The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 426

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Chapter 426. You’re Amazing!

 

 

The group training had ended.

Ha Mu-baek left, and the instructors left as well.

However, the cadets did not leave.

They remained, glancing around while looking somewhere.

The person at the end of their gazes.

It was Ung-cheol.

It was only natural.

A sword strike so powerful that Ha Mu-baek had to use sword energy to block it.

They hadn’t known before, but now they knew their instructor was an unimaginably monstrous being.

Naturally, their gazes were drawn to Ung-cheol.

“Ung-cheol!”

While everyone was just watching.

One person moved first.

“Hm? What’s the matter?”

Ung-cheol asked with a rather tired face.

“Spar with me!”

A sudden request for a sparring match.

What’s with this guy? It was a request that could only make one wear such an expression.

However, Dan Mok Un-rae was looking at Ung-cheol with gleaming eyes.

It was the first time he’d seen Instructor Ha use sword energy to face a cadet like that.

Even Ju U-myeong and Baek Ri-pyeong hadn’t managed to do that.

Eyes filled with nothing but pure yearning.

Seeing that, Ung-cheol couldn’t help but chuckle.

He himself surely had those same eyes when training alone.

“Alright. But we can’t do it at the Great Training Ground, so let’s move locations.”

Dan Mok Un-rae nodded vigorously.

The two headed toward the Group 7 Training Ground.

The curious gazes of other cadets followed behind them, but few actually followed.

It was the Seventh Group cadets and Jeok Ga-ye.

Bi Jin-hyeop looked at those two with disgusted eyes.

‘If clumsy cadets spar and get hit, it’ll really hurt… those crazy bastards.’

Then he shook his head and headed toward Damryong Pavilion.

The surroundings had already grown dark.

His stomach was crying out for food.

A group heading toward the training ground, and one person heading toward Damryong Pavilion.

Most of the cadets who had been looking around at the split headed toward Damryong Pavilion.

Curiosity was one thing, but they were too exhausted.

Dan Mok Un-rae walked with a face full of anticipation.

Curiosity also appeared on Ung-cheol’s face as he followed behind.

‘The Seventh Group… indeed.’

How far would his skills work?

Such curiosity.

They were already those who had proven their abilities at last year’s Hatuje and Eastern Tournament.

Ung-cheol unconsciously clenched his fists.

Strength surged through them.

Thus the two people and cadets arrived at the training ground.

“It’s too dark, should we light some torches?”

Dang Jin-san, who had been examining the training ground, asked.

He was right.

There happened to be no moonlight either.

Dan Mok Un-rae’s gaze turned toward Ung-cheol.

“Just in case, let’s do that.”

Ung-cheol nodded.

While they could spar without it, since it was a match against a strong opponent, he prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.

Dang Jin-san took out several torches from a box stored in one corner of the training ground and lit them with a fire striker.

Flames quickly blazed up, illuminating the surroundings.

Long shadows fell across the training ground.

The two picked up wooden swords prepared at the edge of the training ground and stood in the center.

“Hah!”

Dan Mok Un-rae made the first move.

He moved first because he was full of curiosity about Ung-cheol’s strength.

Clack!

The sound of sword clashing against sword rang out.

Ung-cheol blocked Dan Mok Un-rae’s sword with careful eyes.

‘Weak.’

That was what he felt.

It was certainly weaker compared to the instructor’s sword strikes.

‘If it’s this much.’

He gained confidence.

Recalling the sensation he’d felt during the daytime sparring, he concentrated on his sword.

His dantian sent internal energy to his limbs and throughout his body.

“Hah!”

Ung-cheol swung his sword with tremendous force.

Whoosh!

Dan Mok Un-rae quickly dodged outside the range of the sword strike that came flying with tremendous momentum.

Swish!

Even so, the wind that grazed his forehead was quite sharp.

“Indeed…”

A smile appeared on Dan Mok Un-rae’s lips.

His dantian began sending internal energy throughout his entire body.

“Ha!”

Dan Mok Un-rae kicked off the ground.

The sword technique he used was the Bright Style.

Since it was a sparring match with a fellow Maengryong Corps cadet, he used the Bright Style.

