The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 171

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Chapter 171. Starting with the Left Eye

 

 

What did he mean by humiliating him?

Jong Pae-jin looked at Ha Mu-baek with eyes that couldn’t understand.

The man was still breathing roughly.

His arms and legs continued to tremble.

‘Wait.’

Thinking back to the sound transmission from earlier.

It had been such a calm voice.

While he was struggling like this now.

‘Come to think of it…’

His lips hadn’t moved either.

‘That can’t be…!’

Jong Pae-jin’s eyes trembled finely at the thought that struck his mind like lightning.

Mind Speech.

Also called Wisdom Light Mind Speech or by other names, the pinnacle of Secret Sound Transmission.

With Mind Speech, one could send sound transmissions without moving their lips.

But there was no way the man before him had reached such a level.

The reason was simple.

Jong Pae-jin himself could only use Voice Energy Transmission at best.

There was no way that man, who had maintained an even match with him and won with an unexpected strike, could use Mind Speech.

Meanwhile, Ju Jae-seung and Ha Mu-baek pointed their swords at each other.

Thud.

Ju Jae-seung kicked off the ground first. The Heavenly Star Galaxy Sword Technique unfolded from his hands.

It was certainly lacking.

It couldn’t compare to Jong Pae-jin’s from earlier.

If anything, it was closer to Ju Si-un’s level.

“Tsk.”

Jong Pae-jin clicked his tongue without realizing it.

At the fact that the Great Zhongnan Sect Leader’s sword mastery was only at that level.

And at the fact that someone who made such a surprise first attack in a martial duel against a tired opponent was Zhongnan’s Sect Leader.

He had clicked his tongue instinctively.

Clang!

Clang clang!

The sound of sword clashing against sword rang out. But it wasn’t the clear sound from before.

A dull, murky resonance.

Nevertheless, Ju Jae-seung pressed Ha Mu-baek relentlessly with a triumphant expression.

Ha Mu-baek, breathing roughly, kept stepping backward.

His sword trembled and his arms shook.

“Kuhaha. Was that all you had when you were acting so arrogant! You don’t even seem to have the strength to hold your sword, so why don’t you just put it down comfortably?”

Ju Jae-seung burst into wild laughter as he continuously swung his sword.

Clang-!

The dull sound still rang out.

Whirrrrr.

Thunk.

Ha Mu-baek’s sword spun round and round in midair before embedding in the ground.

Ju Jae-seung, with his mouth corners raised high, pointed his sword at Ha Mu-baek.

A position where a thrust would pierce straight through his throat.

Ju Jae-seung slightly raised his sword.

Now the sword tip was pointing at one of Ha Mu-baek’s eyes.

“Don’t say you’ve lost yet. I have no intention of accepting your defeat so easily.”

His voice was full of killing intent.

A cruel smile played on his lips.

His eyes gleamed with madness.

Jong Pae-jin frowned at that sight.

How could the Sect Leader of the Great Zhongnan, a prestigious orthodox sect, utter such words and display such killing intent?

He had thought since childhood that Ju Jae-seung had cruel and impetuous aspects to his nature, but he never imagined it would be to this extent.

“Gulp.”

Someone swallowed dry saliva at the Sect Leader’s words.

It was because his killing intent was flowing out in all directions.

Smirk.

Ha Mu-baek couldn’t help but smile.

He felt very good. It was exactly the reaction he had expected.

Now it was time to harvest the results.

A deep, rich smile appeared on his lips.

Ju Jae-seung frowned slightly at that sight.

“You’ve finally gone mad. To show such a smile in this situation. Let’s start with the left eye first.”

A brilliant energy began to gather at the sword tip.

That energy flowed out thinly, wrapping around the sword and hanging down.

Sword Thread.

Beyond sword qi, it was the stage just before sword aura.

That level was now being displayed from Ju Jae-seung’s sword.

Jong Pae-jin still wore an expression of displeasure at the sight.

To think that someone who was a Sect Leader still hadn’t entered the realm of sword aura.

Perhaps it was a level that didn’t even reach Nam Hwa-ryong, the first disciple.

