◈ Four Gods Group (3)
Mujin stepped forward and opened his mouth.
“It looks like no one else will come out, so which of the two should I fight first?”
As soon as Mujin finished speaking, Cheongsu Dojang and Namgung Jincheon, who were standing on either side, glared at each other.
Mujin sighed inwardly and said, seeing the child-like behavior of each other saying they would do it first.
“Both of you seem to have used a lot of your inner energy while performing the dance, so I will perform the dance with the person who has recovered his inner energy first.”
This time too, as soon as Mujin finished speaking, the two took action.
dump.
With dozens of people around them, the two of them boldly sat cross-legged and entered the fortune-telling ceremony.
The moment one person has a bad mind and launches a surprise attack, the goal could be lost, but the attitude was that teamwork with Mujin took priority over such risks.
‘Crazy guys.’
Mujin shook his head as if he was disgusted.
And how long did it take to wait in strange tension?
The first man to open his eyes was Namgung Jincheon.
As soon as he finished eating his fortune-telling breakfast, he immediately stood up and glared at Mu-jin while still in a timid posture.
It was Namgung Jincheon who endured three years of hellish training just for this moment.
For a man who prided himself on being a king, it was intolerable for someone to be above him.
However, because he was full of pride in himself, it was not in line with his inclination to send assassins to Mujin or to use underworld tactics.
Overcoming the man who looked down on him with his own strength. That was the way of the Namgung family, who were all alone.
The sight of this guy who had always been arrogant, with his competitive spirit burning in his eyes, seemed somehow familiar to Mujin.
‘I lost all my money. very.’
It was the look in the eyes that Emperor Namgung showed when he was fighting with Unheo Jinin or Grandpa Hyeongwang.
“Can we begin?”
“However much.”
Immediately after completing a short question and answer.
The two men moved without even thinking about who would go first.
bang!!
Immediately after the first attack was exchanged, creating a loud noise that was too frightening to say that swords and fists collided.
bang!!
The two men continued to use their fists and swords and drank heavily.
‘As expected, there is no such thing as monster strength.’
Even though he was using the Changgung Muai sword technique, which is said to be the best heavy sword in the central region, Namgung Jincheon was unable to push Mujin.
No, rather than pushing it, it seemed like it would be pushed back even if the use of internal energy was delayed even a little.
Hehehe.
The palm holding the sword collided with Mujin’s fist, causing friction with the sword soldier, creating an unpleasant noise.
And while Namgung Jincheon was concentrating on his sword. Mujin suddenly swung his leg.
“Sigh!!”
Sweat flowed down Namgung Jincheon’s forehead as he took a deep breath and took a step back.
You swing your legs while holding your sword with your arms. This meant that there was room for distribution of power.
As a direct descendant of the Namgung family, which prides itself on being the best heavy sword in the Central Plains, it was a situation where his pride was hurt in many ways.
Namgung Jincheon was not discouraged.
In the first place, he did not show his sincerity in his meeting with the Cheongsu Dojang.
What was the reason he endured three years of hellish training after the end of the Yongbong branch?
“Huh!!”
Just for this moment.
It was to repay the humiliation suffered by that Shaolin God Dragon.
bang!!
Once again, ripples appear in Mujin’s eyes as he blocks Namgung Jincheon’s sword.
The shock transmitted through the fist that clashed with the sword became even stronger. The weight on his sword became even heavier.
Even more, the weight of the sword wielded by Namgung Jincheon was getting heavier as the collision was repeated.
Namgung Jincheon was born as the eldest son of the Namgung family, and grew up receiving bee water from birth and eating elixirs as snacks during his growing years.
Someone talks. It is said that if you take a level of elixir that you cannot handle, the overflowing energy acts as poison and harms your body.
However, it was not a problem for him, who was born with no bones and had a bee hair.
However, there was no problem in building up my skills. There was a problem that he wasn’t even aware of.
When he practiced martial arts, he did not pay close attention to internal techniques.
Even if you just hit your inner strength at random, the martial arts were freely spread out and there was no strain on your body.
Thanks to my natural bonelessness and my blood vessels strengthened by washing my hair.
Because I didn’t feel a problem, I didn’t even consider it a problem.
However, due to the defeat three years ago, Namgung Jincheon was able to realize his problem.
And then to the present.
bang!!
Every time Namgung Jincheon clashed with Mujin, he condensed his inner energy into his body and sword.
Unlike before, ensure that not even a single strand of internal air leaks meaninglessly.
