The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 165

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Chapter 165. What Kind of Bullshit Is That?

 

 

After finishing his deep dawn cultivation, Ha Mu-baek was sleeping soundly in his dormitory.

“Hm?”

He opened his eyes.

It was because of an unfamiliar yet familiar presence that caught his Ki Sense.

“Did Zhongnan send someone?”

The presence of those who had learned Zhongnan’s martial arts. One of them felt somewhat familiar.

Someone he remembered from the battlefield.

“One of the Eight Swords of Zhongnan. Why is Silver River Sword here…?”

Silver River Sword was Nam Hwa-ryong’s alias. He had earned it through countless battles in the last war.

It was similar to the alias of the Silver River Sword Hero who had been Zhongnan’s sect leader, so he was both apologetic and delighted by the honor.

That’s why he preferred being called by his alias rather than his real name.

He could guess why he had come to Muchang.

It must be because of Baek Ri-pyeong.

Even so, Silver River Sword coming to Muchang was…

“Excessive.”

That’s right.

It was excessive.

Among the current first disciples of Zhongnan, Silver River Sword Nam Hwa-ryong was the one who would inherit the Silver River Sword Hero’s martial prowess and become Zhongnan’s greatest sword.

That was Ha Mu-baek’s assessment.

To send such a person to bring back a mere nineteen—no, now twenty-year-old brat.

“I should go take a look.”

The cadets were diligently training at the training ground today as well.

Now that Ha Seol-ran had rejoined them, Han Seol-bing was also at the training ground.

“What are they doing during the break period?”

Ha Mu-baek muttered as if annoyed, but his expression held satisfaction.

 

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“Baek Ri-pyeong. Where did you say that little bastard was?”

“According to Brother Jang, he comes out daily to the training ground assigned to the Maengryong Corps.”

At Ju Si-un’s words, Sam-geom among the Eight Swords hurriedly answered.

“We go straight there. You confirmed the location, right?”

“Yes.”

When they departed, they had obtained information about Gyoryong Hall and Baek Ri-pyeong from Jang I-geol, who had just arrived at Zhongnan.

Jang I-geol’s expression was complex when he spoke about Baek Ri-pyeong, but Sam-geom didn’t care.

The main gate of Gyoryong Hall.

Ju Si-un walked in confidently as if it were natural, and the Gate Guards stopped them.

“Halt! Where are you from?”

His manner was stern.

“What are you? A lowly bastard dares to block the path of Great Zhongnan’s great disciple. Do you want to die?”

Killing intent swirled in Ju Si-un’s eyes as he looked at the spear pointed at him.

The Gate Guard gulped nervously at Ju Si-un’s aura. He felt the killing intent subtly flowing from his body.

To think that someone claiming to be a great disciple of the orthodox sect Zhongnan would have such killing intent.

Another Gate Guard quickly joined him.

And another person went inside to report the news.

Nam Hwa-ryong shook his head at this sight and stepped forward.

“I am Nam Hwa-ryong from Zhongnan. I’ve come to visit Gyoryong Hall regarding a matter concerning our sect’s disciple.”

Then he presented the official document he had received from Zhongnan.

Only then did the threatening atmosphere begin to calm down.

“…You should have said so from the start. I’ll send up a report, so please enter for now. If you go inside, there’s a reception hall. Please wait there.”

The Gate Guard lowered his spear and stepped aside.

“Don’t interfere unnecessarily.”

Ju Si-un warned Nam Hwa-ryong in an ominous voice. Then he walked inside without hesitation.

The irritable and explosive demeanor he had when they first arrived at Muchang had disappeared.

Instead, his true nature filled with killing intent was revealed. It seemed to be because of the Gate Guard who had blocked his path.

That a lowly warrior dared to point a spear at him.

Since this was a side of his Great Senior Brother that he had occasionally seen at the main sect, Nam Hwa-ryong could overlook the warning directed at him.

