My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 113

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113.

The archers were already positioned on the rooftops of the halls.

Two hundred soldiers scattered in all directions to scale the walls once the signal was given.

Gwak Sugyeong entered the courtyard where Gwak Jongoh was bound.

Gwak Jongoh hung limply as if dead, and his arms bound by handcuffs were turning blue.

If he remained like this much longer, even if freed, he might never be able to use both arms again.

Hwang Byeonsu followed Gwak Sugyeong inside.

Crash!

Riding his horse through the narrow gate, the gate finally burst apart.

Seol Mujin glanced at the wooden fragments that flew to his feet, then turned his gaze to Gwak Sugyeong.

He didn’t look particularly surprised even upon seeing Hwang Byeonsu.

And shortly after, two hundred subordinates appeared over the wall.

Yet Seol Mujin didn’t even blink an eye.

He simply looked at Gwak Sugyeong with indifference.

Seol Mujin’s composed attitude made Gwak Sugyeong slightly uneasy.

Hwang Byeonsu asked.

“Who is it that I must kill?”

Hearing Hwang Byeonsu’s low voice put his mind at ease.

One of the Ten Great Masters of the Military.

People speak more highly of the strength of Martial Artists, but that’s just the nonsense of ignorant fools.

No matter how much Martial Artists train, they’re no match for soldiers from the start.

Martial Artists learn martial arts while considering their own cultivation and chivalry, but soldiers learn martial arts for the sole purpose of killing.

It’s natural that soldiers who learn martial arts optimized for killing are stronger.

Among the soldiers who far outnumber Martial Artists, Hwang Byeonsu was counted among the top ten, so someone like Seol Mujin couldn’t possibly be a match.

Gwak Sugyeong pointed at Seol Mujin with his chin.

“That perfectly fine-looking fellow over there.”

Hwang Byeonsu spurred his horse toward Seol Mujin.

When he approached within about seven zhang of Seol Mujin, Hwang Byeonsu pulled the reins to stop his horse.

It was an instinctive movement, and the ones who caused that movement were the three strangely-looking men.

The killing intent they emanated felt like being stabbed with ice picks.

‘What? Those three look stronger than Seol Mujin?’

Then Seol Mujin spoke to the three men.

“Calm down. He’s a guest who came to see me.”

At those words, the pouring killing intent disappeared like a lie.

Seol Mujin said to Gwak Sugyeong.

“So you’ve chosen the foolish path after all.”

“You’re the foolish one. Since you came looking for your own death.”

Seol Mujin pointed at Hwang Byeonsu with his chin.

“Is that fellow the one who came to kill me?”

“Hwang Byeonsu Jeong Cheonho of the Shaanxi Provincial Command Headquarters. He’s one of the Ten Great Masters of the Military.”

He revealed who Hwang Byeonsu was to crush Seol Mujin’s overly confident spirit, but it wasn’t very effective.

“So the military has something like Ten Great Masters too. But… the military must lack talent. Seeing that such a fellow is called one of the Ten Great Masters.”

Of course, Hwang Byeonsu wasn’t weak enough to deserve such words from Seol Mujin.

The aura and energy he emanated showed that Hwang Byeonsu was a master rarely seen even in Murim.

One of Hwang Byeonsu’s eyebrows rose slightly.

“Just a loudmouth, I see.”

With those words, Hwang Byeonsu took the spear hanging from his horse.

The spear divided into three parts assembled into one, transforming into a massive spear reaching one zhang in length.

Not only the spearhead but also the shaft was made of iron, weighing two hundred geun.

Whoosh—!

Hwang Byeonsu spun the spear once overhead and pointed the spear tip at Seol Mujin.

“Let’s see if your martial arts are as strong as your mouth?”

Seol Mujin grasped the handle of the sword on his back and said.

“You talk too much. Come. One move will be enough.”

“Arrogant!”

Hwang Byeonsu spurred his horse toward Seol Mujin.

A long spear thrust from horseback was a fighting style Seol Mujin had never encountered before.

This was what Martial Artists struggled with most when fighting the military.

There were no Martial Artists who fought on horseback.

Martial Artists accustomed to fighting at the same eye level would inevitably feel unfamiliar and flustered when facing a mounted enemy like this.

Seol Mujin was no different, but what was decisively different from other Martial Artists was that Seol Mujin held the Bright White Pure Sword in his hand.

