Chapter 111: The Final Gate (2)
The Bright Blade King Son Yun remembered Mok Gyeong-un as clearly being at a mere third-rate level.
Of course, that didn't mean he considered him insignificant.
Mok Gyeong-un had learned the sword techniques of the Moon Vein, which had been lost a hundred years ago, and also possessed innate talent in sorcery.
Therefore, although Mok Gyeong-un was from the orthodox Yeon Mok Sword Manor, Son Yun had brought him to the Heaven and Earth Society.
It was not only important to draw out the Moon Sword Technique within his mind, but Mok Gyeong-un, who had been chosen by the secret manuals, could possibly become a talent of the Heaven and Earth Society.
However, he thought all of that had been ruined due to the whim of the Heaven and Earth Society's Leader.
[Send him to Corpse Blood Valley?]
[It's the Society Leader's order. Do you intend to disobey?]
[But…]
[Tsk-tsk.]
He couldn't understand the reason.
Why did the Society Leader order the two hostages from Yeon Mok Sword Manor to be sent to Corpse Blood Valley?
He didn't even meet them face-to-face.
The Bright Blade King Son Yun abandoned any lingering attachment to Mok Gyeong-un because of that.
Even if he had learned the Moon Sword Technique, the place he was being sent to was Corpse Blood Valley.
A place where more than 80% of those who enter come out as corpses.
How could a mere third-rate novice survive in that place teeming with trainees possessing first-rate qualifications or higher?
'It's over.'
Would the Moon Sword Technique be completely lost like this?
While he was feeling disappointed, yesterday, he couldn't hide his shock due to his disciple's honest report.
[What? Say it again.]
[Uh, it's not that I completely lost. I let my guard down, and…]
[No! The fellow's name.]
[M…Mok Gyeong-un.]
'!!!!!!'
Mok Gyeong-un.
That boy was alive?
A mere third-rate fellow was sent to Corpse Blood Valley?
If it had been the youngest of the Yeon Mok Sword Manor hostages, Mok Yu-cheon, he would have understood.
He had acknowledged Mok Yu-cheon's innate qualifications to that extent.
But Mok Gyeong-un had survived until now…
[Haa… How could this happen…]
[Master?]
[Shut your mouth.]
The day before yesterday, he had received a message requesting his attendance at the final gate and final ceremony.
But the fellow had not only reached the final gate but had also obtained the top disciple placard by winning against Yeop Wi-seon in the hidden treasure vault?
Even for him, who didn't bat an eye at most things, he couldn't help but be surprised by this.
At this, the Bright Blade King Son Yun fell into deep contemplation last night.
What on earth had happened in Corpse Blood Valley?
How could Mok Gyeong-un, who was merely a third-rate, become so strong in such a short time that he could defeat his youngest disciple Yeop Wi-seon, who had reached the Transcendent Realm?
Various questions overlapped.
However, without seeing it directly, there was no way to resolve these questions satisfactorily.
Therefore, Son Yun made a decision.
'Let's confirm it myself.'
He already had five outstanding disciples known as the Five Tigers, the top talents within the Heaven and Earth Society, including his chief disciple Woo Ho-rang.
Thus, he had no desire to accept any more disciples.
However, he decided to step forward to verify Mok Gyeong-un's unusually rapid progress.
'If…'
If Mok Gyeong-un demonstrates extraordinary qualifications surpassing his expectations upon seeing him, he had thoughts of accepting him as a disciple even if it meant being scolded by other executives.
He was a successor who had learned the Moon Sword Technique and survived despite being sent to Corpse Blood Valley by the Society Leader's whim.
He couldn't miss this opportunity.
Having finished his momentary recollection, the Bright Blade King Son Yun looked at Mok Gyeong-un, one of the six standing side by side in the plaza.
'!?'
Son Yun slightly furrowed his brows.
It was difficult to give a definite answer due to the distance, but based on his energy perception, Mok Gyeong-un's level seemed to have reached the end of the first-rate.
'What is this?'
Of course, even this could be considered remarkable.
In a short time, he had progressed from the third-rate to the end of the first-rate.
However, at that level, it would be difficult to defeat his youngest disciple Yeop Wi-seon.
'The gap between the Peak Realm and Transcendent Realm is distinct.'
Even if there were ten Peak Realm masters, it would be difficult to defeat a Transcendent Realm supreme master.
But by what means did Mok Gyeong-un defeat Yeop Wi-seon?
It was incomprehensible.
'What technique did he use?'
As he was intently staring at Mok Gyeong-un, his eyes flickered with interest.
It was because he had discovered not only Mok Gyeong-un but also Mok Yu-cheon.
'That child also survived?'
It was truly surprising.
As a result, both of the Yeon Mok Sword Manor's hostage children had survived.
Of course, he had thought that Mok Yu-cheon, who possessed innate martial talent unfitting for his age, might survive if he was lucky.
But to think he had really survived…
And even entered the top six while overcoming the numerous talents belonging to the Heaven and Earth Society.
'Yeon Mok Sword Manor… It wasn't a place to be underestimated.'
It was really unexpected.
On the other hand, seeing the changed gaze in Mok Yu-cheon's eyes, he was pleased.
When he saw Mok Gyeong-un, he was surprised by the advancement in his martial arts, but his expression and gaze were no different from before. In contrast, Mok Yu-cheon seemed to have become quite sturdy, and a murderous intent was even visible.
It was as if he had shed the shell of a gentle orthodox sect person after surviving Corpse Blood Valley.
'Coming here was the right choice.'
It had become interesting.
One fellow surprised him with his tremendous progress, and the other fellow surprised him with his transformation from back then.
To think the fellows from an orthodox sect, not those from the Heaven and Earth Society, would capture his interest…
It was truly a sight to behold after living a long life.
***
'It's regrettable.'
Mok Gyeong-un clicked his tongue as he looked towards the front of the stage.
That woman called the Summoning Sound Valley Master had appeared, and it seemed like something interesting was about to unfold, but it was thwarted midway.
By the appearance of the Bright Blade King Son Yun.
-Tsk-tsk.
Cheong-ryeong clicked her tongue at Mok Gyeong-un.
-There's no opponent as troublesome as a master of sound techniques. Unlike other martial arts, sound techniques take a completely different path, so there are no allies or enemies.
What did that mean?
While he was puzzled, she spoke as if reading Mok Gyeong-un's thoughts.
-It means it's impossible to target a specific person with sound techniques.
'A specific person? Ah…'
Indeed, the concept of sound techniques itself was to infuse true energy into sound and create shock waves.
However, sound isn't something that only certain people can hear or not hear.
Unless one is deaf, they have no choice but to hear it in some way.
He seemed to understand why Cheong-ryeong said those words.
'If that woman unleashes her sound techniques with determination, it will damage the entire surroundings.'
In that case, there would be an incident even before the final gate could be held.
However, this made Mok Gyeong-un curious.
Why would someone learn a martial art that indiscriminately harms both allies and enemies with such a risk?
'If sound techniques are the only focus, it's inefficient.'
It might be effective against a large number of opponents, but if there are many people around, the risk is too great.
But he didn't think that was all there was to it.
Even he, who had only been exposed to martial arts for a short time, could think of these shortcomings, so there was no way a specialist in sound techniques would be unaware of them.
Anyway, the interesting spectacle had disappeared, and an unexpected person had appeared.
The Bright Blade King Son Yun.
The very person responsible for bringing him to the Heaven and Earth Society.
He could see Son Yun staring intently at him.
Judging from his gaze, which didn't particularly show emotions of anger or joy, it seemed closer to trying to confirm something.
'Could it be that he came to see me?'
If that was the case, it was quite unexpected… Ah!
Mok Gyeong-un suddenly recalled the incident in the Corpse Blood Valley treasure vault.
Yeop Wi-seon, the disciple of the Bright Blade King Son Yun.
'It's that fellow.'
He only found out his identity after fighting him.
It seemed that Yeop Wi-seon had reported to his master about Mok Gyeong-un.
Otherwise, there was no way he would appear and stare at him out of nowhere.
The puzzling point here was,
'Is he not angry?'
If he had come out of anger after his disciple was harmed, his gaze should have shown rage or something similar, but it didn't.
In that case, it seemed there was no need for great concern.
Rather,
'Is it not time yet?'
Mok Gyeong-un was waiting for someone.
The one he was waiting for was none other than Annihilating Poison King Baek Sa-ha, one of the Five Kings.
According to Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom, Annihilating Poison King Baek Sa-ha participated in the final ceremony almost every time, so there would be an opportunity.
But there was no sign of him appearing yet.
'Hmm.'
What if a variable arises? That would be quite troublesome.
The most ideal situation right now was to pass the final gate as the top disciple and gain the right to choose.
The top disciple of the final gate is granted the right to choose an executive at the final ceremony.
Of course, whether they would be accepted as a disciple or subordinate depended on the executive's choice, but at least it would provide an opportunity to be close to them.
However, for some reason, he had a bad feeling.
'If a situation arises where he doesn't come…'
Mok Gyeong-un's gaze turned towards the executives sitting on chairs next to the stage.
According to Lee Ji-yeom, the middle-aged man wearing iron rings would be the Thunderbolt Fist King Won Byeong-hak, the one next to him would be the Summoning Sound Valley Master Hang Yeo-ryang, and the one next to her…
'Was he called the Shadow Clan Master?'
It was quite unexpected.
According to Lee Ji-yeom's words, the Shadow Clan Master and the Summoning Sound Valley Master had rarely attended the final ceremony, and given their dispositions, the probability of them not coming this time was high.
But the ones who were said to be unlikely to attend had come to the final ceremony.
Among the expected individuals, the only one who matched was the Thunderbolt Fist King Won Byeong-hak.
