Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 106



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106. Confident Gambling (3)

Namgung Hwi obviously didn’t think he would lose. The age of that senior member, Muk Hwi-yeong, seemed to be around his age at most.

Namgung Hwi was the one who had defeated the famous martial artists known as the best in the martial arts world. At this age, there were only a handful of people who had received nicknames. Receiving a nickname meant that he had received recognition from the martial arts world.

Even Myeongyeop, the greatest disciple of the shaman, still does not have a nickname. This is because he has not traveled to the world of martial arts very often. Of course, this was a time of peace when it was difficult to achieve great feats worthy of a nickname.

The presence of the brain is clearly revealed in the fog. This means that Namgung Hwi is clearly ahead in terms of internal energy.

Although Mukhwiyeong’s internal energy had greatly improved by taking Taecheongdan and Cheonwangsindan, there was still a huge gap between him and Namgung Hwi, who had been taking elixirs like food since childhood.

This is where the differences between Sega and the sect show. Sega usually gives elixirs to the head of the household who will inherit the family, while the sect distributes it evenly among the disciples, so children of Sega usually have more internal energy when they are young.

Even Mukhwiyeong, who had only recently entered the world as a lay disciple, was unlikely to be able to catch up with him just by taking a few elixirs.

“Ugh.”

Shock poured out of people’s mouths.

Even the onlookers are mostly merchants who don’t often get to see proper unmanned vehicles.

Up until now, the unmanned units have shown considerable skill, but Muk Hwi-yeong and Namgung Hwi were on a different level from them.

The escorts brought by the Hwiju merchants were at best ronin or warriors from small and medium-sized schools. Since Muk Hwi-yeong and Namgung Hwi were from prestigious schools, their martial arts skills were completely different.

“It’s beautiful.”

Son Yeong-ui was amazed. The other merchants nodded their heads.

The black sword of Namgung Se-ga is tyrannical, and the black sword of the Mu-dang-pa is elegant. In a way, it is a mystery that they are in conflict. So, the appearance of Namgung Hwi attacking and Muk Hwi-yeong defending was naturally formed.

“Huh!”

The merchants all let out a groan of shock. It was because Namgung Hwi’s wall-hanging seemed to be about to cut off Muk Hwi-yeong’s neck. However, when they blinked, Muk Hwi-yeong was already dodging the attack with the iron plate bridge technique of bending his waist backwards. The speed at which the two exchanged blows was difficult for ordinary people to keep up with.

‘Hoo.’

Namgung Hwi was secretly surprised. He thought he would lower his head in shock at the sharp sword thrust into his neck, but he bent his waist backwards.

Iron Plate Bridge is a technique that anyone can use if they have a decent amount of external strength and muscle. However, using it in an urgent real-life situation is a matter of intelligence and talent.

If you lower your head, your field of vision will narrow no matter how much you open your eyes. I was planning to limit my field of vision like that and end the fight by linking it with the attack coming from a blind spot, but it didn’t work out as I thought.

“That’s interesting.”

Namgung Hwi blurted it out without realizing it.

The sword of Mukhwiyeong was mysterious. I have dealt with the sword of a shaman before.

According to Namgung Hui, the sword of the shaman is frustratingly defensive and emphasizes counterattacks. Although that is a characteristic of the martial arts of the Taoist school, the shaman school is at the extreme in that regard.

Usually, the swordsmanship of young disciples does not deviate much from the standardized swordsmanship or the swordsmanship of their masters. However, although Mukhwiyeong’s sword follows the form of a shaman, it does not remind me of anyone’s sword. If I had to be specific, I would say that the swordmanship of a merchant emphasizes efficiency.

‘You’re talented.’

Of course, the shamans wouldn’t have taught him that way. That’s something he honed himself. The fact that he made something of his own means that he has a unique sense for the sword. And that’s what the world calls talent.

“What a pity. If he had become a disciple of the main temple, he might have become a swordsman representing the shamans.”

“Because I am a disciple of the famous monk, I learn everything there is to learn.”

“Isn’t it true that you can’t learn Taegeuk Hyegeom? That’s a martial art that only Taegeuk sword masters are allowed to learn.”

“That’s true.”

Namgung Hwi felt something was off even while talking.

And soon he figured out what that strange feeling was. Muk Hwi-yeong’s speech was also not very different from his own, and he didn’t waver much.

I thought I was barely avoiding it, so I was controlling my strength as much as possible, but I thought that maybe Muk Hwi-yeong was doing the same.

“Do you have time right now?”

“There isn’t any.”

“That sounds like a lie.”

Namgung Hwi’s wall disappeared in an instant, and then he rushed in from the blind spot, aiming for Muk Hwi-yeong’s waist. The change was so quick that the onlookers didn’t even notice it.

“Huh.”

Mukhwiyoung held his breath and lifted his body slightly into the air. The sword barely touched his waist.

Blood flowed out as the flesh split open. But even so, Muk Hwi-yeong didn’t even blink an eye. In terms of pain, the first time he absorbed the magic was much worse. If he had the talent of indomitable, this level of laceration would be painless.

Mok Hwi-yeong swung his sword while rotating his body. The sword flew as one and then split apart, drawing two curves to strike Namgung Hwi’s body. It was the Soft Cloud Sword Technique’s Three-Cho Style, Soft Cloud Double Peaks.

Namgung Hwi was thrown back by the recoil of blocking the blow, avoiding another attack.

“It was a lie after all.”

“What is it?”

“I mean, there’s no room. The ship has gotten faster, but it’s not letting it slip away. Before, it was just efficiently dodging.”

“Can’t you see that I’m hurt?”

“That level of injury is something that happens frequently during combat.”

