The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 128

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Chapter 128. It’s All Over

 

 

Gwan Ha-gyeong is a disciple of Dorim.

She was just an ordinary disciple that no one in Dorim paid attention to.

Even so, she trained with blood and sweat.

Believing that effort could overcome talent.

She entered Gyoryong Hall and became the fifth member of Waryong Corps.

She spent four years like that.

Today is her last day at Gyoryong Hall.

A fourth-year cadet.

No, if she won this martial duel today, tomorrow would have been her last day.

No one paid attention to her in Waryong Corps, at Gyoryong Hall, or even at her sect Dorim.

No one had ever taken notice of her.

Even in last year’s Winter Tournament, she couldn’t produce any notable results.

But in her final Winter Tournament at Gyoryong Hall, she made it to the round of 16.

She was among the sixteen strongest at Gyoryong Hall.

The feeling was extraordinary.

And she was amazed.

This year’s Winter Tournament was a series of upsets.

Who would have thought that six first-year Maengryong Corps cadets would make it to the round of 16 alongside her.

It was an incomparable upset to her own advancement to the round of 16.

That’s why this time, she wanted to create an upset herself.

The opponent who would determine that stood before her.

Even though he was a first-year Maengryong Corps cadet.

Ju U-myeong.

The sole disciple of the former Wudang’s First Sword, Muyeon Jin-in.

In terms of lineage, he was of the same generation as the current Wudang sect leader.

It made no sense for him to be a first-year Maengryong Corps cadet. He wasn’t someone who should have come to Gyoryong Hall in the first place.

But now he stood before her as her martial duel opponent.

‘I’ll break him.’

Gwan Ha-gyeong steeled her resolve and drew her blade.

“Oh?”

Since it had been a long Winter Tournament, Ha Mu-baek’s eyes, sitting on the rooftop, now gleamed with interest.

“What is it?”

Gongsun Mu-oe, who was sitting beside him, asked.

His gaze followed where Ha Mu-baek was looking.

Eight martial duels opening simultaneously.

He was watching all of them, but there must be a specific place that caught Ha Mu-baek’s attention.

“I didn’t know, but there’s quite a promising one. Seems to be a disciple of Dorim.”

He could tell just by looking at how she held her blade.

Because he had watched a human from Dorim to the point of exhaustion.

At the mention of Dorim, Gongsun Mu-oe’s gaze turned to one place.

There was only one person holding a blade.

And it was a woman holding a massive great blade.

It was the same type of great blade as Jeongcheon Alliance Leader So Hwi-ung’s.

“You mean that child.”

Gongsun Mu-oe nodded.

“She may not shine right now, but she’ll definitely shine brilliantly in the future. Her posture holding the blade tells me so.”

People call So Hwi-ung a peerless genius, but that’s wrong.

While he is indeed a genius, he didn’t reach that position simply because he was a genius.

Dorim’s blade techniques required honesty and persistence.

Foolish Steps Thousand Li.

It’s a blade technique that achieves great success one day through honest and persistent daily progress.

Heaven-Severing Demon-Slaying Blade.

To cut the heavens required not only heaven-sent talent, but also the effort to cut through the heavens.

Heaven Severing Blade.

This is the Dorim blade technique that Gwan Ha-gyeong learned.

A blade that severs the heavens.

Despite its grandiose name, it’s a blade technique consisting of five concise forms.

Therefore, disciples who master this move on to the next level technique, Demon Slaying Asura Blade.

But Gwan Ha-gyeong didn’t do that.

It was because of a scene she witnessed by chance in her childhood.

The five forms of Heaven Severing Blade that Jeongcheon Alliance Leader So Hwi-ung displayed.

It was beautiful and powerful.

She watched in fascination and wanted to perform such Heaven Severing Blade herself.

That’s why she trained Heaven Severing Blade like mad.

Now the results of that training were being displayed.

The five forms struck Ju U-myeong like a storm.

At first, Ju U-myeong seemed flustered, but soon regained his flow and counterattacked.

Ju U-myeong’s Taiqing Sword and Gwan Ha-gyeong’s Heaven Severing Blade clashed chaotically.

Ju U-myeong’s Taiqing Sword covered all directions and pressed Gwan Ha-gyeong.

Gwan Ha-gyeong’s Heaven Severing Blade tried to cut through the Taiqing Sword attacking her in one stroke.

They were evenly matched.

No, Gwan Ha-gyeong seemed slightly superior.

Just as a small smile was about to form on Gwan Ha-gyeong’s lips as she gritted her teeth.

Ju U-myeong’s sword technique suddenly changed.

A large and gentle sword technique that no force could break.

Taiji Wisdom Sword.

Wudang’s supreme ultimate technique was now unfolding under Ju U-myeong’s hands.

