The Farmer Who Ended Up Teaching the World’s Greatest Martial Artist - Chapter 56

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| Chapter 56

 

‘Damn!’

 

The moment Ho Won-jik approached Ju Yu-ryeon’s close range, Ju Yu-ryeon barely twisted her body to deflect his attack. Having barely dodged it, she could feel her slightly grazed shoulder throbbing.

 

But her relief at escaping was short-lived, as the fact that the next attack was already waiting made her tense up again.

 

“Tch! Damn it… Just wait until I catch you!”

 

Ho Won-jik brushed off his hands regretfully, then clenched his fists again and charged at Ju Yu-ryeon.

 

Whoosh!

 

But unlike his initial fierce momentum, Ho Won-jik’s movements gradually slowed as if his strength was draining.

 

Before long, the initiative had already passed to Ju Yu-ryeon. Now, no matter how many consecutive attacks Ho Won-jik unleashed, Ju Yu-ryeon flowed her body without the slightest disturbance. Though she may have feigned composure, there was no sign of carelessness anywhere in her movements.

 

Watching this, Seong Jung-hyeok began to mutter.

 

“From Gangcheonchuk (Strong Thousand Kicks).”

 

As soon as Seong Jung-hyeok finished speaking, Ho Won-jik’s movements suddenly changed.

 

Since starting his attack, Ho Won-jik’s feet, which had never once touched the ground, now touched the earth as he briefly stopped.

 

That moment lasted only an instant, but the energy that arose momentarily gathered into Ho Won-jik’s body. Soon both his feet left the ground simultaneously and Ho Won-jik’s form shot up into the air.

 

“Paeryonggak (Tyrant Dragon Kick).”

 

As Seong Jung-hyeok muttered again in admiration, Ho Won-jik’s flying kick, like a dragon, shot toward Ju Yu-ryeon with tremendous force. Unlike his previous sloppy attacks, this was a fierce killing blow.

 

“…Tch.”

 

Instinctively sensing she couldn’t dodge this attack, Ju Yu-ryeon clicked her tongue. After hesitating briefly, she raised the flexible sword she was holding. It was questionable whether the flexible sword could block Ho Won-jik’s Paeryonggak, but there seemed to be no other option. Like that, both rushed toward each other without hesitation.

 

Clang!

 

The moment Ho Won-jik’s foot tip collided with the end of Ju Yu-ryeon’s flexible sword, unable to withstand the power contained in Paeryonggak, the flexible sword bent in a large curve.

 

If it had been an ordinary sword instead of a flexible sword, it would have broken long ago from such force.

 

“It’s over!”

 

At Ho Won-jik’s wild cry, Ju Yu-ryeon’s hand gripping the flexible sword began to tremble.

 

No matter how flexible the sword was, the increasingly bending blade looked precarious as if it would break at any moment.

 

At the instant the sword bent to its maximum, Ju Yu-ryeon’s wrist, elbow, and shoulder twisted lightly.

 

Twang!

 

Simultaneously, as the balance collapsed, the bent flexible sword unfolded and passed by Ho Won-jik’s leg like an arrow.

 

“…Ugh!”

 

Blood spurted from Ho Won-jik’s leg. Though he seemed to falter momentarily in pain, it wasn’t a deep wound as he immediately straightened his staggering body.

 

Landing on the ground, Ho Won-jik extended both hands forward, which he had never revealed before.

 

Then toward Ju Yu-ryeon, whose posture was disturbed by the aftermath of the recent collision, he thrust those fists directly. Though it was a simple thrust, he had condensed so much power into it that at a glance, his fists appeared more than half again larger than a normal person’s.

 

‘Damn!’

 

Though it looked like an attack she absolutely shouldn’t face, Ju Yu-ryeon, unable to dodge due to the previous exchanges, raised her flexible sword as a last resort to block Ho Won-jik’s fist.

 

Crack!

 

A sound like striking wood with a rock echoed. Simultaneously, the flexible sword momentarily distorted and Ju Yu-ryeon was pushed back about four steps.