Clack! Clack-clack! Clack! Clack!

The swords swinging fiercely toward each other collided with loud, clamorous sounds.

With each clash, it was Dan Mok Un-rae who was pushed back.

Indeed, Ung-cheol’s physical strength was remarkable.

He couldn’t be easily dealt with.

Dan Mok Un-rae gradually drew up more of his internal energy.

The same was true for Ung-cheol.

Before long, a smile appeared on Ung-cheol’s lips as well.

Though it couldn’t compare to Ha Mu-baek.

Certainly, compared to Cho Mu-ha, he was an opponent worth hitting.

How long had they clashed like that?

Faint sword qi appeared on both their wooden swords.

Before long, Dan Mok Un-rae was able to hold his ground without being pushed back by Ung-cheol’s sword.

It was natural if you thought about it.

Dan Mok Un-rae possessed more internal energy after all.

Ung-cheol was the remarkable one.

He was fighting on equal terms with full power against an opponent who had more internal energy than himself.

However, as time passed.

Ung-cheol gradually began to be pushed back.

A training match wasn’t determined by sword strength alone.

Speed.

Variation.

And even experience.

Since Dan Mok Un-rae was superior in all these aspects.

He gradually gained the upper hand.

Even so, Ung-cheol gritted his teeth and swung his sword with even greater concentration.

‘Stronger.’

Since he clearly knew his own strengths.

He focused more on those.

Acknowledging that he was weaker than Dan Mok Un-rae, he poured all his strength into what he could do.

As a result.

Bang!

The moment sword clashed against sword.

Both wooden swords shattered into pieces and scattered through the air.

The two stopped right there.

“You’re amazing!”

Dan Mok Un-rae said with an admiring expression.

A smile that seemed both satisfied and unsatisfied appeared on Ung-cheol’s lips.

This time too, it felt like some realization was about to come, but it disappeared when the wooden sword shattered.

“May I ask for a turn as well?”

Had his body grown eager from watching the two’s training match?

Baek Ri-pyeong stepped forward and spoke.

Ung-cheol looked at him and nodded.

The runner-up of the last Eastern Tournament.

He wanted to try fighting him once.

Because he wanted to know how much stronger he had become now.

With Ung-cheol’s permission, Baek Ri-pyeong threw him a wooden sword.

And so the two began to spar.

Jeok Ga-ye, who was watching this scene, chewed her lips restlessly.

‘I want to train too.’

Her competitive spirit was also rising.

Yeon Ha-min glanced at her.

“Want to have a training match with me over there?”

She was more interested in Jeok Ga-ye than in Ung-cheol.

Because the movements she had shown when first manifesting sword qi had been impressive.

Jeok Ga-ye nodded and began crossing swords with Yeon Ha-min on the other side of the training ground.

Ha Mu-baek was watching this scene from the academy rooftop.

“Hehe. They’re doing quite well.”

Wi Ji-gun was also there with him.

“Indeed. At this level, it seems the time is approaching to finish their training using Poison Jiangshi and Blood Jiangshi.”

The night was gradually deepening.

 

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Won Pyeong-sam looked at the wavering Bae Un-san with interest and asked.

“Rather than that, how about martial arts that could make you stronger? I cannot give you the great heavenly martial arts since you lack the qualifications. But I could give you quite powerful martial arts. Something surpassing the Blood Sea Ghost Death Palm.”

Bae Un-san’s eyes wavered even more intensely.

This person who spoke as if it were nothing about having martial arts that could heal a destroyed dantian, albeit indirectly, and martial arts stronger than the Blood Sea Ghost Death Palm.

Just where had this person come from?

‘What kind of force could speak of such things so easily…’

It was fear rather than shock.

Fear about there being those with strength unimaginable even in the Central Plains, in places outside the Central Plains.

And that no one had known about this until now.

“From what I see, it seems you’ve suffered quite a bit of humiliation from being weak. How about it? Don’t you want to become stronger? If you just put in the effort, it’s martial arts that could get you to the threshold of Super Peak level.”

It was an intense temptation.

Enough to temporarily forget the fear that had just risen in his mind.

However, Bae Un-san soon shook his head.

He knew his own capacity best.

