< Episode 38 Skills (1) >
The second disciple, Jang Neungak, is one of the candidates for the next Hoeju.
There is considerable disagreement about his origins, and many take issue with his inclinations and behavior.
However, although he was overflowing with greed, those who recognized Jang Neung-ak thought that his resourcefulness would make Cheonjihoe stand tall again as a pillar of the central plain.
As was the case with the great disciple Na Yu-ryang, Jang Neung-ak had built up quite a bit of power.
The estimated size was estimated to be as high as 30% within the Cheonjihoe.
Among the forces of that size, there are the next generation of strong players who become the main axis, and Jang Neungak called these members of his family as follows.
‘Five Akhoe (Five Mountains Club).’
Five great mountains.
It literally meant his five favorite limbs.
Jang Neungak, who liked ordering and ranking, encouraged competition by periodically having his subordinates compete to determine new rankings.
As a result, five strong people were decided, and these were the Oakhoe.
Excluding Jang Neungak, there are five in total.
Among them, except for the female guard of Ho Jong-hyuk, the great leader of the Bucheoldan, all of them were gathered from Iak to Oak.
Most people think that Ho Jong-hyeok, a disciple of King Pabu Ho Taekang, one of the five kings and one of the eight stars in the central plains, was one of either Irak or Irak, but the reality was different.
‘Iak (二岳) Wimaengcheon.’
Even though he was blind in both eyes, he was a strong man who could fight all evil.
And among the members of the Five Evil Association, he was the only one who was not from the Heaven and Earth Association but was brought in from outside, and he had one ability that everyone was reluctant to do as much as his inaction.
These were his super senses that arose when he lost his eyesight.
Among them, hearing was by far the most outstanding.
[It’s a useful talent.]
Zhang Nengyu highly evaluated Wei Mengchen’s hearing ability.
That’s because Wei Meng-cheon was able to read other people’s emotions and distinguish between lies and truth with this ridiculous level of hearing.
-thud! thud! thud!
‘······Constant.’
From the first time he saw this man, Wei Mengchen had been carefully listening to his heartbeat.
Normally, that didn’t mean he cared about all the people he didn’t know.
But it all started because of the escort next to him.
[Confucius. I need to say hello quickly. The person in front is Confucius Jang Neung-ak, Lord Hui’s second disciple.]
Just from this conversation, Wei Mengchen learned that one of those approaching was his first encounter with his lord, Zhang Nengyue.
Normally, when you first meet a disciple of Huaiju, unless you are an executive-level person, there is a noticeable emotional change and a change in the heartbeat.
however,
‘It’s too constant.’
There is no change in the heart sound.
I just kept pounding and running, and this could be said to be too regular.
Even when I sleep, my heart rate changes when my dreams become disturbed, so how can it be so constant?
This level is almost the same as that of an extremely trained assassin.
However, even assassins experience changes in their heart sounds.
‘Who is it?’
First of all, this is also the first time I’ve seen him.
Because Wei Mengchen was blind, he was able to distinguish between other people through the sound of their footsteps, their heartbeat, and the sounds they made as a habit.
But this was someone I had never heard of before.
‘Keep your composure even after seeing Confucius…’
The sense of inaction was at the level of the beginning of the climax, but it was unusual for a self-governing high school that was only at the level of a senior warrior or a great master.
And Wei Maeng-cheon realized through Jang Neung-eok’s test that Mokgyeong-un was definitely different.
Even though he lost his eyesight, he knows how precious eyes are to people.
Therefore, most people were able to confirm that when someone targets their eyes, their heart rate increases in comparison to normal times.
But,
-thud! thud! thud!
‘······What on earth is this?’
How is it that the sound is no different from before?
It seemed like he flinched in surprise when he saw a moving sound or reaction, but there was no change in his heart sound.
It was as simple as going about everyday life.
‘what?’
This is my first time seeing someone like this.
Nothing represents emotions better than the sound of the heart.
But how can this happen?
It was only for a moment that he was puzzled, and Wei Mengchen was certain of this much.
“Unless your ears are wrong, the person in front of you is not surprised at all. Confucius.”
“······You weren’t surprised at all?”
Hearing Wei Mengchen’s words, Jang Nengye looked at Mu Qingyun with harsh eyes.
Although he knew nothing else, he trusted the judgment of Wei Meng-cheon, who had an excellent ability to read others.
“Are you really not surprised?”
Hearing his words, Mok Gyeong-un waved his hand and said.
“······Can that be possible? “I almost got stabbed in the eye, but who isn’t surprised?”
-widely!
At that time, Jang Neungak placed the head of the fan on Mok Gyeongun’s chest.
Although he did not have extrasensory sensations like Wei Mengchen, he was able to judge the heartbeat through a medium even without directly touching it.