 

Though she appeared to have no major injuries on the surface, perhaps because she couldn’t completely deflect the impact, Ju Yu-ryeon’s face faintly reddened.

 

“Cough!”

 

When she coughed lowly, blood mixed in and flowed out. Though it wasn’t a fatal wound, she had clearly suffered internal injuries.

 

After catching her breath briefly, Ju Yu-ryeon wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand and looked down at the flexible sword bent by the impact, letting out a short sigh.

 

“Ugh… This is annoying to straighten.”

 

Ju Yu-ryeon’s appearance as she dry-coughed now looked somewhat pale, drained of color.

 

Still, there seemed to be no problem with her movement.

 

“To block Ssangdongbunggwon (Twin Cave Collapse Fist)…”

 

“It’s too famous that Yeonchuknyeolgwon is a martial art that breaks the opponent’s defense with kicks then finishes with fists. So I used a little trick at the end. If the supporting leg isn’t intact, proper power can’t be generated.”

 

“As, as expected… You didn’t just attack the leg randomly.”

 

Ho Won-jik glanced at his own leg and clenched his teeth tightly. The bleeding from Ho Won-jik’s leg had already stopped, but the way that leg trembled slightly didn’t look intact at all.

 

“The sword technique of Euiseonsu-ga. Is it Haejusanggum ? Truly lives up to its reputation.”

 

As if grasping the situation, Seong Jung-hyeok muttered lowly. Yoo Eun-hyun, who glanced at him, asked Soo Hwa-seon.

 

“Aunt, this was a sword technique you used too, right?”

 

“That’s right. Haejusanggum is a sword technique specialized in targeting vital points with a flexible sword. Though the targeting method varies by situation, the key is to pierce the human body so that minimal attacks become fatal strikes. The Bongjaktangum that Yu-ryeon used is a technique that maximizes the elasticity of sword and arm to stab the opponent, and because of its wide application range, it’s a method that can be used in any situation.”

 

“It’s a martial art befitting a medical family.”

 

Soo Hwa-seon nodded slightly, then glanced at Ho Won-jik.

 

“The match seems to be decided.”

 

“Already? His leg looks a bit uncomfortable, but it doesn’t seem like there’d be any problem continuing to fight?”

 

“Of course he could continue the duel. But the match has already been decided in terms of martial arts mastery. Further fighting would be meaningless.”

 

Indeed, Soo Hwa-seon was right.

 

Even if they continued the duel, Ho Won-jik would no longer be able to display his martial arts, which relied on his legs as the core.

 

Everyone gathered here already knew this fact.

 

“Not yet… I can do more.”

 

“I cut the muscle on the inner lower part of your thigh, so it’ll be hard to straighten your knee for a while, right?”

 

“…”

 

“This is just a duel. If it hadn’t been a duel from the start, I could have crippled your leg with that Bongjaktangum earlier.”

 

As if it wasn’t a lie, Ju Yu-ryeon drove her flexible sword into the ground. At Ju Yu-ryeon’s chilling words, Ho Won-jik clenched his teeth tightly.

 

“I… I… can’t lose!”

 

However, Ho Won-jik shouted loudly as if he couldn’t accept the fact that he had been defeated.

 

Though his spirit was admirable, by this point everyone except Ho Won-jik knew it was recklessness, not courage.

 

When words no longer worked, Ju Yu-ryeon also narrowed her eyes and clicked her tongue.

 

“Tsk. Really? Fine. Then let’s do more. If an accident happens, it can’t be helped.”

 

Her deeply sunken gaze indicated she could commit any act without hesitation. But still, only Ho Won-jik seemed unable to notice.

 

Like that, Ho Won-jik began forcibly drawing up his energy just as before.

 

However, his injured leg was still trembling, and that sight looked far from ordinary.

 

He was already subtly revealing that his body was beyond its limits.

 

“Wait!”

