How to Live as a Magician in the Martial Arts World Episode 53
Chapter 13. Sibi (3)
Sacheon is large.
And, Daeryongpyoguk is not the only flagpole active in Sacheon.
There were many sects, some of which had enormous power comparable to that of a major sect.
Jinryungpyo-guk was exactly that kind of place.
It may not be considered the best in Sacheon, but it is at least one of the first countries to be considered when entrusting a prize to someone in the area.
Although the territory overlaps with that of Daeryongpyo, there have been no significant conflicts so far.
That is, until Daeryongpyoguk joined an organization called Nokrim Road Alliance.
“Weren’t you originally just guys who took on the requests left over from our Jinryeongpyo-guk? You joined hands with bandits and now you’re the Sacheon Jeilpyo-guk?”
“I’m not a bandit. I’m a member of the Nokrim Road Alliance.”
“Huh, isn’t that the same thing? If you build a road on the land of the country without permission and don’t allow people to pass if they don’t pay the toll, or if you force them to pay money, how is that any different from banditry?”
“If you don’t like it, just don’t pass it by.”
Lim Jun-gyu stood up and responded.
“The female warriors of the Murim Alliance, Cheon Yeo-hyang, also paid the toll when passing through the Nokrim Road Alliance. What are you complaining about?”
The head of the Jinryungpyo country frowned.
Since Pyo-guk was closer to the world of martial arts, it was difficult to argue with Im Jun-gyu when he brought up the greetings of the martial arts alliance.
“Short stature. A pockmarked face. Short arms and legs. So, you’re the Lim So-gyu of the So-guk-ju of the So-ryong-pyo-guk?”
“… … .”
The veins on Lim Jun-gyu’s forehead bulged.
That one short sentence contains everything that could possibly upset you.
“I heard that you were a disciple of Cheongseong, but you couldn’t last long because you lacked the qualities. I heard that these days, you’re wielding an axe and acting like an ignorant person… … It’s definitely a weapon worthy of those who have joined hands with bandits! If this continues, won’t Soryongpyo-guk later turn into Soryongsanchae?”
“Wahahahaha!”
“That’s right, that’s right!”
Lim Jun-gyu’s face turned extremely red.
I understand what they mean, but it is humiliating to just let this level of insult pass.
“My Lord, the Small Country.”
“Don’t stop me.”
“No, we have no intention of tolerating it either.”
Lim Jun-gyu spat and said.
“Come on, you little brats! I don’t know if it’s the True Spirit Pyo-guk or what, but it’s not like you’re going to protect your target by opening your mouth, right?”
With those words, the two sides began to rush towards each other.
“Get behind!”
“They’re just like those bastards who stick together with these bandits!”
While both sides fought, each hurling insults, Lim Jun-gyu quickly moved and threw a punch.
The martial arts that were used to strike iron were being used to strike people’s faces.
Lim Jun-gyu’s confidence that he was approaching first-class level was not an exaggeration. He was definitely showing better movements than second-class players.
“Eww!”
“It’s a fight!”
The once peaceful guesthouse suddenly became a mess.
And for the first time in a while, Lim Jun-gyu felt happy.
“Everyone, come at me! Hahahahaha!”
Lately, I’ve been making a lot of mistakes, missing things, and messing up things here and there, so I guess my self-esteem has already been a little low.
In such a situation, it’s bound to be fun to finally show off your skills.
“You must be having fun.”
That was only for a moment.
At the sound of the familiar voice, Lim Jun-gyu felt his heated blood cool down in an instant.
I turned my head, and sure enough, there was a familiar face there.
He wasn’t wearing a dobok, so he didn’t recognize me at first, but it was definitely someone he knew.
“Woman, Cheongsong death penalty… …?”
Why are you here?
This is Cheongsong, who is currently practicing in Cheongseongpa as a formal disciple.
There is a reason why such a person would be here… … .
There was.
‘Come to think of it, Cheongsong Sa-hyeong in the secular world was the second son of Jinryeongpyo Guk-ju.’
“It’s nice to see you after such a long time.”
Cheongsong smiled faintly, but in reality, they weren’t that close.
Quite the opposite.
