Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 223

◈ The best talent in the world (2)

Early morning the next day.

The urgent voice of Lee Dae-dae’s disciple woke Hye-geol from her sleep.

“Sa, Sa Baek, you’re in big trouble!”

“What happened so early in the morning?”

“The homeless children have disappeared!”

As Lee Dae-dae’s disciple continued, Hye-geol felt as if any remaining sleepiness had gone away.

“Now, wouldn’t it be possible to go for a short walk?”

It was a wish that came to mind because I had already visited Mujin, Mugyeong, and the vicinity of Hwasanpa several times without anyone knowing.

However, Disciple Lee cruelly shattered Hye-geol’s hopes.

“Woah, here. “This is a letter left behind by homeless children.”

Hye-geol looked at the letter handed out by Lee University’s disciple and felt as if her eyes were going dark.

There was no special content in the letter.

It was simply a kind of training schedule written on what exercises should be taught to the disciples of the Jongnam faction in the future.

In other words, Hye-geol and the Shaolin disciples were asked to handle the rest of the schedule.

I couldn’t believe it, but I never thought he would run away at night again.

But before she could recover from the shock, Hye-geol realized something strange.

“Muhyul, what happened to Muhyul?”

If it was his son’s son, wouldn’t he have to stay for his own sake?

“… … .”

However, Great Disciple Lee could only ignore Hye-geol’s sad expression.

“Hehehehe… … .”

Disciple Lee, who was looking at Hye-geol, who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, took a moment to notice and gave her one more piece of information that he had not yet shared.

“And, it is said that some of the exercise equipment has also disappeared.”

“Exercise tools?”

“yes. “After checking, I found out that Mujin’s things and a carriage were missing.”

“haha. “Hehehehe.”

Hye-geol’s mouth bursts into laughter as she listens to Lee Dae-dae’s explanation.

“You were jumping around carrying those heavy things, but no one knew about it?”

At this point, I would have nothing to say even if I was punished for negligent management.

* * *

After spending some time training with Hye-geol and the Shaolin disciples, Mu-jin continued to move west, driving a carriage with his companions.

Of course, driving a carriage did not mean driving horses.

The four of them took turns pulling the carriage instead of horses, stopping occasionally to polish the metal.

‘No matter how the body is made, I can’t let it cause muscle loss!’

Jumping out with something this size was a pretty big gamble, even from Mujin’s perspective.

However, his body, which had already reached its human limits, was bound to lose muscle mass even if it was slightly neglected.

Well, that doesn’t mean it’s an incredible rate of losing one muscle a day, but from Mujin’s point of view, even just a little bit of weight loss was enough to raise eyebrows.

Of course, driving the carriage the whole time could put a strain on the muscles, but Mujin used a shortcut.

When driving a carriage or performing a movement that requires a lot of calories, it was enough to use internal energy.

If I used a little more internal energy, I could drive the carriage just by using just the strength to run.

But exercise isn’t the only thing that’s important in managing your muscles.

In order to maintain ridiculously compressed muscles, the calories and protein required also go beyond common sense.

Crunch. Crunch.

Thanks to this, the wagon used by Mujin and his party never ran out of food.

Every time we arrived at a village, prefecture, or city, Mujin was prepared with a huge amount of food and stuffed it into our mouths without stopping while traveling.

Crunch. Crunch.

“Mujin~! “This is delicious too!”

“Ukki! Wooki!!”

Thanks to this, the companions were also repeating the blessed meal every day.

Mujin looked at the trio with grease stains on both hands and stuffing meat into their mouths, with a satisfied expression on their faces.

‘Who would look at them and think they are monks? Ha ha ha ha ha.’

It felt like there was no need to even try to hide my identity as a monk.

Is it because of the delicious meals that continue every day? The group continued moving west, seemingly forgetting any worries about running away at night.

Mugung asked, looking at a place he had never seen before in his life.

“So, there is a successor to the Heavenly Demon here?”

“Actually, he’s going to be here soon.”

“Could it be that the heir to the Heavenly Demon is moving to attack Podalap Palace?”

The place they arrived at was Seojang.

It is famous for Podalap Palace and is one of the places commonly referred to as ‘Sae-e’ in martial arts circles.

However, Mujin shook his head in response to Mugung’s question.

“This is just a street they pass by. “The destination is Namman, not the chief.”

And in the process of heading to Nanman, the future Heavenly Demon clashes with a blood monk.

Therefore, Mujin planned to wait at the location that appeared in the novel and make Mu-gyeong and the future Cheonma fight.

“what? why?”

Mu-gyeong must have sensed the evil look in Mu-jin’s eyes and steps back, covering herself with both hands.

‘If anyone sees it, they’ll think they’re trying to attack it. ‘You crazy bastard.’

ah. For your information, “crazy guy” wasn’t an insult. At least, to Mu-gyeong, it was a word that expressed it as it was.

“Hmm. “Then do you know where they will pass by?”

In response to Mugung’s question, ignoring Mu-gyeong, Mu-jin lightly nodded.

“Limji (林芝). “There is no better way to get to Namman through Seojang.”

Of course, it was just something I had read in novels.

Rimji is located on the border with the eldest southern state (Arunachal Pradesh), and there was a high mountain range blocking the road between the two regions.

The largest mountain range in the world. The Everest Mountain Range.

However, the mountain range blocking Rimji and the eldest son was the end of the Everest Mountain Range, and its height and terrain were such that those with advanced skills or skill could easily pass by.

Therefore, those who could not freely enter and exit the central plain instead went to Nanman through Yunnan.

It was said that they would pass by Rimji, go to Jangnam, and head to Namman.

