The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 208

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Chapter 208. Lose and You Die

 

 

Time really flew by like an arrow.

The cadets couldn’t focus on the instructor’s lessons.

All their attention was focused on the martial duel during lunch break.

How could it be otherwise?

The most entertaining thing was watching fights.

For such an incident to occur on the second day of Gyoryong Hall’s first semester, the rumors spread instantly.

Despite it being lunch time, Damryong Pavilion was quiet.

Even the instructors were few in number.

In just the time it took for three classes to proceed, the rumors had spread throughout all of Gyoryong Hall.

Thanks to this, the Jamryong Corps Training Ground was bustling with people.

They had come to watch the martial duel.

First-years, second-years, third-years, fourth-years – it didn’t matter.

There was no distinction between Jamryong Corps, Waryong Corps, and Maengryong Corps.

It seemed like everyone who could come had gathered.

With so many people crowding into the not-so-large training ground, it was naturally bound to be chaotic.

Bi Ga-yeong let out a small sigh at this sight.

“Sigh. Everyone seems quite free indeed.”

Due to the unexpected crowd gathering, much time had been delayed.

Already half of lunch time had passed.

Anyway, since the situation had been somewhat organized, Bi Ga-yeong proceeded with the martial duel.

“Both of you, step forward.”

At Bi Ga-yeong’s words, Dang Jin-san and Eon Mu-ung stood facing each other.

“Woah! Anyone just win!”

“Fight properly!”

Cheers erupted from here and there.

However, Dang Jin-san remained calm.

On the other hand, Eon Mu-ung had an extremely excited expression.

He was slightly thrilled by the fact that he could show his true skills in front of the numerous cadets and seniors of Gyoryong Hall watching.

“What on earth is going on?”

Namgung Ji-hu approached Baek Ri-pyeong and asked.

Since he was a second-year of Jamryong Corps, he had been attending a different class.

“Well, various things happened.”

Baek Ri-pyeong answered as if it was nothing special.

“It was something that had to be experienced and passed through once.”

Namgung Ji-yu said while looking at Dang Jin-san and Eon Mu-ung.

“Huh?”

Yeon Ha-min’s questioning response.

“Actually, the perception of Maengryong Corps within Gyoryong Hall has been like that until now.”

Namgung Ji-yu seemed to know the general situation.

Though they were siblings, they were different.

Namgung Ji-hu couldn’t grasp the context, so he asked Baek Ri-pyeong.

“There was also the matter between us and you guys last year.”

Namgung Ji-yu added.

The Seventh Group cadets nodded slightly.

“The perception changed somewhat after the Winter Competition, but the problem is the first-year cadets who entered this year. After today’s martial duel, things will be a bit different. So you should think of it as a rite of passage that had to be undertaken once. Eon Mu-ung. Even if it wasn’t that cadet, it could have been another cadet doing the same thing.”

Yeon Ha-min and the other Seventh Group cadets nodded.

Because it made sense.

“Then Jin-san should win overwhelmingly.”

Dan Mok Un-rae muttered.

“He will.”

Baek Ri-pyeong said as if it was obvious.

During last winter’s break period.

Dang Jin-san had truly trained like crazy.

Especially because of the martial duel with Dang Ji-yeon.

The current Dang Jin-san was a different person from the one during the Winter Competition.

Meanwhile, the procedures before the start of the martial duel had ended.

The two stood facing each other with an appropriate distance between them.

‘I will prove that the Eon family’s martial arts can compete for supremacy under heaven.’

Eon Mu-ung steeled his fighting spirit in his heart.

‘I’ll properly smash him.’

Dang Jin-san also had no intention of approaching the martial duel halfheartedly.

“Then, let the martial duel begin!”

With Bi Ga-yeong’s shout, both immediately took their stances.

Contrary to expectations, Eon Mu-ung didn’t rush in immediately.

He merely maintained distance and observed Dang Jin-san.

Heat waves were already rising around the gauntlets he had put on.

It was the sight of him pouring plenty of internal energy into his fists.

“Weapon?”

Eon Mu-ung asked, looking at Dang Jin-san who was still standing barehanded.

“I’ll use one if necessary.”

At those words, Eon Mu-ung’s expression hardened.

How dare he face the Eon family’s fist technique with empty-handed combat without even using his main weapon.

This was an act of disrespecting the Eon family.

“You’ll regret it. You won’t even have time to draw your weapon. Hah!”

Eon Mu-ung kicked off the ground and rushed toward Dang Jin-san.

With wind-like movement, a gale-like fist flew toward Dang Jin-san’s face.

Dang Jin-san’s fist also moved to meet it.

The movement of Three Talents Fist Technique.

Eon Mu-ung naturally recognized that movement.

It was the basic movement learned first when learning fist techniques.

“How dare you!”

Eon Mu-ung took Dang Jin-san’s response as an insult.

