The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 420

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Chapter 420. Damn. It’s the Same Place

 

 

 

 

 

Chang’an.

 

Having once been the capital of an empire, it was a city whose scale went beyond massive to truly vast.

 

Won Pyeong-sam was amazed once again as he passed through Chang’an’s city gates.

 

After experiencing Lanzhou, he thought he wouldn’t be surprised anymore.

 

He was wrong.

 

The land called the Central Plains continued to shatter the limits of his imagination.

 

Since it had been about ten days since he arrived here, even such amazement had faded.

 

There were no problems with his actions either.

 

The country bumpkin appearance he had when first entering Lanzhou was no longer there.

 

It was thanks to Gang Hyo-wol.

 

Won Pyeong-sam, who had been looking around that place yesterday and this place today.

 

His gaze stopped at one pleasure house.

 

Yegaru Pavilion.

 

A large signboard caught his eye.

 

Looking at that signboard, Won Pyeong-sam was thinking of something else.

 

‘Haomun…’

 

It was an intriguing sect.

 

The largest information organization of the unorthodox faction.

 

On the other hand, a sect that didn’t receive proper treatment due to weak martial arts.

 

This was about what Won Pyeong-sam had found out.

 

It wasn’t something he had discovered by searching around here and there like catching lice.

 

It was just things he had heard while entering that pleasure house, playing around with courtesans, and continuously using Heavenly Ear Penetration.

 

At first, it was a pleasure house he had entered by chance.

 

Since he had entered Chang’an, which was once the capital of an empire and currently the capital city of Shaanxi Province.

 

With the thought of enjoying the refined culture of the Central Plains, he had simply entered whichever pleasure house caught his fancy among the five largest ones in Chang’an.

 

But the ki of the courtesans coming and going from this place was unusual.

 

So he concentrated internal energy in his ears to use Heavenly Ear Penetration, and heard unexpected facts.

 

That this place was precisely Haomun’s main headquarters.

 

They had resentment and grudges.

 

He couldn’t know what it was because of.

 

And they were yearning for power.

 

‘If I give them that power, could I use them somewhat?’

 

This was what Won Pyeong-sam had been thinking deeply about lately.

 

What he felt after coming to the Central Plains was that it was land as vast as it was abundant.

 

He felt it would be insufficient to carry out the noble command of the Demon Lord alone in this place.

 

He had been feeling the need for those who would become his hands and feet.

 

It seemed like these people could become not just hands and feet, but even eyes and ears.

 

Won Pyeong-sam, who had been staring intently at the signboard, stepped into Yegaru Pavilion again today.

 

His ki sense was still maximized.

 

Even while mingling and playing with courtesans, he was observing every corner of Yegaru Pavilion.

 

Because there was an intriguing presence.

 

‘Who could it be?’

 

Won Pyeong-sam’s attention was entirely focused underground.

 

Even when a beautiful courtesan beside him smiled and offered him wine, he merely extended his wine cup formally.

 

She was a courtesan who had experienced all kinds of human types.

 

There was no way she couldn’t notice Won Pyeong-sam’s such demeanor.

 

Nevertheless, she smiled brightly and did her best.

 

Her pride was hurt, but since she was a courtesan who sold smiles, she focused on what she had to do.

 

What would happen if she stormed out of this room just because her pride was hurt.

 

No, rather this kind of customer was better.

 

There were countless bastards who were all sorts of scumbags and perverts.

 

She didn’t understand why someone who had no interest in courtesans would even enter a pleasure house.

 

“You’re too quiet. Why don’t you play the zither once.”

 

At Won Pyeong-sam’s words, the courtesan thought that would be better, so she took out a zither and moved her fingers.

 

Beautiful melody resonated throughout the room.

 

Won Pyeong-sam gently closed both eyes.

 

He appeared to be absorbed in the zither music, but in reality he was concentrating even more on his ki sense.

 

This was much better than halfheartedly receiving wine cups.

 

His ki sense examined the presence felt underground even more persistently.

 

It wasn’t for any other reason.

 

The energy felt underground was the strongest in this Haomun headquarters.

 

‘It seems like they’re training in martial arts… quite exceptional talent.’

 

But from Won Pyeong-sam’s perspective, there was some regret.

 

‘Who could it be?’

 

Curiosity arose.

 

Along with the impure purpose of wondering how to deal with Haomun.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Yeong So-hyang.

 

The eldest daughter of Ye Cho-ah, the previous Hao Sect Leader.

 

She lived obsessed with martial arts.

 

Through the consideration of Bae Un-san, who had newly become the Hao Sect Leader, she spent her time only training in the closed training room of the main headquarters.

 

She had entered the day before New Year’s Day and had been obsessed only with martial arts training for over ten months.

