◈ Trap (1)
Mujin quickly took his martial arts and left the Yongbong branch off-stage and headed to the Shaolin temple with the Shaolin monks.
‘shit. I didn’t know you were even learning the King Sword type.’
Since I had only used the Changgung Muai sword technique in my fighting skills so far, I was unable to accurately estimate Namgung Jincheon’s level.
The story of Yongbongjihoe in the novel Sado Paewangjeon ends with the main character, Do Wol-cheon, being defeated by Namgung Jincheon’s Changgung Muae Sword Technique in one sum.
Later, it was only mentioned that the winner of the Yongbong Branch was Namgung Jincheon and the runner-up was Cheongsu Dojang.
In fact, the moment when Namgung Jincheon’s power was revealed was five years later, after Dowolcheon had completed his training at the closed coffin for revenge.
Naturally, Mujin expected that Namgung Jincheon learned the Emperor Sword style after winning the prize for winning the Yongbong Branch.
The King’s Sword type was a martial art that required enormous internal strength, and the winning prize at this year’s Yongbong Branch was an item largely related to internal strength.
But that was it, Mu-gyeong’s treatment was the priority now.
After arriving at the pavilion, Master Hyeonhyeon, Oedangju, who was apprehensive of the state of Mugyeong placed on the floor, opened his mouth with a bitter expression.
“All the energy and blood are distorted, and the bets are also going crazy. “It seems a bit dangerous to treat with only the internal wound medicine we have here.”
At Master Hyeonhyeon’s words, Mujin hurriedly went into the room and came out with a small case.
“This is the summons I received when I left Shaolin. “How about using this?”
“You said you accepted the summons, but did you mean that the medicine house gave them to you?”
Since this was something that even he, the person in charge of this event, did not know about, Ambassador Hyunhyeon naturally gave a puzzled look.
“Rather than trivial things like that, treating Mu-gyeong comes first. Monk Oedangju!”
“Yeah, right! “Why don’t you give me the summons right now!”
However, as Mu-jin shouted urgently, Ambassador Hyeon-hyeon also came to his senses and focused on treating Mu-gyeong.
* * *
Around evening.
A magnificent manor built by the Namgung family in Oehyeon.
In the training hall prepared for Namgungse’s immediate descendants in the heart of the place, Namgung Jincheon was immersed in meditation while holding his sword.
‘I can’t believe you blocked that single sword so easily.’
What he was thinking about right now was Mujin who broke in at the end of the dance.
To be exact, it was him who very easily caught his own flesh sword with his hand.
Even though it was not aimed at Mu-jin, the sword was opened with the intention of killing Mu-gyeong. It was also a sincere Changgung martial arts swordsmanship.
He didn’t like the indifferent eyes that looked at him, but the fact that he easily blocked his sword was what bothered him the most.
Anything that stands in the way of the king’s execution is nothing but treason.
“Whoa.”
A heavy energy wave spread around Namgung Jincheon, who took a deep breath, and weighed down the entire training ground.
Next, Namgung Jincheon’s heavy sword moves slowly and strikes down to crush the virtual Mujin.
‘In the final dance, no one will be able to interfere.’
The biggest risk factor is that Namgung Jincheon could harm someone, the king, for the first time in this Yongbong branch. In other words, it was a moment of traitorous recognition.
* * *
Meanwhile, at that time.
In the heart of the Murim Alliance, three middle-aged warriors were holding a meeting again.
On the surface, they were having a lively conversation, discussing the bright future of the political faction, but behind the scenes, there were rumors going around.
– Now, after two days of rest, the finals of the Yongbong Branch will begin. Are there still any instructions from above?
– Don’t worry. The instructions came just a little while ago.
– I am truly fortunate. What happened?
– The higher-ups came to the conclusion to just leave it alone.
– … … What do you mean, just leave it alone?
– Was it discussed at the top?
– Are you saying that since Namgung Jincheon will win, we should just leave him alone?
– Such irresponsibility… … .
– Uh-huh. How irresponsible. Be careful what you say.
When the man at the head of the table shouted a warning, the two men cleared their throats.
