My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 92

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92.

It was a life-or-death battle, endlessly climbing an infinite cliff.

Because he had focused entirely on the cliff that was Bongwon Daesa, he had no time to realize what he had learned.

But looking back, all the martial arts he had displayed in that state of selflessness were a new world for Seol Mujin.

“I don’t know yet. I’ll need to take time and review it.”

That was all he could say for now.

Watching Seol Mujin like this, the Triplets smiled warmly.

Though he didn’t realize it now, Seol Mujin would surely discover something.

To enter the realm of mastery, there must be some kind of catalyst, and perhaps for Seol Mujin, the sparring with Bongwon Daesa could be just that.

While traveling to Hubei Province, Seol Mujin would gesture with his hands and feet in the air whenever he had a chance, recreating moments from the sparring.

He could remember every swing of the sword, every step taken, because sparring was like playing Go.

White stones and black stones are placed in their positions for good reason.

In sparring too, every stroke of the sword, every punch, every step has meaning.

The more Seol Mujin reviewed the sparring, the more grateful he felt toward Bongwon Daesa.

Bongwon Daesa’s attacks and defenses were not simple.

He could see moves that precisely targeted Seol Mujin’s weak points throughout, and as the sparring progressed, Seol Mujin had gradually filled those gaps.

Though he hadn’t felt it at the time, reviewing it made him realize clearly.

Where Seol Mujin was strong and which parts were lacking.

Without the sparring with Bongwon Daesa, he would never have known.

After organizing his thoughts, Seol Mujin soon moved on to real combat.

“Mantong! Let’s spar!”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

“We just entered the inn half a hour ago, and we were about to sleep.”

“I saw an open space on the mountain slope on our way here. If we hurry, we can get there in an hour.”

Seol Ryeoseon, who had covered herself with the blanket up to her head on the bed, pushed Seol Mantong’s buttocks with her foot.

“Go on and come back.”

From the way the blanket rustled, she was clearly giggling.

The two who went to the mountain returned only at dawn.

“Ugh… I’m tired…”

Seol Mantong collapsed onto the bed as soon as he returned.

The next day, Seol Ryeoseon was called out.

“Hehehe… suffer well.”

“Suffer? Of course I should help my brother!”

Seol Ryeoseon, who returned at dawn, also became half-dead and went straight to bed.

“Brother! Isn’t this a good place for sparring?”

Seol Changho used his head and poked Seol Mujin’s side while they were walking.

But his timing wasn’t developed yet, so he wasn’t poked.

“I haven’t organized my thoughts yet.”

That night, Seol Changho had to leave the inn grumbling.

“Why does that organizing only happen at night?”

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Wuhan, the capital of Hubei Province, was a much larger city than Jinan.

With the vast Donghu beside it, fishing was well-developed, and rivers extending to Gangseoseong and Hunan Province made transportation flourish.

“We finally arrived.”

Having crossed Jeling Mountain, they were drenched in sweat.

Throughout the journey, Seol Mujin and the Triplets never stopped sparring.

Seol Mujin was so absorbed in his martial arts enlightenment that he didn’t feel tired, and the Triplets were simply delighted by Seol Mujin’s growth.

Now the Triplets had to give their all to defeat Seol Mujin.

Though they had asked hoping it would help Seol Mujin, no one had expected that one sparring session with Bongwon Daesa would have such dramatic effects.

Since growling sounds were coming from Seol Mujin and the Triplets’ stomachs in turns, they stopped by a restaurant first.

Five out of about twenty dining tables had customers.

They took seats around the center of the restaurant.

“Welcome!”

The person who came to take their order was a woman in her thirties with a gentle impression.

“Our house specializes in meat dishes rather than fish. Especially the Eight Treasures Mountain Dish and pork mountain…

Her cheerful voice naturally made the customers feel good.

After placing their order and waiting about an hour, a generous meal was served.

Seol Mantong put a large piece of pork in his mouth and showed a satisfied expression.