'Hmm.'
Mok Gyeong-un stroked his chin.
The final gate was about to begin soon, but at this rate, there seemed to be no way to become the disciple of Annihilating Poison King Baek Sa-ha.
'Should I go with the alternative?'
Mok Gyeong-un had the benefit of obtaining three top disciple placards.
[Apart from the final gate, you can request teachings from one of the twelve elders, including the Five Kings, Three Chief Masters, and Four Valley Masters, who can be considered the top masters of this sect.]
Originally, he had intended to use this benefit to learn from one of the Five Kings who had received the title of Eight Stars, known as the top masters in the Central Plains, as suggested by Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom.
Cheong-ryeong had also agreed with this.
[An opportunity to receive teachings from a Transformation Realm true grandmaster won't come easily.]
Mok Gyeong-un also thought there was truth to those words.
Cheong-ryeong always told Mok Gyeong-un.
There was no need to be fixated on one thing, and one should have a broad scope of thinking.
Martial arts could also provide an opportunity to broaden one's thinking by listening to the views of various masters.
'But I might not be able to do that.'
If Annihilating Poison King Baek Sa-ha doesn't show up at the final ceremony, he would have to use this benefit.
Only then could he inquire about the Ghost Blade from him.
***
About two hours passed.
The only ones who appeared before the start of the final gate were Bo Hyuk-so, the Grand Elder of the Flame Demon Clan, which was ranked fifth among the hundred martial clans of the Heaven and Earth Society, and Dae So-man, the Elder of the Scarlet Blood Clan, which was ranked seventh.
Among the hundred clans, the elders of the clans ranked within the top ten were given the title of Grand Elder.
Their treatment could be considered equivalent to that of a quasi-executive.
'No choice.'
Mok Gyeong-un clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed.
In the end, he had to choose among the Bright Blade King Son Yun, Thunderbolt Fist King Won Byeong-hak, Shadow Clan Master, Summoning Sound Valley Master Hang Yeo-ryang, Flame Demon Clan's Grand Elder Bo Hyuk-so, and Scarlet Blood Clan's Elder Dae So-man.
Of course, this was under the assumption that he would pass the final gate as the top disciple.
Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom stepped onto the stage and opened his mouth.
"Now that all the observers have gathered, we will commence the final gate."
Lee Ji-yeom lightly flicked his finger.
Then, warriors in red belts brought a large wooden board and placed it right next to the stage.
It had several lines drawn horizontally and vertically, with blanks left in various places.
Seeing this, the trainees' eyes narrowed.
'A tournament bracket?'
It seemed to be a tournament bracket.
If names were filled in the blank spaces, it would form a perfect tournament bracket.
In other words,
"To clarify, this is a tournament bracket for sparring."
'Ah…'
The final gate was revealed.
It was none other than sparring.
Unlike the previous ones, it was the most primitive method of testing.
"The trainees have tested their own limits through various gates until now, and as a result, they stand here. And the final gate is now an opportunity to showcase your potential to the observers."
Martial arts competition.
Through this, they would have the chance to display their respective martial arts.
How much they showed here would determine the range of choices available to them.
'Sparring…'
The trainees' eyes became serious.
Unlike before, they had to prove their skills in front of the executives.
It was only natural for them to feel nervous and have exceptional motivation.
However, there was one problem here.
'The number doesn't match.'
The number of trainees was six.
If they were to have matches, eight would be the most ideal number.
That way, eight would compete, then four, and then two, allowing them to determine the final winner.
But since there were six, inevitably…
'Advancement without a match.'
Advancement without a match.
In other words, two people could reach the final match with just one bout.
At that moment, the senior warrior Gwak Mun-gi went to the tournament bracket and began writing numbers.
一, 二, 三, 四, 五, 六.
Among them, the ones who drew 五 (five) and 六 (six) could reach the final match with just one bout.
Then, Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom pointed to a table placed in front of the stage.
On it was a wooden box with circular holes on top.
"As you can see, since the number doesn't match, we will draw lots to determine the tournament bracket…"
Suk!
Then, someone raised their hand.
It was Yeon Mu-ung from the Esoteric Realm Gate.
Unlike the previous gates, this was the final gate, and the executives were watching, so he stepped forward without hesitation.
"May I ask one question?"
"Speak."
"Those who advance without a match and those who advance after two bouts will be at a disadvantage in terms of stamina and everything else. Will it be valid?"
Everyone nodded in agreement with these words.
Then, Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom smirked and soon spoke.
"Naturally, it will be difficult for those who have to fight two bouts to manage their stamina, so they will certainly be given sufficient time to circulate energy and recover. And the final match to determine the winner will only be a contest of techniques without internal energy."
Yeon Mu-ung from the Esoteric Realm Gate lowered his hand, seemingly somewhat convinced by his words.
If they were to suffer injuries, the story would be different, but it seemed like an attempt to eliminate the disadvantageous conditions to some extent.
At this time, Mok Gyeong-un muttered softly.
"Couldn't we all just fight at once?"
"Tsk-tsk."
At these words, Mok Yu-cheon, who was right next to him, openly clicked his tongue.
If that were to happen, who would everyone here consider as the first target to deal with?
It would be none other than Mok Gyeong-un.
In a group match, they would try to eliminate the most dangerous opponent first, so it wouldn't be a fair match.
Of course, Mok Yu-cheon still didn't know.
The fact that two out of the six were Mok Gyeong-un's subordinates.
Then, Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom continued speaking.
"Now, the trainees will come forward in order and draw the metal balls inside the wooden box."
The time for the drawing had come.
The first opportunity to choose was given to those who had the lowest scores in the previous gate.
They were Mok Yu-cheon and Yeon Mu-ung from the Esoteric Realm Gate.
Perhaps because he was afraid of being told he had the lowest score if he went first, Yeon Mu-ung didn't step forward right away.
So Mok Yu-cheon was the first to draw a metal ball from inside the wooden box.
Mok Yu-cheon's number was,
"Six (六)."
At these words, Yeon Mu-ung from the Esoteric Realm Gate showed a slightly disappointed expression.
No matter how fair they tried to make it, the advantage of being able to fight for the championship with just one match as 五 (five) and 六 (six) was inevitable.
'Haa…'
Mok Yu-cheon looked at the six he had drawn and scoffed.
Should this be considered good luck?
While he was doing that, Yeon Mu-ung drew a number tag.
It was,
"…Four (四)."
Unfortunately, the advancement without a match had flown away.
It was disappointing, but there was no other choice.
Next, Mo Ha-rang from the Demon Fire Hall came forward and drew a metal ball.
"Three (三)."
'!?'
At those words, the corners of Yeon Mu-ung's mouth twitched.
She was an opponent he had wanted to face at least once, as they had always been compared in this Corpse Blood Valley gate.
Next, Mu Jang-yak walked forward.
Mu Jang-yak didn't mind either way.
After all, while winning was important in this gate, it was also an opportunity to showcase one's talent to the observers.
Tak!
"One (一)."
The number Mu Jang-yak drew was one.
Next, Yeom Ga from the Vermillion Slaughter Cave walked forward.
The Demonic Monk possessing Yeom Ga had no particular thoughts about this drawing, so he expressionlessly put his hand in and drew a metal ball.
The number was,
"Five (五)."
At those words, the expressions of two people changed.
Mok Yu-cheon, who already thought he owed a debt to Yeom Ga from the Vermillion Slaughter Cave, showed a delighted expression as Yeom Ga became his opponent in the bracket.
And the other person was none other than Mu Jang-yak.
Naturally, without even drawing lots, he sighed as he looked at Mok Gyeong-un, who had become his opponent.
'It ended up like this.'
He had thought the day would come when he would directly face Mok Gyeong-un.
But it had already arrived.
'The first match against the most difficult opponent…'
Mu Jang-yak shook his head back and forth.
The person he had considered as someone who would be troublesome if he became an enemy among his peers was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.
But to think they would face each other like this.
Kwak!
His fists naturally clenched.
It wasn't particularly out of fear.
He didn't think he would lose right away.
He had a secret technique that no one could defeat, after all.
This elevated sensation was simply overconfidence.
Mu Jang-yak approached Mok Gyeong-un and spoke while extending his hand.
"We ended up facing each other like this. Regardless of who wins, let's do our best."
At these words, Mok Gyeong-un grabbed his hand and spoke as if it was troublesome.
"Uh. That seems difficult."
"What?"
"If I do my best, the match will become too boring, so I'll go easy on you. So you do your best."
'!?'
What nonsense was this guy spouting?
Was he provoking him now?
113: Chapter 112: The Final Gate (3)
As Yeom Ga from the Vermillion Slaughter Cave drew 五 (five), Mok Gyeong-un naturally became 二 (two).
Mu Jang-yak, who was confident in winning despite drawing the most troublesome opponent, extended his hand to Mok Gyeong-un and said,
"We ended up facing each other like this. Regardless of who wins, let's do our best."
At these words, Mok Gyeong-un grabbed his hand and spoke as if it was troublesome.
"Uh. That seems difficult."
"What?"
"If I do my best, the match will become too boring, so I'll go easy on you. So you do your best."
'!?'
Mu Jang-yak always had a relaxed demeanor, but at this moment, one of his eyebrows twitched, revealing his emotions.
Was Mok Gyeong-un provoking him now?
Mu Jang-yak looked straight into Mok Gyeong-un's eyes.
Unlike his own heightened state, Mok Gyeong-un's eyes showed no particular emotion.
Seeing this, Mu Jang-yak calmed his briefly surging emotions and regained his composure.
'…Has it already started?'
It was undoubtedly a clear provocation.
The fellow was as good at strategy as he was, if not better.
Perhaps he was trying to unsettle him before the match to gain an advantageous position.
