My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 56

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56.

 

But Seol Mujin smiled.

 

“But there’s no such thing.”

 

“What?”

 

“So if you want to kill and destroy, go ahead and try. But I recommend listening to my demands instead. That would be much easier.”

 

Namgung Cheolsang was confused.

 

The Namgung Family had already sensed that Seol Mujin was no ordinary escort.

 

But now the man himself was completely unpredictable.

 

Seol Mujin was the first person he’d encountered who was this difficult to read.

 

Then Mun Hobang, the leader of the Cheongryong Faction, stepped forward.

 

“Elder. How about we subdue him first and think later?”

 

Mun Hobang’s thinking was correct.

 

The current situation would become endlessly complicated if they overthought it.

 

If they captured Seol Mujin and tortured him, the truth would be revealed quickly.

 

When Namgung Cheolsang nodded, Mun Hobang took three steps forward and drew his sword.

 

Mun Hobang, the leader of the Cheongryong Faction, one of the twelve families protecting the Namgung Family, was a master who could easily rank among the top ten in the Namgung Family in terms of martial arts.

 

In particular, his swift strike was difficult for even Namgung Cheolsang to block if caught unaware.

 

“Don’t kill him.”

 

There was much they needed to hear from Seol Mujin.

 

“I’ll be careful.”

 

Seol Mujin looked at Mun Hobang’s sword, which had a particularly sharp point and narrow blade, and said.

 

“A swift strike sword, I see.”

 

Seol Mujin had learned not only martial arts from the Triplets, but also various miscellaneous knowledge.

 

Naturally, this included identifying what type of martial arts someone used by looking at their weapon.

 

Of course, it wasn’t absolute, so he was just testing his guess.

 

But his opponent reacted with a surprised expression.

 

Mun Hobang said.

 

“You know how to use psychological warfare at such a young age.”

 

Mun Hobang, who had features as sharp as his sword, aimed the sword tip at Seol Mujin’s philtrum.

 

“Can you dodge it just because you know?”

 

Shing—.

 

Seol Mujin’s sword also left its sheath.

 

“This is my first time facing a swift strike, so I’m looking forward to it.”

 

Seol Mujin felt something called tension for the first time in a while.

 

But he wasn’t afraid or stiff from the tension.

 

If anything, it was a pleasant tension accompanied by curiosity.

 

Mun Hobang still had a mind to look down on Seol Mujin.

 

He was someone not even twenty years old with the mere profession of escort.

 

Even outstanding young talents of Murim couldn’t match him, so what could a young escort possibly do?

 

But Mun Hobang couldn’t easily take a step forward.

 

He couldn’t see a single point where his sword should strike.

 

There was no opening anywhere on Seol Mujin, who held his sword diagonally in front of his body.

 

His confidence that he could easily subdue him gradually disappeared, and instead his palms sweated with tension.

 

‘He’s a master.’

 

Having made that judgment, Mun Hobang unleashed his full twelve-star martial power from the start.

 

Whooom—.

 

Along with a light sword hum, sword energy like a heat haze appeared.

 

‘Strike first to win!’

 

Especially for a swift strike swordsman, those four characters were the truth.

 

Mun Hobang aimed for Seol Mujin’s left shoulder and took a large step forward.

 

His advancing motion was faster than an arrow leaving a bowstring, and his thrusting sword was like a ray of light.

 

Clang!

 

But it was blocked.

 

It was surprising enough that it was blocked, but the force that deflected Mun Hobang’s sword was beyond imagination.

 

Seol Mujin’s sword, which had blocked Mun Hobang’s sword, thrust toward his throat.

 

“Hup!”

 

Startled and gasping, Mun Hobang bent his waist backward to avoid the attack.

 

Blood burst from his nose due to the sword force passing in front of his face.

 

Seol Mujin’s next move was even more surprising.

 

As if he had anticipated the dodge, he slashed his sword straight down.

 

If Mun Hobang had been even slightly less experienced, that attack would have cut his face in half.

 

Using the Iron Plate Bridge technique, he put his back to the ground and retreated.

 

Rip!

 

He felt fortunate that only the important area (?) near his pants was cut.

 

If he had continued attacking immediately, he would have secured a definite advantage, but Seol Mujin stopped his attack.

 

“It seems difficult for you alone.”

 

To Mun Hobang, this was truly an insult.

 

For a faction leader of the Namgung Family to hear such words from a mere escort!

 

“How dare you!”