“Hmm. It really is delicious as the owner said.”

“At least she’s not a liar.”

“Good, good.”

Just as the Triplets were rolling up their sleeves to begin eating in earnest.

“Bongga!”

A thick voice came from the entrance, and four men entered.

Crash!

They could have gone around, but they roughly overturned a table in their way.

“It’s Mad Dog.”

The frightened customers stood up and slowly pressed against the walls.

From the kitchen came the gentle woman and a thoroughly frightened man.

The small restaurant owner in his mid-thirties bowed from the waist upon seeing Mad Dog.

“Have you come, brothers?”

Among the four baldies, the one with a snake tattoo on his head tapped the owner’s back of the head.

His waist swayed back and forth as if he might collapse at any moment.

“Yes, is the money ready?”

“Th-that is, if you could give me three more days…”

Snake Tattoo’s hand that was tapping the back of his head stopped, then immediately grabbed the owner’s hair.

“Is this bastard playing around!”

Holding his hair, he shook his hand, sending the owner tumbling with a table.

“Honey!”

Another Mad Dog member grabbed the woman who tried to run to him.

“Hehehe… Instead of that weak guy, come with us. Why are you suffering like this here?”

The fallen owner jumped up.

“Don’t touch Ryeongmae!”

He didn’t know where such courage came from, but because of it, he had to take a punch to the chest.

The restaurant owner, who broke another table, was pushed all the way to the table where Seol Mujin and the Triplets were eating.

“Want to protect your woman? Then pay back the money, you bastard!”

Snake Tattoo approached, kicking the table debris scattered on the floor.

The owner, who was pushing with his buttocks to create distance, had his back of the head bump into Seol Mujin and the Triplets’ table.

Seol Ryeoseon roughly put down the chopsticks she was holding.

“These damn dogs are barking so much I can’t eat in peace.”

Seol Changho said to Seol Ryeoseon, who was about to stand up.

“Why are you trying to step forward when brother is here?”

The Triplets’ gazes turned to Seol Mujin.

Seol Mujin sighed lightly and put down his chopsticks.

This was someone else’s neighborhood, so he wanted to stay quiet and leave.

‘It’s an era overflowing with trash.’

With such thoughts, he was about to stand up when suddenly the table flew up into the air.

Snake Tattoo, who had followed the owner, had thrown it.

“With this kind of atmosphere, can food even go down your throat? Get lost, you bastards!”

“Argh! My Palbo Mountain Feast! I haven’t finished eating yet! This bastard!”

Seol Changho gently pressed down on Seol Mantong’s shoulder as he flared up.

Seol Mujin was already standing.

Snake Tattoo looked at Seol Mujin with a fishy smile.

“You look like a gisaeng’s brother. Gonna sell yourself to old men?”

Snake Tattoo’s gaze shifted to the triplets.

“Oho! You guys would definitely make money. Hehehe… Just wait a little…”

Seol Mujin cut off Snake Tattoo’s words.

“How much?”

“Huh? What?”

“The debt the restaurant owner owes you guys.”

“Why? You gonna pay it for him?”

“How much?”

“This bastard’s got a short tongue. Just die!”

Snake Tattoo raised his fist threateningly, but Seol Mujin didn’t even blink.

“This bastard’s completely scared. Eight silver coins.”

The restaurant owner shouted.

“What are you saying? Even with interest, it’s only four coins!”

“We came all the way here. Do you know how precious our bodies are? The travel cost here is a bargain at one coin per person.”

“Th-there’s no such law…”

Seol Mujin asked the owner.

“How much is our meal?”

“Huh? Th-that’s…”

“Ten silver coins.”

“What?”

Seol Mujin grinned at Snake Tattoo.

“Since you overturned our table, you should pay for it, right?”

“Ha! This guy’s completely insane.”

“Two coins after deducting the owner’s debt of eight coins.”