 

Blood Sea Ghost Death Palm.

 

Martial arts thrown to them like charity from the Sahae Alliance.

 

However, as it was a palm technique counted among the Five Great Unorthodox Palm Methods, its power was tremendous.

 

Since it was an absolute technique among absolute techniques, she thought it would be difficult to learn, but her achievement was fast.

 

To the extent that it felt like martial arts created just for her.

 

She reached the ninth level of mastery in an instant, like putting on clothes she was already wearing.

 

After learning Blood Sea Ghost Death Palm to the ninth level, Yeong So-hyang had already risen to the early stage of the pinnacle realm.

 

It took eight months to get this far.

 

A speed even faster than achieving one level of mastery per month.

 

But.

 

She was blocked here.

 

There was absolutely no progress from the ninth level.

 

As if blocked by a wall at the early stage of the pinnacle realm, there was no further development.

 

It was frustrating beyond frustrating.

 

If she was like this at just the early stage of the pinnacle realm, when would she become strong enough to avenge her mother and younger sibling?

 

The remnants of the Blood Cult still possessed powerful strength.

 

“How should I deal with this wall?”

 

She keenly felt that there were limits to training alone.

 

She desperately needed the existence of a master who would show her the way.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

This cadet was quick.

 

He was clearly using the Bright Style sword technique, yet it seemed like a completely different sword technique.

 

He was making the most of his swift movements.

 

This fellow had quite the flexibility and talent.

 

Ha Mu-baek casually chased after him and swung his sword.

 

Each time, the cadet’s face turned pale.

 

He had thought it wouldn’t work against a monster-like instructor.

 

As if knowing the direction he would move, the sword came thrusting at him.

 

No matter how much he increased his speed, it was useless.

 

“Tsk. Just running away like that. What a waste of that nimble body.”

 

Ha Mu-baek’s criticism.

 

Even so, Bi Jin-hyeop, a second-year cadet of the Maengryong Corps, simply couldn’t attack.

 

Avoiding was already this difficult, so how could he attack?

 

What if he got hit instead?

 

No, he would definitely get hit.

 

The probability was ten out of ten.

 

All of it.

 

His intuition was telling him so.

 

Bi Jin-hyeop.

 

He was naturally born with a thin and small frame.

 

In short, he was weak.

 

Because of this, reading the moods of strong people became his way of life, and his perception became exceptional.

 

Moreover, constantly running away made his movements faster.

 

This training match clearly revealed such tendencies of his.

 

Ha Mu-baek frowned.

 

A talented fellow was being too cautious with his body.

 

He didn’t know what kind of story this guy had, but looking at his actions, he could somewhat guess.

 

For this kind of guy.

 

There was a method.

 

“If you keep running away, you’ll suffer quite painfully.”

 

Ha Mu-baek’s warning.

 

Bi Jin-hyeop was conflicted.

 

If that instructor said it would be quite painful, it would really be painful.

 

It would hurt to death.

 

Fear clashed with fear.

 

He would get hit if he attacked, and he would be in tremendous pain if he kept running away.

 

‘What should I do? Still, if I avoid, I’ll only get hit once, but if I attack, won’t I get hit twice?’

 

Such thoughts arose, and Bi Jin-hyeop chose evasion.

 

At that moment, internal energy rose from his dantian, and it flowed not to his sword but to his two legs.

 

Ha Mu-baek confirmed this sight with his Infinite Bright Wheel Eye.

 

He frowned.

 

This guy had the best internal energy control in the Maengryong Corps, excluding the Seventh Group.

 

More than Jeok Ga-ye, who had manifested sword qi on the first day of training with Ha Mu-baek, this Bi Jin-hyeop was better.

 

However, this guy should be using that internal energy for sword arts, but he was using it for lightness skills instead.

 

If he had sent the internal energy going to his legs to his sword instead, he would have already entered the Sword Qi Realm long ago.

 

What this guy lacked was the absolute amount of internal energy, but that had now been resolved.

 

‘This bastard’s problem was his mental state rather than internal energy.’

 

Ha Mu-baek’s sword moved quickly and struck Bi Jin-hyeop’s back directly.

 

He wrapped the sword blade with internal energy and struck Bi Jin-hyeop like a club instead.

 

“Kheueok!”

 

Bi Jin-hyeop’s scream burst out.

 

‘Cr, crazy…’

 

It was pain as if his waist was breaking.

 

Without a doubt, this was the most painful among all the pain he had experienced since birth.

 

Attack such an opponent?

 

Absolutely impossible.

 

Bi Jin-hyeop gritted his teeth and kicked off the ground again.

 

In the direction away from Ha Mu-baek.

 

Thwack!

 

But it was useless.