With all his might, he tuned up his enormous internal strength and concentrated it on his sword and body.
Weeeeeee.
Thanks to the incredible amount of strength gathered, the sword made a violent noise as if it was crying.
Why?
No matter how heavy Nangong Jincheon’s sword became, the Shaolin Divine Dragon was not pushed back even a single step.
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no. Far from being pushed out.
‘… … Smile?’
There was a deep smile on his lips.
From Mujin’s perspective, this situation could not help but be enjoyable.
A battle of strength versus strength.
How can you not be happy when your opponent is fighting in the field you are most confident in?
bang!!
Every time I collide with Namgung Jincheon’s sword, the heavy weight transmitted through my fist brings back a stiff feeling in my muscles.
Mujin grinned again and swung his fist, feeling the stiffness as if he had been using all his might to iron it.
bang!!
The spectators, who were watching the two men swinging their swords and fists at each other without giving an inch in the center of the gym, had half-fazed expressions on their faces at some point.
It was clear that the two men were wielding swords and fists, but they kept making loud noises as if they had thrown a wall bomb.
Wooooow!
And the moment when Namgung Jincheon’s sword, which had reached its limit, made a strong resonance sound.
“Haaa!”
As Namgung Jincheon raised his sword and assumed a superior posture, Namgung Jincheon’s sword, which had been condensing energy until now, had already formed a strong energy.
Mu-jin also realized that this was the last move of Namgung Jincheon and took a radical decision.
There was a way to avoid the last attack and launch a counterattack, but Mujin had no intention of avoiding a battle of strength versus strength.
The moment Namgung Jincheon, who had finished preparing, lowered his raised sword.
A group of golden stars poured out from Mujin’s fist.
Immediately after Mujin’s Musang Shinkwon and Namgung Jincheon’s Sword Gang clashed.
Clink.
Namgung Jincheon’s sword, which had reached its limit, shattered like glass.
It wasn’t just the sword that was broken.
“It looks like you have suffered an internal injury, so how about taking a fortune-telling breakfast?”
“… … .”
Namgung Jincheon, whose face had turned white due to internal injuries, glared at Mujin for a moment, spat out fresh blood, and sat cross-legged.
In some ways, the flow of the duel felt similar to the dance between Hyeon-gwang and Namgung Geomwang that we saw in the past.
‘As expected, there is still a long way to go.’
Rather, Mujin could not help but feel even more that he was still lacking.
That’s because Hyeon-gwang treated him like Son Wukong on the palm of Buddha, even against Namgung Geomwang, not Namgung Jincheon.
Mu-jin, who was reminded of Grandpa Hyeon-gwang who had left, shook his head lightly to shake off the thoughts and looked back.
“Do you want to do it right away? Cheongsu Seal.”
There, Cheongsu Dojang, whose eyes were bright with anticipation, was already looking at Mujin with his sword drawn.
* * *
The dance between Mujin and Cheongsu Dojang proceeded in quite a different way than during the Namgung Jincheon period.
If I had to use an analogy, it was closer to playing tag than to fighting.
Unlike Namgung Jincheon, who ignorantly clashed with Mujin with both legs firmly planted in the center.
Whirling!
The Cheongsu Dojang unfolded the Yuunbo and moved around the entire training hall, swinging his sword.
bang!!!
And, in order to chase Cheongsu, who was running away, Mujin was blowing up the floor of the training ground by spreading the bankruptcy report to the extreme.
However, from Mujin’s perspective, the eyes of the later Jisoos watching the game of tag and bimu were filled with astonishment.
The harmony of the soft Taegeuk that goes on and on, and the biting sword that occasionally pops out between the softness.
Cheongsu Dojang’s swordsmanship boasted a high level of skill that made viewers realize the ‘difference in talent’.
And in the case of Mujin.
‘… … ‘Is that really a person?’
Beyond the difference in talent, it was making us feel the difference in species.
The complex techniques that Qing Shui created, which they could not even dare to imitate, were of no use to that monster.
The blue sword of the Cheongsu Dojo was often blocked by the golden shield, and even if it managed to break through the shield, the blade touched Mujin’s skin.
visor!
Absurdly, when the blade came into contact with the skin, a metallic sound rang out.
A god from the ancient times whose body is made of brass. It was as if Chiu had appeared.
But the most bizarre thing is in that dark situation.
The thing about Cheongsu Dojang was that he had a cute smile on his face, as if he was dying of joy.
It seems as if he is perfectly happy in this situation that pushes him to the limit.