“But death penalty? Are you really qualified to call me that?”
“What… … are you talking about?”
“I’ve been hearing strange things lately. I heard that one of Cheongseong’s disciples is not only hanging out with bandits, but has also become the bandits’ disciple.”
“… … .”
“Im Jun-gyu. Is that true?”
Lim Jun-gyu couldn’t open his mouth.
Not only was I unable to come up with anything to say in rebuttal, but I was frozen in front of Cheongsong, my ill-fated friend, like a frog in front of a snake.
Meanwhile, Cheongsong’s face became darker.
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. Since you seem to enjoy fighting, I feel no hesitation either. Let’s have a fight after a long time.”
As he said that, Cheongsong took out the wooden sword he had prepared in advance. Then, as if doing a favor, he threw one to Im Jun-gyu as well.
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“F, death penalty.”
“Why are you like that? You’re not attacking me. I don’t think that’ll happen, but if by any chance you defeat me, I’ll gladly step down from this place.”
As he said this, Cheongsong put blue energy on the wooden sword.
It was a unique qigong technique of Cheongseongpa called Cheongganggi (靑剛氣).
Adding energy to a sword is proof that it is first-class.
“If you won’t come, I’ll go.”
Cheongsong, who had said that, lightly attacked Im Jun-gyu.
The sword strikes, like fan ribs, continued towards Im Jun-gyu.
Lim Jun-gyu blocked it with a wooden sword while he was absent-minded.
Cheongsong’s eyebrows narrowed.
“Oh, you little guy. I guess your skills have improved quite a bit.”
“I’m not the old me… …!”
“Is that so? But I also… … seem to have forgotten that I am not the same person I used to be.”
Cheongsong’s sword was bent.
As I lightly dodged, stabbed, and struck Im Jun-gyu’s sword, Im Jun-gyu was quickly cornered and began to retreat.
“What’s wrong? Have you forgotten all the basics of the Cheonggang Sword Technique? Now, try receiving the Cheonggumu Ryu!”
The sword strike, which seemed to curve, struck Im Jun-gyu’s sword, leaving a long afterimage.
Cheongsong had very long limbs. As Cheongsong swung his sword like a whip, Im Jun-gyu could not help but block it and the shock built up.
Kwajik!
“ah.”
And the moment after the wooden sword broke, it was deeply embedded in Lim Jun-gyu’s shoulder.
“As expected, you are a disgrace to Cheongseong.”
puck!
“These days, people don’t carry swords, but carry large poles and carry them around, right?”
puck!
“Did Cheongseong’s martial arts seem that light?”
puck!
From then on, the one-sided beatings began. They were merciless beatings that broke Im Jun-gyu’s will to resist.
“Ahhh! Kwaaahh!”
“Stop! Isn’t that too much!?”
“It’s Cheongseong’s business! He is teaching the priests as a death sentence, so don’t interfere.”
“… … !”
“You should worry more about your opponent.”
At the same time as Cheongsong’s groan, the fist of the Jinryeongpyo leader was swung into the face of the protesting leader.
The once tight balance was soon tilted completely to one side.
“It looks like Jinryungpyo-guk is winning.”
“I guess so.”
“But, sir, are you okay? Your expression is peaceful.”
“what.”
The innkeeper looked at the inn becoming a mess and sighed in relief.
“It’s not something that happens in a day or two… … If you get excited and depressed over every little thing like this, you won’t be able to do this. But today is a little better. Since both of you are famous here, shouldn’t you compensate us somewhere? Did you send the person earlier? Until then, there’s nothing we can do. Why don’t you bring some snacks?”
“Is this prepared for the evening business?”
“Look at the state of the guest house. Who else will come today?”
At the innkeeper’s words, Jeomsoi looked at him with a look of respect.
Indeed, experience is something that cannot be taken lightly.
Squeak.
But the door opened, making the innkeeper’s words meaningless.
“… … Hmm. Really.”
Even though he had come in, no one except the innkeeper paid any attention to him and was busy fighting.
Jegal Hyunmong glanced around the inn and made a quick judgment on the situation.
‘You’re losing like crazy.’