And after a moment of cold silence, the man at the head of the table added an additional explanation.
– It’s not because I guarantee Namgung Jincheon’s victory. The higher-ups decided that it didn’t matter if Shaolin won.
– Is it because of your recent involvement with the Cheonryu Sangdan?
– That’s one thing, but it seems like the revival of the Shaolin monks had a big impact on the decisions of the higher-ups.
– Shaolin monk… … .
To them, who were middle-aged, the name Shaolin monk seemed like a spirit from a legend.
That’s right, it was 36 years ago that Hyeon-gwang lost his martial arts skills.
By the time they had just started hearing the sound of the late Ji-soo, Hyeon-gwang had already become a ruined person.
Although his name was widely known, it did not have much impact because he was a forgotten figure after his activities in the martial arts group.
– Is he such a great person?
– The higher-ups seemed to be paying quite close attention. Based on the judgment of my superiors, I believe it is at least on par with the Three Swords of the World.
– her… … How can someone who has been an invalid for over 30 years reach such a level?
– Isn’t that why he was called a divine monk?
After the last words, there was silence in the room for a while.
No, the sound was cut off, but in the meantime, they were having a friendly conversation with their mouths.
And the man who delivered the last message continued the message that was interrupted for a moment.
– In any case, the higher-ups gave instructions to proceed with the Yongbong branch as is. As a result of researching Cheonryu Sangdan and Shaolin, there was information that the later leader of Shaolin named Mujin was the descendant of the Shaolin priests.
Is it because it was quite surprising information? Regardless of the content of the telegram, the faces of the two men, who were conversing with seemingly exuberant expressions, were momentarily filled with surprise.
Of course, both men skillfully erased their expressions and started acting again.
– So, does this mean that the late Jisoo named Mujin is continuing the progress of the Shaolin priest?
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– That’s what the higher-ups think.
– Hmm. With a late-round index of that level, it wouldn’t be a big problem even if he were to replace Cheongsu Dojang and Namgung Jincheon.
Before long, both showed satisfied expressions.
The outward conversation was also about praising the late exponents, so the face did not feel awkward at all.
– If so, the finale will be held the day after the Yongbong branch ends.
– Hehehe. Whether she was Namgung or Shaolin. It will soon be in our hands.
Because Shaolin lived alone, pretending to be lonely and disconnected from the world, they did not particularly care about Shaolin.
However, their recent actions and the name Shaolin monks. If it was a latter-day index that was continuing the progress of the Shaolin monks, it was a prey worth using the trap that had been sufficiently prepared.
* * *
Late at night. After nearly two rounds of treatment, Mu-gyeong’s boiling energy and blood stabilized.
The summons brought by Mujin were very effective.
Of course, because it was mainly used to treat internal injuries, the internal strength of Mu-gyeong did not increase rapidly. At most, about five years of effort?
Of the three summoning teams he brought, two were given to Do Wol-cheon, and the other one was used for treatment, so there were no summoning parties left, but Mujin didn’t care.
Anyway, I had something in mind when it came to elixirs.
Instead, Mujin focused on the important issues at hand. It’s the Yongbong branch finals.
In the remaining two days, Mujin brought his body up to an appropriate level in preparation for the finals and finally refined his martial arts skills.
And two days later. As usual, Mujin headed to the secret stage of the Yongbong Branch with his Shaolin disciples.
However, the area near the Yongbong Branch off-stage had a slightly different atmosphere than usual.
It wasn’t just because it was the final.
Although there were more people than usual because it was the finals, it was more because of the people who came to watch the finals.
“Perhaps because it is the finals, all the important figures of the Murim Alliance have come.”
Looking in the direction where Master Hyeonhyeon was facing, several warriors between middle-aged and old were sitting together.
It was located close to the off-stage, and judging by the surrounding atmosphere, it was a place that gave the impression that it was a VIP seat.
Perhaps because the eyes of the Shaolin disciples followed him, Master Hyeonhyeon told them one by one who they were.
“The man in the center over there is none other than the Murim Lord Wijihak.”
Mujin’s eyes lit up at Master Hyeonhyeon’s words.
