The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 343

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Chapter 343. What’s So Special About This Place

 

 

Un Gyo-tak lay blankly staring up at the ceiling of the room he was lying in.

‘A complete defeat.’

He had boasted confidently to Rim Ju-in hyung-nim before leaving.

To be defeated so miserably like this.

This news would surely reach Dorim.

He was too embarrassed to even think about returning to Rim.

No.

More than that, he had to resolve the task he was assigned.

The matter of deciding which instructor to dispatch from Dorim to Gyoryong Hall.

The official document sent to create justification wasn’t sent for nothing.

It was actual work that needed to be done.

“Ugh.”

Was it because he got excited?

He felt pain around his dantian.

He really got properly beaten.

It must have been just a single sword strike.

Internal injuries that would require at least a month of recuperation.

He had to be extremely careful even with energy circulation. The wounds to his dantian and blood vessels were deep.

While receiving care at Gyoryong Hall’s Medical Hall, taking herbal medicine regularly, he handled his affairs.

‘First, the plan to dispatch an instructor to Maengryong Corps is scrapped. As long as that damned bastard is the chief instructor.’

Since he couldn’t predict how an instructor from Dorim would fare under that guy.

This time too, he decided not to send an instructor to Maengryong Corps.

Then he just needed to send one to Waryong Corps.

‘Han Pyeong. Trash like that guy won’t do.’

After the incident with Han Pyeong.

Dorim had conducted an internal cleanup on its own.

Since there were people who naturally came to mind.

On the paper spread over the small table he was using as a temporary desk, he quickly wrote down three names.

The instructors Dorim decided to dispatch this time totaled four people.

The name of the last person was still blank.

Un Gyo-tak stared intently at that spot.

“There’s still a bit more time. Phew.”

He sighed like that and climbed onto the bed.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered energy circulation.

Slowly, gently, softly.

Carefully.

While doing so.

Un Gyo-tak recalled the Heaven-Collapsing Demon-Annihilation forms he had executed last that day.

Certainly.

Though it was the same forms, it felt different somehow.

It was definitely the most powerful and complete forms among all the forms he had executed so far.

Even so, the fact that he was defeated was painful.

While slowly and gently circulating energy, Un Gyo-tak fell into deep meditation about his martial way.

 

***

 

Maengryong Corps’ group training had ended.

Was it because of yesterday’s incident?

The cadets’ concentration in training had improved dramatically.

During sparring, they truly gave their all to block each and every move of Ha Mu-baek’s.

They had done so before as well.

But today their concentration was different.

Thanks to that, Ha Mu-baek also had quite a bit of fun.

“Good. That’s enough.”

Ha Mu-baek smiled and put away his wooden sword.

The cadets bowed and left. Their eyes were still full of awe toward Ha Mu-baek.

Indeed.

Showing them directly what level he was at was the fastest way.

Though it wasn’t intentional.

“Um, Instructor.”

Those who remained after all the cadets left were, as expected, the second-year Seventh Group.

Seven people.

Dang Jin-san cautiously spoke up.

“What?”

“Will it be okay?”

“What will?”

At Dang Jin-san’s worried question, Ha Mu-baek asked back with a puzzled face.

“Well, Dorim.”

Ha Mu-baek looked at him with the same expression.

As if asking what problem that could possibly be.

An expression as if asking what kind of question that was after experiencing him all this time.

At that reaction.

Dang Jin-san quietly turned his head.

At the end of his gaze was Ha Seol-ran.

Ha Seol-ran was letting out a sigh of relief.

“Well, you know. He’s still the younger sibling of the Province Lord. After the son, now the younger sibling too…”

Dang Jin-san asked again with a ‘still though’ expression.

That’s right.

Dorim.

Dorim.

The sect that Jeongcheon Alliance Leader So Hwi-ung, the Number One Under Heaven, came from, and one of the Eight Rising Sects.

After beating up both the Province Lord’s son and younger sibling like that.

How could he be so nonchalant?

“Dorim’s Province Lord is a person with his head screwed on properly, more than you’d think. Though I don’t know why the guys under him are like that.”

At Ha Mu-baek’s reply, Dang Jin-san stared at him with a blank face.

How could he talk about Dorim’s Province Lord like he was evaluating the neighborhood uncle?

“Besides, I heard his internal injuries aren’t ordinary either… They say he needs to treat them for at least a month…”

At Dang Jin-san’s muttering, the cadets’ gazes turned toward him.

Eyes asking how he knew that.

