< Episode 33: Battle for Disciple (1) >
‘I’m embarrassed.’
It was Sihyeolgokju Lee Ji-yeom who went up to the podium and tried to shout that the dance was over.
However, I had no idea that a war of nerves would arise between the two most influential high-ranking executives, the Five Kings.
‘······I understand the intention, but it seemed too excessive.’
Lee Ji-yeom glanced at Mok Gyeong-un and stuck out his tongue.
In fact, he, too, could not help but be surprised when he saw Mo Kyung-un competing with Mu Jang-yak and copying Chairman Woo Kwon’s tricks at once.
I’m sure he knew that the master was possessed within him, but if not for that, he would have been as anxious as these people to be his disciples due to his innate talent.
In any case, their nervousness had to be stopped in order to proceed smoothly.
“Hmm. “The two of you…”
However, as I was about to start speaking, I heard Amjongju’s voice from the left side.
“Oh ho ho. “I’m sorry, but is it okay if I say something while you two are talking?”
When the head of the clan stepped forward as if to mediate, the two Five Kings, who were about to intensify their feelings for each other, simultaneously turned their gaze towards him.
Among them, Son Yun, the more aggressive King of Myeongdo, spoke in a somewhat sharp voice.
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m telling you this because I don’t think there’s any need for two highly-reputed people in this association to get their feelings hurt over a single talented person.”
Normally, they would have quickly come to their senses after hearing this.
However, this time the situation was an exception.
If he could pass all the gates of Sihyeolgok, most of the qualities that a warrior must have were proven, and it also meant that he had fierce survival skills.
However, not only that, but it is not enough to reach the peak at the age of 17, and he also possesses an innate talent that allows him to imitate tricks that even the best masters cannot do without knowing.
Who would want to miss someone like this?
“I understand what Lord Amjong is talking about, but this is the business of the King of Violence and himself, so please do not get involved.”
Son Yun, the King of Myeongdo, gave a strong warning.
On the other hand, Won Byeong-hak, the King of Violent Power, did not say anything.
It was not due to his personality as a gentleman, but because he had gone to Amjongju the night before and asked him not to touch the child of Bijyeongmun.
“Hmm.”
I thought that a talent of that level could never be missed, so I kept my guard up, but of course I had no choice but to be noticed.
Fortunately, he did not make such a request to King Myeongdo, but he just hoped that the Queen of Amjong would not bring this up.
While doing so, the head of Amjong smiled and said.
“But what’s the point in you two deciding who will take the talent here?”
At those words, King Son Yun’s eyebrows rose.
Could it be that Amjongju also wants to participate in this competition for talent?
Son Yun spoke as if warning.
“No way, you too, that child…”
“Ahhh. That’s not what I meant. What I mean is, if we follow the rules of the royal family, it is pointless for the two of you to argue like this.”
“What do you mean it’s useless?”
To the two puzzled kings, Lord Amjong pointed to Mokgyeongun with his hand and said:
“It’s hard to confirm because we haven’t seen the performance of the other cadets yet, but if that cadet passes the last hurdle at the top…”
‘!!!!!’
Although the words were blurred, everyone understood what Amjongju was saying.
When I thought about it, if I was that level of martial arts, there was a very high chance that I would pass the last hurdle as a top student.
In that case, the choice was up to the cadet.
In the end, the whole war of words over who would receive Mok Gyeong-un as his disciple might have been futile.
‘okay. There is no point in arguing among ourselves.’
Unlike those who agreed with the words of Lord Amjong, Hang Yeoliang, Lord of Choeumgok, looked at Mo Gyeongyun and his eyes sparkled.
* * *
Mo Kyung-un sat on the floor, crossed his arms, and watched the next fight.
The next secret dance was the turn of Moharang of Mohwabang, the third member, and Yeon Moo-ung, the fourth member of Bigyeongmun.
They were already fighting fiercely.
The aspect of the confrontation between Moharang, who is based on Kwae (快) and the secret assassination technique, and Yeon Moo-ung, who uses a strong hand based on the external attack called Cheolhyeon-gong, was quite interesting.
Should we call it a battle between lightness and heaviness?
-Papa papapak!
So far, the amount of energy consumed was low and stamina was sufficient, so the fight between the two was even.
However, if you only look at the fighting aspect, Moharang, who values pleasure, seems to get tired faster because his movements are two to three times faster than Yeon Moo-ung.
As I am watching the match,
-Who do you think will win?
The young man asked.