Excessive greed would only destroy oneself.

“The martial arts that can restore the dantian, those martial arts.”

“To be precise, it’s martial arts that uses the middle dantian.”

“Yes. If you give me those martial arts, I will help you seven times. Seven times.”

At Bae Un-san’s answer, Won Pyeong-sam stared at him intently.

The more he looked, the more he liked this fellow.

Even though he had made a proposal that would captivate anyone in the world with desire, this guy had only wavered briefly before regaining his center.

Such a fellow wouldn’t be caught up in useless greed and ruin things.

A very useful guy indeed.

“From what I see, there doesn’t seem to be anyone here who has lost their dantian?”

“They are confined in a distant place.”

“Confined, you say. Then how do you plan to bring them?”

“I’ll have to find a way gradually.”

Though he spoke calmly, his eyes said there was a method.

In other words.

It meant Won Pyeong-sam didn’t need to concern himself with that part.

Won Pyeong-sam fell into thought for a moment.

Comparing the number seven with the weight of what he would give them.

“The one who lost their dantian wouldn’t be an ordinary person.”

Won Pyeong-sam didn’t deny it.

“Nine times. Let’s make it nine times.”

“Eight times.”

Bae Un-san immediately countered.

“I feel like I’m at a bit of a loss… Fine, eight is a good number, let’s make it eight times.”

With Won Pyeong-sam’s acceptance, their deal was established.

“I ask for your favor.”

Bae Un-san performed a cupped fist salute.

Won Pyeong-sam returned the cupped fist salute.

“Likewise.”

The two men’s eyes met in midair.

Bae Un-san pulled a rope in one corner of the room.

As the sound of a bell rang out, martial artists entered.

“Clean up this place. And since he is an honored guest of the main sect, treat him accordingly.”

At Bae Un-san’s command, the martial artists bowed deeply at the waist.

“Please come with me.”

Bae Un-san guided Won Pyeong-sam to the Sect Leader’s room.

The two people took their seats there again.

Fragrant tea was placed on the tea table.

“What should I do for you first?”

“The Demonic Cult’s family.”

Though it was a very brief statement, Bae Un-san’s expression changed immediately.

“Do you mean the Demonic Cult Leader’s family?”

Won Pyeong-sam nodded at that question.

“Find their whereabouts.”

“Whew.”

Bae Un-san immediately let out a deep sigh.

“If it’s things like this… we’ve made too disadvantageous a deal.”

“It’s already done.”

Won Pyeong-sam chuckled softly.

“Understood.”

“And also.”

He immediately brought up a second matter.

“There must have been a battle recently where great power clashed with great power. Find that location.”

It was too abstract a request.

That’s why Bae Un-san frowned.

“The scope is too broad. How strong do you mean by ‘great’?”

“At minimum, it’s a battle between Super Peak masters.”

Since a fragment of Manhwang had lit up. It would be at least that level.

He intended to find where such a battle had taken place and examine the traces.

“If it’s that level… I should be able to narrow it down somewhat. Understood.”

A battle between Super Peak masters.

Now that the war between the Blood Cult and Demon Cult had ended.

Fights between masters of that level were not common occurrences.

He thought he could somehow narrow it down.

“Then let’s go see that child now.”

“Pardon?”

Bae Un-san questioned Won Pyeong-sam’s words.

“It will take time to investigate, so in the meantime I’ll look at her martial arts as promised.”

“Ah! I’ll guide you.”

From the Sect Leader’s room on the top floor of Yegaru Pavilion, they headed down to the bottom floor again.

To the secluded training room located deep underground.

In front of the thick iron door.

Bae Un-san struck the iron door forcefully with the iron door handle attached to it.

Yeong So-hyang, who had been deep in thought, turned her gaze toward the door.

There was only one person who would seek her out during seclusion.

Sect Leader Bae Un-san had said he would come personally if anything happened.

‘What could it be?’

At the fact that something had happened at Haomun that warranted seeking her out.

Yeong So-hyang showed a worried expression and opened the door.

Creak.

The sound of the heavy iron door opening.

The first person Yeong So-hyang saw was not Bae Un-san.

Some middle-aged man she’d never seen before was standing there with a gentle smile.

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