Un Gyo-tak was carried to the Medical Hall just yesterday.

How could Dang Jin-san know information from the Medical Hall in just one day?

As expected, a social butterfly is a social butterfly.

Ha Mu-baek chuckled.

“An internal injury that needs a month to heal… Well, if it ends with just an internal injury, that guy’s ability is only that much.”

Ha Mu-baek’s muttering.

“Pardon?”

Dang Jin-san asked back, but.

Ha Mu-baek turned his body and started walking.

“Worry about your own affairs.”

Step. Step.

Like that, Ha Mu-baek moved away.

“What on earth does he mean?”

Dang Jin-san tilted his head and looked around.

Everyone just shrugged their shoulders.

An incomprehensible matter.

He suffered an internal injury, but it might not end with just an internal injury?

‘Thank goodness.’

Ha Seol-ran just stroked her chest in relief.

Yesterday.

After training ended.

She had worried after hearing the stories of the Waryong Corps cadets at Damryong Pavilion.

Their stories were focused on how great a sect Dorim was.

 

***

 

Step.

He took one step forward.

Exactly that much poison energy flowing from his body also moved.

And death descended upon the surroundings.

Nothing could resist the poison energy flowing from Myo Gu-eung’s body.

Countless poisonous plants withered and twisted.

Poisonous creatures were the same.

The poisonous creatures that had gathered from afar, drawn by the scent of poison energy Myo Gu-eung emitted.

As soon as they entered the range of the poison energy, they were poisoned and melted into a handful of poison water or withered away.

Three-eyed single-horned snakes, five-colored poison toads, double-headed centipedes, five-poison spiders.

Even such poisonous creatures with tremendous poison energy.

In the past, these were the ones Myo Gu-eung would have devoured to obtain poison energy.

However, now Myo Gu-eung didn’t even glance at them.

How far had he walked?

Myo Gu-eung glanced back.

When he had just regained consciousness, he hadn’t realized it.

Since he was already drawing everything in his mind through his senses.

Since it felt so natural, as if he was just sensing through his senses.

He had only thought that was the case.

But it wasn’t.

His sight had returned.

The Ten Thousand Year Poison Well.

It was indeed a tremendous treasure.

With those two eyes, he could see clearly.

Along the path he had traveled, a land of death was spread out.

Filled only with poison energy, without even a speck of life.

“Good.”

Myo Gu-eung nodded his head as if satisfied.

Smiling, he gathered the poison energy emanating from his body back inside.

Then the poison energy disappeared as if washed away.

It was amazing.

The control of poison energy was free according to his will.

“Absolute Poison Realm. Indeed it is. Kehehehe.”

It was exactly as described in the secret manual.

Now nothing was frightening.

The secret manual’s claim of being the greatest martial art under heaven was absolutely not empty boasting.

As if the test was now over.

Myo Gu-eung kicked off the ground.

“Cheondok Valley. Wait for me. Now that place will only have death.”

His naked body instantly disappeared into the dense jungle of Namman.

 

***

 

“Huh? What’s this about?”

So Hwi-ung, who had emerged from long cultivation and returned to his duties.

He chuckled after reading the letter delivered from Dorim.

The content was about Un Gyo-tak going to Gyoryong Hall to fix Ha Mu-baek’s insolence.

Judging by when the letter arrived, the matter would already be finished.

“I wonder if Junior Un’s insolence got fixed a bit.”

So Hwi-ung muttered with a smiling face.

It was true that Un Gyo-tak was currently the strongest in Dorim.

Excluding the previous generation masters.

However, he still hadn’t surpassed the first stage of the Heaven-Severing Demon-Slaying Blade.

Even he, who was at the second stage, couldn’t be confident of victory against Ha Mu-baek, no, he expected defeat.

How could Un Gyo-tak.

“Well, it would be good if he gets beaten and grasps some clue… but with that bastard’s personality, that won’t happen.”

So Hwi-ung thought of the two people he knew.

Un Gyo-tak.

Ha Mu-baek.

Both of them.

Their personalities were really…

 

Around the same time.

Un Gyo-cheol was reading a letter delivered from Gyoryong Hall.

From Gyoryong Hall’s perspective, it was somewhat an unseemly matter.

So Academy Director Peng Do-yul had written the letter with great care.

“Well, I expected this would happen.”

It was written in detail how Un Gyo-tak had been defeated by Ha Mu-baek.

And that it was an internal injury requiring a month of recovery.

“It would be good if he could see the sky beyond the sky and gain something…”

It was uncertain whether his younger brother would acknowledge the sky beyond the sky.