At this, Mu Jang-yak spoke with a smile.
"I'm grateful that you're going easy on me. I was already at an advantage, but if that's the case, I'll have an overwhelming advantage. Are you not interested in the top disciple position in the final gate?"
This was an eye for an eye.
Mu Jang-yak also deliberately provoked Mok Gyeong-un.
However, Mok Gyeong-un showed no particular reaction to Mu Jang-yak's provocation.
Rather, he smirked and turned his head away.
'...'
Seeing this, Mu Jang-yak clicked his tongue inwardly.
Since childhood, he had often been told that he was as cunning as he was talented in martial arts.
So he was confident that he wouldn't lose to anyone in a battle of wits or arguments, but strangely, whenever he had a conversation with this fellow, he felt like he was being swayed.
'No need to fall for the provocation.'
The outcome would be decided in the match anyway.
He also intended to ignore it and move on.
However,
"…Hey. Mok Gyeong-un."
Mu Jang-yak called out to Mok Gyeong-un while looking ahead.
After calling out, Mu Jang-yak inwardly regretted his actions, but since he had already called out, he thought it couldn't be helped.
"Why are you doing this?"
At Mok Gyeong-un's question, Mu Jang-yak said,
"Since we're having a match, how about we make a bet?"
"A bet?"
"Yeah."
"Why should I do that?"
Mok Gyeong-un spoke in a tone as if he didn't understand.
At this, Mu Jang-yak smirked and replied,
"You don't have to do it if you're not confident."
"Confidence?"
"Yeah. I thought it would be more interesting to have a bet rather than just a match, but if you're not confident, there's no need to do it."
It was a clear provocation.
He could have just let it slide, but Mu Jang-yak, who thought he should clarify this relationship in this match, tried to draw Mok Gyeong-un into a bet.
"Hmm."
Mok Gyeong-un stroked his chin and then smirked, saying,
"What kind of bet do you want to make?"
At these words, Mu Jang-yak inwardly cheered, although he didn't show it, thinking that Mok Gyeong-un had fallen for his provocation.
Since the opponent had fallen for his provocation, all that was left was to set the stakes.
Mu Jang-yak used his brain in an instant.
Although he had suggested a bet to provoke him, he didn't want to create a situation where the opponent would resent or be angry even if they lost.
So the idea he came up with was,
"How about the loser of the match calling the winner 'big brother'?"
"Big brother?"
"Yeah. Isn't it about clearly establishing a hierarchy between us?"
"Hierarchy…"
"It's not a bad bet, right? No matter how much of a competition it is, we're not mortal enemies or enemies that need to be killed, so there's no need to raise the stakes of the bet."
It was enough to create a sense of urgency that he had to win.
At his words, Mok Gyeong-un let out a soft groan and said,
"Hmm. That's a rather boring bet."
"It's boring?"
"Yes. Is there even a need to make a bet with such a thing?"
Did he fall for it or not?
Mu Jang-yak asked in puzzlement,
"…Then what do you think is an interesting bet?"
"Well. How about the loser of the match becoming the faithful dog of the winner?"
"What?"
At Mok Gyeong-un's words, Mu Jang-yak's expression stiffened.
He had mentioned the bet at a level where both of them wouldn't feel too offended in case of any eventuality, but the fellow went a step further.
Becoming a faithful dog basically meant crawling under him.
'He's not just good at provocation but excessive.'
He was someone who usually laughed off and let go of most things, but this time, it was difficult to laugh.
He was the one who first proposed the bet.
But if he were to avoid it now that the stakes of the bet had been raised, he would look ridiculous.
Mu Jang-yak slightly turned his head and looked at Mok Gyeong-un.
'Is he that confident? Or is he going to provoke me until the end?'
It didn't matter either way.
The latter was definitely effective.
From the moment he suggested making a bet to determine who would be the elder or younger brother, he had already been caught in the fellow's provocation.
Mu Jang-yak clenched his fist as if he had made up his mind and said,
"Are you sure you won't regret it?"
"That's what I want to ask you."
"…You're really something. I've never been caught by anyone in an argument or something like this. Fine. Let's do it. The bet about becoming a faithful dog if you lose."
It would be fine as long as he won.
Although Mok Gyeong-un had a special power, this was a match where martial arts would be compared.
He was confident that no one could match him if it was solely based on martial arts.
Because he had 'that'.
***
And so, the two trainees belonging to the first bracket of the final gate walked to the center of the plaza, faced each other, and stretched their bodies.
They were Mok Gyeong-un and Mu Jang-yak.
The observers sitting next to the stage in the plaza had various expressions on their faces.
Among them, the Bright Blade King Son Yun, who had come to confirm Mok Gyeong-un's martial arts skills, was surprised by something unexpected.
Son Yun gestured for one of the red-belted warriors to come and asked,
"What was that child's name again?"
"It's Mu Jang-yak."
"Mu Jang-yak? Do you know which martial clan he's from?"
"He seems to be from a small to medium-sized faction under our sect, but I don't know much else."
At the warrior's words, Son Yun's eyes narrowed.
Such a child was from a small to medium-sized faction that wasn't well-known?
At that moment, the Thunderbolt Fist King Won Byeong-hak, who was sitting right next to the Bright Blade King Son Yun, also spoke in a surprised tone,
"This is surprising. Was there such a child?"
"You noticed it too, my lord?"
The energy emanating from Mu Jang-yak as he was stretching his body.
They sensed it through their energy perception.
'That child… has reached the pinnacle-stage of Peak realm.'
For a trainee who was only seventeen or eighteen years old to have reached the pinnacle-stage of Peak Realm…
If their energy perception wasn't wrong, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the most outstanding among those six.
It was truly unexpected.
For such an outstanding martial talent to emerge from a small to medium-sized faction…
'The opponent is unfavorable.'
After looking at Mu Jang-yak like this, the Bright Blade King Son Yun, who turned his gaze to Mok Gyeong-un, clicked his tongue inwardly.
He had wanted to confirm the extent of Mok Gyeong-un's skills, who had defeated his disciple Yeop Wi-seon, but the opponent was too bad.
Of all people, he had to face such a monstrous fellow.
'If he hasn't prepared anything, it might end uneventfully.'
It was difficult to judge everything based solely on energy perception, but there was too much of a difference in the energy emanating from them.
No matter how much Mok Gyeong-un had honed his energy, it seemed difficult for him to be a match.
On the other hand, the Thunderbolt Fist King Won Byeong-hak, who had no particular interest in Mok Gyeong-un from the beginning, clicked his tongue while looking at Mu Jang-yak.
'…Was I too hasty?'
He had come with the sole purpose of bringing the child from the Esoteric Realm Gate.
So he had already reached an agreement with a few of the observers beforehand.
But to think there was such a talent…
Although he tried not to show it, he felt regretful.
'I can't back out now.'
Won Byeong-hak glanced at the other executives.
The Shadow Clan Master and the Summoning Sound Valley Master Hang Yeo-ryang were sitting side by side, separated from them on the left side.
The two of them also seemed to be having a conversation while looking at Mu Jang-yak.
Hang Yeo-ryang spoke to the Shadow Clan Master in an interested tone,
"I came to take a girl, but there's a not-so-bad boy among the boys."
"A girl? Could it be that you've set your eyes on the child from the Demon Fire Hall?"
"Hohoho. I heard she's a promising talent."
"Hmm. This is quite troubling. I also came to Corpse Blood Valley after a long time because I was attracted to the child from the Demon Fire Hall."
"Oh my. Is that so? We have overlapping interests."
"It turned out that way unintentionally. Ohoho."
The Shadow Clan Master laughed like a woman, covering his mouth.
Following the Shadow Clan Master, the Summoning Sound Valley Master Hang Yeo-ryang also laughed, giggling.
They were both laughing, but for some reason, it sounded like they were having a battle of wits.
Then, Hang Yeo-ryang pointed at Mu Jang-yak and said,
"Clan Leader, why don't you take that child instead? In terms of talent, he seems to be the best among this class."
"Well."
The Shadow Clan Master showed a contemplative expression while stroking his chin.
At this, the Summoning Sound Valley Master Hang Yeo-ryang spoke in a tone as if she couldn't understand,
"Is there a reason to hesitate? Could it be that you're worried about the Thunderbolt Fist King and the Bright Blade King snatching him away?"
"Ohoho. That's one reason, but my eyes are drawn to that child."
"That child?"
At the Shadow Clan Master's words, the Summoning Sound Valley Master Hang Yeo-ryang looked at Mok Gyeong-un, who was lightly stretching his body on the opposite side of Mu Jang-yak.
Although they were far apart, she was quite surprised by his handsome face.
However, that was all.
Based on energy perception, he seemed to be only at the first-rate level.
At that age, being first-rate wasn't weak, but it was definitely not a level worth coveting as a disciple.
At this, she said,
"His appearance is quite pleasing, but that's all. Surely you're not interested in him because of his appearance, are you?"
"Ohohoho. As they say, beauty is the icing on the cake, so it's good if the appearance is outstanding as well."
"If that's all, it's meaningless."
"Since he has come this far, wouldn't he have a hidden technique or two?"
"Well, that could be possible."
In the martial world, secret techniques and hidden skills existed.
However, the opponent was too strong.
Based on energy perception alone, that child named Mu Jang-yak had the potential to reach the initial-stage Transcendent Realm at any time as long as he was supported by enlightenment.
Although she had originally set her sights on Mo Ha-rang, he was desirable to the point of coveting.
Then, Hang Yeo-ryang spoke as if it was for amusement,
"Then, Shadow Clan Master. Shall we have a light bet?"
"A bet?"
"Yes. From what I hear, it seems you see potential in that child as well, so let's bet that the match will be decided within three moves. Of course, the winner will be that child named Mu Jang-yak."