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Soon Jang Neungak snorted and opened his mouth.
“This is a really fun guy.”
“what? “Is it true that Lord Mengchen is right?”
A woman with red clothes and thick lips asked with interest.
Then Jang Neung-ak swept the fan over his chest and placed it on Mo Gyeong-un’s chin and said.
“Do you have a lot of guts? Or are you hiding your skills?”
Jang Neung-ak’s eyes seemed to penetrate Mo Gyeong-un.
Seeing him like this, Mok Gyeong-un clicked his tongue inwardly.
I thought I could fool him just by managing my facial expressions and acting appropriately, but it seems that the blind man is more annoying than I thought.
The person who hears the heartbeat is the first person to meet.
-Rebirth. Stay calm. Anyway, even if your hearing is abnormally good, it doesn’t mean your true skills have been revealed.
Cheongryeong said to Mokgyeongun.
The situation was different from when I was in Sihyeolgok.
Getting into a relationship with a disciple of Hoiju would be beyond annoying and could make it difficult to resolve one’s resentment before doing anything.
‘This guy shouldn’t act unexpectedly.’
Although they had been together so far, Mok Gyeong-un’s actions were unpredictable.
That’s why she was concerned.
The answer was to suppress emotions in situations where one was not fully prepared.
At that time, Mok Kyung-un opened his mouth.
“I heard that you are one of the people closest to Hoeju.”
“hmm?”
One of Jang Neungak’s eyebrows rose slightly at the words spoken by Mo Kyung-un.
It seemed like he didn’t feel too bad about what he just said.
Mok Kyung-un continued what he was saying.
“The teacher who taught us said that even if there is a great tiger in front of us, we must remain calm to survive.”
At his words, the corners of Jang Neungak’s mouth slightly turned up.
Contrary to his appearance, he seemed to be a guy who knew how to talk loudly.
By calling himself a great tiger, he was exalting himself because he was something he could not handle, and by trying to remain calm in order to survive, he was lowering himself.
Jang Neungak said this.
“You seem to be quite good at handling yourself.”
“Even if you have a lot of guts, how can you behave carelessly when the Master can kill someone like me at any time if he wants to?”
“It’s not stupid. okay. “He who knows how to conduct himself will live a long life.”
-Thrill!
Mo Qingyun glanced at the fan resting beneath his neck.
There wasn’t anything sharp, but the energy flowing out from the area it touched seemed like it was going to stab my neck at any moment.
It was certainly not out of the ordinary for a disciple of the head of the Cheonjihoe.
“······I will keep your words in mind.”
At Mok Gyeong-un’s answer, Jang Neung-ak laughed and took the fan off his neck and walked away from Mok Gyeong-un while holding his back.
Is it possible to move on quietly?
But Jang Neungak walked a few steps forward and said.
“But. I understand that you have good behavior, but you can’t have this level of calm if you don’t have skills to back it up. Isn’t it? “Maengcheon.”
“That’s right. Confucius.”
“I see, Confucius, as calm as you are, I think you, the hostage, are hiding your skills. “I don’t know what method or method it is.”
Mok Kyung-un lowered his head and spoke in a low posture.
“Is that possible? “It doesn’t meet the standards you expect.”
“There’s no way a guy who doesn’t meet the requirements would be the top valedictorian at the gateway to Sihyeolgok for no reason. Isn’t it? Jonghyuk.”
-Kkukkkuk!
To that question, he took a sip of the liquor from Ho Jong-hyeok’s bottle, the leader of the Bucheoldan, and answered by wiping his lips with his sleeve.
“If I were to say that I was a top student based on my current ability, it would be impossible unless I had heavenly luck or there was corruption within Sihyeolgok.”
“I have the same thoughts as this Confucius.”
-Sreung!
At that time, the blind Wei Mengchen lifted up the bamboo stick as if pulling it slightly.
Then the sharp blade hidden inside revealed itself.
“It will be easy to find out if you test it. Confucius Please leave it to me. I’ll check.”
At those words, a woman in red with thick lips also stepped forward.
“Ho ho ho. I’ll try it. “I want to see if his skills are as good as his handsome face.”
Jang Neung-ak chuckled and laughed at the sight of the two people showing their enthusiasm, shook his head, and then spoke to the large, muscular man with a rough beard reminiscent of Jang Ik-deok, who had been silent all this time.
“Jermopal.”
“yes. “My lord.”
“I want to see this guy’s real skills.”
“yes. “My lord.”
The words were almost over.
-Pot!
The man, or rather Jemor Pal, who had been standing still, suddenly moved.
Jeomopal, whose movements were unbelievably fast for such a large man, immediately tried to hit Mokgyeongun’s head with both clasped hands.
-Sigh!
In response, Mok Gyeong-un performed a step and opened the new form behind him.
