The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 297

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Chapter 297. Release Him

 

 

“You let him escape?”

“That bastard called Mu-baek appeared and….”

Hyeon-hwang didn’t speak at length.

There was no need to.

At the mention of Mu-baek, Hyeon-gwang’s face immediately contorted.

“Huu… Ha Mu-baek….”

And then came a deep sigh.

Hyeon-hwang could read the deep resentment contained within it.

“So it was Ha Mu-baek. That bastard.”

He had only known the name Mu-baek until now.

“You couldn’t handle that bastard either?”

Anger was laced in that voice.

He had released this bastard Hyeon-hwang because of that guy.

To think he had lost the Four Seas Alliance Leader’s relative to Ha Mu-baek and fled.

And then invaded the Sutra Repository?

“That may be true now, but things would have been different in a day.”

Hyeon-hwang spoke as if regretful.

At his junior brother’s appearance, Hyeon-gwang chuckled.

“In just one day? You ransacked the Sutra Repository for that?”

Though it was a mocking question, Hyeon-hwang nodded.

Because it was the truth.

“I worked some tricks on that girl. That bastard will come to Shaolin.”

At Hyeon-hwang’s words, Hyeon-gwang tilted his head.

Ha Mu-baek couldn’t solve his junior brother’s arrangement? That monster?

“Hehe. Not just anyone can solve it. So that bastard has no choice but to come to Shaolin looking for me. But can you stop him, Senior Brother?”

Hyeon-hwang grinned slyly.

He had tested his skills against Ha Mu-baek.

The level of this senior brother bastard before him was either slightly lower than his own or similar.

Then the answer was obvious.

He would be crushed.

Hyeon-gwang stared intently at such a Hyeon-hwang.

“You think I don’t know your scheme in provoking me like this? I could just hand you over to Ha Mu-baek and be done with it.”

Hyeon-gwang spoke indifferently.

Hyeon-hwang looked straight at that senior brother bastard.

He was acting as if it didn’t matter to him at all.

But that couldn’t be.

Hyeon-hwang knew that senior brother bastard well.

Weren’t they fellow disciples who studied together under Master Gwanghae Seong-seung?

Though Hyeon-hwang had started as a Scholar Monk, and Hyeon-gwang had been a Warrior Monk from the beginning.

“That bastard Ha Mu-baek. He was putting his all into saving some demonic sect woman. Moreover, that woman’s mother came chasing after to save her daughter. Ha Mu-baek was calling that mother his benefactor and seemed ready to give her his liver and gall bladder. At that level, isn’t that bastard Ha Mu-baek practically demonic sect himself?”

At Hyeon-hwang’s words, sparks flew from Hyeon-gwang’s eyes.

Veins bulged on his hands as he rolled his prayer beads.

Hyeon-hwang knew Hyeon-gwang well.

He also knew well why he gnashed his teeth at the mention of demonic sects and shouted about Pasa Hyeonjeong and exterminating demons.

The talk of following great principles as the pillar of orthodox martial arts and Shaolin’s abbot.

It sounded plausible and was a good justification.

However.

It was all bullshit.

Hyeon-hwang knew very well why Hyeon-gwang acted this way.

Even if other disciples didn’t know, he alone knew.

Hyeon-gwang.

He was the son of a wealthy merchant guild leader.

Hyeon-gwang’s father, the guild leader, had sent his young son to become a Shaolin disciple to use Shaolin as backing for expanding his guild’s influence.

But Hyeon-gwang’s talent was exceptional.

He could truly be called a heaven-sent genius.

Hyeon-gwang’s talent caught the eye of the still-young Gwanghae Seong-seung, and he soon became a direct disciple.

Gwanghae excelled in both scholarly and martial arts.

He took another talented Scholar Monk as his disciple.

And discovering that this disciple also had talent in martial arts, he had him learn martial techniques as well.

That was Hyeon-hwang.

So Hyeon-hwang had shared joys and sorrows with Hyeon-gwang since childhood.

He also knew well what despair had visited him.

A demonic sect faction.

Had engaged in a trade war with his father’s merchant guild.

As a result.

Hyeon-gwang’s family suffered complete annihilation.

Shaolin had set out to mediate upon hearing the news.

But when the Shaolin Monks arrived.

Hyeon-gwang’s home had already been reduced to ashes.

No one had survived.

Not the elderly, not the women, not the children.

Even the dog they kept in the house had been killed.

From that moment on.

To Hyeon-gwang, those demonic sect creatures were not human.

They were demons.

Demons and yaksha that had to be eliminated to save and bring peace to this life and all beings.

The Blood Cult and Demonic Cult.

Even worse demon bastards had appeared.

He had no choice but to join hands with them.