The match ended with that.

“Ah…”

The sword tip that had stopped right in front of her throat.

Gwan Ha-gyeong had no choice but to acknowledge her defeat.

“I lost.”

With a brief acknowledgment of defeat, she turned and left the martial arts arena.

“Whew…”

Ju U-myeong came down from the martial arts arena with a deep sigh.

Who would have thought he’d have to bring out even the Taiji Wisdom Sword.

This was truly his most carefully hidden trump card.

She was really a tremendous opponent.

Though she herself seemed unaware of how strong she was.

 

Mount Hua Sect’s disciple Yeong Ho-jun had gritted his teeth and trained since the last Hatuje.

Who would have thought he’d suffer such a bitter defeat to those Maengryong Corps bastards.

To guys who couldn’t even handle just one Dang Chu.

He had honed and polished the sword of his sect.

As a result, he was finally able to make plum blossoms bloom from the tip of his sword.

With this level of skill, he thought he could compete with Namgung Ji-hu.

However, Namgung Ji-hu frequently went in and out of the Maengryong Corps.

Saying he was going to have martial duels.

Yeong Ho-jun clenched his two fists tightly.

He knew that Ju U-myeong was formidable.

But that didn’t mean he thought he was weaker than him.

Wudang and Mount Hua Sect.

Weren’t they always competing as sects that cultivated swords among the Nine Sects and One Alliance?

Even though Wudang’s influence now pierced the heavens, he had never thought that Mount Hua’s sword was weaker than Wudang’s sword.

His opponent was Hwa Tae-ak from Noejeongnru.

A student from Waryong Corps 2nd Group.

Noejeongnru’s representative ultimate techniques were spear techniques and fist techniques.

Among them, Hwa Tae-ak used domineering fist techniques.

The iron gauntlets wrapped around both arms continuously blocked Yeong Ho-jun’s sword.

He was an unexpectedly strong opponent.

To think there was such a student in Waryong Corps 2nd Group, not even 1st Group.

However, the current Yeong Ho-jun was different.

If it had been the first-half Yeong Ho-jun, he might have lost.

Just by blooming twelve plum blossoms among the twenty-four forms, Yeong Ho-jun achieved victory.

His gaze turned toward Ju U-myeong, who was just coming down from the martial arts arena.

He would be his opponent in the next quarterfinals.

‘Wait and see. I’ll show you that Mount Hua’s sword is stronger.’

His eyes burned with competitive spirit.

 

Mok Cheong-san slowly climbed onto the martial arts arena.

And he looked at his opponent.

Was it Dan Mok Un-rae, a student from Maengryong Corps? He was someone he hadn’t been interested in from the start.

But he had become slightly interested.

Because he had defeated Sa Pyeong-ju from Waryong Corps 1st Group.

And with just the Three Talents Sword Technique, he had defeated the Great Flowing Immortal Sword Style of Seonyu Valley.

As far as Mok Cheong-san knew, the Great Flowing Immortal Sword Style was an excellent sword technique that could be called one of the ultimate techniques under heaven.

But that was because Sa Pyeong-ju was clumsy.

He was different.

Mok Cheong-san drew his sword.

The ready stance of the Thousand Illusions Thousand Paths Sword Technique.

The tip of his sword pointed toward Dan Mok Un-rae.

Dan Mok Un-rae also drew his sword.

“Begin!”

With the judge’s declaration, the first to move was Mok Cheong-san.

He had no intention of wastefully expending energy in a place like this.

Even though it was the last match of the day, he wanted to end it as quickly as possible and preserve his stamina.

One sword split into two and flew toward Dan Mok Un-rae.

Dan Mok Un-rae calmly swung his sword to block the sword strike aimed at him.

Two became four, and four became eight.

Dan Mok Un-rae blocked all of them.

The moment eight became sixteen.

Dan Mok Un-rae blocked some and deflected and dodged others.

Mok Cheong-san’s expression changed slightly.

Because he thought sixteen swords would be enough to defeat Dan Mok Un-rae.

Mok Cheong-san’s Thousand Illusions Thousand Paths Sword didn’t stop.

It flew toward Dan Mok Un-rae once again.

This time, thirty-two sword shadows.

Dan Mok Un-rae launched his body into those sword shadows and swung his sword.

It was clearly a simple form of the Three Talents Sword Technique, yet it erased all thirty-two sword shadows.

“This bastard…”

Mok Cheong-san gritted his teeth.

The tip of his sword trembled, and in an instant, the sword shadows swelled to sixty-four.

Swords that truly enveloped all directions around Dan Mok Un-rae as they flew in.

Dan Mok Un-rae rolled on the ground.

Lazy Donkey Rolling.

