Chapter 154 – Chapter 154 – Martial Arts District (15)

Chapter 154 – Martial Arts District (15)

Mo Yong-Won, the leader of the Mo-Yong family.

He turned to the head of Moyong with a stiff face.

From one day, Moyong Sega creaked. He did his best to block it, but it was too late. He was completely broken beyond repair.

Now that I think about it, it all started when Mo Yonghwi came to Gaju.

He hesitated after entering Gajujeon. The room was exceptionally dark today.

House owner. Mo Yonghui’s pale face seemed to float alone in the dark space.

A fishy smile formed on the white face that was floating like a ghost.

“Welcome. Taesangjangro. It’s been a while since I’ve seen it in person.”
“I see you.”

Mo Yong-won looked around. The already hardened face became stiffer.

There were signs everywhere.

To think that even the elder Taesang couldn’t believe him and arranged an escort like that…

‘Huh.. It’s not supposed to be an escort in the first place.’

I took my eyes off those who might turn into a watering can sooner or later. I focused on the housekeeper.

Contrary to the serious situation of the Moyong family, the family’s face was bright. He smiled and offered a seat.

“It seems that our elder Taesang is very angry. Please sit down.”
“After···.”

I thought about it countless times before coming, but I couldn’t understand it.

He spoke words that he hadn’t been able to say before.

“House owner. What the hell is the rumor that we are related to the blood bridge… Under! It was true.”

I could tell by looking at the family head who was still smiling. It wasn’t a misunderstanding.

“Haha.. I had a hard time hiding it from Elder Taesang.”

He closed his eyes and spoke in a trembling voice.

“Why the hell…?”

Where did it go wrong?

When a householder who had humble martial arts suddenly became violent one day. When the sons of the former head of the family died one by one.

There were many suspicious things. But it’s already too late.

Elder Taesang glared at the family head.

“What is the reason? Wouldn’t it be nice to sell the family and gain strength?”
Haha!! Haha!!!”

The moment he heard the maddening laughter, his back felt chill. Before he knew it, the realm of the head of state was beyond him.

“Is it good? Of course good. Heh.. Is that what you mean?”

The voice of Moyonggaju, who had been pouring out madness like a madman, suddenly lowered. He returned to his calm mood and sipped his tea.

“Elder. Ask the opposite. Is there anything more important than power in the world?”

Elder Taesang kept his mouth shut, but the head of the house continued.

“It is great to have strength. I can serve tea like this to the elder who beat me up since I was little… Why don’t you take a sip? That would be more comfortable…”

I looked down and saw a dark red car. It was full of fishy smell, as if he had no intention of hiding the poison.

A smirk escaped from the dejection.

“Cluck.. The family lord hasn’t been rude ever since he was young. Then he pretended to be a mistake and killed the cow. Then you wouldn’t have come this far.”
“I’m sorry about that.”

Taesangjangro Mo Yong-won stretched out his fist to Gaju. As if he had been waiting, red fists poured from all sides.

***

Point-changer.

So-hyang shot at Si-woo with a red face.

“…Anybody can claim to be your woman!”
“Why? Do not want to do it?”
“What, what..?”

With her embarrassed face, only her mouth blocked her pouting with her eunjahyeon.

“Minimum. Be playful! What nonsense is that! It’s no wonder you don’t like it!”

Unlike Eun Ja-hyun, who was hot, So-hyang’s lips, which had been sluggish, eventually closed. She didn’t answer.

The copper-skinned man who had been watching her said with a frown on her face.

“Ha.. Did you just say that I’m not a cheap guy?”
“Your ears are fine.”

He said lowering his voice.

“My greatest disciple of the divination school, Ma-Young. I ask you to do the rain.”

“Oh!”
“Raimu?!”

At that one word, the disciples who were watching suddenly withdrew. Thanks to this, a large circular vacant lot was created.

“Wait, wait…! Martha-hyung, wait!”

Kwak Hae-san, who blocked the way, spoke urgently.

“Least Narrow Endure! Masa-hyung is a master of quick swords. I will solve it.”
“A quick sword? Okay, so go and get a doctor.”
“Ugh… Hang on!”

He must have realized that he couldn’t be stopped, and Kwak Haesan ran somewhere.

I looked at the man Siwoo had introduced as Maeilyeong.

Her whole body was full of lumpy muscles. He was dark-skinned, probably because he trained outdoors.

The stage was at its peak. He reached his peak at a young age, so it was understandable that he was so confident.

He picked up a wooden sword and raised his chin, brandishing it in the air.

“Well… If you’re scared, you can stop.”

Seeing him showing off white dry teeth and grinning at his women made me want to give him a blow.

“Haha.. Bimu. That’s good.”

He stretched out his hand into the air and used suction. A wooden sword mounted in the corner of the training ground trembled and floated into the air.

I grabbed the wooden sword that flew ten meters away and pointed it at him.

“Huh, empty space water..?!”