Then Jeomopal lowered his slashed arm and rushed forward like a wild boar.
It felt like it could destroy anything.
However, despite this momentum, Mok Gyeong-un did not lose his composure at all and continued to widen the distance by using footwork.
-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!
“joy!”
In response, Jeomopal stomped on the ground and stretched out his fist towards Mok Gyeong-un, who was widening the distance.
-thud!
Then at that moment,
-Paaaaang!
White light flickered from Jeomopal’s fist, and at that moment, something invisible and heavy rushed into Mokgyeongun’s face.
This was a wind blow.
As the wind filled with energy flew in, Mok Gyeong-un, who found it difficult to avoid it, crossed his arms and immediately took a defensive stance.
-Paaaaaaa!
Mok Gyeong-un’s new model was pushed back about six steps as its crossed arms were hit by a wind.
-Chrrrrrrrr!
Mo Kyung-un’s eyes narrowed as his arms trembled.
I guessed it to some extent because of the aura he was displaying, but as expected, this person called Jeomopal possessed inaction that reached its peak.
However, if you look at the power of the fist itself, it was superior to that.
It seemed that he had external and internal skills that were almost at the peak level.
‘That won’t work.’
It seemed difficult to properly deal with this person with his hidden skills.
However, if you show your skills properly, it will turn out just as Jang Neungak wants.
‘There’s nothing we can do.’
It seemed like it would be better to just give him a moderate beating.
My pride wasn’t particularly hurt by this.
It was better to get hit a few times and avoid it than to get involved in something annoying right away.
It was then.
-puck!
Before he knew it, Jeo Mo-pal’s fist, which had launched a new model, hit Mok-gyeong-un in the face, causing his head to fall to the side and hit the floor.
-bang!
‘Whoa.’
This hurts a little.
But this level of pain is nothing.
Even worse than this was Mok Gyeong-un, who endured it without even making a groan.
At that time, Jeomopal hit Mokgyeongun’s abdomen with his head on the floor and kicked him with a powerful kick.
-puck!
-Chrrrrrrrr!
Mok Gyeong-un, who was hit in the abdomen, was pushed away on his back.
Seeing this, Ho Jong-hyuk, the great leader of the Bujeoldan, clicked his tongue.
“Tsk tsk. I’ll catch it. “I’ll catch you.”
When I saw the movements of the body performing the steps, I thought it would be at the level of a fully matured climax, but when I saw him being helplessly defeated, I wondered if it wasn’t at that level.
Although Jeomopal was considered to be a low-ranking player among the five evil spirits, he was a skill that was close to the pinnacle.
A person of such skill is determined and shows inaction, so even if he is the master of Sihyeolgok, how can he be a match for him?
“Hmm.”
‘Is it just this much?’
Hui Zhou’s second disciple, Jang Neungak’s eyes were filled with disappointment.
I thought they would show me as much as I expected, but as I kept getting beat up, my expectations were gradually disappearing.
Well, even if he had hidden his skills in the first place, there was no way he could be a match for the Five Evil Man Jemopal.
“That’s it. Now…”
I was going to tell you to finish it in moderation, but
“The heart sound is still normal.”
“what?”
“Please leave it to me.”
-Pot!
With those words, someone jumped out.
He was none other than the blind man Wi Meng-cheon, the second mountain.
-Sreung!
Wei Meng-cheon, who pulled out the sword hidden in his bamboo stick, flew in an instant and slashed the sword towards the neck of Mo Gyeong-un, who was being beaten by Jeo Mo-pal.
He unleashed his killing energy to the fullest and showed signs of cutting off his head in one fell swoop.
-Chaaaaaaaa!
It was the moment when the blade was about to touch my neck.
-visor!
-Paaaaaaa!
‘!?’
At that moment, Jeomopal’s eyes widened.
Mo Kyung-un lightly caught the fist he was throwing with his left hand, and before he knew it, he struck with his sword and blocked Wei Meng-cheon’s sword.
“You guy…”
He was about to say that it was true that he hid his skills, but Mu Qingyun looked at the blind Wei Mengchen as if he was not even paying attention and said.
“I was welcoming you to the best of my ability, but you’re giving me trouble.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
This rat-like bastard was arrogant and dared to hit me?
Mopal’s anger rose at Mok Gyeong-un’s words, so he shook off the grabbed fist and tried to hit Mok Gyeong-un in the face with his opposite fist.
however,
-Wood clack!
“Turn it off!”
-thud!
At that moment, with a groan of pain coming from Jemorpal’s mouth, the grabbed right wrist was bent backwards, and he was forced to kneel on the floor.
‘What kind of workmanship does this guy have?’
Jeomopal could not contain his astonishment.
This guy’s strength was surpassing his own, which was nearing its peak.
< Episode 38 Skills (1) > End
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