To dare face the Eon family’s Heaven Pressure Fist Technique with mere Three Talents Fist Technique.

Bang!

The sound of fist meeting fist rang out loudly.

A collision between fists filled with internal energy.

Dang Jin-san immediately penetrated Eon Mu-ung’s guard and thrust his fist.

Eon Mu-ung leaned his upper body back to dodge Dang Jin-san’s fist, then spun his body around while simultaneously thrusting his fist once more.

A fist flying toward Dang Jin-san’s temple.

Dang Jin-san deflected Eon Mu-ung’s fist with one hand, while swinging his other hand toward Eon Mu-ung’s chest.

But it was also blocked by Eon Mu-ung’s incoming fist.

Each other’s fists flying without pause.

The two swung their fists toward their opponent without retreating even an inch.

“Gulp.”

The sound of someone swallowing dry saliva could be heard.

“Not bad.”

Namgung Ji-hu showed a surprised expression as if it was unexpected.

He had thought it would be Dang Jin-san’s one-sided victory, but his opponent had put up an almost evenly matched fight.

“Eon Mu-ung. He’s the third son of the Eon Family Head. He’s rumored to be the strongest among the Eon Family’s younger generation. He’s definitely not an easy opponent.”

Namgung Ji-yu spoke as if she knew something about Eon Mu-ung.

“How do you know that, Elder Sister?”

“The Orthodox Faction Noble Family gathering.”

The twenty strongest Noble Families among the Orthodox Faction’s Noble Families hold a gathering about once a year.

The Eon Family naturally attended that gathering every year as well.

“Ah.”

However, Namgung Ji-hu wasn’t particularly interested in that gathering.

Rather, Namgung Ji-yu attended the gathering every year to observe the trends of the Noble Families.

He didn’t particularly interact with the younger generation of other Noble Families. Because Father disliked it.

“Wow!”

At that moment.

Eon Mu-ung’s fist shot up toward the sky with tremendous force like a dragon ascending from the ground, tearing Dang Jin-san’s upper garment.

The slightly exposed skin was dyed red.

“The pressure is tremendous.”

Dang Jin-san shook his head and said.

“Our family’s Heaven Pressure Fist is the best in All Under Heaven.”

Words full of pride.

“But naturally, since you’re only using the Three Talents Fist Technique to counter it.”

At those words, Dang Jin-san chuckled.

“Only the Three Talents Fist Technique… Do you still think that even after facing it directly?”

“…”

Eon Mu-ung didn’t answer that question.

He knew it too.

That his opponent’s fist technique was by no means easy.

That he hadn’t used the Three Talents Fist Technique to insult him.

“But I’ll acknowledge it. In fist techniques, you’re one step above me. I can’t handle it with the Three Talents Fist Technique.”

Dang Jin-san said while shaking both his clenched fists.

Both his fists were swollen red.

It was the difference between bare fists and fists wearing gauntlets.

“So I’ll face you properly.”

Dang Jin-san said this and grasped his whip.

Charrrrr.

The black whip wrapped around his waist uncoiled.

“From now on, it’s for real. You’ll properly pay the price for daring to ignore and insult the Maengryong Corps.”

“Hmph. The Tang Family’s scoundrel, the Seongdo Hwahwa Prince’s whip and such.”

Eon Mu-ung snorted.

It seemed he had looked into Dang Jin-san after their quarrel.

But what he had learned wasn’t particularly valuable.

It seemed he had only heard stories from Dang Jin-san’s scoundrel days before entering Gyoryong Hall, not about how he had changed after entering.

Since it was information given by a cadet from the same group who was from the Qingcheng Sect.

It couldn’t be helped.

If he was a fellow first-year cadet, there was no way to know how Dang Jin-san had been at Gyoryong Hall for the past year.

Since they were from the same Sichuan’s Qingcheng Sect, he only knew about Dang Jin-san’s appearance when he was causing trouble in the Capital City.

“Seongdo Hwahwa Prince… What old story are you talking about.”

Dang Jin-san took a step forward.

“I’m coming. Block it well.”

Whirrr!

Along with those words, the whip flew in like an agile snake.

Spirit Snake Nine Whips.

The Tang Family’s ultimate technique, skillfully deployed, flew quickly toward Eon Mu-ung.

Eon Mu-ung continuously swung his fists to strike away the whip.

However, the whip moving here and there bounced off Eon Mu-ung’s fist and immediately curved cleverly to fly at him again.

“Tch.”

Eon Mu-ung moved his feet.

He deployed footwork to move around Dang Jin-san while looking for an opening.

However, Dang Jin-san didn’t stay still either.

He moved while deploying the Tang Family’s footwork, the Returning Origin Steps.

Since the Returning Origin Steps were footwork that matched perfectly with the Spirit Snake Nine Whips, the whip’s variations became even more diverse.