Murim lord Wijihak. Among the other nicknames, the most famous one is Gwonwang (拳王).
He was a man who overtook the two gigantic pillars of Shaolin of Gupa Ilbang and Hwangbo of Odaesae, and took the title of King of Fighters, the title of first authority in martial arts.
‘That’s what it looks like.’
Because he was a man I had only read about in novels, I did not recognize him until the epiphany spoke to him.
The study of power and kingship.
All of the Three Swords of the World or the Seven Kings, excluding Wijihak, were either Safa people or from the Five Great Families and the Old School Ilbang, and they became Murim lords close to the fishermen’s geography due to the political fight between the major political factions who did not want to elect someone from a different sect or Sega as the Murim lord.
No matter what anyone says, he was one of the Seven Kings, just below the Three Swords of the World, and was one of the top ten masters in the world.
“The military is also with us.”
The middle-aged man who does not look like a warrior, sitting next to him, is none other than Zhuge Wu-hwan, the general of the Murim League from the Zhuge Dynasty.
There was an aura of reluctance in Mujin’s eyes as he looked at him.
‘I thought that guy might be the culprit.’
Mu-jin, who had read the story of Sadohwangjeon, in which Do Wol-cheon is the main character, several times, knew that the dark forces had hidden a trap in the winning prize of this year’s Yongbong Branch.
And since he also knew that the Zhuge family was in league with the dark forces, he naturally assumed that the trap was prepared by Zhuge Mu-hwan, the commander-in-chief.
‘It’s still before the Zhuge family passes over.’
Thanks to meeting Zhuge Jinxi, I also learned that the Zhuge family had not completely joined hands with the dark forces yet.
The only problem was that the Zhuge family was divided into factions.
It was also learned that Zhuge Wu-hwan, the half-brother of the current head of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Wen, was a man who quickly moved to the Murim Alliance when he was young to avoid the struggle for the head of the family, and was a man slightly distant from the Zhuge family.
In the end, the story was that that guy may or may not be the culprit.
‘Well, after the Yongbong Branch is over and we destroy a few of the dark side’s plans, we’ll find some clues.’
Even as Mujin was organizing his thoughts, Master Hyeonhyeon was briefly telling the Shaolin disciples about the main figures of the Murim Alliance.
And after a while.
As the time for the Yongbong Branch finals to begin approached, the Murim Lord Wijihak stood up and flew onto the non-stage with light movements.
“Nice to meet you, fellow members of the martial arts faction! “If anything, it’s Wijihak who holds the position of Murim lord!”
“Waaaaaa!!!”
Although his deep, powerful voice was certainly not loud, it was vividly transmitted to the ears of thousands of dancers surrounding the non-stage.
It was Wijihak that very simply presented a level of study that was much more difficult than raising one’s voice ignorantly by betting.
“Today is a very special day. The late leaders who will be responsible for the future of our political faction, Moorim. Among them, we are about to have a competition to determine the most outstanding junior. ha ha ha.”
As Wijihak bursts into laughter, someone smiles happily. Someone else followed him and burst into loud laughter.
“Our Murim Alliance is nothing more than an alliance created by the Murim faction joining hands to block those evil factions and the cruel demonic cultists. And the late exponents who participated in this Yongbong branch are precious talents who will follow in our footsteps and fight against them ten or twenty years from now! Therefore, we at the Murim Alliance have prepared a gift that will be of great help to the future hero who will stop the Sima Mao outsiders!”
“Waaaa!!”
“Then today, who will lead our political faction in the future? “I hope that we can watch together the moment when Huji Ji, who will receive that gift, is born!”
The moment Wijihak finished his speech, huge cheers and applause erupted from the people surrounding the off-stage.
Wi Ji-hak greeted the dancers surrounding the non-stage with open arms and then returned to his seat.
Only after the noisy and chaotic atmosphere had calmed down a bit, the warrior from the Murim League, who was in charge of judging, stepped onto the non-stage.
And with the referee’s call, Mujin and Namgoong Jincheon, the main characters of this final, headed to the off-stage.
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