 

As Mun Hobang charged toward Seol Mujin, Namgung Cheolsang shouted.

 

“Stay calm!”

 

But it was already too late.

 

When one loses composure, the sword tip wavers, and a swift strike swordsman with a wavering sword can never display their true skill.

 

Clang!

 

After two consecutive clashes, Seol Mujin’s sword tip was touching Mun Hobang’s throat.

 

It was Mun Hobang’s complete defeat with no room for excuses.

 

Seol Mujin’s cold sword moved away from Mun Hobang’s throat.

 

“Kill me.”

 

If Seol Mujin didn’t kill him, he wanted to commit suicide from the shame.

 

Seol Mujin said.

 

“I came to negotiate, not to fight to the death.”

 

Mun Hobang, unaccustomed to defeat, could only tremble in place, not knowing what to do.

 

Namgung Cheolsang said to such Mun Hobang.

 

“Step back.”

 

Mun Hobang bowed his head and stepped backward.

 

Then Won Taeyeon, the leader of the Baekho Faction, tried to step forward.

 

Namgung Cheolsang stopped such Won Taeyeon.

 

Mun Hobang and Won Taeyeon had similar martial arts skills, with neither having a clear advantage.

 

Even considering martial arts compatibility, the possibility of Won Taeyeon defeating Seol Mujin was slim.

 

So he had no choice but to step forward himself.

 

“Elder.”

 

To Won Taeyeon, who tried to stop him, Namgung Cheolsang said.

 

“Unless you’re going to join forces, stay back.”

 

For the three of them to join forces against Seol Mujin didn’t make sense.

 

So he had no choice but to stay quietly behind.

 

“I was blind. To not recognize a master like you.”

 

“Prejudice is that frightening.”

 

“Will you really not tell me where your master’s school is?”

 

“Try to find out while we fight.”

 

“Let’s do that.”

 

Wooong―!

 

A sword cry rang out from Namgung Cheolsang’s sword, and sword energy manifested.

 

The sword energy that took distinct form rather than being a mere mirage could be called the beginning stage of sword aura.

 

That sword energy alone made it clear that Namgung Cheolsang’s martial arts level was comparable to peak masters.

 

Seol Mujin also had to fight seriously now.

 

In his lifetime, there wouldn’t be many chances to fight against a master like Namgung Cheolsang.

 

So Seol Mujin also drew up his twelve-star martial power.

 

Then sword energy appeared along with a sword cry.

 

Namgung Cheolsang’s eyes widened twice their size.

 

The sword energy emanating from Seol Mujin’s sword was similar to his own.

 

‘How can this be!’

 

A young man not even twenty years old at the beginning stage of peak mastery!

 

Without the month of internal energy cultivation with the Triplets, Seol Mujin’s martial arts wouldn’t have grown this rapidly.

 

Of course, the path to peak mastery was still far away.

 

The beginning stage meant he had just barely set foot on it, and the road to peak mastery was endlessly long and treacherous.

 

Countless martial artists with natural talent kneel and despair at this beginning stage.

 

That’s why there are fewer than thirty martial artists with peak-level martial arts in any given era.

 

“The reason I must kill you has become even clearer.”

 

“After our fight ends, that feeling will change.”

 

Namgung Cheolsang took one heavy step forward.

 

Thud!

 

The wooden floor of the abandoned temple shattered, but Namgung Cheolsang’s foot didn’t sink into it.

 

Seol Mujin spread his legs shoulder-width apart and waited for Namgung Cheolsang’s attack to come.

 

Unless it was a surprise attack, the first strike had little meaning between masters like them.

 

Wooooong―!

 

Namgung Cheolsang’s sword cutting through the air was like thousands of pounds of rock falling.

 

It was befitting of the Namgung Family’s sword technique, bearing the name Imperial Sword Family.

 

Seol Mujin didn’t dodge and met the sword head-on.

 

Bang!

 

Instead of a clear metallic sound, a thunderous roar erupted.

 

The explosion created by two massive forces colliding blew out the walls of the abandoned temple.

 

Pillars broke and the roof collapsed.

 

Through that thick dust, Seol Mujin and Namgung Cheolsang shot upward.

 

The two men swung their swords at each other once more at a height of two zhang.

 

After exchanging three consecutive rounds of offense and defense, they fell to the ground, but without resting even for a moment, they launched themselves at each other.

 

Their swords clashed as if they would split the world, then swerved aside to aim at each other before pressing down with force again.