And in the first part of the novel, the place where the blood monk, who was in the midst of his evil deeds, was haunted was the forest area.

‘Now that this guy is here, it’ll be quite peaceful.’

Thinking of that thought, Mujin looked at Mukyung with a happy expression.

Originally, he was a crazy murderer who slaughtered civilians at random and drew their blood to make a living.

However, he met himself and changed his mind, and although he was still a crazy person, he did not become a murderer who would drink anyone’s blood.

It could truly be said to be a major advancement, and is there any other achievement more satisfying than this?

“Why are you looking at me like that again?”

As Mu-gyeong backed away, covering herself with both hands again, blood appeared on Mu-jin’s forehead, who was smiling happily.

* * *

“Is that Rimji?”

“I guess so?”

After moving by pulling a carriage, Mujin and his party finally reached their destination.

But why?

It was a forest area that I thought would be peaceful, but when I arrived, I found that the people there were full of hostility.

‘Is it just because it’s a rural area that they exclude outsiders?’

The concentration of hostility and suspicion in his eyes was too thick to say that.

“Why are you doing that?”

“It’s because of you.”

It was Mu-gyeong who answered Mu-jin’s self-talk.

“me? why?”

“Because you made me like this. “Isn’t it natural for anyone to be scared?”

Mu-jin responded to Mu-gyeong’s complaints with blue eyes.

Who told you to treat people like weirdos?

Since there was no point in guessing on his own, Mujin headed to the guesthouse first.

After finding a room there and ordering a meal. I gave Jeomsoy some kickback money and asked.

I wonder if there is any problem in the village.

And the answer that came back was, in some ways, a fairly obvious story.

“It’s because there are people called Heilangdae who don’t know whether they are demon enemies or bandits running rampant.”

The prediction that there would be peace because there were no blood monks was naive.

No matter where you go in the world, there are bad guys. Since there was no blood monk who was a bigger evil, it seemed like the little brats were setting it up.

‘Or maybe the blood monk ate them and set up a coil here.’

In fact, the Rimji area had good conditions for bad guys to operate.

In Seojang, there was a Buddhist school, Podalap Palace, similar to Shaolin or Ami in the central plains.

However, there was a distance of hundreds of li from Podalap Palace to Ramji, and he even secretly pretended to be a monk of Podalap Palace, befitting his nickname of ‘blood monk’.

“But you don’t know why they are demon enemies or bandits?”

“They used to attack the village on horseback, but when the monks from Podalap Palace came to catch them, they hid in the mountain over there. So it’s not easy to catch them.”

At Jeomsoy’s explanation, Mujin nodded, ‘I see.’

The blood monk also showed the same behavior. When he was attacked by a group of people, he would run away into the mountains.

The difference between them and the Heilangdae or something like that is that they just ran away and the blood monks would drag them into the mountains and aim to kill them individually.

‘Maybe it’s really true that the blood monks hunted those magic enemies and formed a coil.’

Considering their similar behavior patterns, it seemed highly likely.

And Mugung, who heard all of Jeomsoy’s explanation, spoke to Mujin.

“Those magical bastards. Shouldn’t we catch it?”

Muyul, Lingling, and Mukyung also nodded in agreement.

It is said that there were not just one or two victims in the village, and dozens of people were killed or kidnapped by them, so they must be killed.

“That’s right.”

But when Mujin actually answered like that, he had other thoughts in mind.

‘Isn’t it better? I was already thinking about how to get the Cheonma out.’

In martial arts circles, the Demonic Cult was a group that appeared quite frequently. However, the atmosphere of demonic religion in each martial arts world was largely divided into three categories.

First, if they appear purely as a group of villains.

At this time, they are all portrayed as blood-crazed killers like Mu-kyung.

The second and third cases are similar, in which the supporting character helping the main character or the main character is a member of a demonic cult.

At this time, there was originally a name such as Seonghwagyo, but the second case was that the imperial family or a group of old factions framed them and drove them into the devil’s religion.

The third case was that they were depicted as a group of real men who operated purely on the logic of power.

And part 1 of the Ga-kyung trilogy. The demonic cult group that appears in The Return of the Heavenly Demon was close to the third case.

It was a development that was trying to get closer to the first case through various events, but was eventually purified by the Heavenly Demon.

In this world view, the Demonic Cult is a group that reveres strength, so of course they were learning magical techniques that would allow them to quickly become stronger.

And in this worldview, magic is largely divided into two branches.

Just like the Heavenly Blood Absorption method used by blood demons and blood monks, it is a true magic attack that only becomes stronger by absorbing the blood or energy of others or killing others.

And the other one was a martial art called magic attack because it could quickly become stronger but lacked stability.

In the latter case, stability is ultimately low and it is easy for a person to fall into a state of madness or mental evil, and as a result, it is easy to fall into mania and commit murder, so in the end, it is no different from the first case.

However, the Heavenly Demon in Part 1 of the novel absolutely hated the Demon Gong in the first case.

Also, he thought it was pitiful to be swayed by magic and fall into a state of confusion.

A strong mental power that does not allow one’s reason to be taken away by magic, even while learning unstable and dangerous magic techniques.

He was a man who believed that his mental strength was the soul of a true warrior.

Because he was such a man, he had an extreme dislike for warriors harassing the common people, and thanks to his temperament, he was called a devil.

As he was that kind of man, he had no choice but to let the magic attack happen as he passed through this place.

Even if your colleagues try to stop you.

‘Just like it was in the novel.’

As a member of the Demonic Cult’s armed forces, he was supposed to act as a group, but he sent his comrades away first, asking for a few days to be resolved, and followed the traces of the blood monk alone.

So this time, I thought it would be okay to use the swarm of magical enemies instead of the blood monks.

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