"Hmm. What are the conditions of the bet?"
"How about betting the ownership of that girl?"
"So that was your objective, Valley Master."
"Hohoho. You caught me."
Hang Yeo-ryang preferred girls over boys.
Since they both wanted the same thing, she proposed a bet to resolve it amicably.
At this, the Shadow Clan Master smiled and said,
"Not a bad idea. But since anyone can see the clear gap between those two children if we bet on the outcome, let's do it this way."
"What do you mean by 'this way'?"
"I will bet that the match won't be decided within three moves."
At the Shadow Clan Master's words, the Summoning Sound Valley Master Hang Yeo-ryang twitched her lips and then nodded.
"You won't go back on your word, right?"
"Ohoho. A man's word is as good as a thousand gold pieces."
"..."
It seemed like a phrase that didn't suit him, but it didn't matter.
Hang Yeo-ryang was confident that the match could be decided in just one move, let alone three.
The gap between the pinnacle-stage of Peak Realm and a First-Rate Realm was too large.
It might not even take one move, but if done well, the outcome could be determined in just one move.
***
Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom, who was on the stage, raised his hand and shouted,
"Now, exchange greetings with each other."
At this, Mok Gyeong-un and Mu Jang-yak, who had been stretching their bodies, looked at each other and cupped their hands together in a salute.
As it was a match, they were told to exchange greetings as a sign of mutual respect.
While saluting, Mu Jang-yak glanced at someone next to the stage.
'The Thunderbolt Fist King.'
He was the one Mu Jang-yak wanted to have as his master.
The Thunderbolt Fist King was one of the top three masters in the Heaven and Earth Society when it came to bare-handed techniques.
His family was skilled in leg techniques and fist techniques, so Mu Jang-yak wanted to become his disciple and reach an even higher level.
To make that happen as he wished, he had to become the top disciple in the final gate.
Mu Jang-yak turned his gaze and looked at Mok Gyeong-un.
Although he seemed to be only at the first-rate level based on appearance, after observing him several times, Mok Gyeong-un was estimated to be at Peak Realm.
He didn't know how he had concealed his martial arts, but he definitely wasn't first-rate.
Mu Jang-yak steeled his resolve while looking at Mok Gyeong-un.
'Establish a clear superiority.'
For the sake of the bet, he absolutely couldn't lose.
Mu Jang-yak began to rapidly circulate the internal energy from his danjeon throughout his body.
It was to decide the match early on, along with the signal from the Corpse Blood Valley Leader.
'Absolutely no carelessness.'
From the start, he would use his full strength to break the fellow's will and achieve victory.
While they were doing so, Corpse Blood Valley Leader Lee Ji-yeom lowered his raised hand and shouted loudly,
"Begin!"
As soon as Lee Ji-yeom's signal fell,
Pat!
Mu Jang-yak, who had been preparing by circulating energy throughout his body, kicked off the ground and launched himself towards Mok Gyeong-un.
'Fast.'
Mok Yoo-cheon, who was watching this, exclaimed in admiration.
He had guessed that Mu Jang-yak would be strong, but his current movement exceeded expectations.
Indeed, he seemed to have reached the pinnacle-stage of Peak Realm.
'Flowing Water Stirs Chaos[1]!'
Papapapapak!
Mu Jang-yak, who had charged in front of Mok Gyeong-un in an instant, unleashed a palm technique.
The elegant palm strikes, like gentle ripples, beautifully weaved a pattern, targeting the vital points on Mok Gyeong-un's upper body.
'How will you respond?'
Mu Jang-yak thought as he glared at Mok Gyeong-un.
Even if they had reached the same Peak Realm, those who had reached the peak were completely different in terms of strength and speed.
Tak!
At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un moved back about half a step.
Then,
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
'!?'
Mu Jang-yak's eyes narrowed.
Mok Gyeong-un secured a distance of half a step and flexibly moved his upper body, dodging all the palm strikes.
To easily evade the Flowing Water Swaying Disorder, where it was difficult to distinguish between false and true strikes?
It was an unexpected response.
"Oh my."
The Thunderbolt Fist King Won Byeong-hak, who was watching their confrontation from beside the stage, couldn't hide his astonishment.
Mok Gyeong-un's movement was not at all that of a first-rate martial artist.
To dodge techniques in such a manner, one had to be at a somewhat equal level.
'Did he conceal his martial arts?'
He had thought the match would end blandly.
However, with the movement Mok Gyeong-un had shown now, it became difficult to predict the outcome.
'…As expected.'
The Bright Blade King Son Yun was also intently watching Mok Gyeong-un's movement.
He had thought there would be a hidden technique, and indeed, Mok Gyeong-un was showing movements that surpassed the first-rate level.
If it was to that extent, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he had reached the proficient-stage of the Peak Realm or was close to the pinnacle-stage of Peak Realm.
'Can he conceal his energy?'
Even he, who had reached the Transcendent Realm, couldn't accurately assess Mok Gyeong-un's martial arts.
It meant one of two things.
Either Mok Gyeong-un was a peerless master far superior to himself, or he had a special technique to conceal his energy.
However, the former was impossible based on common sense, so the latter was more likely.
'No wonder that child was pushed back.'
Mok Gyeong-un's current movement was a step above Yeop Wi-seon.
It could be confirmed just by seeing how he dodged the techniques.
With this, it became difficult to predict who would win between the two of them.
Papapapak!
"An opening."
Mok Gyeong-un, who had dodged all the palm techniques, stepped forward and threw a punch, aiming for Mu Jang-yak's face.
In response, Mu Jang-yak leaped back to avoid the punch, and at the same time, he kicked off the ground and raised his foot towards Mok Gyeong-un's chin.
Pak!
Mok Gyeong-un blocked Mu Jang-yak's instep and simultaneously tried to grab it.
However,
Swish!
Mu Jang-yak twisted his body and kicked Mok Gyeong-un's shoulder with his foot.
Bam!
Shuaaa!
Mok Gyeong-un's body was pushed back about five steps.
Landing on the ground and seeing this, the corners of Mu Jang-yak's mouth slightly rose.
He was now certain about this.
Mok Gyeong-un's internal energy was weaker than his own.
In that case,
'Let's decide the match.'
Pat!
Mu Jang-yak kicked off the ground and unleashed a fist technique with his right hand towards the pushed-back Mok Gyeong-un.
'Accumulating Fists, Dancing to Completion[2]!'
As the fists overlapped, they flew in with several false strikes, swaying like a butterfly.
Seeing this, Mok Gyeong-un tried to increase the distance by using footwork.
However, Mu Jang-yak's fist technique, like the Hundred Steps Divine Fist of Shaolin, imbued with energy, pierced through the air as much as the distance widened and charged forward.
'I have no choice but to block.'
There was no other way; he had to use his hands.
Mok Gyeong-un raised his energy and extended his palm to block the fist technique.
But at that moment,
Bam!
From an angle he had never imagined, Mu Jang-yak's palm strike pierced Mok Gyeong-un's right rib cage.
'Huh?'
Mok Gyeong-un's body bent sideways to the right.
Along with that, Mu Jang-yak's Accumulating Fists, Dancing to Completion's fist technique struck his chest.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Consecutive strikes were delivered, and Mok Gyeong-un's body was pushed back more than ten steps.
Shuaaa!
"Ha!"
Exclamations of admiration flowed from various parts of the spectator seats.
That was because the technique Mu Jang-yak had shown just now was something no one had expected.
Even the Bright Blade King Son Yun muttered in amazement,
"…Right Fist, Left Palm[3]."
With his right hand, he unleashed a fist technique, and with his left hand, he unleashed a palm technique.
It was unbelievable.
It wasn't that he was using the same technique with both hands, but he was using different techniques with each hand.
"Oh my…"
The Thunderbolt Fist King Won Byeong-hak also couldn't hide his astonishment at Mu Jang-yak's bizarre technique.
At a glance, it seemed like a simple principle, but those who had learned martial arts knew that this was nearly impossible.
Using different techniques with each hand meant having to think two things simultaneously, and if not careful, the energy circulation system could get tangled.
'To have mastered such a bizarre technique.'
He was truly an amazing child.
Using two different techniques with one body.
It was no different from facing two masters who had reached the pinnacle-stage of Peak Realm.
'The match has tilted.'
Regardless of how he did it, if it had come to this, it was no exaggeration to say that the situation had already tilted in Mu Jang-yak's favor.
Even without this, Mok Gyeong-un's cultivation seemed to be a step below Mu Jang-yak's, so by what means could he defeat such a monster?
'…That will be difficult.'
The Bright Blade King Son Yun also shared the same opinion.
It was surprising that Mok Gyeong-un had concealed his skills, but the opponent was too bad.
However,
'What?'
Mu Jang-yak, who had landed two techniques that were practically fatal blows to Mok Gyeong-un, didn't have a good expression.
He had accurately hit two techniques with his hidden skill, Right Fist, Left Palm.
The rib cage and the center of the chest.
It was no exaggeration to say that these were fatal blows.
However, at the same time he landed the techniques, he felt a strange sensation of his cultivation dispersing for a moment.
'…Is it my imagination?'
At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un, who had been pushed back about ten steps, straightened his body and cracked his neck.
Crack! Crack!
Then, he muttered as if talking to himself,
"Ahh. I was going to finish it by dealing with you moderately, but this was unexpected."
'What?'
Mu Jang-yak furrowed his brows.
After being hit by unexpected killing techniques consecutively, he was still putting on such a pretentious act, which was really something.
It seemed he needed to finish it decisively.
'I'll put an end to that pretentiousness.'
Pat!
Mu Jang-yak launched himself towards Mok Gyeong-un.
Having revealed his hidden skill, he now intended to unleash it openly.