Instead, he gave a slight bow to the Gate Guards and followed behind.

Ju Si-un didn’t head to the reception hall as instructed.

Rather, he moved according to Sam-geom’s guidance.

“Great Senior Brother, where are you going? Shouldn’t we go to the reception hall first?”

“Shut up, Hwa-ryong. I have no intention of staying long in a place where such lowly bastards point spears at me. Baek Ri-pyeong. I’ll just grab that vermin-like bastard and return immediately. How dare he defy the sect leader’s command.”

He walked irritably.

But that wasn’t the only reason.

Ju Si-un had applied to the Jamryong Corps in his youth but was rejected.

To that Jamryong Corps that supposedly accepted most people from the Nine Sects and One Alliance and Five Great Noble Families.

Having come back to Gyoryong Hall and being blocked at the entrance from the start made his irritation rise.

‘Uncle, I’m not confident.’

Nam Hwa-ryong recalled his uncle’s request at Ju Si-un’s behavior and tried to steel his resolve.

When the sect leader had made a fuss, Enforcement Department head So Jung-san had secretly asked him to handle things well in case trouble arose. So Jung-san was also the one who had given him the official document.

Even then, he never thought they would really send him.

No, it would have been better if they had sent only him.

To be with that crazy Great Senior Brother.

He was explosive, hot-tempered, and had no compassion. When he showed his cruel side, he was endlessly cold and calculating.

A completely unpredictable and twisted personality.

One thing was certain: he absolutely did not have the personality befitting a great disciple of an orthodox sect.

The composition of the group was exquisite.

Sam-geom and Yuk-geom, who were practically the Great Senior Brother’s cronies, plus himself.

Nam Hwa-ryong hesitated for a moment.

He was uneasy about leaving them alone.

But not stopping by the reception hall was also improper.

In the end, he hurried to the reception hall, explained the situation to the Gyoryong Hall guard there, and quickly chased after his group.

Quite a distance had opened up.

Though he didn’t know Gyoryong Hall’s layout, their footprints were clear, so he followed behind at maximum speed.

“You bastard, Baek Ri-pyeong!”

Just when he thought he was catching up.

Great Senior Brother Ju Si-un’s loud shout was heard.

In the end, Nam Hwa-ryong had no choice but to deploy his lightness skill and rush toward where the sound came from.

 

Ju Si-un was glaring at Baek Ri-pyeong in the training ground with furious eyes.

Those in the training ground wore bewildered expressions at the sudden intrusion of uninvited guests.

Only one person.

Only Baek Ri-pyeong looked at Ju Si-un with a troubled face.

As Baek Ri-pyeong’s gaze turned toward him, Ju Si-un opened his mouth again.

“The elder of the sect has come, yet you just stand there staring blankly like the worthless vermin you are.”

This time it wasn’t a loud shout filled with anger. Instead, it was a quiet, measured voice filled with killing intent.

But since it was infused with internal energy, it reached Baek Ri-pyeong’s ears clearly.

Baek Ri-pyeong reluctantly performed a cupped fist salute and bowed his waist.

“…Disciple Baek Ri-pyeong of Zhongnan pays respects to Fourth Senior Brother.”

Only then did the cadets realize from Baek Ri-pyeong’s words that these people had come from Zhongnan.

However, they were full of doubt about why they had come to this place.

“No need for long words. Follow me immediately. We’re going straight to Zhongnan.”

At Ju Si-un’s words, the cadets looked at each other.

What kind of absurd statement was that all of a sudden?

Why should Baek Ri-pyeong return to Zhongnan?

When was it that they had sent him here in the first place?

The cadets knew that Baek Ri-pyeong had entered Maengryong Corps on the sect leader’s orders.

Through sharing hardships together, they had become that close.

They hadn’t asked for or shared more detailed circumstances though.

 

“What kind of bullshit is that?”

Then the response came from elsewhere.

