Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 25

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Chapter 25. Even the Strong Get Devoured (5)

 

Jin Gwang, who had been quietly watching Moyong Bi, slightly bowed his head and shouted again.

 

“Two!”

 

“Haaap!”

 

The Fire Sword Unit Members continued swinging their real swords. They paid no attention to Moyong Bi’s presence beside them.

 

‘Hoh?’

 

Moyong Bi didn’t feel displeased by their attitude.

 

Rather, he thought it was quite good. Training was something that shouldn’t be influenced by anyone’s presence.

 

It was more my fault for getting ahead of myself and interrupting in the middle.

 

‘Their mindset is quite good.’

 

Meanwhile, there were two squad members who kept glancing at him.

 

Though their eyes looked somewhat defiant, it was admirable how they refocused on their training.

 

‘Right, I should first understand what kind of training they’re doing. From what I can see, they seem to have some fighting spirit.’

 

Moyong Bi crossed his arms and watched the training with a serious expression.

 

How long had he been watching?

 

Moyong Bi’s serious expression gradually became strange.

 

Swish! Swish!

 

Every time the sharp real swords cut through the air, bizarre sounds could be heard.

 

Jin Gwang shouted again.

 

“Horizontal Sword Style twelve Martial Forms sequence!”

 

The squad members lowered their stance and began swinging their swords left and right.

 

Serious gazes, glistening sweat drops sparkling in the sunlight.

 

They looked full of passion. Among them was even a swordsman whose expression had become dreamy, as if intoxicated by his own swordsmanship.

 

Moyong Bi’s jaw dropped.

 

‘…What are these guys doing right now?’

 

Is it okay to display such inadequate swordsmanship with such noble expressions?

 

The Vertical Sword Style moving from upper to lower and lower to upper was astounding, but the Horizontal Sword Style was truly unbearable to watch.

 

Of course, they had enough skill to handle third-rate thugs or riffraff. Among them was even a swordsman who looked particularly strong and flexible.

 

But in the end, it was all the same mediocrity. What good was having strength and flexibility if you couldn’t use it properly?

 

First of all, their downward striking motion wasn’t straight.

 

‘Th-they’re swinging like that? What if they injure their wrists!’

 

That wasn’t all.

 

Swish!

 

Even the sound of thrusting through the air carried a subtle bizarreness.

 

The thrusting motion was strangely sloppy. This was because unnecessary force was applied to movements that should target a single point.

 

In other words, both their Slashing Attacks and Thrusting Attacks were wrong.

 

‘What kind of fundamentally flawed basics are these… Can’t these guys really feel that something’s wrong?’

 

There are various martial arts in the world, and among them are many incredibly complex Martial Forms.

 

But no matter how complex and profound the Martial Forms, they cannot display their true power without a good foundation.

 

A sword is a weapon specialized for thrusting, but depending on the situation, it can also be used for slashing. In other words, thrusting and slashing are the basics of swordsmanship, and could be said to be everything.

 

The Fire Sword Unit Members lacked precisely those basics.

 

“Huh!”

 

Moyong Bi muttered without realizing it.

 

“I wonder if they could even catch a single fly properly.”

 

Jin Gwang’s eyes twitched.

 

It was a whisper that the training Swordsmen couldn’t hear, only Jin Gwang who was instructing them could catch it.

 

“Stop.”

 

At Jin Gwang’s quiet shout, the Swordsmen stopped their movements.

 

Even that wasn’t coordinated. Perhaps because their levels of concentration varied? It was truly disorderly movement.

 

Jin Gwang looked at Moyong Bi and asked.

 

“Young Master, is there perhaps some problem with the Fire Sword Unit Members’ training?”

 

It was even more astounding that he was asking because he didn’t know.

 

“Problem… hehehe, a problem.”

 

Still, there was no displeasure on Jin Gwang’s face. Whatever his inner thoughts, his attitude showed he would accept it if there really was a problem.

 

Moyong Bi let out a big sigh.

 

“Could I perhaps know how the Fire Sword Group’s daily training operates?”

 

Several of the Swordsmen frowned.

 

Even though he tried to hide it, Moyong Bi’s face was full of bewilderment. From the perspective of the diligently training Swordsmen, it was an expression that couldn’t help but be irritating.