Namgung Hwi said it casually. In fact, it was true, so Muk Hwi-yeong didn’t say anything more. Of course, not having the time to open his mouth also played a part.

‘You only get one chance.’

Muk Hwi-yeong was keenly aware of the difference between him and Namgung Hwi. Namgung Hwi was strong enough to be called the best late-game indexer of his time.

Of course, it didn’t make sense to divide it like this after only learning martial arts for two years. What made it possible was the Mujae store, several coincidences, and enlightenment from past life experiences. Because the merchant’s enlightenment converged into the martial artist’s enlightenment due to the law of returning to the original state.

“good.”

Namgung Hwi admitted it. The merchant in front of him was stronger than any other warrior. It wasn’t just a problem limited to the warriors. There were people who were strong themselves. In Namgung Hwi’s opinion, when dealing with such people, you couldn’t let your guard down under any circumstances.

‘Hwiya. A person who is unmanned must have good eyesight. Don’t be a fool who believes everything he sees.’

The words of my respected grandfather came to mind. When I first saw Mukhwiyeong, I thought he was just an ordinary merchant who was just making a fuss, but that was a wrong judgment.

“This isn’t the place to test you. This is a fight between us on equal footing.”

A flash of lightning burst out from Namgung Hwi’s sword. The blue light under the wall became even more vivid.

“It’s the White Thunder Sword Technique!”

Someone noticed and exclaimed in admiration. The brain energy of the White Thunder Sword Technique looked like a thick, sprawling tree branch.

“Can I receive it? The top prize.”

“There’s something I’ve noticed while selling things.”

“What?”

“I mean, there is nothing in the world that cannot be sold.”

“Why is that suddenly coming out?”

“I believe that there is no sword in the world that cannot be accepted.”

Namgung Hwi laughed in vain. Has anyone his age ever said such outrageous things in front of him? Usually, it was Namgung Hwi who did it to get closer to him.

But it was strange for a person who was not an uninhabited island to say something like that. It seemed that what Myeonggyeong had said about Muk Hwi-yeong had made some sense.

Namgung Hwi felt good because he felt like he had found someone he liked after a long time.

“Good!”

Mukhwiyoung slowly raised his energy. To Namgunghwi, the flow of energy did not seem natural. Perhaps he had recently had a chance encounter, taken an elixir, or experienced an incident that caused his internal energy to increase rapidly.

But Namgung Hwi waited. This wasn’t a life or death fight.

It was said that learning from the family was the moment when a warrior should respect another warrior the most. Anyway, Namgung Hwi was also curious about Muk Hwi-yeong’s history.

Thick fog and a thunderous thunder. The merchants were mesmerized by the sight. This level of martial arts was not something that could be easily seen anywhere. This was because the masters and famous families usually fought in closed or restricted spaces because they did not want to show off their martial arts.

In that sense, the merchants who were watching this martial arts show right now were very lucky. And they realized. Why was Namgung Hwi trying to trick them? Those who possessed such martial arts skills should be proud.

Muk Hwi-yeong and Namgung Hwi took a step forward at the same time. They were already seeing each other’s world and reading each other’s breathing. It was as if they were implicitly sharing the time when they should move forward.

A gust of wind blew through the silence where everyone was struggling to breathe. It was an invisible sign.

Namgung Hwi rushed in first. He replaced his thoughts with instincts. If thoughts are the self, then he was now in a state of no-self.

The moment when Namgung Hwi and Muk Hwi-young became close was fleeting. Until then, Namgung Hwi had no doubts about his victory.

Until I met Mukhwiyoung’s eyes. For some reason, his eyes had a faint gray tint to them.

At that moment, Namgung Hwi felt as if he was suffocating from the fog that enveloped him. The fog suddenly became thick and unpleasant. It was not the fog that rose from a clear mountain lake, but the fog that rose from a swamp where corpses were decomposing.

It’s creepy. It’s chilling.

The intuition that it was dangerous rang the alarm loudly. Namgung Hwi immediately threw his body away and changed direction.

Namgung Hwi was pushed back while sweeping the floor with his hand. When he raised his head and looked at Muk Hwi-yeong, the gray color had disappeared from his eyes.

“… … ?”

Not only the merchants, but even Myeonggyeong didn’t know what had happened. It seemed as if there had been a sudden collision, and Namgung Hwi had turned around and gone off. And that wasn’t entirely wrong.

“What the heck… … .”

But Namgung Hwi himself was equally suspicious.

This is because, until just now, he had been in a state of ignorance, and his actions were not carried out rationally.

But the eerie sensation of having his spine cut with a scythe still lingered.

But that was that, and a fight was a fight.

“Rain, rain is the victory of the silent monk.”

Son Yeong-ui stammered as he spoke. Namgung Hwi looked at his feet. He was so surprised that he had left the small space restricted by the weapon. He had been paying close attention to the fact that his brain had been emitting energy in accordance with the space of the weapon, but under the immense pressure, he forgot the rules for a moment.

“Huh?”

An exclamation from someone’s mouth enveloped Hoecheonru.

Now, Son Yeong-ui declared victory over Muk Hwi-yeong, but no one accepted it right away. Oh, except for one person.

“As expected of you, priest! I believed in you!”

Myeong-gyeong immediately hung up behind Muk-hwi-yeong and strangled her. Muk-hwi-yeong, who was exhausted from the fight, couldn’t shake it off and just kept sobbing.

“Is this correct?”

Everyone’s heads turned to one side at the same time. There, O Jong-yo’s liquor and other miscellaneous items were piled up, as well as several treasures.

And naturally, people’s eyes turned to Namgung Hwi’s hand. The wall that Namgung Hwi was holding tightly.

Only then did Namgung Hwi realize the situation, and his face turned pale like a sword under the wall.