Ha Mu-baek had appeared at some point and was looking at Ju Si-un with a crooked expression.

“What are you?”

Ju Si-un glared at Ha Mu-baek with cold eyes and asked.

“Me? These kids’ instructor. So what are you supposed to be?”

“Another worthless wretch? This place is uniformly displeasing. How dare you spout such nonsense to me, the Great Disciple of the Great Zhongnan Sect?”

Ju Si-un spoke in a growling voice full of killing intent.

“So what? This is Gyoryong Hall. Not the Zhongnan Sect.”

Ha Mu-baek replied with an attitude as if wondering which household dog was barking. He was even picking his ear with one hand.

The atmosphere became menacing.

The cadets quietly gathered near Ha Mu-baek.

Nam Hwa-ryong stood beside Ju Si-un with a troubled expression.

This was truly awkward.

That man who claimed to be Baek Ri-pyeong’s instructor.

He was acquainted with him.

There was no way he couldn’t be.

He was someone who had always rushed into the fiercest battlefields during the last war.

“As expected, those without proper breeding can’t be helped. Whether this place is Gyoryong Hall or Zhongnan, what does it matter? The fact that I am the Great Disciple of Great Zhongnan remains unchanged.”

Killing intent began to slowly flow from Ju Si-un’s body.

The important thing probably wasn’t that though.

Nam Hwa-ryong inwardly swallowed a sigh and tried to calm Ju Si-un for now.

They couldn’t cause trouble here. Especially not against that man.

“Senior Brother. Please calm down for now.”

Nam Hwa-ryong spoke in a small whisper.

“And that instructor is no ordinary instructor. He’s a warrior who was active on the fiercest battlefields during the last war.”

Ju Si-un’s gaze turned toward Nam Hwa-ryong.

“Are you now reproaching this senior brother for hiding away in the sect during the last war?”

The killing intent turned toward Nam Hwa-ryong.

Why was the conversation going in that direction?

His advice that it would be better to be careful since the opponent was no ordinary person.

“Whether that bastard was active in the last war or did whatever, I am Zhongnan’s Great Disciple and he’s just a lowly instructor nobody.”

Ha Mu-baek watched his performance with an amused expression.

The middle-aged warrior trying hard to restrain the so-called Great Disciple.

It was a face he hadn’t seen in a long time. He had already known of his arrival through presence detection.

Silver River Sword.

Zhongnan’s First Disciple who had truly swung his sword diligently behind Silver River Sword Hero Baek Ri-dan in fierce battlefields.

If Baek Ri-dan were still alive, he would have been the talent who might have become Zhongnan’s next sect leader.

Yet to see him struggling against such a fellow was pitiful.

“I can tell. Zhongnan has fallen into decline.”

At Ha Mu-baek’s muttered words, Ju Si-un’s head turned back toward Ha Mu-baek.

“Just because you have a mouth doesn’t mean you can spout anything – you might die for it.”

Ju Si-un spoke with a growl full of killing intent. His clothes were gradually swelling.

Ha Mu-baek opened his eyes wide and looked at Ju Si-un.

His expression showed he had heard something quite amusing.

“Do you have the ability to kill? From what I can see, your skill seems inferior even to Baek Ri-pyeong here? You’d kill me, the instructor who teaches Baek Ri-pyeong?”

Baek Ri-pyeong was startled by Ha Mu-baek’s words.

Suddenly comparing skills with himself.

“Kuk kuk. Keu keu kuk. Keu ha ha ha ha!”

Ju Si-un burst into loud laughter. In his eyes, along with killing intent, was utter disbelief.

“Ridiculous. You dare compare me to that vermin-like Second Disciple? Come out. I’ll cut off one of your arms right now.”

Ju Si-un’s hand grasped his sword hilt. His qi energy burst forth as if it would tear his clothes at any moment.