“Starting with the left eye. Good. I’ve definitely received that. I’ll put down my sword comfortably as you said.”

Ha Mu-baek’s voice changed instantly.

No, more than that, his breathing was far too stable.

He had definitely been gasping like he was dying just moments ago.

What on earth was happening?

“You bastard. I’ll make it so you can’t even say you’ve lost.”

Whoosh.

At Ha Mu-baek’s sudden change, before he could figure out what was happening, Ha Mu-baek’s fist came flying.

Thwaaack!

With a loud impact sound, Ju Jae-seung flew backward.

Ha Mu-baek kicked off the ground and immediately caught up to Ju Jae-seung’s body movement.

He raised his fist again.

It was wrapped in a subtle white radiance.

“Fi, Fi, Fist Force!!!”

Someone recognized it and shouted.

The fist wrapped in Fist Force flew toward Ju Jae-seung’s mouth.

Crack.

The sound of his jawbone shattering rang out.

“Kyaaaaaaah…”

Only then did a scream burst forth.

Ju Jae-seung rolled pathetically on the ground before barely managing to stagger to his feet.

His left eye was stained with blood.

The eyeball had already burst from the punch, and the surrounding bones seemed caved in.

His remaining right eye was filled with disbelief and terror.

What on earth was happening all of a sudden?

No, more importantly, he needed to end this martial duel quickly.

After taking two hits from that bastard’s fists, he realized he was no match for him.

It was remarkable that his thoughts could reach this far while his head was spinning.

‘I lost! I lost! I’ve been defeated!’

He cried out urgently.

Or at least he thought he cried out.

However.

“Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhhh.”

Only incomprehensible mumbling flowed from his mouth.

His jaw wouldn’t move.

The bone was shattered and the joint was destroyed.

Words, words wouldn’t come out.

Ju Jae-seung’s face turned deathly pale.

Ha Mu-baek immediately charged at him again.

Two fists moving frantically.

Thud!

Thud thud thud! Thud! Thud! Thud thud!

He truly beat Ju Jae-seung like pounding a leather pouch.

Ju Jae-seung’s body lifted into midair from Ha Mu-baek’s storm-like punches.

“Ugh! Ughhh! Ugh! Ughhhhh!”

Even his screams couldn’t properly burst out.

He was clearly screaming like mad, but the sounds only echoed inside his mouth.

It was because his jaw wouldn’t move.

Some disciples squeezed their eyes shut and turned their heads away.

Some glared at Ha Mu-baek with eyes full of rage.

But the martial duel hadn’t ended.

Ju Jae-seung hadn’t lost consciousness and collapsed, nor had he declared defeat.

Therefore, Ha Mu-baek’s fists didn’t stop.

Savage and violent punches poured down on Ju Jae-seung.

This time the speed of the punches slowed.

Thanks to this, Ju Jae-seung could stand with his feet on the ground.

He should collapse now.

But his legs still had strength.

How on earth was this happening?

Despite being in such agony!

Despite the terrible pain that made him feel like he’d lose consciousness at any moment.

Far from collapsing, his two legs stood firmly planted on the ground.

He felt like he was going insane.

It was enough to make ghosts weep.

The human before his eyes was truly a monster, a demon.

How could someone beat a person so persistently?

“Ugh! Ugh!”

As the punches slowed, a different terror washed over him.

Ju Jae-seung could clearly see the fists flying toward him.

And the thudding sound.

Followed by pain piercing through his entire body.

Fists filling his vision.

The pain that followed.

This continued to repeat endlessly.

Thud.

Thud thud!

Thud! Thud! Thud thud thud!

The Great Training Ground was silent.

No one said anything at all.

Only the sound of Ha Mu-baek beating Ju Jae-seung echoed throughout.

The disciples’ gazes turned toward Jong Pae-jin.

They believed he was the only one who could stop that cruel and merciless bastard.

‘Heh, heh heh heh. So this was it, this was it.’

Jong Pae-jin finally understood the meaning of Ha Mu-baek’s words before the second martial duel began.

That he had humiliated him.

‘He was a master far superior to me. Yet he pretended to be pushed back, pretended to struggle. He was toying with me.’