 

Jin Gwang spoke in a blunt voice.

 

“We wake at the beginning of the Hour of the Rabbit and loosen our bodies with half a period of mountain running. After half a period of Energy Cultivation ends, we eat breakfast and enter morning physical training, and after lunch we practice sword forms.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“After dinner, except for Squad Members standing guard, the rest are given personal training time, and once a month we enter Mountain Training Grounds training.”

 

It seemed the day Moyong Bi happened to wake up was the Fire Sword Group’s Mountain Training Grounds training day.

 

Moyong Bi nodded.

 

“Their stamina certainly seems good.”

 

That was sincere.

 

Unlike their messy and baseless swordsmanship, their cardiopulmonary endurance was at least acceptable. After all, without physical strength as backing, it’s difficult to properly execute any Martial Arts, so they at least seemed to understand the importance of stamina.

 

“But stamina isn’t everything.”

 

Jin Gwang’s eyes deepened.

 

It was hard to tell what he was thinking. He was naturally someone who didn’t easily express his emotions.

 

“Do our sword forms seem problematic to you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

At the short answer that was honest to the point of being blunt, the Swordsmen openly hardened their expressions.

 

“In what aspects?”

 

Hehe, every aspect is the problem. Everything is wrong!

 

Moyong Bi, who was about to explain, sighed again.

 

“It’s difficult to explain.”

 

Jin Gwang’s expression remained unchanged, but the Swordsmen were different.

 

Some snickered, others clicked their tongues quietly. Their expressions said ‘of course.’

 

Jin Gwang nodded his head.

 

“I will resume training again.”

 

He too seemed to think there was nothing more to hear from Moyong Bi.

 

It was natural if you thought about it. Considering the pathetic behavior Moyong Bi had shown over the years, treating him respectfully was already doing the bare minimum of duty.

 

“Prepare the Vertical Sword Style again! We’ll develop into the Horizontal Sword Style for the latter six seconds after the first six seconds, so make sure to put strength in your wrists!”

 

Then, Moyong Bi spoke.

 

“That won’t do.”

 

Jin Gwang looked at Moyong Bi once more.

 

Even though the troublemaker Young Master kept interrupting several times, there was no sign of anger.

 

He showed no emotion at all. It seemed like he thought it was meaningless to waste emotions on Moyong Bi.

 

“Young Master.”

 

Jin Gwang bowed his head respectfully and said.

 

“We haven’t been able to properly complete our assigned training due to various recent events. I’m sorry, but we need to focus on our training.”

 

It meant stop talking nonsense and leave.

 

“That can’t happen.”

 

Jin Gwang’s emotionless voice or the swordsmen’s grumpy attitudes weren’t the problem.

 

Moyong Bi pointed to one of the swordsmen.

 

“You there.”

 

“…?”

 

“Give me your sword.”

 

Bewilderment appeared on the swordsman’s face.

 

Originally, Murim Warriors never carelessly entrusted their weapons to others’ hands. They were taught that weapons were another life.

 

Of course, Moyong Bi was the Eldest Son of the Moyong Family and therefore could be considered their superior, but should he give his sword to a frail drunkard who looked like he couldn’t even eat porridge?

 

‘These bastards?’

 

Moyong Bi frowned.

 

Everyone’s eyes looked about the same. Expressions that seemed like they wanted to spit out curses if they could.

 

He could actually hear sounds like hallucinations: ‘Who are you to tell us to give or not give our swords?’ or ‘We’re already dying from exhaustion, we wish you’d just get lost.’

 

‘Ugh.’

 

…Let me understand.

 

Honestly, even I would have been really annoyed if a damn Young Master who only caused trouble asked for my sword. I might have even ignored the chain of command and thrown a punch.

 

For a moment, just a moment, the Brain Gate Heart Technique almost opened on its own, but fortunately his achievement was low so he could immediately control his mind.

 

“What are you doing? Not giving it.”

 

The swordsman said in a grumpy voice.

 

“I cannot do that.”

 

Gooooo.

 

The Brain Gate Heart Technique heated up hotly like a boiling pot. It seemed to open slyly like a clam releasing sand, with the sound of a pot lid rattling.