Eon Mu-ung couldn’t easily break through Dang Jin-san’s range and enter his own range.

The whip’s movements were too dense for that.

‘How could this be. To a mere Tang Family scoundrel.’

Eon Mu-ung gritted his teeth.

He was the one who came to Gyoryong Hall representing the Eon Family.

To struggle like this against not even the Tang Family’s Young Family Head, but a scoundrel famous in Sichuan, even though he was the Tang Family Head’s son.

It was absurd.

Eon Mu-ung’s clothes fluttered.

He had drawn up more Internal Energy.

Heaven Pressure Energy.

The Internal Energy Mental Method that paired with the Heaven Pressure Fist, possessing power true to its name.

Heaven presses down.

He deployed fist techniques that unleashed such tremendous pressure.

“Kugh.”

Dang Jin-san groaned for the first time and stepped back.

The heavy pressure was transmitted even through the whip.

 

“That kid’s not bad?”

At the voice heard from behind, Dan Mok Un-rae and the others turned around.

Ha Mu-baek had appeared like a ghost without any presence, watching the two people’s martial duel with an amused face.

“How did you come here, Instructor…?”

No matter how much it was Dang Jin-san’s martial duel, given Ha Mu-baek’s temperament, he wouldn’t have deliberately come all the way to the Jamryong Corps Training Ground.

Because it was bothersome.

But to appear like this.

“Lunch time is over.”

A calm statement.

The cadets were startled by that content.

They had forgotten the time while watching the evenly matched, thrilling martial duel.

It seemed Bi Ga-yeong, who was acting as referee, was the same.

Her attention was entirely focused on the two people. To prevent any unexpected accidents.

“And this afternoon, there’s hell training for the entire Maengryong Corps that I’m in charge of scheduled… Not a single guy showed up. So I came to catch them.”

At those words, goosebumps rose.

“But you were having such fun playing here.”

“Well, that is…”

Dan Mok Un-rae tried to explain the situation, but Ha Mu-baek shook his head.

“Well, I don’t think I particularly need to know. If you lose, you die.”

Ha Mu-baek spoke calmly as if it were nothing special.

However, the Maengryong Corps Seventh Group cadets felt chills once again.

They sensed the sincerity in those words.

“Will Jin-san lose?”

“I said that brat was quite something.”

Ha Mu-baek’s answer to Dan Mok Un-rae’s question.

The cadets’ expressions grew serious at those words.

They had simply thought he was a brat who didn’t know his place, but he was skilled enough to earn the instructor’s recognition.

“But the guys I trained can’t lose to that level. So if they lose, they die.”

Skill was one thing, but the accumulated experience was different.

A guy who only trained hard at his family estate versus one who actually rolled on the ground and fought real battles.

That difference was significant.

 

As Dang Jin-san stepped back, Eon Mu-ung pressed forward as if seizing the opportunity.

A second strike added to the first.

Then a third strike added on top of that.

The pressure of the layered strikes doubled progressively.

The overlapping characteristic of the Thousand Pressure Fist was unfolding.

The whip that had been flexibly swaying was helplessly pushed back by the powerful pressure.

‘This is really embarrassing.’

Dang Jin-san gritted his teeth.

To think he would show such a pathetic sight of being pushed back by a first-year Jamryong Corps cadet.

As expected, the Jamryong Corps was different.

Their strength didn’t depend on how much they trained at Gyoryong Hall, but on how strong the people who entered were.

There was no law that fourth-years were unconditionally stronger than first-years.

And there was no law that first-years were simply weak.

Just last year at the Winter Tournament, didn’t the first-year cadets from Jamryong Corps and Waryong Corps make their mark?

Last year was particularly a year when many strong individuals entered.

Dang Jin-san channeled internal energy into his whip.

Even if he was pushing forward with tremendous pressure.

That guy was inexperienced.

The range of pressure was too wide.

The method to break through this wasn’t difficult.

‘One point. That’s enough.’

However, a whip was an unsuitable weapon for attacking a single point.

He had to overcome that weakness.

Dang Jin-san also knew that method.

He couldn’t not know it.

His elder sister who came to Muchang had shown it directly and beaten him thoroughly with it.

‘But whether I can do it… Well, I have to do it anyway. No, I will do it. For the Maengryong Corps!’

Dang Jin-san poured in more internal energy. He was giving his all.

The whip gradually straightened.

Originally, he should have generated Gang Qi.

Unbelievably, his elder sister had used Gang Qi, albeit faintly.

Dang Jin-san wasn’t at that level yet.

He had to imitate it with just whip energy, like sword qi.

Against the opponent before him, that level should be possible.

The whip stretched straight like a spear, and Dang Jin-san thrust it directly toward Eon Mu-ung’s fist.

Though it didn’t look like whip technique, this too was the final form of the Nine Spirit Snake Whips.

The final ultimate move that only those who could deploy Gang Qi could use.

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