Seol Mujin’s claim that one move would be enough was also because of the Bright White Pure Sword.

Seol Mujin deflected the spear overhead while simultaneously slashing his sword upward.

The martial power drawn at full strength unleashed a sword energy reaching two ja.

Slice!

The iron spear shaft was cut, followed by the horse’s neck being severed.

The blue sword energy didn’t stop there and split open the chest of Hwang Byeonsu on the horse.

It was an unfair fate for Hwang Byeonsu.

No matter how strong Seol Mujin’s martial arts were, with an ordinary sword he never could have cut Hwang Byeonsu’s spear shaft.

“Gahhh!”

With a short scream, the decapitated horse collapsed, and Hwang Byeonsu who was on the horse tumbled down with it.

Blood gushing from both horse and man instantly soaked the ground.

Just as Seol Mujin had promised, one move was enough to kill Hwang Byeonsu.

Such an impossible result inevitably brought silence.

‘H-how did he kill Hwang Byeonsu in just one move…!’

Gwak Sugyeong couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Had he ever seen such an unrealistic sight in his life?

He wasn’t just any general, but one of the Ten Great Masters of the Military.

A master he believed could rival the Ten Great Masters of Murim even in the martial world.

A strong warrior he believed would easily defeat someone like Seol Mujin.

Such a Hwang Byeonsu had died with his chest split open by just one move from Seol Mujin, not even after an intense fight.

‘Just how strong is Seol Mujin?’

That wasn’t human strength.

A Martial God! He was a Martial God!

Seol Mujin’s cold sword that had cut down Hwang Byeonsu pointed at Gwak Sugyeong.

“Why don’t you try deploying those scarecrows.”

There were two hundred soldiers surrounding Seol Mujin’s group and fifty archers on the rooftops.

But just as Seol Mujin said, the soldiers looked like scarecrows, and the soldiers themselves felt the same way.

This was Seol Mujin who had cut down Hwang Byeonsu in just one move.

Even if their number was two thousand five hundred instead of two hundred fifty, it seemed they could never win.

Even if Gwak Sugyeong had ordered them to attack Seol Mujin, they probably wouldn’t have been able to move.

Fortunately, Gwak Sugyeong didn’t give such a foolish command.

He simply knelt down with a dazed expression.

Seol Mujin’s low voice rang out.

“Soldiers, return to your posts immediately.”

It didn’t take even half of half a gak for all the soldiers to disappear.

Seol Mujin said to Gwak Sugyeong, who was left alone.

“Dojihwicheomsa Gwak, it seems we have things to discuss?”

Gwak Sugyeong’s eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Seol Mujin in shock.

“Please, please spare Jongoh’s life.”

“Gwak Jongoh’s life depends on you. Commander Gwak.”

Seol Ryeoseon quietly watched as Seol Mujin took Gwak Sugyeong into the office.

“Was brother’s martial arts at this level?”

Seol Changho and Seol Mantong also nodded their heads.

“That’s what I’m wondering.”

Hwang Byeonsu was by no means a weak opponent.

The triplets hadn’t released such intense killing intent toward Hwang Byeonsu for nothing.

Considering the special nature of a mounted warrior, Seol Mujin could have struggled.

That’s why they had been prepared to step in if necessary, but Seol Mujin had cut him down with a single sword strike.

Of course, this result would never have been possible without the Gwangbaek Steel Sword.

But it couldn’t be attributed entirely to the Gwangbaek Steel Sword either.

Weapons imbued with a master’s martial power weren’t easy to cut even with a Gwangbaek Steel Sword.

“Brother’s sword energy extended two feet, didn’t it?”

“It seemed like more than two feet?”

“And look at that clarity. Even the sect leaders of the Nine Great Sects couldn’t create sword energy that clear.”

“Could it be that the Seoljeongcheong that brother took had an effect?”

“The Black Robe said it had no effect on enhancing martial power.”

“But he did say it strengthens blood vessels along with immunity to all poisons, so it’s not completely unrelated.”

Seol Ryeoseon nodded at Seol Changho’s words.

“Strengthened blood vessels means the circulatory system can withstand the outpouring of martial power. It means he can utilize his martial power more smoothly. There’s no need to worry about side effects like qi deviation.”