 

Moyong Bi pressed his temples firmly with his fingers.

 

“Why?”

 

“This is a real sword. Someone who can’t handle it properly could get hurt.”

 

At those words, several swordsmen snickered.

 

The conviction of the weak can sometimes crush even the pride of the strong.

 

Unexpectedly, Jin Gwang did not restrain the swordsmen. He simply watched Moyong Bi with deep, profound eyes.

 

“Ah, is that so?”

 

Moyong Bi smiled slyly.

 

“So that’s why your bodies were in such a state?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“The sound of your joints grinding from wrists to shoulders, waist, knees and so on was loud as thunder. Even if it’s as small as a rat’s tail, internal energy is still internal energy, yet why are you keeping it preciously stored in your dantian without knowing your body is falling apart?”

 

“…?!”

 

“By any chance, don’t you have some wounds on your thigh? Swinging around like that, you must have drawn some blood?”

 

The swordsman’s expression changed completely.

 

That wasn’t all. The other swordsmen also glared at Moyong Bi with eyes full of anger and disgust.

 

Even if he was the eldest son of the Moyong Family, there were things that could be said and things that couldn’t. Right now, that damned young master seemed to be gradually crossing the line, relying only on his position.

 

“Young Master, your words are a bit….”

 

“So do you have wounds or not?”

 

“….”

 

“Was it called Vertical Sword Style? When you deployed that swordsmanship, you awkwardly stuck your butt out backward. Did you know that?”

 

“What, what did you say?”

 

“Unless you got stabbed with acupuncture needles in your front leg that serves as the axis, it would be hard to stick your waist out like that. You looked just like a duck’s rear end. Did your squad leader by any chance teach you that disgustingly ugly posture?”

 

The swordsman’s face turned bright red.

 

He thought he was being openly insulted, but more than that, he was embarrassed.

 

Just as Moyong Bi said, there really were six sword wounds on his left thigh. He had stabbed his own leg while practicing Vertical Sword Style, unable to control his sword.

 

He didn’t know how that troublemaker young master found out, but being pointed out in front of all his squad members made his pride hiccup.

 

“Your words are too harsh!”

 

“Why? Can’t I even speak the truth? But looking at this bastard’s reaction, it seems he really did give himself some sword acupuncture?”

 

“Young Master!”

 

“So are you going to give me the sword or not? If you’re going to keep training while sticking your butt out because you’re scared of sword cuts, then suit yourself.”

 

A three-inch tongue could shorten a person’s lifespan.

 

The swordsman’s face turned bright red with heat. He really looked like he wanted to rush forward without caring about consequences.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“I will give it to you.”

 

Everyone’s gaze turned to one place.

 

It was a neat-looking young man. He was a swordsman who appeared to be a few years older than Moyong Bi.

 

He was Gwan Hyeon, the highest senior member of the Fire Sword Group.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Not at all.”

 

Gwan Hyeon even removed the sword sheath and respectfully presented the naked sword to Moyong Bi.

 

‘Phew.’

 

He had gotten angry for a moment and almost exploded, but fortunately there was someone with good cultivation.

 

However, his anger hadn’t completely subsided. Of course, he had no intention of not teaching properly just because he was angry.

 

Seureuruk.

 

Moyong Bi, who had stuck his drawn sword into the ground, gestured with his sword sheath.

 

“Come in.”

 

The Swordsman was flustered.

 

“Are you talking to me, sir?”

 

“Bad eyesight? Then who else would it be? I’m looking right at you while talking.”

 

“…So, you mean you want to have a sparring match with me right now?”

 

“Don’t you want to know just how poorly you’ve learned that Duck Butt Sword Technique you’re using?”

 

“…?!”

 

“From what I can see, your level doesn’t look good enough to understand from watching a few demonstrations. It would be better for you to feel it directly with your body.”

 

The Swordsman’s jaw dropped. Caught off guard by the unexpected situation, he couldn’t even get angry.

 

Moyong Bi gestured with his sword sheath again.

 

“Just in case, let me tell you this – don’t get any arrogant ideas about facing me with a sword sheath just because I’m holding one. You use a real sword.”

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