Myth of Martial Arts - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18
They had acknowledged that they could not match Im Myeong, yet they believed the gap between them was not insurmountable.

If Im Myeong could stand toe-to-toe with a Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage master and inflict injury upon him, then they too, while unable to face him alone, might at least entangle him in combat.

Moreover, with their numbers and united strength, Im Myeong would prove no obstacle, and even a Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage powerhouse like Na Ak San would not be their match.

“The situation has changed.”

Jeon Poong surveyed the students, reading the excitement written across their faces, and his heart tightened. His own expression grew grave.

“I think we should withdraw for now, just in case!”

He had to admit that he had underestimated Changung Academy. This place was truly a tiger’s den. Beneath its unremarkable exterior lay a faint but unmistakable killing intent.

If Im Myeong alone, among these nine students, possessed such strength, who could say whether the others were not equally formidable?

Yet they did not know that among these nine students, it was not Im Myeong who possessed the highest cultivation realm—but Mu Heon Heon, a young girl.

“Leave if you want. I’m staying.”

Na Ak San wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing sharper still, his voice dripping with killing intent.

“These bastards won’t leave here alive. I’ll slaughter every last one of them!”

To be humiliated so thoroughly by a mere child at Gyeseon Realm 4th Stage was an affront Na Ak San could scarcely bear.

And he believed only blood could wash away such shame.

His gaze lingered briefly on Im Myeong before shifting to the other students.

‘There’s no way the others are all this strong.’

A prodigy capable of matching a Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage master while at Gyeseon Realm 4th Stage appeared perhaps once in a century—he could not fathom such talents being mass-produced.

As he finished speaking, his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

Before Jeon Poong could utter a word, Na Ak San drove off the ground with tremendous force, carving a shallow crater beneath him, his body launching like a projectile toward Yo Mok Wan’s position.

He seemed unusually fixated on the female student.

Im Myeong’s expression shifted, and he issued a grave warning.

“Everyone, be careful!”

But Yo Mok Wan’s face hardened, and she spoke.

“He thinks we’re easy prey because Im Myeong was troublesome? Hah—he’s sorely mistaken if he thinks we’re soft targets!”

And So Yeol laughed calmly.

“Perfect.”
“Let’s take him on together!”

Mo Jang Bong drew a deep breath and spoke.

Though Na Ak San had suffered losses at Im Myeong’s hands, they harbored no contempt for him because of it.

They all understood clearly in their hearts that a Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage master was no adversary any single one of them could face alone.

Fortunately, the three of them stood close enough that Na Ak San had time to adjust his stance and consider his strategy as they attacked.

From a distance of barely a zhang, Na Ak San’s spine suddenly straightened.

A crystalline sound echoed between his vertebrae, and the force gathered in his fist nearly doubled in an instant.

The air ahead shattered like stone, a shrill sound wave rippling outward.

Bang!

【Cultivation Method: Tie Dang Gong
(Spirit-tier Middle Grade, eleven stages total, highest cultivation realm is Waseon Realm Middle Stage, average of twenty-nine flaws per stage)】

【Martial Art: Tie Bei Quan (Spirit-tier Lower Grade, 255 flaws)】

Tie Bei Quan was the signature technique that made Na Ak San, Headmaster of Unsan Academy, renowned, and at its peak, one could tear steel with bare hands and match sharp weapons.

Of course, any fist method could produce similar effects when practiced to a high enough realm.

The difference was that Tie Bei Quan possessed more explosive power than ordinary fist methods, and the strikes themselves were far harder.

Feeling that keen aura, the eyes of Yo Mok Wan, So Yeol, and Mo Jang Bong contracted simultaneously. Without hesitation, they each unleashed their strongest attacks.

Fei Yun Zhao
.

Tian Jun Chui
.

Lei Yin Quan
.

All three martial arts were upper-tier Mortal-tier techniques—the secret legends that protected the houses of Yo, So, and Mo—so their power needed no explanation.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three collision sounds rang out in succession, and Yo Mok Wan, So Yeol, and Mo Jang Bong were all sent flying backward more than a zhang. Blood traced thinly from the corners of their mouths—these were no light wounds.

But Na Ak San was not unscathed either. Taking the force of three attacks simultaneously, his qi and blood churned within him, and his injuries had become several times worse.

“What?!”

Na Ak San’s expression shifted. The strength these three had displayed far exceeded his imagination. While slightly inferior to Im Myeong, it was certainly not to be underestimated.

‘How could these brats be so strong? How is this even possible?’

He had thought that if he went all out, he could subdue all three in a single strike.

But reality was different. Far from killing all three, his own internal injuries had only worsened.

In the end, he was now certain that Im Myeong possessed strength approaching that of a Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage master.

Moreover, Yo Mok Wan, So Yeol, and Mo Jang Bong’s strength was hardly inferior to those at the Gyeseon Realm 7th Stage—at least, that’s what Na Ak San had to conclude.

‘I am the deputy principal of the confident Unsan Academy, a powerhouse of the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage. How could I possibly be unable to deal with a mere handful of students from Changung Academy?’

Disbelief flooded Na Ak San’s eyes, and panic began to creep into his mind.

‘Every last one of these brats is a monster!’
‘I can’t keep fighting like this!’

Na Ak San wiped the blood streaming from his mouth and made a sharp decision, preparing to retreat.

If he continued fighting, he—a powerhouse of the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage—might very well lose his life here today.

Im Myeong alone had already pushed him to his limits; now that he’d seen the true strength of Mo Jang Bong, Yo Mok Wan, and the others, the intention to withdraw had already taken root in his heart.

But even if Na Ak San wanted to back away, the students of Changung Academy had no intention of letting him go.