'Right Fist, Left Palm[3]. Fists Vast as the World[4]! Flowing Water, Moving Clouds[5]!'
Simultaneously unleashing fist and palm techniques.
It created a situation as if two masters were attacking together.
'It's over!'
Just as he was certain of that,
"Is this roughly how it's done?"
Papapapapak!
At that moment, Mu Jang-yak couldn't hide his shock.
Mok Gyeong-un, who had been staring intently at him as he charged forward, nodded his head and then, like Mu Jang-yak, started using different techniques with each hand.
'!!!!!!!!!'
114: Chapter 113: The Final Gate (4)
At the moment when Mok Gyeong-un was pushed back, his ribs and chest were struck by Mu Jang-yak's secret technique.
-Swoosh!
"Ha!"
In an instant, exclamations of astonishment erupted from the spectators' seats beside the platform where the duel was being observed.
And they were not alone.
Even the other cadets waiting for their turn to duel couldn't help but be amazed by the scene unfolding before their eyes.
'…So this is what it meant.'
Mok Yu-cheon clicked his tongue as he watched Mok Gyeong-un being pushed back.
He had only one chance to gauge Mu Jang-yak's martial prowess, and that moment came to mind.
[Are you perhaps left-handed?]
[Who knows.]
At the time, he had been puzzled by that ambiguous response for a moment before forgetting about it.
However, after witnessing the Right Fist, Left Palm technique, each employing different techniques, it made sense.
This was not a method anyone could casually attempt.
'Impressive.'
Mok Yu-cheon was genuinely amazed.
If one could wield different martial arts with each hand, it meant they could perform the work of two people alone.
Since it wasn't being executed by two individuals in the first place, it could become even more precise.
Of course, the very act of pulling it off was difficult, as it required splitting one's thoughts.
In any case, witnessing this aspect of Mu Jang-yak's potential, Mok Yu-cheon's heart raced with excitement, even giving him goosebumps.
-Thump! Thump! Thump!
Indeed, the world was vast.
To think such a monster existed among his peers.
'I was nothing more than a frog in a well, after all.'
Coming here and having his eyes opened didn't mean he could afford to be complacent.
Mok Yu-cheon clicked his tongue as he looked at Mok Gyeong-un.
It seemed he had truly met his match.
'It's futile.'
Even if he had mastered a unique technique, this duel was meant to demonstrate one's martial prowess, plain and simple.
The reason for his sudden improvement remained unknown, but the opponent was too formidable.
Mu Jang-yak could genuinely be called a true genius.
-Bam!
Now, it appeared Mu Jang-yak was about to end it.
As he unleashed his Right Fist, Left Palm technique, even Mok Yu-cheon felt at a loss as to how he would counter it if he were in Mok Gyeong-un's place.
At the moment, other than creating distance…
'!?'
Mok Yu-cheon's eyes widened in that instant.
-Pow!
He was so astonished that he sprang up from his seat.
'This is insane…'
For a moment, he doubted his own eyes.
Mok Gyeong-un was employing different martial arts techniques with each hand, just like Mu Jang-yak.
With his right hand, he executed sword techniques, and with his left hand, he wielded fist techniques.
'…Is this possible?'
He wasn't just clumsily imitating; he was genuinely displaying proper techniques.
Mok Yu-cheon couldn't help but be shocked by this sight.
He was confident that the bizarre method of using different techniques with each hand, like Mu Jang-yak, couldn't be easily replicated even by supreme masters, so what on earth was happening?
'It can't be.'
Even seeing it, he couldn't believe it.
How could one imitate it after seeing it just once?
He wasn't the only one surprised.
"…Ha!"
Hang Yeo-ryang of the Summoning Sound Valley let out an astonished gasp, her eyes narrowing.
She had already judged that the outcome was completely tilted in Mu Jang-yak's favor upon witnessing his Right Fist, Left Palm technique.
However, something entirely unexpected had occurred.
'He's imitating that?'
Wielding different martial arts techniques with each hand.
It was a method that, contrary to the idea, was difficult to execute in practice.
If it were easy, countless martial artists would already be employing different martial arts with each hand.
'…The true genius was someone else, I see.'
She had considered Mu Jang-yak a rarely seen genius after witnessing his Right Fist, Left Palm technique.
But now, that thought had changed in an instant.
If Mok Gyeong-un had truly made Mu Jang-yak's technique his own in a flash after seeing it just once, then she might be witnessing a tremendous genius that appears only once every few centuries.
-Swoosh!
Hang Yeo-ryang glanced at Shadow Master.
Shadow Master also appeared greatly astonished, his mouth slightly agape, unable to take his eyes off Mok Gyeong-un.
Who wouldn't be amazed upon seeing this?
At this, her eyes sparkled strangely.
In the bet, she had already practically lost.
However, that no longer mattered.
'Mok Gyeong-un…'
Originally, she had no interest in the male students and had come only with the intention of taking Mo Ha-rang of the Demon Fire Hall.
But now, that thought had completely changed.
Letting go of such immense talent was out of the question.
'Could this ultimately be a good thing?'
Since she had lost the bet, she could use that as a pretext to concede the Demon Fire Hall's woman to Shadow Master and take this monstrous fellow instead, which would be far more advantageous.
As this was happening, the tide of the battle noticeably shifted.
-Bam bam bam!
"Ugh!"
The sword techniques executed by Mok Gyeong-un's right hand struck the acupoints of Mu Jang-yak's left chest—the Six Roots[1], Sun and Moon (Il-wol), and the Small Sea acupoint (Sohae point) on his left arm—causing Mu Jang-yak's body to stagger and be pushed to the side.
'The variations in the sword techniques are too intense.'
While the fist techniques wielded by his left hand were simple and sturdy, making them easy to block, the sword techniques executed by his right hand were diverse in their variations, causing Mu Jang-yak to miss three moves.
'This monstrous guy!'
Mu Jang-yak was genuinely dumbfounded.
He had initially thought that Mok Gyeong-un's Right Fist, Left Palm technique might be a temporary strategy to catch him off guard.
After all, wielding different techniques with each hand required not only splitting one's thoughts but also a special qi circulation method, which Mok Gyeong-un couldn't have possibly mastered.
However,
-Bam bam bam bam bam!
The techniques Mok Gyeong-un displayed with both hands were by no means empty moves.
He was truly executing different techniques.
'At this rate, I'll lose.'
Mu Jang-yak, sensing the unfavorable situation, attempted to create distance.
His mind was becoming too scattered.
Normally, when employing the Right Fist, Left Palm technique, the opponent would become flustered and fail to respond to both techniques simultaneously, but with Mok Gyeong-un also wielding the Right Fist, Left Palm, the exchange of techniques had grown complicated.
'It's dizzying.'
Even Mu Jang-yak, the originator, felt dizzy.
Thus,
-Tap tap tap tap tap!
Mu Jang-yak utilized the lightness skill to try and create as much distance from Mok Gyeong-un as possible.
However, Mok Gyeong-un wouldn't miss this opportunity.
"Where are you going?"
-Bam!
Mok Gyeong-un unleashed his body towards Mu Jang-yak without hesitation.
'Tsk.'
Realizing it was futile, Mu Jang-yak gathered qi in the soles of his feet and stomped on the ground with his toes.
-Boom!
-Crack!
The ground of the plaza shattered, and rock fragments shot upwards.
The fragments, infused with qi, became dozens of small projectiles flying towards Mok Gyeong-un.
Naturally, he had no choice but to evade them.
However, in that fleeting moment,
-Swoosh!
Mok Gyeong-un bent his knees backward and leaned his waist back, sliding across the ground as if to avoid the fragments.
'No way?'
How did he think to dodge by lowering his posture backward like that?
His waist and leg strength were no joke.
While it was impressive to evade in such an acrobatic manner, dodging like this would inevitably create a critical opening.
'Foolish. You've made a mistake!'
-Bam!
Not missing this chance, Mu Jang-yak twisted his body, leaping forward, and attempted to strike Mok Gyeong-un's abdomen with a vicious palm strike.
It was at that very instant.
-Bam bam bam bam bam!
"Urghh!"
Mu Jang-yak had thought that in this posture, Mok Gyeong-un would have a blind spot and be unable to respond immediately.
However, the moment he was about to deliver the palm strike, Mok Gyeong-un's body, which was almost lying down backward, spun sideways, repeatedly striking Mu Jang-yak's jaw with foot techniques.
'H-how in this posture?'
-Thud!
Unable to contain his shock, Mu Jang-yak fell backward.
"Phew."
Mok Gyeong-un got up and looked at the fallen Mu Jang-yak.
It seemed that having been hit in the jaw and face consecutively, his brain had been shaken, causing him to lose consciousness.
'The 5th move of the Profound Mystic Foot Technique, the Whirlwind Kick[2]… quite useful.'
It wasn't a technique meant to be used in this way, but when the posture was unbalanced, employing it could effectively draw out the opponent's carelessness.
Cheong-ryeong's martial arts were indeed worthy of being called supreme.
At that moment, Cheong-ryeong's voice reached Mok Gyeong-un's ears.
-You must have been quite eager to end it quickly.
'…'
-You think I wouldn't know? You added more power to the last move, didn't you?
'Ah, I've been caught.'
Mok Gyeong-un scratched his head.
The original plan was to determine the victor using only techniques within the Peak Realm.
However, while executing the Whirlwind Kick, he had increased the power he typically used from 20% to 30% in the final move.
'Well, isn't this still enough?'
He hadn't done anything that would expose his true abilities.
Most of the leaders beside the platform were supreme masters of the Transcendent Realm, so to avoid revealing his actual strength to them, he had limited his power to 20% during the fight.