Mok Kyung-un muttered quietly without the slightest hesitation.
“Moharang.”
-Hoo. My insight has improved considerably.
She also had the same opinion as Mok Gyeong-un.
On the surface, Yeon Moo-woong, who moves seriously and exerts force, may be considered to have an advantage over time, but the level difference between the two was stark.
In Mu Qingyun’s eyes, Yeon Muxiong was still unable to keep up with Moharang’s movements even after competing with more than twenty herbivores, while she was gradually attacking Yeon Muxiong’s weaknesses.
Just by looking at this, it was clear that Moharang was one step above Yeonmuwoong.
“Damn it!”
As Mok Gyeong-un expected, Yeon Moo-woong was gradually becoming impatient.
Yeon Moo-ung, whose Cheolhyeon-gong had only reached level 7, had three weak points.
It was the face, armpits, and ankles.
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When Cheolhyeonggong reaches its polarity, the entire body becomes hard as a stone, and most of the weak points are resolved at that time.
However, Yeon Moo-woong still had a weakness.
-Park!
“Sigh!”
Before he knew it, one of Moharrang’s daggers had penetrated into his armpit area, one of his weak points.
Yeon Moo-woong, who had been firmly maintaining his position, eventually took a step back and took a step back.
Of this she could be sure.
‘found.’
In an unfinished external hole, there are inevitably weak points.
Now that I’ve found it, I can play the game.
‘You are finished.’
-widely! Paaaaaaaaaa!
When she let go of the dagger, the silver thread attached to it moved like a living snake and caught up with Yeon Mu-woong, who was trying to widen the distance.
It harassed Yeon Mu-ung by targeting his armpits so persistently.
“shit!”
An angry Yeon Mu-woong tried to swat away the eunsa, but it tangled like a spider’s web and wrapped around his arm.
Seeing this, Mok Kyung-un chuckled.
There will be a winner soon.
It will be difficult to endure since it is at a higher level than you and your weaknesses have been revealed.
At that time, Jusalgok’s Yeomga, or rather, the demon monk who was possessed by him, came to Mokgyeongun’s side and whispered in a low voice.
“master. “What should I do?”
Ma Seung glanced at someone.
He was Mo Yu-cheon.
Although he knew that Mok Kyung-un didn’t have any special feelings for him, he was asking what he should do since they were outwardly known as brothers.
Mok Gyeong-un spoke without much hesitation.
“Treat me at the level of the owner of that body.”
“All right.”
The demonic monk who took over Jusalgok Cheomga’s body could have done more than that, but there was no need to do so because doing so would have made him stand out for no reason.
And even at a cheap level, if Ma Seung’s skills are good, he will easily defeat Mo Yu-Cheon.
Life experiences cannot be ignored.
While I was doing that,
“omg!”
Mu Mu-yak, who had been lying unconscious next to him, woke up.
When he woke up, he seemed to have difficulty controlling his breathing, so he raised his upper body and coughed.
“Cluck cluck.”
Seeing him like this, Mo Yu-cheon approached him and said.
“Jangyak. are you okay?”
“Cluck cluck… Gwae, it’s okay.”
After coughing a few more times, Mu Mu-yak finally caught his breath and raised his head.
Then he opened his mouth with bitter eyes.
“As expected… I lost.”
“······I fought well enough.”
Mo Yu-cheon said in a sad voice.
I wanted to say something to cheer him up, but there was no way to do that.
Not only did he reach the pinnacle of the game, he even mastered the mysterious technique of right-handed leadership that even the world’s most expert players could not imitate, and yet he lost.
The opponent, who had only seen his technique once, replicated it exactly.
The opponent was so bad.
‘Mokgyeongun…’
What on earth are you?
I thought something had changed since the Yeonmok Swordmaster, but now I have become a person in a completely different realm.
Even he, who was called a genius, felt inferior compared to Mok Gyeong-un’s military genius.
That thing was just a monster itself.
“Whoa.”
At that time, Mu Mumyak stood up with difficulty.
Mo Yu-cheon tried to dissuade him.
“Don’t overdo it, just sit down and have a lucky breakfast. “You’ll be very dizzy because you got hit on the chin and face.”
Just waking up this quickly was a feat.
At Mo Yu-cheon’s recommendation, he shook his head and said that Mu-jung medicine was okay, but then he got up from his seat and approached Mo Gyeong-un.
Mo Yu-cheon looked at him curiously.
Are you doing this because you are not convinced of the victory?