To say he’d cut off the supervising instructor’s arm while leaving behind the child he was supposed to take.

Nam Hwa-ryong’s face contorted.

Sam-geom and Yuk-geom fell for Ha Mu-baek’s provocation, their faces turning red and blue.

They looked as if the insult their Great Senior Brother received was their own.

“So, if you want to fight me, beat Baek Ri-pyeong first. You seem below standard, so prove your skill first.”

Killing intent flowed steadily from Ju Si-un’s eyes.

That gaze full of killing intent turned toward Baek Ri-pyeong.

“So that’s what your supervising instructor bastard says. Draw your sword.”

And then came the command directed at Baek Ri-pyeong.

Baek Ri-pyeong looked back and forth between Ha Mu-baek and Ju Si-un, not knowing what to do.

“Great Senior Brother. Please calm down. A martial duel between First Disciple and Second Disciple? This is unprecedented.”

Nam Hwa-ryong hurriedly tried to stop Ju Si-un.

Nam Hwa-ryong knew his martial prowess well. And he had experienced what kind of person Ha Mu-baek was on the battlefield.

He shouldn’t engage in a fight with no chance of winning.

He had to stop this for now.

“This isn’t your problem to interfere with. I was insulted by that bastard. So you’re taking that bastard’s side.”

Ju Si-un’s voice sank even colder and more chilling.

“Senior Brother. Still, there are the sect’s rules.”

Nam Hwa-ryong spoke while ignoring that killing intent. In truth, it wasn’t threatening to Nam Hwa-ryong either.

When the sect’s rules were mentioned, Ju Si-un closed his mouth for a moment.

“Ah, the sect’s rules!”

Rather, it was Ha Mu-baek who reacted to those words.

“Certainly that would be so. A prestigious orthodox sect like the Zhongnan Sect would have strict rules.”

Ha Mu-baek spoke while nodding his head.

What scheme was that man plotting now?

“Then confirming those rules should come first. Good. Baek Ri-pyeong. Let’s go to Zhongnan together. After confirming those rules at Zhongnan, then fight that pathetic bastard.”

“In-Instructor. How could I possibly have a martial duel with Fourth Senior Brother…”

Baek Ri-pyeong stammered, flustered by Ha Mu-baek’s words that just charged straight ahead without even asking his opinion.

Ha Mu-baek looked at Baek Ri-pyeong.

“Why, no confidence? Think you’ll lose to a guy like that?”

This time it was provocation directed at Baek Ri-pyeong.

Ha Mu-baek had no idea what he was thinking.

“Th, that’s….”

Baek Ri-pyeong, in his difficult position, couldn’t answer properly.

Wasn’t this a question he could neither affirm nor deny?

Though they called him Fourth Hundred, he was confident he could win.

The killing intent and qi aura he emanated were frightening. But facing him now, he didn’t feel like he would lose at all.

That’s why he couldn’t affirm it.

He couldn’t deny it even more.

Because that would be committing insubordination by looking down on a senior of the Four Gates.

“Since you’re choosing your own place to die, I have no reason to refuse. Fine. Let’s go to Zhongnan together.”

Ju Si-un answered with a smile full of killing intent.

His eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

It seemed like if they went to Zhongnan and crossed swords, he would really kill him.

“In, Instructor….”

Baek Ri-pyeong looked at Ha Mu-baek with an expression that seemed ready to cry at this sudden situation.

He had simply wanted to remain in Maengryong Corps 7th Unit.

The Instructor had said he wouldn’t approve, so he should do that.

But people came from Zhongnan, a conflict arose with the Instructor, and now he might have to go to Zhongnan to have a martial duel with Fourth Hundred.

What on earth was this all about?

What on earth was the Instructor thinking?

“But know this. I still have no intention of approving this guy’s discharge.”

Ha Mu-baek’s words added to that.

At those words, the eyes of Sam-geom, who was beside Ju Si-un, gleamed strangely.

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