Moreover, there were several instances where Mok Gyeong-un had noticed openings in Mu Jang-yak's defense but had let them slide.
-Don't let your guard down. If the crowd realizes that you've already reached the Transcendent Realm, they will go beyond recognizing your talent and start to be wary of you.
'Yes, yes. I'll keep that in mind.'
Wasn't that why he was controlling his strength?
Otherwise, Mu Jang-yak would have been lying on the ground long ago.
Controlling his power while fighting seemed to have been the right decision.
'Thanks to that, I learned something interesting.'
As Mok Gyeong-un reached the Transcendent Realm, he could see the opponent's qi more clearly.
Although not in great detail, he could roughly discern how Mu Jang-yak's qi circulation was structured.
Interestingly, Mu Jang-yak's lower danjeon was divided into two.
It could be considered a unique form, which likely allowed him to execute different techniques with one body.
Mok Gyeong-un applied this by drawing out some of the death qi from his middle danjeon to wield different techniques.
'It's quite useful.'
If utilized well, it seemed convenient when fighting opponents of similar levels.
In any case, had he achieved his objective to this extent?
The goal in the final gate was to impress upon the observing leaders that he possessed exceptional talent while only displaying the Peak Realm.
'This should be sufficient, right?'
Of course, Mok Gyeong-un's intentions were conveyed.
He had firmly imprinted his talent in the minds of the observing leaders.
However, beyond that, a small confrontation was unfolding among the leaders on the platform.
"Brother Son. It seems I'll have to take that Mok Gyeong-un kid as my disciple."
At the words of Won Byeong-hak, the Thunderbolt Fist King, Son Yun, the Bright Blade King, raised an eyebrow and replied.
"…What are you saying? Didn't you just say you had chosen the child from the Esoteric Realm Gate?"
"I said I was considering it. But… no. Let me be honest. If I miss out on that child in today's closing ceremony, I feel like I'll regret it for a while."
"Is it acceptable for someone who has received the title of 'King' to speak with a forked tongue?"
"Hah. I said I had the child from the Esoteric Realm Gate in mind. When did I ever definitively state that I would take that child no matter what? And respectable brother Son, you already have many excellent disciples, so why are you being greedy here?"
"Greedy? Did you just accuse me of being greedy?"
"If this isn't greed, then what is it?"
Before they knew it, the atmosphere between them had become quite hostile.
'Oh my…'
Lee Ji-yeom, the Corpse Blood Valley Master, felt perplexed. He needed to announce the end of the first duel, but the sudden confrontation between these two kings made it difficult.
115: Chapter 114: Disciple Scramble (1)
'This is troublesome.'
Lee Ji-yeom, the Corpse Blood Valley Master, had intended to ascend the platform and announce the end of the duel.
However, he had not expected a situation where the two most influential upper echelon members among the Five Kings would engage in a confrontation.
'…I understand their intentions, but they went too far.'
Lee Ji-yeom clicked his tongue inwardly as he glanced at Mok Gyeong-un.
In fact, he too had been unable to conceal his astonishment upon witnessing Mok Gyeong-un replicating the profound principles of Mu Jang-yak's Right Fist, Left Palm technique in a single attempt during their duel.
If it weren't for the fact that he knew his liege was possessing the boy, he would have been desperate to accept him as a disciple due to his innate martial talent, just like the others.
In any case, to ensure smooth progression, he needed to intervene in their confrontation.
"Ahem. You two…"
However, just as he was about to speak, Shadow Master's voice came from the left side.
"Hohoho. I apologize for interrupting your conversation, but would it be alright if I said a word?"
As Shadow Master stepped in as if to mediate, the two kings, whose emotions were about to escalate, simultaneously turned their gazes towards him.
Among them, the more belligerent one, Son Yun, the Bright Blade King, spoke in a somewhat sharp tone.
"What do you wish to say?"
"It is nothing more than a remark, wondering if there is a need for you two esteemed individuals to damage your sentiments over a single talent in this gathering."
Under normal circumstances, they would have quickly come to their senses upon hearing these words.
However, this time was an exception.
Passing all the gates of the Corpse Blood Valley meant that most of the qualities a martial artist should possess had been verified, and it signified that they possessed fierce survival skills as well.
Not only that, but reaching the Peak Realm at the age of 17 and possessing innate martial talent to the extent of being able to replicate profound principles that even Transcendent Realm supreme masters couldn't casually attempt after witnessing them just once…
Who would want to let go of such an individual?
"I understand what you are trying to say, Shadow Master, but this is a matter between the Thunderbolt Fist King and myself, so please do not interfere."
Son Yun, the Bright Blade King, issued a strong warning.
On the other hand, Won Byeong-hak, the Thunderbolt Fist King, remained silent.
It wasn't due to his gentlemanly nature, but because he had visited Shadow Master the previous night and requested him not to touch the child from the Esoteric Realm Gate.
"Ahem."
He had resolved to be shameless, considering that he couldn't afford to let go of such a talent, but naturally, he had to be mindful of the situation.
Fortunately, he hadn't made such a request to the Bright Blade King, but he could only hope that Shadow Master wouldn't bring it up.
At that moment, Shadow Master smiled and spoke.
"However, what is the point of you two deciding who will take the talent here?"
At those words, one of Son Yun's eyebrows raised.
Could it be that Shadow Master was also intending to participate in this talent scramble?
With that, Son Yun spoke in a warning tone.
"Don't tell me you're also after that child…"
"Ah, no. That's not what I meant. What I'm saying is that it would be futile for you two to engage in this debate if we follow the rules of the closing ceremony."
"Futile? What do you mean by that?"
Shadow Master pointed at Mok Gyeong-un with his hand and spoke to the two puzzled kings.
"Although it's difficult to confirm without witnessing the duels of the other students, if that student were to pass the final gate as the top ranker…"
'!!!!!'
He trailed off, but everyone understood Shadow Master's implication.
Come to think of it, with that level of martial talent, the probability of him passing the final gate as the top ranker was significantly high.
If that were to happen, the choice would lie with the student.
In the end, the debate over who would accept Mok Gyeong-un as a disciple might become entirely futile.
'That's right. It's pointless for us to argue.'
Unlike those who agreed with Shadow Master's words, Hang Yeo-ryang, the Valley Master of the Summoning Sound Valley, glanced at Mok Gyeong-un with twinkling eyes.
***
Mok Gyeong-un sat on the ground, his arms crossed, watching the next duel.
The next duel was between Mo Ha-rang of the Demon Fire Hall, ranked third, and Yeon Mu-ung of the Esoteric Realm Gate, ranked fourth.
They were already engaged in a fierce battle.
The confrontation between Mo Ha-rang, who specialized in the Swift Assassination Blade Technique, and Yeon Mu-ung, who wielded the Iron Fist based on the external martial art known as the Iron String Technique[1], was quite intriguing.
Should it be called a battle of lightness and heaviness?
-Bam bam bam bam bam!
As their qi consumption was still low and their stamina was sufficient, the duel between the two was evenly matched.
However, judging solely by their fighting styles, it seemed that Mo Ha-rang, who prioritized swiftness, would tire out faster than Yeon Mu-ung, as her movements were two to three times faster than his.
As he was observing the duel,
-Who do you think will win?
Cheong-ryeong asked.
Without any hesitation, Mok Gyeong-un muttered quietly in response.
"Mo Ha-rang."
-Ho. Your discernment has improved quite a bit.
She shared the same opinion as Mok Gyeong-un.
At a glance, one might think that Yeon Mu-ung, who was moving in a composed manner while employing the Iron Fist, would have an advantage as time passed, but the difference in their skill levels was evident.
In Mok Gyeong-un's eyes, despite exchanging over twenty moves, Yeon Mu-ung still couldn't keep up with Mo Ha-rang's movements, while she was gradually attacking his weak points.
This alone indicated that Mo Ha-rang was a step above Yeon Mu-ung.
"Damn it!"
As Mok Gyeong-un had predicted, Yeon Mu-ung was gradually becoming impatient.
Yeon Mu-ung, whose Iron String Technique had only reached the 7th stage, had three vulnerable areas.
They were his face, armpits, and ankles.
When the Iron String Technique reached its pinnacle, the entire body would become as hard as rock, resolving most of the weak points.
However, Yeon Mu-ung still had vulnerabilities.
-Bam!
"Hiss!"
At some point, one of Mo Ha-rang's daggers had penetrated the area near his armpit, one of his weak points.
Yeon Mu-ung, who had been firmly holding his ground, finally employed footwork and retreated.
With this, she could be certain.
'Found it.'
An incomplete external martial art inevitably had weak spots.
Now that she had found them, she could make her move.
'You're finished.'
-Clang! Crack!
As she released the dagger from her hand, the silver thread connected to it moved like a living snake, chasing after Yeon Mu-ung, who was trying to create distance.
It persistently targeted his armpit, tormenting Yeon Mu-ung.
"Damn it!"
Enraged, Yeon Mu-ung tried to strike down the silver thread, but it entangled and coiled around his arm like a spider's web.
Seeing this, Mok Gyeong-un chuckled.
The outcome would soon be determined.
Being at a higher level than himself and having his weak points exposed, it would be difficult for Yeon Mu-ung to endure.
At that moment, Yeom Ga from the Vermillion Slaughter Cave, or rather, the evil spirit possessing him, approached Mok Gyeong-un and whispered in a low voice.
"My Lord. What should we do?"
The evil spirit glanced at someone.
It was Mok Yu-cheon.
Although he knew that Mok Gyeong-un didn't have any particular feelings towards him, they were ostensibly brothers, so he was asking how to handle the situation.
Without much contemplation, Mok Gyeong-un replied.
"Confront him at the level of the body's owner."
"Understood."