Seol Mantong asked.

“Then does that mean brother has entered the ranks of the Ten Greatest Masters Under Heaven?”

There’s a reason why they say extraordinary talents are as numerous as grains of sand in the martial world.

“I can’t guarantee it, but he’s definitely close.”

“Ryeoseon is right. The day brother becomes the greatest master under heaven isn’t far off.”

Seol Ryeoseon lowered her voice.

“But there’s something essential for that to happen.”

The Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

There wasn’t much time left before the triplets had to go to the Demonic Cult.

Meanwhile, Seol Mujin, who had entered the reception room, faced Gwak Sugyeong and Baek Gangju.

The two people before Seol Mujin were truly like mice before a cat.

They didn’t dare even make eye contact with Seol Mujin.

They had believed that physical strength could be suppressed with authority, but Seol Mujin’s strength was on a different dimension.

“Now…”

Just Seol Mujin’s low voice made both men’s shoulders flinch.

“Are you ready to answer my questions?”

Baek Gangju only kept glancing at Gwak Sugyeong nervously.

This allowed Seol Mujin to be certain from whom he should get his answers.

So Seol Mujin’s gaze focused entirely on Gwak Sugyeong.

“Who is the royal family member you’re supporting?”

Gwak Sugyeong barely raised his head to meet Seol Mujin’s eyes.

Though filled with fear, Gwak Sugyeong had a desire that he needed to overcome that fear.

“If I tell you everything truthfully, will you spare my son’s life?”

Seol Mujin’s answer came without hesitation.

“What’s the big deal about a couple of ignorant commoners dying? If high-ranking officials like us had to die for such things, that would be truly unreasonable.”

The sigh that escaped Gwak Sugyeong’s lips contained both relief and resignation.

“The First Prince, Your Majesty.”

He had somewhat expected this.

But there were such compelling reasons not to side with the First Prince that he had harbored doubts.

“From what I know, the First Prince is so weak that no one knows when he might die. How did you come to side with such a First Prince?”

“His Majesty the First Prince will not pass away easily.”

“What reason do you have for being confident in the First Prince’s survival when even the royal physicians have given up?”

Gwak Sugyeong swallowed hard.

His gesture indicated that explaining the reason for survival was more difficult than talking about the First Prince.

After moving his lips several times, Gwak Sugyeong spoke.

“Because there is Cheonchong Hyeonbun.”

“Cheonchong Hyeonbun?”

“It’s a miraculous medicine that can revive someone as long as they still have breath.”

Seol Mujin couldn’t fully believe Gwak Sugyeong’s words.

Not only was it hard to believe such a medicine existed, but the medicine Gwak Sugyeong had previously given to Bae Cheonman had also been incorrectly named.

“Let me see that medicine.”

With a light sigh, Gwak Sugyeong opened a drawer in the decorative cabinet behind him and took out a palm-sized box from the bottom.

As the box was placed on the table, Seol Mujin called for the triplets in the courtyard.

Since Seol Mujin had eliminated Hwang Byeonsu in one move, no one would dare release Gwak Jongoh.

Seol Mujin handed the box to Seol Changho and said.

“This is supposedly a medicine called Cheonchong Hyeonbun. Do you happen to know what kind of medicine it is?”

Since the Reverse Heaven Pill that Hwangbo Cheonak had taken was from the Demonic Cult, perhaps Cheonchong Hyeonbun also came from the Demonic Cult.

When that name was mentioned, Seol Changho’s hand trembled as he reached for the box.

“Cheonchong Hyeonbun?”

Seol Changho and Seol Ryeoseon exchanged glances while Seol Mantong stood there blankly with a ‘what’s that?’ expression.

Seol Changho, who received the box, opened the lid.

Seol Changho dipped his pinky finger to taste the bone powder-like substance.

“That’s right.”

Trying to make his voice as deep as possible to hide that he was a child, it came out with a metallic sound.

Seol Ryeoseon also tasted it and nodded.

“What is Cheonchong Hyeonbun?”

“It’s a medicine that extends life by using a person’s vital essence. Like most medicines from the Demonic Cult, once you start taking it, you can’t stop. The moment you stop, you’ll die.”

Gwak Sugyeong asked in surprise.

“The Demonic Cult… you said?”

The Demonic Cult wasn’t a terrifying name only to the martial world.

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