What kind of place was Changung Academy, to allow someone to come and go as they pleased?

“Attack!”

The students moved with perfect coordination, and before Na Ak San could even react, Jang Hyung Yang, Hwa Jin Gang, and Jo Sin rushed forward together, their assault beginning immediately.

And they held nothing back from the start, unleashing their most devastating techniques in full.

Na Ak San felt three surges of True Force bearing down on him from behind—each carrying enough threat to be troublesome—and his pupils contracted slightly. He spun around at once, driving his fist forward.

“Tie Bei Quan!”

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Without a doubt, all three of Jang Hyung Yang’s group went flying backward, yet no joy appeared on Na Ak San’s face.

His complexion grew even paler, and fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

‘The situation is not looking good.’

Na Ak San’s panic deepened, and profound regret washed over him.

He had never imagined the students of Changung Academy could be this formidable. He hadn’t even found an opening to flee.

The students of Changung Academy pressed forward with renewed resolve, vowing silently: ‘Show any weakness, and we take your life.’

The moment Jang Hyung Yang’s trio flew backward, Im Myeong and Yeop Rak immediately surged in to continue the assault on Na Ak San.

They gave him not a moment’s respite.

In a heartbeat, Na Ak San found himself under relentless waves of attacks from eight students—Im Myeong, Yo Mok Wan, and the rest.

He would parry one wave only for the next to arrive precisely on schedule.

He had no choice but to respond passively to the ceaseless onslaught from Im Myeong and the other seven.

Outside the classroom, the sounds of Na Ak San and the students clashing rang out in unbroken succession, scarcely ceasing at all.

‘Na Ak San being driven into such straits!’

Jeon Poong stared at the scene in utter shock, as if he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

As Na Ak San’s temporary colleague, he naturally knew his strength well.

To be honest, if an actual fight broke out, he himself would be no match for Na Ak San.

He had only recently broken through to the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage and couldn’t yet fully demonstrate the power of this realm.

Yet here was Na Ak San, who had already reached the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage, being driven into such a corner by a group of students—how could anyone not be astonished?

Since when had the students of Changung Academy become so terrifying?

They dared to face off against a master of the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage, and moreover, possessed the strength to push him to such extremity?

As everyone knew, Na Ak San was a renowned master of the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage and vice-director of Unsan Academy.

For such a confident vice-director to be cornered by a group of students—did that even make sense?

Judging by the strength these students displayed, each of them seemed to be on par with the so-called instructor-level cultivators of Sinwang Academy or Unsan Academy.

Some were even stronger than those instructors, and the most powerful among them, Im Myeong, possessed strength rivaling that of a principal and vice-principal.

Yet now, this group that matched the instructor-level cultivators of Sinwang and Unsan academies were merely simple students of Changung Academy?

Students?

Was Changung Academy not impossibly fortunate to possess such students?

These were no students—they were complete monsters.

What manner of academy was this? It was a nest harboring dragons and tigers both.

Seeing Na Ak San’s situation grow precarious, Jeon Poong moved without thought, instinctively rushing forward to help.

‘If Na Ak San dies here, it will be a catastrophe!’

Na Ak San was not only the vice-director of Unsan Academy, but also the only son of Na Ak San.

If Na Ak San perished, Na Ak San would fly into a rage, and then even if Jeon Poong had nine lives, he could not withstand that fury.

But the moment Jeon Poong began to move, Mu Heon Heon materialized like a shadow before him and spoke with a smile.

“Old man, you’re my plaything.”

‘That speed—it’s far too fast!’

Jeon Poong’s pupils contracted slightly, shocked by the velocity Mu Heon Heon had demonstrated.

Confronted with that spectral, terrifying speed, he stumbled to a halt, his body stiffening slightly.

Mu Heon Heon regarded him with innocent eyes, not even blinking.

“You’re my toy, so you can’t interfere with their fight.”

She maintained her usual harmless appearance, and even her smile looked extraordinarily endearing. There was no sense of threat about her whatsoever.

“A, a toy?”

Jeon Poong’s eyelids twitched faintly. His heart flooded with fury and anxiety.

Here he stood—the confident vice-director of Sinwang Academy, a powerhouse at the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage—yet to this child, he was nothing but a plaything.

Still, something odd gnawed at him: he sensed a subtle wariness creeping in whenever he regarded Mu Heon Heon.

Everyone from Changung Academy was strange beyond measure.

Even this seemingly docile child might be concealing terrifying strength beneath that innocent exterior.

Jeon Poong’s eyes darkened as he fixed his gaze on Mu Heon Heon, his voice emerging thin and rough.

“Boy, I am a master of the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage. You truly mean to stand against me?”

He dared not use his hands freely, so he wielded threats through words alone while studying Mu Heon Heon’s reaction.

If she showed fear, it would prove her abilities fell short of what he’d imagined.

But Mu Heon Heon only went blank for a moment, then her expression shifted into something confused.

“A master of the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage? Father said that masters of the Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage are very strong.”

Mu Jin had not merely called such masters strong—he’d also told her that her own power rivaled that of an ordinary peak Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage master.

Consequently, ordinary Gyeseon Realm 9th Stage masters rarely endured more than a few dozen breaths under Mu Jin’s hand.

Only masters of Im Hae Ae and Na Ak San’s caliber could manage that.

The gap between Mu Heon Heon and Im Hae Ae or Na Ak San lay in nothing but combat experience.

‘What kind of response is that?’

Jeon Poong furrowed his brow, uncertain.

‘Is she afraid, or isn’t she?’

He could not pierce her thoughts, so he held back from acting rashly.

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