The evil spirit occupying Yeom Ga's body could display greater martial prowess, but doing so might unnecessarily draw attention, so there was no need for that.
Besides, with the evil spirit's skill, even at Yeom Ga's level, it would not be difficult to defeat Mok Yu-cheon.
The experience of his previous life could not be ignored.
At that moment,
"Gasp!"
Mu Jang-yak, who had been lying unconscious beside them, woke up.
Upon waking up, he struggled to regulate his breathing, sitting up and coughing.
"Cough, cough."
Seeing him like this, Mok Yu-cheon approached and spoke.
"Jang-yak. Are you alright?"
"Cough, cough… I-I'm fine."
After coughing a few more times, Mu Jang-yak finally managed to catch his breath and raised his head.
Then, with a bitter look in his eyes, he opened his mouth.
"As expected… I lost."
"…You fought well enough."
Mok Yu-cheon spoke in a regretful tone.
He wanted to console him in a way that could lift his spirits, but there was no way to do so.
Not only had he reached the pinnacle-stage of Peak Realm, but he had even mastered the profound technique of the Right Fist, Left Palm technique, which even peerless masters couldn't replicate. Yet, he had still lost.
His opponent had perfectly recreated his own technique after witnessing it only once.
The opponent was simply the worst.
'Mok Gyeong-un…'
What on earth are you?
He had thought that something had changed about him since the Yeon Mok Sword Manor, but this was a completely different level of existence.
Even he, who was called a genius, felt a sense of inferiority compared to Mok Gyeong-un's martial talent.
That fellow was a monster in itself.
"Phew."
At that moment, Mu Jang-yak struggled to stand up.
Mok Yu-cheon tried to stop him.
"Don't push yourself. Sit down and circulate your qi. You must be quite dizzy after being hit in the jaw and face."
The fact that he had woken up this quickly was already remarkable.
Despite Mok Yu-cheon's suggestion, Mu Jang-yak shook his head, saying he was fine, and then got up and approached Mok Gyeong-un.
Mok Yu-cheon looked at him with puzzlement.
Was he doing this because he couldn't accept the outcome of the duel?
Thinking that a dispute might occur, Mok Yu-cheon approached to intervene.
-Plop!
However, Mu Jang-yak sat down next to Mok Gyeong-un and spoke in a low voice.
"I lost. No, I lost to you. As promised, my lord…"
"Ah, no. I think you used the wrong form of address."
At Mok Gyeong-un's words, Mu Jang-yak's cheeks trembled, and then,
"…I will serve you as my master. Please forgive me for not being able to properly show my loyalty in front of the leaders and their watchful eyes."
'!?'
Mok Yu-cheon, who had intended to intervene in case a dispute broke out, couldn't hide his bewilderment upon hearing their conversation.
'Master?'
What was this about?
Why was Mu Jang-yak addressing Mok Gyeong-un as his master and submitting to him in such a humiliating manner?
Could it be related to the promise they had mentioned earlier?
As he was puzzled, Mok Gyeong-un looked at him with a smile and pointed his finger at a certain location.
It was the training ground in the center of the plaza where the duel was taking place.
'Ah?'
Looking over there, the outcome of the duel had been determined.
"Haa… Haa… I lost."
Yeon Mu-ung of the Esoteric Realm Gate, holding his blood-soaked right armpit, knelt on one knee in front of Mo Ha-rang's dagger, acknowledging his defeat.
This meant that it was now Mok Yu-cheon's turn to duel.
Although he was curious about what had transpired between those two, he had to prepare for the duel first.
'Tsk.'
Mok Yu-cheon turned his body, intending to leave.
At that moment,
"Good luck."
"Yes, Master."
'!?'
Upon hearing the voice of Yeom Ga from the Vermillion Slaughter Cave addressing Mok Gyeong-un as "Master," Mok Yu-cheon froze in place.
What was going on?
He knew that person had been accompanying Mok Gyeong-un for some time, but "Master"?
Wasn't that a form of address typically used by slaves or servants?
With that, Mok Yu-cheon turned around and spoke to Mok Gyeong-un in a dumbfounded tone.
"…What have you done?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Why are they calling you their master? What exactly have you done to them?"
In response to Mok Yu-cheon's question, Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and replied.
"I didn't do anything special."
"What do you mean you didn't do anything special? Then why are they addressing you as their master or whatever…"
"Mok Yu-cheon!"
At that moment, the voice of Lee Ji-yeom, the Corpse Blood Valley Master, resounded.
Mok Yu-cheon bit his lip and turned around, walking towards the center of the plaza.
While dealing with that fellow here in the Corpse Blood Valley, he had realized his devilish true colors.
There was no doubt that he had played some trick.
At that moment, he saw Mo Ha-rang, who had won the duel, walking back to where the students were.
Considering their friendship from being in the same team during the flag contest, Mok Yu-cheon spoke.
"Congratulations on your victory."
"…Thanks."
-Step, step!
As they approached each other, Mok Yu-cheon warned in a whisper.
"Stay away from that Mok Gyeong-un. I don't know what trick he played, but it seems like he's making the students around him serve him as their master."
He was telling her this out of a sense of camaraderie, as they had been on the same team.
However,
"…That advice. It's already too late."
'!?'
Upon hearing Mo Ha-rang's voice as she passed by, Mok Yu-cheon's expression stiffened.
So, she was also serving Mok Gyeong-un as her master?
Mok Yu-cheon turned his head and looked at Mok Gyeong-un with trembling eyes.
Despite being brought here as a hostage, what the hell are you up to in this place?
***
Thus, the duel between Mok Yu-cheon and the evil spirit possessing Yeom Ga from the Vermillion Slaughter Cave began.
As he was observing the duel, a voice echoed in Mok Gyeong-un's ears.
-Hello.
'!?'
Mok Gyeong-un slightly furrowed his brows.
What was this?
This wasn't Cheong-ryeong's voice.
The sound penetrated his ears, but it wasn't reverberating around him; it sounded as if someone was whispering directly into his ear.
Mok Gyeong-un's eyes narrowed as he lightly scanned his surroundings.
Where did that voice come from?
At that moment,
-Hehehe.
A chuckle was heard.
At that moment, as Mok Gyeong-un was raising his vigilance, he detected the faint form of internal energy carried along with the reverberating vibration of the incoming sound.
-Swish!
Mok Gyeong-un turned his head and looked at Hang Yeo-ryang, the Valley Master of the Summoning Sound Valley, who was sitting as a spectator beside the platform.
'Ha!'
At this, a glimmer of admiration flashed in her eyes.
Ah, yes. That fellow truly exceeded her imagination.
When infusing internal energy into sound from a distance, it was difficult to discern who had spoken and pinpoint their location.
Yet, he had instantly found her from this distance.
'I must have him, indeed.'
He was not someone she could afford to concede.
116: Chapter 115: Disciple Scramble (2)
At this distance, when infusing internal energy into sound, it was difficult to discern who had spoken and pinpoint their location.
However, surprisingly, Mok Gyeong-un had found her after just two attempts.
A mere brat who had merely reached the Peak Realm possessed such keen perception?
Hang Yeo-ryang, the Valley Master of the Summoning Sound Valley, clicked her tongue and smacked her lips.
A strong sense of desire arose within her.
'How can I concede something like this?'
Even if most of the leaders were after him, she had no intention of yielding whatsoever.
No, their opinions didn't matter anyway.
There was only one thing to consider.
It was a matter of successfully enticing Mok Gyeong-un.
Hang Yeo-ryang looked at Mok Gyeong-un and spoke again, infusing internal energy into her voice.
-Hehehe. You're quite something. To find me instantly like that.
At her words, Mok Gyeong-un's eyes narrowed.
He had simply looked at the center of the rippling energy waves, and his guess had been correct.
However, how did she do it?
'Without moving her lips?'
The sound was echoing in his ears.
As he was puzzled, Hang Yeo-ryang said to Mok Gyeong-un,
-Why are you surprised?
Rather than being surprised, he found it intriguing.
The method of transmitting sound over such a distance using qi seemed quite useful.
Should it be said that it appeared suitable for secretly speaking to someone?
-Are you curious about how it's done?
There was no way he wouldn't be curious.
Mok Gyeong-un lightly nodded his head.
Then,
-Shall I teach you?
She suddenly offered to teach him this?
Mok Gyeong-un looked at her with puzzlement.
Mok Gyeong-un believed that everything had a corresponding price, so he thought there was no way that woman would teach him such a thing with pure intentions.
'It's quite fascinating, but not knowing it won't cause any inconvenience.'
With that, Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and turned his head away.
Hang Yeo-ryang slightly furrowed her brows.
She had tried to pique his interest, but she hadn't expected him to refuse so readily.
'…What an interesting kid.'
She hadn't demanded any compensation and had simply offered to teach him, yet this was the first time she had seen someone instantly end their displayed interest like that.
Because of that, she became even more intrigued.
Thus, she continued,
-The essence of sound techniques is to create vibrations in the air through sound. This can be considered a similar principle.
'!?'
What was this?
He hadn't agreed to learn it, but as she explained the principle, one of Mok Gyeong-un's eyebrows slightly raised.
Regardless, Hang Yeo-ryang continued her explanation.
-Imagine touching cotton with your qi between your vocal cords and the root of your tongue at the Yanquan acupoint[1], generating internal energy and quickly creating vibrations. And then…
Even if he didn't want to listen, the continuous sound made it impossible for him not to understand the method.
Moreover, surprisingly, the method wasn't very difficult.
-A clever kid like you should be able to do it sufficiently with this level of explanation, right?
At her words, Mok Gyeong-un slightly tilted his head to the side.
Then, looking at Hang Yeo-ryang, he followed her instructions, sending internal energy to the Yanquan acupoint and tried it once.
-Is this how it's done?