If Namgung Jincheon sharpened his sword for three years to get revenge on Mujin, Cheongsu had a slightly different goal.
Cheongsu, who visited Guangxi Province with Mujin, learned about the lives of innocent people suffering from evildoers.
To protect the poor, to punish the wicked. Cheongsu has been receiving teachings from Unhe Jinin.
And at this moment.
– It is said to be competent steel making, so if Taegeuk reaches its peak, no attack in the world will be able to pierce you.
Cheongsu Dojang, immersed in a deep trance, drew a sword path that encompassed all of his past training achievements.
Although it seemed sparse, the net of energy that covered all directions succeeded in wrapping Mujin’s fist.
‘Now the final blow.’
In a trance, it was Cheongsu Dojang who caught the moment when Mujin’s movements had stopped and tried to use his sword to kill him.
There was one thing that Cheongsu Dojang overlooked.
If extreme softness could overcome all strength.
The fact that strength reached its extreme tears apart softness.
Mujin, who tore apart the net of energy, instantly burrowed into Cheongsu Dojang, who was preparing to attack.
“Gotcha.”
Mujin’s eyes, who managed to grab hold of Cheongsu Dojang’s arm, glowed sinisterly.
Right after that.
“Kwaaaaah!”
Cheongsu Dojang’s screams echoed throughout the training hall.
* * *
Immediately after the dance was over.
Everyone who watched Bimu looked at Mujin like he was a monster.
“As expected, you are the instructor!”
Except for the disciples of the Jongnam faction who received spiritual education from Mujin.
Even the disciples from Shaolin like Mujin also looked tired of Mujin.
Mu-jin considered himself to be inferior to Hyeon-gwang, but by the standards of his peers, he had already stepped into the realm of monsters.
“hmm. “It seems like the vice-captain has been decided.”
The person who brightened up the awkward atmosphere was Dokgopae, the leader of the Blue Dragon.
“Then, from now on, we will conduct individual interviews for training and personnel distribution.”
“Do you mean personnel distribution?”
When Mujin asked with a puzzled look, Dokgopae added an explanation.
“If you lead eighty people at once, problems may arise, so we plan to divide the team into four groups of twenty. In order to distribute the number of people to each group, we will now conduct brief individual interviews. Vice leader Mujin, please watch over the members’ training while individual interviews are in progress.”
“Are you telling me to train the people here?”
Mujin looked at me with an expression that made me wonder what kind of nonsense this was.
The factions were still divided, and there was no way for the training to proceed even if the leader was not there.
“As they all come from different factions, the training will be conducted in the form of autonomous training. The vice-captain will only be responsible for supervising to prevent any untoward incidents during self-training.”
Mujin, who had finally learned of Dokgopae’s intentions, nodded.
“All right.”
After hearing Mujin’s answer, the Dokgo group called a member from the medium and small faction and headed to the pavilion next to the training hall.
And according to the self-training time that had begun, the members of the Blue Dragon Corps began training in a reckless manner.
It wasn’t that I had no motivation to train. The problem is that everyone is divided into factions.
Because each of them was reluctant to display their feast in front of others, they were only carrying out basic training in a haphazard manner.
When Mujin was wondering what the hell was going on.
Disciples of the Jongnam faction approached Mujin and spoke to him.
“Instructor! Please guide our training a little!”
“It’s self-training, right?”
“yes! “So I want to sharpen metal, but I don’t have the right tools here!”
At the words of the Jeomchangpa disciple, Mujin nodded, saying, ‘Indeed.’
Certainly, there were no tools suitable for sharpening iron here.
“Well, today I’m going to teach you some bodyweight exercises you can do when you don’t have any equipment. “Today is the first day, so let’s start with the lower body.”
If it is just bodyweight exercise and not iron training, it will look like basic external training from the outside.
There was no particular reason why I couldn’t teach it to others.
And when Mujin began teaching bodyweight lower body exercises to the disciples of the Jeomchang sect, Shaolin and shamans. Those of the Zhuge Sega, the Tang Dynasty, and the Open Party also secretly joined it.
Mujin, who was in the middle of teaching a group of about 20 people, suddenly remembered something and glanced around.
‘Hmm. If I do this, it feels like I’m creating a faction for no reason.’
Mujin thought it would be a good idea to use this opportunity to attract some neutral factions.
When I turned my head, I saw several warriors secretly looking in this direction, pretending to be practicing.
Then, when Mujin made eye contact, he quickly looked away, and it felt like I was seeing Helin side-eyeing Helchang, who is in good shape, working out at the gym.
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