“Two coins? First, let’s start with you getting beaten twice, you bastard!”

Snake Tattoo swung his fist at Seol Mujin.

Of course, the outcome was obvious.

The only difference was how badly Snake Tattoo would get beaten.

Crack!

First his arm broke, then his leg followed.

“K-kill that bastard!”

The remaining three baldies rushed in, but the result was the same.

Still, he left one leg intact.

Seol Mujin’s ominous voice fell upon Mad Dog, who was screaming and rolling around.

“Two coins.”

Snake Tattoo searched his pouch and extended his trembling hand.

Seol Mujin took the two coins from his palm and gave them to the owner.

“Please prepare another table for us.”

This incident happened right as they started eating, so he couldn’t even taste the food properly.

“What? A-again?”

“Let’s move to that spot by the window.”

The existing customers had already fled, leaving the restaurant completely empty.

“Ah, understood.”

While they were talking, Mad Dog crawled across the floor to the door and struggled to stand up.

“Just you wait, you bastard!”

Mad Dog disappeared after leaving behind the most common threat.

When Seol Mujin grabbed the sword leaning against his chair, the owner asked.

“By any chance, are you a martial artist?”

A martial artist?

He was entangled with three of the five great families of Murim and had swept away Oryongbang, so he could be called a martial artist.

“No.”

Seol Mujin’s essence was that of a government official.

Though he didn’t know what the future held.

While the woman cleaned up, the owner went into the kitchen and started cooking.

The woman paused her cleaning and bowed toward Seol Mujin.

“Thank you. I’m truly grateful, but it would be better if you left now.”

The woman said what the owner was too scared to say.

“We’ll leave after finishing our meal.”

“You should leave now. Those guys will come back.”

“I suppose so.”

Underworld thugs who get driven away like that never just say ‘Damn! How unlucky!’ and let it go.

One hundred percent of the time, they reappear with their gang.

And they had to.

If Seol Mujin left in this state, greater misfortune would befall the restaurant owner couple.

What could be solved with money would now involve their lives.

So he shouldn’t offer half-hearted sympathy, and if he was going to help, he had to solve it completely.

“There are also vicious martial artists, so I fear you might come to harm, hero. So it would be better if you left now.”

In this kind of situation, normally people would grab at trouser legs begging for help.

“If I leave, won’t things become more difficult for you?”

The woman smiled bitterly.

“That’s our burden to bear.”

“Then this matter is also my burden to bear.”

“But…”

“Do you happen to have children?”

“S-suddenly… We don’t have any yet.”

“What about parents you’re caring for?”

“Both my husband and I have no relatives. But why are you asking…!”

“Then there shouldn’t be any burden in leaving this place.”

“I think of the place where you put down roots as home, but are you telling us to leave here?”

“Depending on the circumstances, that might happen.”

“Even so…”

To the woman who trailed off, Seol Mujin said.

“You’ll have enough money in hand to start over in a new place.”

Then Seol Mantong suddenly spoke up.

“If you’re going anywhere, come to Jinan!”

Seol Ryeoseon poked his side.

“What’s that about all of a sudden?”

“Why? The food is incredibly delicious! It’s good to have tasty restaurants nearby!”

“That’s true.”

From the kitchen came the owner’s voice saying ‘Honey! Help me!’

After the woman bowed and went into the kitchen, Seol Changho said to Seol Mujin.

“Brother, you know you’ve done something unnecessary, right?”

Even if they destroyed the Black Society that Mad Dog belonged to, this restaurant owner couple would likely face retaliation.

Unless they completely wiped out the Black Society’s roots.

“If I hadn’t done that unnecessary thing, you would have done it anyway.”

Seol Mantong nodded his head.

“Of course! How dare they overturn my table!”

The overturned table had been completely reset.

The owner, just like the woman had done, told them ‘Please finish your meal and leave quickly.’

While doing so, he also complained that this trouble started because he borrowed money to open this restaurant.

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