Although the Jinryongpyoguk’s signposts were not in perfect condition, the proportion of those lying on the floor or in poor condition was high among the Daeryongpyoguk’s signposts.
The reason is probably because of Lim Jun-gyu, who is being beaten by a Taoist priest right now.
Jegal Hyunmong looked at his master.
“It’s been a while. I’m hungry, so could you please make me a quick snack?”
“… … Are you saying that now?”
The innkeeper, who was already familiar with him, said so, but Jegal Hyunmong waved his hand as if it was okay.
And then, he just walks into the middle of the chaos.
“Hey, hey! Hyunmong, you. Can’t you see what’s happening right now? If you don’t want to get caught up in something, get out quickly!”
“Shouldn’t we take care of this situation first? Please give me a bucket of water first.”
The innkeeper and Jeomso-yi were bewildered by Jegal Hyeonmong’s words.
“Come on. You two don’t want the guest house to get ruined any further, do you?”
“… … Oh, oh. Okay. Okay. Jangsam!”
When Jeomso-i Jang-sam came carrying a ladle of water, Jegal Hyeon-mong accepted the ladle and lightly waved it with his magic wand.
The two rings split the water inside the bowl, and it began to cool down.
Jegal Hyunmong, who had just finished making the drink, scattered it around.
Choaack!
‘Dragon? Snake?’
Jeom So-yi, who was watching the scene, thought the same thing without realizing it.
It seemed like a simple sprinkle of water, but it stretched out like a long whip, and water was sprinkled equally on everyone with just one bucket.
Chomp!
Cheongsong, who was beating Im Jun-gyu vigorously, noticed this and dodged the water shower by cutting the water with his wooden sword and asked.
“What are you doing?”
“What are you doing? Look at the troubled expression on the innkeeper’s face.”
‘It’s because of you!’
The innkeeper looked at Jegal Hyeonmong and Cheongsong with a thoughtful face.
“… … I see. I’ve been very rude. If you file a claim for compensation at the Jinryungpyo Office later, I’ll compensate you in full.”
“Yes, they say the Jinryungpyo State will compensate you in full.”
Cheongsong looked at Jegal Hyeonmong.
“So, are you the famous Muhujaerim?”
“… … Is that nickname so widespread that you could call it famous?”
Zhuge Xuanmong sighed deeply.
They say that the more wealth there is, the further it spreads, and I thought that was what they were talking about.
“He’s famous. He calls himself a lowly scholar, but he entered the Daeryongpyo Kingdom and grew his power. He’s said to have used all sorts of mysterious magic to bewitch people. He’s even said to have charmed the inspectors of the Murim Alliance and made them his allies. Some say he’s a sorcerer who’s trying to unite the Sachon Murim based on this series of events.”
“… … .”
Zhuge Xuanmong was so shocked that he couldn’t open his mouth.
‘No, how could there not be a single thing true in that long story?’
Cheongsong narrowed his eyes at that sight.
“Your expression hasn’t changed at all. Is this what it means to be relaxed?”
I was just so shocked I couldn’t speak.
Cheongsong threw down the wooden sword and drew his real sword.
“Now, sorcerer. What is your true identity? What is your purpose? I, Cheongsong, the second disciple of Cheongseongpa, will reveal your true identity.”
“Hey, have we met somewhere?”
“… … What are you talking about all of a sudden? There’s no way I’d ever meet someone like you.”
“Um, no. It looks familiar.”
As I was looking at Cheongsong in amazement, something came to mind.
That look, that speech, that way of dressing… … .
“Oh, by any chance, didn’t you live here when you were young?”
“Of course I’ve lived here since this is my hometown.”
“You got into a lot of alley fights, didn’t you?”
“Is this some kind of sorcery?”
Although Cheongsong was wary of the question and did not respond, Jegal Hyunmong opened his mouth.
“Did you happen to get into an alley fight and get so flustered in a narrow alley that you ended up hitting your wooden sword against the wall and dropping it?”
“… … .”
Cheongsong’s expression became subtle.
It’s a bit… to say I skipped over it… Isn’t the story too detailed?
That too is a story of his childhood.
“You… … what?”
Cheongsong’s eyes widened as he looked at Jegal Hyeonmong’s face.