But to Hyeon-gwang, demonic sects were still just demons.

The Sahae Alliance also knew this fact.

A subordinate faction had wiped out a merchant guild.

But that place was connected to Gwanghae’s disciple, who was Shaolin’s abbot.

It wasn’t a simple connection.

No matter how much one left the secular world, parents and family remained so.

When the Sahae Alliance grasped everything, the matter was already finished.

After Shaolin subdued that faction.

The Sahae Alliance had no choice but to step forward to help their subordinate faction.

The Sahae Alliance was demonic sect.

An alliance of demonic sects.

Naturally, they had to step forward to help their affiliated faction.

The legitimacy of what that faction had done wasn’t important.

Considering such things was what orthodox sect bastards did.

Thus, they had a prolonged conflict with Shaolin.

This was before Gong Ya-jang-cheon became the Alliance Leader.

The conflict between Shaolin and the Sahae Alliance entered a lull because of the Blood Cult and Demon Cult.

Because a greater common enemy had appeared.

They had merely temporarily covered up past grudges because of the Great Murim War.

For this reason, Shaolin stepped forward to capture Gongya Hwi-yeon, and the disciples also pursued her while shouting to break evil and establish justice, to eliminate demons and destroy evil.

Because Shaolin still had not forgotten the conflict with the unorthodox faction that occurred before the war with the Blood Cult and Demon Cult.

However, the Sahae Alliance had forgotten.

Having fought hand in hand with the orthodox faction through two Great Murim Wars.

They thought the old grudges of the past would be forgotten.

Otherwise, how could they have joined hands and fought together?

When allies might stab you in the back.

Thus, Shaolin and the Sahae Alliance joined hands during the Great Murim War like Wu and Yue sharing a boat.

That festering wound had now burst open.

With the personal vengeance of Hyeon-gwang, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, added to it.

“But then, that unorthodox bastard came to Shaolin Temple, and you’d meekly hand me over? Hehe. Say something that makes sense. Hehehehe.”

Hyeon-hwang’s laughter.

The prayer beads that had been rolling in Hyeon-gwang’s palm had stopped at some point.

Instead, his grip was tightly clenched.

The prayer beads looked like they might burst at any moment.

“So what are you trying to say?”

“Release me.”

“….”

“At least release the iron chains. If I can properly make the contents of that book mine, I can kill that bastard immediately.”

Hyeon-hwang was looking straight at Hyeon-gwang.

He was inwardly smiling.

If it was the Senior Brother bastard he knew, he would definitely fall for it.

Because he knew well how deep his vengeance toward the unorthodox faction ran.

“What if you run away?”

‘He’s taken the bait.’

At Hyeon-gwang’s counter-question, Hyeon-hwang’s inner smile deepened.

“Don’t we have the sealing spheres?”

The prayer beads in Hyeon-gwang’s hand began rolling again.

“What exactly is that book? You called it the Thousand-Hand Sarira Bodhi Sutra.”

“Hehe. Do you think I’d tell you?”

It was Hyeon-hwang’s trump card.

He couldn’t reveal that.

The prayer beads continued rolling.

“There isn’t much time. If that bastard comes before I can properly make the contents of that book mine, everything will go wrong.”

“What’s your basis for saying he’ll come?”

Even if Ha Mu-baek couldn’t resolve Hyeon-hwang’s arrangements.

“He might find Seonyu Valley, right?”

Ha Mu-baek had good relations with them after all.

“Hoho. It’s not something mere physician nobodies can resolve. I’ve made thick darkness seep in. They’ll slowly die. Hehe. Moreover, the source of that bastard’s power is… the same as mine. So he’ll know. That he must find me. That it’s the only way to prevent that woman’s death.”

Hyeon-gwang’s eyebrows twitched.

Ha Mu-baek was an unnamed hero of the orthodox faction.

Though All Under Heaven praised So Hwi-ung.

Those who knew were aware of the countless achievements Ha Mu-baek had accomplished in the shadows.

Hyeon-gwang as well.

Though he was like a thorn in his mouth, Hyeon-gwang didn’t deny the accomplishments Ha Mu-baek had achieved as an orthodox warrior in the Great Murim War.

But.

His junior brother who was no different from a demon lord.

This villain who was a public enemy of Murim had the same martial arts origin?

And he followed and called an unorthodox woman his benefactor, a woman who must surely have deep ties to Gong Ya-jang-cheon?

“Unorthodox faction.”

Hyeon-gwang reached his conclusion.

His eyes sank coldly.

Hyeon-gwang turned his body.

“S-Senior Brother….”

At that sight, Hyeon-hwang’s voice trembled.

Could it be that his scheme had failed?

