. That was the meaning.

After that, a tense conversation continued. One side said it was right, and the other side said it wasn't, so the story went around in circles.

"Haha. Your skill in making excuses is amazing. You're skillfully distracting me with words, so it's meaningless to talk any further."

Protector Bang, like a sly old fox, concluded that what Mok Wigun had said so far was an excuse. And he didn't give him a chance to answer.

Bang So-eung suddenly reached out his hand and tried to grab Mok Wigun's wrist. But Mok Wigun, who was already prepared, wrapped his hand around his and stabbed inwards.

But Bang So-eung was also different from the people Mok Wigun had faced before. He calmly pushed Mok Wigun's hand away and aimed for his wrist again. But the second attempt also ended in failure. Mok Wigun had deflected the attack with his elbow.

"Oh ho. The young brat is quite something."

Bang So-eung nodded, praising him.

As the two suddenly engaged in a battle, the atmosphere on the second floor heated up. Everyone looked at the two of them and murmured.

"Young Master Mok's skill seems amazing. Didn't he withstand Protector Bang's move?"

"It must be because he's not doing it properly. Will he be a match when he starts using his strength?"

Most people were talking about how long Mok Wigun could withstand Bang So-eung's attacks. The atmosphere was one where no one thought that Mok Wigun would win or that the match would be a draw.

"It's starting again!"

Someone shouted. At that, everyone's heads turned towards Mok Wigun and Bang So-eung.

This time, Bang So-eung used both hands, and the fight became much more intense. Their arms intertwined and then separated. In the midst of that, they pushed, stabbed, and deflected. The two's battle was fierce. Fast techniques that were hard to even blink at were rampant.

But people could feel that Mok Wigun was at a disadvantage. Because Bang So-eung was attacking one-sidedly, and Mok Wigun was just barely blocking.

'They say he's the top master of Chang'an, and he's amazing.'

Mok Wigun was also surprised. He was a different type of master from Daoist Master Chongun. He was skilled in unorthodox moves, and his movements were bizarre. It was not easy to respond to the attacks that took advantage of his longer-than-average arms.

'Is it impossible in my current state? It will be difficult without using a special method.'

No matter how pure the internal energy is, there is a limit with ten years of internal energy. That's why he was being pushed back a little by his opponent. Had there ever been anyone who had pushed him this far? Mok Wigun was admiring Bang So-eung's skill. But that was nothing compared to Bang So-eung's surprise.

'What is this? He's only twenty years old.'

He had been active in the martial world for over forty years. But he had never seen someone with this level of skill at the age of twenty.

'His techniques are exquisite. He's defending accurately with minimal movement. Haha. Even though I haven't even used half of my internal energy, to think I can't grab his wrist, what on earth is going on?'

If Mok Wigun was enduring because his internal energy was immense, he could understand. It could be so if he had eaten elixirs like they were meals or if a master had supplemented his internal energy with a body-to-body transfer. Or if he had really learned the Star-Sucking Great Art.

But it wasn't. His techniques were exquisite, and his understanding of martial arts was high. His senses were also outstanding. This level at the age of twenty? He was just an unbelievable martial arts genius. But he couldn't say that. Because he was here to create a justification to attack the Mok family.

"A young brat has already fallen into the wrong path. Where did you learn such an evil art?"

Bang So-eung said that and secretly raised his internal energy. He planned to attack the moment Mok Wigun answered. If he could just subdue him, he could somehow resolve the situation. Hadn't he solved things by framing someone like that once or twice? But.

"The food is here, aren't you going to eat?"

Pyon Juksu's voice completely broke the atmosphere. Looking at where the sound came from, a waiter was standing there with food. Bang So-eung felt a throbbing in the back of his head. He glared at Pyon Juksu with wide eyes.

"If you interfere one more time, I won't leave you alone!"

"Aigoo. How scary. It seems you two aren't going to eat, so let's eat by ourselves."

Pyon Juksu told the waiter to put down the food and pulled Dan Bulseok over. And he began to eat in a corner.

At that, Bang So-eung felt a throbbing headache. No. His own party is having a duel, and he's eating? What kind of bastard is that?

But for now, it was time to focus on the matter with Mok Wigun. He raised his internal energy again and stood up from his seat.

"Your evil art is also at an end."

"Puhahaha!"

Suddenly, Mok Wigun laughed like a madman. At that, not only Bang So-eung, but everyone focused on Mok Wigun. Wondering why he was acting like that.

"An evil art? You're really good at joking. Isn't that right, everyone?"

Mok Wigun looked around at the people on the second floor, held out his hand, and said.

"We've only exchanged a few blows, what do you mean, an evil art? You're going too far with your jokes against a junior who is so far behind you."

At Mok Wigun's words, Bang So-eung ground his teeth. Usually, it would have been enough to drive the atmosphere in this way. But because the guy acted eccentrically, the atmosphere had become strange.

"You insolent brat. I'll make you beg for your life from that mouth of yours."

Now that it had come to this, he had to knock Mok Wigun down first. He raised his internal energy further and unfolded his unique martial art, the Ghost Shadow Step. Then his figure blurred and disappeared, and he suddenly appeared next to Mok Wigun.

Shhh!

Bang So-eung's fingernails cut through the air, as if to tear Mok Wigun apart.

"Ugh."

Mok Wigun was surprised and quickly stepped back. Fingernails that grazed past him. A few strands of hair fluttered and fell where Mok Wigun had dodged.

'Terrifying.'

Mok Wigun tried to counterattack, but Bang So-eung did not stop.

"Where do you think you're running? No way!"

Bang So-eung strode forward and attacked. Perhaps because he was tall, the distance closed in an instant even with one step.

"Oh no!"

As Bang So-eung pounced and scratched, people let out a cry of admiration. It was because they thought Mok Wigun had been hit. But Mok Wigun skillfully dodged the attack. Although Bang So-eung continuously scratched and stabbed, Mok Wigun dodged the offensive with a hair's breadth.

"I've never seen such an eel-like bastard."

Bang So-eung shouted loudly and increased his attack speed even more. A fast attack that was hard to even see. The spectators couldn't even breathe properly and focused on the two's duel.

"Hooah!"

As the two who had been close separated, people let out a breath all at once.

Bang So-eung was slowly catching his breath. On the other hand, Mok Wigun was panting, and his clothes were torn here and there. There was no need to say who had the upper hand.

But in Mok Wigun's eyes, a heat was blazing.

'Interesting. It has to be at this level to be fun to fight.'

This was the first time he had fought at a disadvantage since coming here. But this kind of experience was familiar to Mok Wigun. Because it was always like this when he fought the Demon King. No. The more it was like this, the more his blood boiled.

Bang So-eung also felt that momentum from Mok Wigun.

'What is this? I thought he would have lost his spirit after this much, but to feel his fighting spirit instead. Isn't he a complete fighting chicken?'

The children of prestigious families are not like this. This kind of wild and raw temperament was something that could only be felt from ronin. But that's not important.

'I'll subdue him in one go.'

If he dragged this out any longer, it would be a disgrace. He opened his mouth while raising his internal energy.

"Be careful. It will be different from now on."

It was then.

(End of Chapter)