'Correct.'
Upon hearing his voice, Hang Yeo-ryang slightly raised the corners of her mouth.
He was indeed intelligent.
Even if the execution seemed easy, comprehending and performing it in one attempt was not a simple feat.
He possessed the sharpness to grasp the principles that easily.
'He's a delightful child to teach.'
At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un asked her,
-It's impressive. What is this technique called?
-The monks of Shaolin refer to it as the 'Intention-Sealing Voice Transmission' (意闔傳聲), but the Valley Master and those who study sound techniques call it the 'Secret Voice Transmission' (傳音入密). In short, it's also referred to as 'Voice Transmission'.
-Voice Transmission… Is this a technique that others cannot hear?
-That's right. It's a technique truly suitable for having secret conversations, like between you and me. Isn't it nice?
-Yes, it is.
It certainly seemed like a useful technique.
Using very faint qi to create vibrations and transmit sound.
He had no particular desire to learn it, but since she had taught him on her own accord, it would likely come in handy.
As they were conversing, she transmitted a message to him.
-I watched your duel, and it was truly magnificent.
-Thank you.
-Originally, the Valley Master had come to take a female disciple, but it was a duel that made me change my mind.
At her words, Mok Gyeong-un chuckled inwardly.
She was openly revealing her intentions.
As expected, there was a purpose behind teaching him this technique.
-Ah, hearing you say that, I'm at a loss for words.
-Hehehe. Child, let me be direct. Become this Valley Master's disciple. Such opportunities are rare.
Hang Yeo-ryang, the Valley Master of the Summoning Sound Valley, blatantly proposed for him to become her disciple.
In fact, her proposal was indeed a rare occurrence.
The final gate hadn't even ended yet, and the closing ceremony hadn't taken place, so approaching a student and persuading them to become a disciple was something that wouldn't happen unless they were exceptionally fond of them.
However, the problem was that Mok Gyeong-un himself had no intention whatsoever of becoming the Valley Master of the Summoning Sound Valley's disciple.
Mok Gyeong-un transmitted a message with a regretful expression.
-Oh my, what should I do? I am truly grateful for the Valley Master's offer, but I need more time to consider it.
He expressed it politely since she had taught him something.
It was essentially no different from a refusal.
At this, Hang Yeo-ryang let out a small snort.
'Do you think you can escape from this Valley Master?'
She had already made up her mind to accept Mok Gyeong-un as her disciple.
Therefore, she was determined to make him beg her to accept him as a disciple, using whatever means necessary.
-If you're considering the two kings, I'd like to tell you that it's a foolish choice.
-A foolish choice?
-Bright Blade King Son Yun already has four disciples and a designated successor. If you were to join them, do you think you'd be able to fully showcase your talent?
-Ah… Is that so?
-Hehehe. From the looks of it, you must have thought of choosing Thunderbolt Fist King in mind. But do you know this?
-What are you referring to?
-The Thunderbolt Fist King's only disciple became crippled in his right arm while learning his secret techniques.
'Hmm.'
At her words, Mok Gyeong-un stroked his chin.
In fact, he hadn't chosen anyone yet.
Originally, he had his sights set on Baek Sa-ha, the Poison Annihilation King, but since he didn't attend as a spectator, his original plan had been disrupted.
However, if what Hang Yeo-ryang said was true, becoming a disciple of the two kings might turn out to be quite troublesome.
'Internal competition or the risk of martial arts?'
Whichever it was, it became unpleasant to choose.
However, this information was ultimately Hang Yeo-ryang's attempt to exclude these two individuals.
Therefore, Mok Gyeong-un considered it as information to be referenced, nothing more, nothing less.
-Yes, I will keep the Valley Master's advice in mind.
-…
At Mok Gyeong-un's words, which seemed to draw a line, she tapped her fingers on the chair.
This kid seemed to be more stubborn than he appeared.
If it weren't for the final gate or the closing ceremony, she would have wanted to forcibly take him away and reshape his mental state to her liking.
However, the most troublesome person was right across the platform.
Bright Blade King Son Yun.
He was someone who interfered and obstructed her affairs at every turn.
But now, that time was not far off.
Once she reached the seventh stage, the pinnacle of the Sound Wave Transmission Technique (派攻音響功), no one would be able to stand against her, except for the two among the Five Kings who had attained the realm of Awakening.
Even the Bright Blade King was no exception.
Thus, she decided to change her approach and try to coax and persuade Mok Gyeong-un this time.
-Do you know why this Valley Master only wanted to accept female disciples?
-…
-This Valley has always accepted mostly female disciples, except in truly special cases. And it's not limited to disciples. The majority of those in my Valley are women.
-…
-If you become this Valley Master's disciple, you'll be able to enjoy the feeling of being the First Emperor of the Epang Palace[2]. Doesn't it tempt you?
-…I apologize.
Mok Gyeong-un flatly refused her temptation.
'Look at this brat.'
He should be at an age where his blood was boiling, yet he even rejected such a proposal?
At this sight, Hang Yeo-ryang's annoyance started to rise, going beyond his stubbornness.
Originally, she had a whimsical temperament and didn't engage in persuading others or such acts.
If she liked something, she would forcibly take it, that's all.
'If he keeps responding like this…'
Her patience was reaching its limit, but she decided to endure it one last time.
-From what I can see, you seem to be learning sword techniques. In that case, wouldn't it be even better to become this Valley Master's disciple?
-…What do you mean by that?
-The Bright Blade King and the Shadow Master are masters of blade techniques, and the Thunderbolt Fist King, as his title suggests, is a master of the Thunderstrike Fist. However, judging from the duel, it seems that what you primarily trained in is sword techniques.
She considered Mok Gyeong-un's sword techniques to be more refined than his fist techniques during the duel.
In that regard, she deduced that Mok Gyeong-un had mainly practiced sword techniques.
At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un spoke,
-As far as I know, the Valley Master is primarily skilled in sound techniques.
-Hehehe. While that is certainly true, the Valley Master is also a master of the sword, comparable to my own sound techniques. I can confidently say that if you learn the Striking Sword Technique[3], one of my Valley's legacies, you will reach an even higher realm of swordsmanship.
'Striking Sword Technique?'
Did she also have proficiency in sword techniques?
However, there was one fact that Hang Yeo-ryang was unaware of.
Mok Gyeong-un smiled and said,
-I am grateful for your words, but I don't necessarily have to focus on sword techniques.
Although she didn't know, Mok Gyeong-un hadn't devoted himself solely to the sword.
He was prepared to learn whatever he deemed necessary.
However, Mok Gyeong-un's response ultimately angered Hang Yeo-ryang.
-Tsk!
'This Valley Master is offering such a proposal, yet he keeps arrogantly refusing.'
If carrots didn't work, then the answer was the whip.
In fact, that was more convenient for her.
-This Valley Master is holding you in such high regard and trying to accept you as a disciple, yet you are being utterly arrogant. Very well. In that case, I'll have to accept that Mok Yu-cheon brat who is currently engaged in a duel as a subordinate of my Valley.
'Mok Yu-cheon?'
Mok Yu-cheon and the evil spirit possessing Yeom Ga from the Vermillion Slaughter Cave were in the midst of a fierce duel at the training ground in the center of the plaza.
They were almost evenly matched.
Most of the leaders were also watching their duel with interest.
-I heard that the child is your younger brother, right?
Before the duel, when Won Byeong-hak, the Thunderbolt Fist King, learned that the two shared the same surname, Mok, he had asked if they were siblings.
In response, Lee Ji-yeom, the Corpse Blood Valley Master, deemed it acceptable to reveal that information and confirmed it.
That was how she knew about it.
-Yes, that's correct.
-I see. That child also seems quite useful. Don't you think?
-…
-If he's such a useful talent, I should accept him as a subordinate, play with him for a while, and then kill him when I lose interest.
At her words, Mok Gyeong-un couldn't help but chuckle.
As he continued to express his refusal, she was now blatantly threatening him.
Although she spoke indirectly, she was threatening to take his younger brother as a subordinate and kill him if Mok Gyeong-un didn't become her disciple.
'Try refusing again this time.'
She twitched her lips and looked at Mok Gyeong-un with malicious eyes.
Considering that both siblings had made it to this stage, they must have relied on each other while passing through the gates.
In that case, their brotherly bond should be deep.
'If you don't want to let your younger brother die, obediently become the Valley Master's disciple…'
-Do as you please.
'!?'
Suddenly, upon hearing Mok Gyeong-un's transmitted voice echoing in her ears, her expression, which had been twitching her lips venomously, stiffened.
What did he mean by doing as she pleased?
For a moment, she doubted her own ears.
Hang Yeo-ryang spoke in a voice mixed with anger,
-You must think that this Valley Master wouldn't actually do it.
She was someone who followed through on her words.
How dare a mere student not listen to her words and respond in such a manner?
Fine. Then she would truly show him.
-It's all your own doing. Let's see if you can remain so composed after losing your younger brother.
-Yes, yes. Do as you please.
-Ha! You…
-You can kill him, I don't mind, and you can even dismember him and turn him into a cripple after playing with him. After all, that's the Valley Master's decision for the subordinate you're taking in.
-What?
-If my younger brother can make the Valley Master happy even in such a way, that would be quite fortunate.
-Tsk!
He says that with a smile on his face.
-…
Suddenly, rather than her anger rising, she was left dumbfounded.
What was wrong with that brat?
Although there was a distance between them, as someone who had reached the Transcendent Realm, she could see Mok Gyeong-un's face to a certain extent.
How could he smile and say it was fine to kill his younger brother or turn him into a cripple?
It wasn't an expression of pretending to be composed while scheming something.
His face truly seemed to convey that he didn't mind.
'…Is that kid really in his right mind?'