 

But then Seong Jung-hyeok intervened, shouting. Standing between the two, Seong Jung-hyeok apologized to Ju Yu-ryeon.

 

“Sorry for interfering in the duel. But as Miss Ju Yu-ryeon said, the match seems already decided. Though he’s like this, he’s the successor of Chukho-bang, so it would be troublesome if he’s seriously injured.”

 

Ju Yu-ryeon frowned as if asking what he was talking about now. But unlike Ho Won-jik, Seong Jung-hyeok wasn’t so easy to deal with.

 

“Isn’t this enough? As you said, if you had made up your mind to do it, you would have done it already. That you didn’t is not only because it’s a duel, but also because you don’t want to cause unnecessary trouble with our Chukho-bang.”

 

“…”

 

Seong Jung-hyeok spoke as if he had read all of Ju Yu-ryeon’s intentions. Toward Ju Yu-ryeon, who stood silently for a moment, Seong Jung-hyeok spoke firmly once more.

 

“Of course, if you wish to make an enemy of our sect, I’ll gladly accept. If that’s the will of Euiseonsu-ga.”

 

Seong Jung-hyeok threw out his words as if urging a decision, emanating pressure as if he would gladly respond if she wanted to fight. To this, Ju Yu-ryeon relaxed her frowning eyes and let out a low sigh.

 

Originally, as Euiseonsu-ga that advocated neutrality, there was nothing to gain from causing trouble with any sect.

 

Ending it here was the best choice in many ways.

 

“Phew. As expected, Vice Sect Leader is not to be underestimated. Fine. Securing victory is enough anyway. But I need to hear a declaration of defeat from the person involved.”

 

“Wise. And of course. I have no intention of taking away the victor’s rights. Won-jik.”

 

Seong Jung-hyeok also calmed his energy and relaxed his expression at Ju Yu-ryeon’s answer, turning his head toward Ho Won-jik who stood awkwardly. What Seong Jung-hyeok wanted to say was clear.

 

“But, but Uncle… no, Vice Sect Leader. For me to lo-lose here…”

 

“You foolish bastard! Do you think we’re Jeongdo-in who live and die for honor? For us Mado-in, losing is not a disgrace. Even if you crawl on the ground, press your face to the earth, and chew dirt, surviving by any means is the duty of us Mado-in. Defeat can be reversed later, but becoming crippled cannot be undone. Understand? Chew and swallow the pain of defeat and make it your nourishment.”

 

“Ugh, ugh… But this kind of duel…”

 

Ho Won-jik bit his lips as if he still couldn’t accept it. At this, Seong Jung-hyeok’s expression frowned as he cut off Ho Won-jik’s words.

 

“Shut up. You must know the full story of this matter. If you don’t even know that, you’re not qualified to stand as a minor sect leader. If this drags on any longer, I’ll make you kneel by force. Now, what will you choose!”

 

Though Heukryeon Trading Company was behind this matter, ultimately Ma-gyo was behind that Heukryeon Trading Company.

 

No matter how much of a major sect Chukho-bang was, they couldn’t dare disobey Ma-gyo’s orders.

 

“I, I understand… I lost.”

 

Ho Won-jik wasn’t foolish enough not to understand the situation. He judged it would be better to acknowledge defeat himself rather than stubbornly persist and be forced to kneel here.

 

He finally bowed his head toward Ju Yu-ryeon.

 

He had acknowledged his own defeat.

 

“It was a good match. You worked hard.”

 

Once defeat was confirmed, Ju Yu-ryeon showed a bright smile and politely bowed as if her sharp demeanor from moments before had been a lie.

 

Then she immediately turned and slowly walked toward where Yoo Eun-hyun was.

 

“…Did you think it would end like this? No matter what means I have to use, I will definitely get my hands on it….”

 

Watching Ju Yu-ryeon’s retreating figure as she turned away, Ho Won narrowed his eyes and muttered in a low voice.

 

In those eyes lay deeply tangled emotions, different from accepting defeat.

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