Quiet rage and humiliation settled in Jong Pae-jin’s eyes.

That martial artist was now directly showing the reason.

It must have been to draw out the Sect Leader and reduce him to this state.

‘There’s something about this martial duel that I don’t know.’

He had suspected that the sinister Ju Jae-seung was hiding something.

If it was true that his opponent had insulted Zhongnan, he thought that would be a matter for later.

But for such a master to go through such troublesome acts just to reduce Ju Jae-seung to this state.

What he was hiding might be a bigger matter than he had thought.

First, he needed to end the martial duel.

Jong Pae-jin launched his body toward Ha Mu-baek.

“It seems you have achieved victory, so how about stopping here?”

Jong Pae-jin spoke with internal energy infused in his voice.

Ha Mu-baek only glanced at him briefly but didn’t stop his fists.

[If you truly wish to apologize for humiliating me, how about ending it here?]

Then a sound transmission flew into Ha Mu-baek’s ear.

Since it used Energy Sound Transmission, his lips moved extremely subtly.

Therefore, almost no one noticed that he had sent a sound transmission to Ha Mu-baek.

Ha Mu-baek’s fist paused momentarily.

He turned his head to look at Jong Pae-jin. Jong Pae-jin looked back directly without avoiding his gaze.

“Phew. I understand.”

Words that came with a deep sigh.

As soon as those words ended, Ju Jae-seung lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

Not a single uninjured spot could be found on his body.

“S-Sect Leader!!”

The disciples rushed to Ju Jae-seung.

They carefully lifted Ju Jae-seung’s body and moved him to a stretcher.

They had prepared it in case of emergency, but who would have thought they’d end up laying the Sect Leader on it.

“You vicious bastard.”

“Evil son of a bitch…”

Voices filled with resentment flew toward Ha Mu-baek from all directions.

Ha Mu-baek shook his head from side to side.

Despite having witnessed Ju Jae-seung’s vulgar behavior just moments ago, they were burning with resentment toward him.

This was why those so-called prestigious orthodox sects were troublesome.

“Don’t just talk with your mouths, come at me.”

Ha Mu-baek wiggled his finger at the Zhongnan disciples who were glaring at him.

At that sight, several who had their eyes rolled back tried to draw their swords and charge at him.

“Stop!!!”

However, due to Jong Pae-jin’s Lion’s Roar that burst from his mouth, no one could move.

“This martial duel. Something seems strange. It appears there’s something I don’t know.”

Jong Pae-jin’s gaze turned toward Ha Mu-baek.

“Well, that bastard would never have properly informed you. But there are a few others who know the truth, right?”

Ha Mu-baek’s eyes swept across the crowd.

Where his gaze passed were Ju Si-un, Nam Hwa-ryong, Ban Jeok-pung, and Yuk-geom of the Zhongnan Eight Swords.

Ju Si-un, who received Ha Mu-baek’s gaze, trembled violently.

In an instant, the conditions of the martial duel flowed through his mind like a rushing stream.

So vividly clear.

That’s why his whole body shook uncontrollably.

One arm and one eye.

Ju Si-un’s gaze turned toward his father’s miserable state.

His burst left eye.

And his entire body that had been thoroughly crushed.

Step.

Then the sound of footsteps was heard.

Step.

The sound came again.

He couldn’t bear to look toward where the sound was coming from.

Step.

The sound gradually getting closer.

Finally, Ju Si-un’s gaze turned in that direction.

As expected, Ha Mu-baek was slowly approaching him.

The two men’s eyes met in midair.

Eyes filled with terror.

Indifferent eyes.

Ha Mu-baek’s lips slowly curved upward, revealing his pure white teeth.

A bright smile.

The killing intent contained within it.

“We still have something to settle, don’t we?”

And the voice filled with killing intent that flowed from his mouth.

“Uh, uh, uugh…”

Ju Si-un tried to say something, but no words came out.

Instead.

His pants became soaking wet.

Zhongnan’s head disciple Ju Si-un’s pants became wet, and all the surrounding disciples watched as something pooled abundantly beneath his feet.

“Then now we should settle our accounts, shouldn’t we?”

 

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