 

Seven days.

Exactly that much time had passed since entering Gyoryong Hall’s medical hall.

Now the pain in his dantian had also subsided considerably.

However.

Un Gyo-tak’s face had become gaunt.

Even though his face should have improved as the internal injury healed.

Rather, he had grown gaunt.

There was good reason for this.

The Heaven-Collapsing Demon-Annihilation he had unleashed.

Something seemed about to be grasped from the sensation of that moment, but it wouldn’t be caught.

Due to his internal injuries, he couldn’t unleash it once more.

His face had become like this while he could only frustratingly brood alone, pondering over and over.

“Haah.”

A sigh flowed out.

The something he had briefly glimpsed was nowhere to be seen.

He thought perhaps wielding his blade might make it visible.

But he still couldn’t properly operate his internal energy due to his internal injuries.

If he forced it, his barely recovering internal injuries would only worsen.

“Damn it. That bastard Ha Mu-baek.”

A curse slipped out.

He should have shown some restraint.

Because he had smashed him up like this.

He couldn’t even cultivate his blade technique following the clue he had barely found.

It was frustrating and anxious.

Because he couldn’t know when this feeling would disappear.

He kicked off from the bed and stood up.

He draped his outer garment over his shoulders and came outside.

Since yesterday, light walks had become possible.

The dark night.

Though the day was still hot, perhaps due to the aftereffects of his internal injuries, he felt rather cool instead.

Step. Step.

As if he had a destination in mind.

Un Gyo-tak moved along the paths of Gyoryong Hall with steps that weren’t those of a stroll.

The place he went to was the Great Training Ground.

But no one was there.

Un Gyo-tak frowned.

Actually, he had known this would be the case.

Even so, irritation surged at the fact that the person he was looking for wasn’t there.

“What business brings you to this place?”

Just then, startled by a voice suddenly heard from behind, he turned around in shock.

Even though he was suffering from internal injuries.

To not sense the presence of someone approaching so close.

There was.

An old man with a long white beard?

No.

Was he really an old man?

His face had almost no wrinkles.

His frame was tall and sturdy.

And the parts hidden beneath his clothes seemed full of muscle?

Such a person was holding a broom and looking at him.

He absolutely didn’t seem like someone who should be holding a broom.

“Wh, who are you?”

Un Gyo-tak asked with a trembling voice without realizing it.

“I’m just a laborer at Gyoryong Hall. The sun has already set, and you don’t seem to be from Gyoryong Hall, so I asked.”

At the response, Un Gyo-tak looked at the person before him with suspicion.

How could such a person be a mere laborer?

“I came to Gyoryong Hall from Dorim on official business. I stopped by briefly because there’s someone I’m looking for here. It seems I came at the wrong time.”

A naturally respectful tone flowed out.

Was it because he had been beaten by Ha Mu-baek?

Or was it because that appearance was extraordinary?

Considering Un Gyo-tak’s usually always confident behavior, this was an extremely unusual occurrence.

“Hmm.”

The old man gazed intently at Un Gyo-tak.

“Your temperament seems too hasty. There’s no way there would be people at the Great Training Ground at this hour. You should have more leisure in all things. If you’re too hasty, what should work won’t work, and what should be achieved won’t be achieved.”

Un Gyo-tak was about to retort to the old man’s words.

However.

The old man’s continued words were quick.

“What you consider natural might not be natural, but because your temperament is hasty, you can’t see that. Have some leisure.”

The old man said this and left with his broom.

No, he seemed to be leaving.

But he stopped and looked back.

“Ah, and the Great Training Ground was just cleaned, so don’t go in there unnecessarily.”

The old man moved his steps as if he had truly said everything he needed to say.

And he began sweeping on a small path some distance away.

The unmistakable appearance of a laborer.

Un Gyo-tak, who had been tilting his head in puzzlement, walked back to the Medical Hall as if his energy had drained.

And then he sat down at the tea table.

There was still the paper with the names of the three instructors written on it.

It was about time to send it.

He had to send it by tomorrow at the latest.

“Have leisure? Because I’m hasty, I see what’s not natural as natural?”

Un Gyo-tak repeated the old man’s words.

For a moment, something seemed to brush across his mind.

He pondered a bit more.

“Damn it. What the hell is this place anyway.”

Muttering this.

He picked up his brush and wrote down the fourth and final name with a single brush sweep, then climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged.

The fourth name.

It read Un Gyo-tak.

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