 

Since there are no perfect martial arts in the world, they tried to find openings, but neither Seol Mujin nor Namgung Cheolsang could easily find their opponent’s weakness.

 

The fight between the two men, which couldn’t be easily decided, was going beyond two hours.

 

Within a radius of twenty zhang had become completely devastated.

 

The longer the fight continued, the more Namgung Cheolsang’s amazement grew like a snowball.

 

Although he knew from the sword energy close to sword aura that Seol Mujin’s martial arts had entered the beginning stage of peak mastery, that alone didn’t mean he was equal to him.

 

Martial arts weren’t that simple.

 

The depth of internal energy, the martial techniques one possessed, experience and skill—all of these determined a person’s strength.

 

In that sense, Seol Mujin shouldn’t be able to match Namgung Cheolsang.

 

He had learned the martial arts of the Imperial Sword Family, the Namgung Clan, and was rich in experience from countless real battles.

 

When including internal energy and everything else, it made no sense for a greenhorn like Seol Mujin to be his match.

 

But right now, he couldn’t gain the upper hand against Seol Mujin.

 

He couldn’t believe this reality where this extreme fight continued, making his bones tremble and muscles feel like they were tearing.

 

And even the doubt ‘Can I win?’ crept in.

 

Seol Mujin, who was still unleashing fierce attacks at him, didn’t even seem tired.

 

As one ages, internal energy deepens but pure physical strength inevitably declines.

 

If their internal energy were equal, it would be natural for Namgung Cheolsang, who had entered his late forties, to fall behind in stamina to the vigorous Seol Mujin.

 

‘What sect could have raised such a monster?’

 

No matter how much he tried to analyze Seol Mujin’s sword technique, he couldn’t deduce its origin at all.

 

As he deflected Seol Mujin’s sword attacking his waist and tried to stab his chest, a sharp voice was heard.

 

“Uncle! Please stop!”

 

At that voice cutting through the fierce battle, Namgung Cheolsang quickly retreated.

 

Seol Mujin also didn’t pursue the retreating Namgung Cheolsang, creating a moment to catch their breath.

 

The person who stopped their fight was Namgung Hyemin.

 

Namgung Hyemin had said she would try to persuade Seol Mujin first, but Namgung Cheolsang chose to capture Seol Mujin as the first method.

 

So Namgung Hyemin waited far away rather than at the abandoned temple.

 

During the journey from the Namgung Family to Jinan, she had also heard about the secret agreement between the Third Prince and the Namgung Family, so she knew this incident with Seol Mujin was serious.

 

Nevertheless, she secretly hoped Seol Mujin wouldn’t die, and surprisingly, her wish became reality.

 

The man who had never even glanced at her was strong enough to fight Namgung Cheolsang on equal terms.

 

Although her martial arts weren’t strong, she had excellent judgment befitting a daughter of the Namgung Family.

 

So she could tell that even if the fight continued, there was no guarantee Namgung Cheolsang would win.

 

That’s why she stopped the fight.

 

If Namgung Cheolsang were to lose here, the relationship with Seol Mujin would reach an irreversible point.

 

Someone like Seol Mujin should become a friend, not an enemy.

 

“There’s no need for Master Seol and the Namgung Family to fight.”

 

Namgung Cheolsang brushed back his disheveled hair and said.

 

“It was Master Seol who chose to fight.”

 

Seol Mujin said.

 

“Even if your mouth is crooked, your words should be straight. It was the Namgung Clan who attacked me.”

 

“You’re the one who threatened the Namgung Family.”

 

“It wasn’t a threat, but a request for cooperation.”

 

Namgung Hyemin intervened.

 

“Stop this childish war of words. It seems like it’s time for negotiation, not threats or cooperation.”

 

Namgung Cheolsang also acknowledged Namgung Hyemin’s words.

 

He had thought of Seol Mujin as someone he could easily crush, but his thinking was completely wrong.

 

“We can still capture him.”

 

The person who said that was Won Taeyeon, who hadn’t fought Seol Mujin.

 

Namgung Hyemin frowned.

 

“Are you suggesting we gang up on Master Seol?”

 

In this situation, that was the only way to capture Seol Mujin.

 

“This matter is more important than the Namgung Family’s dignity, Elder.”

 

No matter how important this matter was, they couldn’t go as far as ganging up on Seol Mujin.

 

Just as Namgung Cheolsang was about to refuse, Seol Mujin spoke.

 

“If the Namgung Family takes that approach, I’ll have no choice but to use other methods as well.”

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