Was that Senior Brother bastard suppressing his vengeance and returning while leaving him sealed here?

Just as he was about to fall into despair.

Clank clank clank.

As the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground was heard.

The iron chains embedded in Hyeon-hwang’s shoulder well and life gate acupoints smoothly disappeared into Hyeon-gwang’s sleeve.

“I will confine you in Repentance Cave at this time tomorrow. With all three sealing spheres still in place. It will probably be very painful. Since you dared commit the sin of escaping Repentance Cave. Until then, remain here in repentance.”

Leaving those words.

Hyeon-gwang’s figure vanished.

Though it seemed like he was punishing him.

Nothing was restraining Hyeon-hwang now.

It meant he was a free man.

Hyeon-hwang hurriedly picked up the Thousand-Hand Sarira Bodhi Sutra again.

He had to continue what had been interrupted by his Senior Brother’s sudden visit.

There wasn’t much time left until that bastard arrived.

It wasn’t ki sense, nor had he seen the essence.

Just the instinct of the power contained in his body was telling him.

That bastard was approaching.

Thus, Hyeon-hwang accepted the Void into his body.

 

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Songshan Mountain’s Sosil Peak.

The steep mountain peak came into Ha Mu-baek’s view.

And the massive temple situated on its mid-slope.

The Mount Tai and Big Dipper of Murim, Shaolin Temple.

It was clearly visible to Ha Mu-baek’s eyes.

He struck the ground and ran.

Before long, he could reach Shaolin’s mountain gate.

The gate monks discovered Ha Mu-baek.

“Stop! Benefactor! State your business in visiting Shaolin!”

The gate monks were startled and shouted at Ha Mu-baek’s appearance as he ran at tremendous speed.

But before they could even take a ready stance, Ha Mu-baek leaped over Shaolin’s mountain gate and flew into the temple grounds.

Clang clang clang clang!

The bell rang urgently.

The bell sound announcing an intruder.

Ha Mu-baek paid no heed and advanced toward Shaolin’s center.

His ki sense had already covered not only Shaolin Temple but more than half of Sosil Peak.

‘He’s not here.’

The bastard he was looking for wasn’t there.

That bastard monk called Hyeon-hwang.

Ha Mu-baek’s eyes flashed sharply.

Ha Mu-baek planted both feet right in the center of Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple was large and vast.

An ancient temple among ancient temples, with important places scattered everywhere.

In such a Shaolin, the central area also held great significance.

This was because the Abbot’s Chamber was located at the very center of the Shaolin Temple Grounds.

Ha Mu-baek’s qi aura burst forth in streams.

“Amitabha.”

With a low Buddha chant, the door of the Abbot’s Chamber opened.

A high monk with white hair and eyebrows appeared with a benevolent face.

Shaolin Abbot Hyeon Gwang.

He was inwardly surprised.

Because his disciple’s words had all proven correct.

“It has been a long time. Benefactor Ha. What sudden business brings you to Shaolin? And in such a rude manner at that?”

The moment he spoke those last words, Hyeon-gwang’s eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Meanwhile, Shaolin’s disciples came rushing in.

To subdue the intruder who had broken into the area right in front of the Abbot’s Chamber.

But since the Abbot had already stepped forward.

They simply surrounded the area for now.

The 108 Arhat Grand Formation unfolded all too naturally.

The 108 Arhat Grand Formation where the 108 Arhat Formation overlapped and overlapped again.

It was a tremendous grand formation deployed by a total of three hundred twenty-four arhats.

Ha Mu-baek quietly glared at Hyeon-gwang.

Though he had come here in a rush, swept up by anger.

‘The justification is insufficient.’

That was right.

Shaolin pursuing an unorthodox martial artist who had entered an important orthodox territory was according to their justification.

There was insufficient justification to hold them accountable for that matter.

Ha Mu-baek knew that fact well too.

Destroying everything outright would be easy.

As if the Shaolin people were even in Ha Mu-baek’s consideration.

However.

If he did that.

Ha Mu-baek would become exactly the same as those he despised.

Currently, Ha Mu-baek had only one justification.

Hyeon-hwang.

The Mad Monk.

Information obtained through the Beggar Sect during a brief stop on his way straight to Shaolin.

Gangho before the Blood Cult and Demon Cult rose to power.

The Mad Monk who was Murim’s public enemy at that time.

He was Hyeon-hwang.

Shaolin Temple that had released a Murim public enemy into the world.

The responsibility for that.

This was Ha Mu-baek’s justification.

“Where is Hyeon-hwang, or rather, the Murim public enemy Mad Monk?”

Ha Mu-baek’s cold voice clearly embedded itself in the ears of the monks throughout the Shaolin Temple Grounds.

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