 

Once again, excruciating pain as if his waist would break.

 

‘Damn. It’s the same spot.’

 

Ha Mu-baek hit the same place he had hit before.

 

And more painfully than before!

 

He chose evasion once more, but Ha Mu-baek was already standing there, occupying Bi Jin-hyeop’s path first.

 

It looked as if he was attacking into Ha Mu-baek’s embrace.

 

It was too late to change direction.

 

He closed his eyes tightly and wildly swung his sword.

 

It was an instinctive action driven by fear of pain.

 

Thwack!

 

The sword’s strike penetrating his abdomen.

 

‘Huh?’

 

It was strange.

 

He had imagined and prepared for pain as if his abdomen would be pierced.

 

It hurt, but not to that extent.

 

Compared to his back from before, this wasn’t even painful.

 

“Who closes their eyes during a training match?”

 

Ha Mu-baek’s fierce voice pierced Bi Jin-hyeop’s ears.

 

However, those words didn’t register in his ears.

 

He didn’t know how much training time was left, but he had found a way to avoid pain.

 

Bi Jin-hyeop rushed toward Ha Mu-baek again and swung his sword.

 

This time he didn’t close his eyes.

 

‘This kind of guy indeed needs to be handled this way.’

 

Blocking Bi Jin-hyeop’s path to make it seem like he was attacking involuntarily was Ha Mu-baek’s intention.

 

It was to directly engrave in his body that attacking hurt less than avoiding.

 

Realizing this fact, Bi Jin-hyeop rushed fiercely toward Ha Mu-baek as if he had never been evasive.

 

The reason wasn’t to defeat his opponent or to become stronger.

 

It was simply to get hit less painfully.

 

It was a situation that made one chuckle.

 

Because he regarded getting hit as a confirmed fact.

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Il-no scowled fiercely at the report he had just received.

 

“Guardian of Law Chu Geum-ryeong attacked the castle wall of the Great Wall?”

 

At Il-no’s frosty voice, the subordinate who made the report prostrated himself flat.

 

“Y, yes, that’s correct.”

 

“Where were the Bongma Corps bastards at that time?”

 

“They were right beyond the castle wall.”

 

Il-no’s expression became even more menacing.

 

“Then they must know that the Guardian of Law attacked the castle wall.”

 

“That’s what I believe.”

 

The subordinate answered while trembling.

 

Il-no’s qi aura was that terrifying right now.

 

“I understand. You may go.”

 

“Yes.”

 

The subordinate carefully withdrew.

 

Left alone, Il-no’s expression showed no signs of softening.

 

‘I clearly told him not to touch or cross the castle wall…’

 

Sanwol Great Wall.

 

A ridiculous wall.

 

They say it uses Seonyu Valley’s mystical arts to block the jiangshi.

 

But in truth, there was no reason they couldn’t break through those mystical arts.

 

Blood Jiangshi aside, with certain measures taken, Muk Cheol-gang-si or Dark Blood Jiangshi could easily ignore such mystical arts.

 

Yet they didn’t do so for a reason.

 

If it became known that jiangshi could cross the wall and leave Sanwol Demon Forest.

 

Then the Jeongcheon Alliance would truly try to exterminate and annihilate the Blood Cult.

 

The cult didn’t have that level of power yet.

 

That’s why the Blood Cult’s jiangshi had to be unable to cross Sanwol Great Wall.

 

So he had given Chu Geum-ryeong such instructions.

 

But even if just once, Chu Geum-ryeong had disobeyed those instructions.

 

The aftermath would be.

 

‘This is the first time something like this has happened in Sanwol, so a report will definitely go up to the Jeongcheon Alliance. From the Bongma Corps’ perspective, it’s an emergency. They can’t not report it. And Gongsun Dan-gyeong, that old fox bastard, will definitely take action.’

 

The question was what kind of action he would take.

 

The Jeongcheon Alliance doesn’t properly know about the Guardian of Law, that is, Myeol-cheon jiangshi’s existence.

 

Because this had never been revealed to Yeon Ja-gyeong either.

 

Ha Mu-baek was the only one in the Jeongcheon Alliance who had encountered the Guardian of Law.

 

‘That monster bastard would naturally have informed Gongsun Dan-gyeong…’

 

No matter how he thought about it.

 

There was only one action Gongsun Dan-gyeong would take.

 

Sending Ha Mu-baek to this place.

 

If so, Chu Geum-ryeong alone would be insufficient.

 

Already several years ago.

 

After the final battle, when that monster bastard went berserk.

 

Hadn’t they lost one Guardian of Law to that bastard’s hands?

 

“Sigh. I should first recall the Guardian of Law, then find out the exact situation and prepare.”

 

Il-no sighed and rose from his desk.

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