It was a movement that drew ridicule because of the act of rolling on the ground.

A smile finally appeared on Mok Cheong-san’s lips.

There were even martial artists who considered using Lazy Donkey Rolling as shameful.

But Dan Mok Un-rae was not one of them.

He had learned from Ha Mu-baek that he could use techniques like Lazy Donkey Rolling as much as he wanted.

He had come to know that there were things far more important than such empty formalities.

With just one roll on the ground, Dan Mok Un-rae completely escaped from the range of Mok Cheong-san’s sword.

He had completely shaken off the sixty-four sword shadows.

Only then did Mok Cheong-san realize it.

“Grr.”

The sword moved again.

The moment one hundred twenty-eight sword shadows were about to cover Dan Mok Un-rae in an instant.

Dan Mok Un-rae saw it.

The huge gap in between.

A gap that absolutely could not be missed.

Dan Mok Un-rae’s sword stabbed through that gap.

Clang.

With a loud noise, Mok Cheong-san’s sword fell to the ground.

“H-how…”

Mok Cheong-san looked at his right hand with disbelieving eyes.

It was empty.

His sword was lying on the ground.

His opponent’s sword was stopped in front of his chest.

“Dan Mok Un-rae wins!”

When Mok Cheong-san remained still for a long time with his mouth shut and an expression of disbelief, the judge made the ruling.

After receiving the victory judgment, Dan Mok Un-rae came down from the martial arts arena.

Even until then, Mok Cheong-san remained on the martial arts arena with a face that couldn’t accept it.

Even as darkness was gradually falling, Mok Cheong-san couldn’t accept his defeat.

The greatest talent of Cheongeom Sect.

A genius comparable to the talent of Jeongcheon Alliance Leader So Hwi-ung.

Wasn’t that himself?

Yet to suffer such a defeat to a mere student from Maengryong Corps.

It was an impossible occurrence.

“Grrr.”

He gritted his teeth.

He wanted to have a fit because he couldn’t contain his anger, but there were too many watching eyes.

Mok Cheong-san gritted his teeth and came down from the martial arts arena.

His eyes were bloodshot and dyed red.

 

Cheong U-ja.

As a disciple of Wudang, he had been having a miserable time since the second half of the year.

It was because his grand-martial uncle had entered Gyoryong Hall. A grand-martial uncle he had only heard rumors about even when at the main mountain, never actually seeing him.

That was only natural.

As a disciple of Master Mu-yeon, he was said to stay only at his master’s hermitage, so how could there be a chance to see him.

Why such a person had come to Gyoryong Hall was beyond understanding.

In any case, since an elder from the main sect had come, he thought he should attend to him.

Though Gyoryong Hall claimed to exclude considerations of origin sect or treatment, how could things actually follow the rules.

After completing Gyoryong Hall, he would ultimately still be a disciple of Wudang.

However, his grand-martial uncle went to the Maengryong Corps and there was no occasion for them to meet.

A brief exchange of greetings was all there had been.

Namgung Ji-hu seemed to get along well with him and even spar, but for himself it was impossible.

Cheong U-ja realized for the first time how timid he was.

Just the presence of his grand-martial uncle Ju U-myeong had caused him to fall into mental demons.

To have reached the round of 16 in such a state was truly remarkable. His bracket luck had been good too.

But luck alone couldn’t take him to higher places.

Beom Il-so, whom he faced in the round of 16.

The moment he unleashed sixty-four sword shadows.

Cheong U-ja was defeated.

After easily winning, Beom Il-so came down from the martial arts arena and looked toward the other side.

There, Mok Cheong-san was in the midst of wielding his sword.

However, he wasn’t overwhelming his opponent.

Since the winner between those two would be his next opponent, he watched with concentration.

When it ended with Dan Mok Un-rae’s victory, Beom Il-so turned around and smirked.

‘Clumsy.’

His senior martial brother’s Thousand Illusions Thousand Paths Sword still looked clumsy to him.

How ridiculous.

To think the greatest talent of the Cheongeom Sect was only at that level.

 

“Everything’s finished.”

Gongsun Mu-oe stood up from his seat and spoke.

Darkness had already descended all around.

The quarterfinals would proceed tomorrow.

The long day had come to an end.

“What will you do?”

Gongsun Mu-oe asked Ha Mu-baek.

“I’ll likely be quite busy. There are many people I need to meet.”

Gongsun Mu-oe nodded at Ha Mu-baek’s answer.

“You’ll need to look after your disciples.”

Among those who made it to the quarterfinals, three were students under Ha Mu-baek’s charge.

Baek Ri-pyeong, Yeon Ha-min, and Dan Mok Un-rae.

“Then I’ll be going.”

After a light farewell, Ha Mu-baek leaped up into the air.

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