Mok Yu-cheon, who thought that a disaster might occur, approached to stop it.
-dump!
Soon, Mu Jang-yak sat down next to Mo Gyeong-un and spoke in a low voice.
“lost. No, I lost. As promised, my lord…”
“Ahhh. That’s not it. “I think the title is wrong.”
Hearing Mo Gyeong-un’s words, Mu Jang-yak’s cheeks trembled and then,
“······I will treat you as my host. “Please understand that we are not able to show proper loyalty due to the high level of attention from the executives.”
‘!?’
Mok Yu-cheon, who had tried to dissuade them out of fear that a scandal would break out, could not hide his embarrassment upon hearing their conversation.
‘master?’
No, what does this mean?
Why does Mu Jang-yak bow to Mo Gyeong-un in such a humiliating manner, claiming that he is his master?
Could it be because of the contract I mentioned earlier or something else?
While he was wondering, Mok Kyung-un looked at him, smiled, and pointed somewhere with his finger.
It was a dance hall in the middle of the square where a dance was taking place.
‘ah?’
When I looked there, the difference between victory and defeat was in a competitive match.
“Haa… haa… I lost.”
Yeon Moo-ung of the secret gate, who was kneeling on the floor holding his blood-soaked right armpit, admitted defeat in front of Moharrang’s sword.
That meant that it was now his turn to dance.
I was curious about what happened between those two, but first I had to prepare for the dance.
‘Tch.’
Mo Yu-cheon immediately turned around and tried to leave.
That said,
“Do well.”
“yes. master.”
‘!?’
Mo Yu-cheon stopped and stood in place at the voice of Joo-sal-gok Yeom-ga, who answered Mo Gyeong-un as his master.
What on earth?
I knew that guy was with Mok Gyeong-un for some time, but he was the master?
Isn’t that a title that slaves or servants would use?
Mo Yu-cheon turned around and said to Mo Gyeong-un in an absurd tone.
“······What on earth have you done?”
“What are you doing?”
“Why are they calling you master? “What on earth did you do to them?”
In response to Mo Yu-cheon’s question, Mo Gyeong-un chuckled and said,
“I didn’t do much.”
“What do you mean you didn’t do anything? But why do they act like you’re the owner or something like that?”
“Mu Yu-cheon!”
At that time, the voice of Sihyeolgokju Lee Ji-yeom rang out.
Mo Yu-cheon bit his lip and immediately turned around and walked toward the center of the square.
As I encountered him here in Sihyeolgok, I realized his true nature as a devil.
It was clear that he had done something.
At that time, Moharrang, who had won the battle, was seen walking back to where the cadets were.
Mok Yu-cheon said, considering their friendship since they were in the same group during the battle for the flag.
“Congratulations on your victory”
“······thank you.”
-Jump, jump, jump!
As they got closer to each other, Mo Yu-cheon warned in a whisper.
“Stay away from that guy. “I don’t know what he did, but it seems like he’s making the cadets around him think of him as their master.”
Because we were in the same group, we spoke with a hint of affection.
however,
“······That advice. “It’s already too late.”
‘!?’
Mo Harang’s expression hardened as he heard Mo Harang’s voice passing by.
So, she also serves Mok Gyeong-un as her master?
Mu Yuqian turned his head and looked at Mu Qingyun with trembling eyes.
What on earth are you doing here when you’re being held hostage?
* * *
Thus began the dance between the demonic monk possessed by Mo Yu-cheon and Jusalgok Yeom-ga.
As he was watching this, someone’s voice rang in Mok Gyeong-un’s ears.
-hi.
‘!?’
Mo Kyung-un frowned slightly.
what?
This was not the voice of a young spirit.
The sound penetrated my ears, but rather than echoing around, it sounded as if it was whispering into my own ear.
Mo Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed as he lightly glanced around.
Where on earth did that sound come from?
to do,
-Hehehe.
I heard laughter.
At that moment, Mo Gyeong-un, who was raising his awareness, sensed the resonating vibration of the sound and the faint form of true energy contained within it.
-Poof!
Mo Qingyun turned his head and looked at Chuyingokju Hang Yeoliang, who was sitting as an observer on the side of the podium.
‘under!’
At this, a strange look appeared in her eyes,
Ahhh.
As expected, that guy is beyond imagination.
If the sound is loud from a distance, it is difficult to determine the location of who is talking.
But to find myself on this street all at once.
‘I have to have it too.’
It was absolutely not something I could give up.
< Episode 33: Battle for Disciples (1) > End
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