I heard someone’s cry of surprise, but it wasn’t. It just gave off power. It was different from Heo Gong Submul, which is said to cause psychokinesis with willpower alone.

However, there was no significant difference in appearance.

‘Hmmmm…’

She rolled her eyes and looked at them. Not to mention Danghua Lin, who liked her with twinkling eyes.

Seeing Sohyang twitching her fingers and glancing at her, she was very satisfied.

I can understand why people are interested.

He flicked his sword and said to Maeilyeong.

“Shall we begin?”

From the moment her wooden sword came flying, Mai Young’s eyes became serious.

“Ummm… What about your monk?”

There were all kinds of things that were difficult to say proudly, such as the color horse neck ear and Muyoungshintu.

“There is no such thing.”
“Under..! No private affairs? Could it be that you are from a ronin?”
“That’s how it is.”

The guy’s tension was relieved just because there was no proper inquiring.

“Tsk tsk… That’s ridiculous. Let me tell you what my martial arts skills are today.”

The one who had been kicking his tongue pointed the tip of his sword toward the ground and caught it with both his hands. Then he lowered his voice.

“Mail-young of the fortune teller group. The herbivore to use is Ilsugugok.”

Is this how the confrontation between political factions is supposed to be? Just in case, I checked the danghwarin.

“Ugh..”

She was shaking her head from side to side with her face lifted from her crane. A guy named Mile Young was a strange one.

But she got it right. Because it looked fun.

She said, flicking her wooden sword, which she had roughly picked up.

“···Choi Si-woo. There is no monk, and the herb to use is a sword under the chin.”
“A sword under the chin..? Haha! Cheeky, arrogant bastard!”

The guy’s thighs swelled with his teeth clenched to the point where you could see the tendons in his neck.

On the contrary, his upper body shrank as if his muscles were tightened.

It was as if a bowstring had been drawn.

Maeilyeong stepped on the advance. The moment her center of gravity shifted sharply forward.

“Hahap..!”

Her wooden sword, imbued with her inner strength, shot like thunderbolts.

Ilsu Gugok (一輸九曲). A quick swordsmanship that changes nine times with one swing.

Chain fluid!

The tip of the straight sword shook slightly. It was clear that the path of that sword would change depending on how he reacted.

The pit of the stomach, the danjeon, and the brow tingled at the same time.

It’s not just nine changes. It was a quicksword with the potential to extend in dozens of directions.

However, even a giant tree with dozens of branches starts with a single pillar.

Just before his wooden sword splits. He took aim at that moment and stabbed him.

Jjoong!

The tips of the swords met.

Mileyoung widened her eyes.

Responding to a stab with a stab. It was as if he had read the action completely.

My arm was numb at the experience of riding a wooden sword.

For a while too. The wooden sword that came through the end of the sword struck my wrist.

“Evil!”

I let go of the sword due to the intense pain. It didn’t end there. The moment I felt the wooden sword that hit my wrist become blurry.

Wow!

My eyes flashed.

“How about..?”

He grabbed his face and hesitated. Pain came belatedly from the cheek that had been hit for the first time in my life.

My cheekbones tingled. Unexpectedly, both cheeks were tingling.

I couldn’t even react properly, but I was beaten twice. If I hit my wrist, it was three times.

I tried to say something, but I shut her mouth. Before I knew it, even a wooden sword was draped under my chin.

Siwoo said with a grin.

“This is what pleasure is.”

One of the fortune teller students who was watching the scene blankly muttered.

“Gee, the real sword under the chin..?”

“And!”

Danghwarin’s bright laughter filled the training ground.

Clap clap clap clap!

When Beauty applauded her and liked her, the eyes of the Jeom Changpa disciples, who were looking at her with admiration, rotted away.

They glared at Siwoo with jealous eyes.

Sohyang lifted her tiptoe and stuck her head out. She avoided Eunja Hyun, who kept blocking her view from earlier.

Seeing them, Siu held back his lips as he tried to go up to the temple.

The taste of cilantro was sweet.

He lowered his voice and managed his expression.

“Do you admit defeat?”
“Ugh..”

Seeing that she couldn’t say anything as if her throat had been choked, she sued.

“I will not? Shall we try again?”
“That..”

I stabbed the uvula of the guy whose cheeks were swollen with a wooden sword. If he attacked again, he intended to break it somewhere.

“Indeed! Ilyoung-ah, admitting defeat is also a skill.”

My eyes were drawn to the melancholic inner strength of his voice.

Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, Ma-Young lowered her head with a dismayed face.

“Now, see the elder.”

Kwak Hae-san, who thought he had gone to pick up the doctor, called the elder.

A middle-aged man with a wrinkled mouth nodded. He hugged Siwoo and said.

“As expected, Eun-lim is indestructible. I think the divinity has come to mind in Eunlim.”

Eun Ja-hyeon, who did her best to block Sohyang’s vision, hesitated.

At the elder’s words of admiration, he muttered like an ant crawling.

“Fuck.. I’m Eunrim’s disciple..”