2. Motel Phobos (4)
2. Motel Phobos (4) – Martial arts are not all about qi.
“Are you talking about me?”
Mokjin raised his finger and pointed at himself. Sanjeonmuak nodded with a stiff expression at Mokjin’s reaction.
“Yes. There’s something I’d like to check for a moment.”
Huh. Mokjin couldn’t help but laugh in vain at his attitude, which seemed polite at first glance but also exuded a high-handed air. An arrogant confidence that the other person couldn’t harm him even a little. It was an attitude he had never experienced since ascending to the throne of the Heavenly Horse several decades ago.
This guy, this era really doesn’t know Cheonma Imokjin.
Dosan Geomrim (刀山劍林) of the strong who have the right to be arrogant (强者尊). Mokjin’s body trembled at the sight of the true face of the martial arts world that he had forgotten after ascending to the position of the best in the world.
How many times has someone shown this kind of attitude to him? It had been decades since he had felt this way, and rather than being offended by the cultist in front of him, he felt happy about it.
However, that was only the impression of Mok Jin, a martial artist from two thousand years ago, and it did not apply to Seolyeong, an ordinary martial artist who looked down on demonic cult members and viewed them as gangsters.
“Excuse me, Mr. Cheonmasingyo, but this is my group, right? If there’s a problem, please let me know.”
Sanjeonmuak’s eyes slightly rose as he saw Seolyeong standing between the two. The lens in his left eye flashed as he scanned Seolyeong’s face.
It only took a second or so to search for Serin’s identity in the Murim People’s Register. Sanjeonmuak’s eyes widened as he realized who she was.
“······Are you Yeomhwanacha? I have heard your name a lot. I don’t know if you heard my introduction earlier, but I am the leader of the Red Wolf Corps of the Cheonmasingyo, Sanjeonmuak.”
“Oh, I heard it earlier, so I’ve introduced myself. What’s the problem? It doesn’t seem like there’s anything we need to confirm from you?”
“There’s nothing particularly wrong.”
But even as he said that, Sanjeonmuak’s eyes did not leave Mokjin’s. He continued speaking in a calm tone, not paying attention to the prickly Seolyeong’s words.
“It’s just personal curiosity. I don’t intend to cause any harm, so there’s no need to be too cautious.”
Curiosity? Serin’s eyes narrowed. What kind of freezing curiosity is that when you’re busy chasing down criminals?
But the problem was that even Serin herself had no clue what the cultist in front of her was up to.
The moment Seolyeong was about to ask for something, Mokjin, who had been stepping back for a moment, took a step forward.
“Stop it. There’s something you want to confirm. You can listen and then decide.”
“No, I don’t know what this guy is going to say······.”
“Just watch for now, if anything happens I’ll take care of it.”
How can you know how things will turn out and handle it? Seolyeong, who had kept her mouth shut at Mokjin’s stubbornness, looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.
However, Mokjin asked Sanjeonmuak in a calm tone without any hesitation.
“Okay, what do you want to confirm? I’m feeling quite satisfied right now, so I’ll answer honestly what I can.”
“······You have incredible guts at such a young age.”
It wasn’t just Seolyeong who felt astonished, but Sanjeonmuak as well. Even though they were members of the Yeomhwanachasul clan, they knew that they were members of the Cheonmasin Sect, so how could they act so arrogantly?
However, Sanjeonmuak never felt displeased with Mokjin. No, he was actually feeling nervous about the young man in front of him. He thought back to when he had seen Mokjin a little while ago.
It was just a coincidence.
While he was looking around the inn to find the sinner, he happened to meet a young man. Even for a seasoned martial artist, that fleeting moment would not have been significant, but he felt a huge presence he had never felt before.
Although he may lack in martial arts, he was a master of martial arts who was proud of his discerning eye for people. It was thanks to this insight that he was able to see things that others could not see, even though he was just a young child who had only recently joined the Demonic Cult, and had risen to the position of the leader of the Red Wing.
Because of that, I could sense it. An extraordinary aura emanating from a young man who at first glance seemed to have no connection to the martial arts world.
It was different from the masters he had seen so far. It was neither sharp like a well-forged sword, nor menacing like a crouching beast, nor did it have the solidity of a mountain or the purity of a lake.
In my life of ups and downs, I only had one similar experience.
A being who stands at the top of the 80 million Heavenly Demon Cultists in the entire universe, whom I was fortunate enough to see by chance in the past.
Heavenly Demon.
Their leader, who had the aura of a natural disaster rather than a human being, was like a giant walking typhoon.
But the feeling I got from the young man in front of me was different from that time.
It’s clear that something unimaginably huge is there, but unlike my sixth sense that sounds a fierce alarm, I feel nothing.
If I had to compare that feeling to something, it was like facing a black hole.
And Sanjeonmuak was the type of person who trusted their intuition rather than reason.
‘I don’t know why, but······he seems to be an expert. And he’s quite good at it.’
Sanjeonmuak had been troubled by the fact that his martial arts had been stagnant for several years. It was a high and thick wall that could not be overcome simply by increasing the output of his internal energy drive.
It was precisely because of that wall that he suddenly summoned Mokjin. As a member of the Cheonmasingyo, this was an unacceptable action, but he was so thirsty for enlightenment that he unconsciously summoned Mokjin despite being on a mission.
‘I can tell just by looking at your eyes.’
And Mokjin was seeing through such a mountain and field of evil. A young warrior who was crazy about martial arts and clung to him like he was clutching at straws. He had occasionally seen this type of person in the past when he was alive.
Those who are faithful to the fundamentals of martial arts are not so bad. It is even more so if they are figures of the new religion in the distant future. Mokjin, who happened to be in a good mood, thought that since this was fate, it would not be a bad idea to teach the young disciple a lesson.
But the question that Sanjeonmuak raised was of a completely different kind than what he had expected.
“Before we get started, there’s something I’d like to confirm first. Is Sohyeop a natural who hasn’t had his internal energy drive transplanted?”
“hmm?”
The scouter of the Demonic Cult Vision implanted in Sanjeonmuak’s left eye. When he scanned Mokjin with it, there was nothing in the dantian where the internal energy drive should be located. That was the reason why Sanjeonmuak, who trusted his intuition, was still unsure about Mokjin’s true identity.
No amount of internal energy drive in the world can avoid scanning. That was a fact and common sense in the martial arts world. That was why Sanjeonmuak couldn’t help but be skeptical.
The internal energy drives transplanted by the elder-level masters of the giant sects have stealth functions, but even they can only hide the detailed specifications or output, and cannot completely hide the existence itself. This meant that it was impossible for a clean body like the Mokjin he was seeing now to appear.
That’s why he had no choice but to ask Mokjin. If he was a martial artist who had the internal energy drive transplanted.
Of course, Mokjin’s answer was set.
“I still don’t quite understand what that internal energy drive is, but I guess it’s probably something called natural. Since my hair grew, I’ve never put anything in my body other than food and alcohol.”
“her······.”
Hearing Mokjin’s words, Sanjeonmuak let out a sigh of despair. That meant that he was a warrior who could not use his internal energy.
Then, could he be a master who has learned external skills? However, Mokjin’s appearance did not seem to show that he had learned external skills. Sanjeonmuak asked again, just in case.
“Then, have you learned external Qigong?”
“I have learned the basics of external martial arts, but the true nature of martial arts is internal martial arts. Why do you ask such a thing?”
Sanjeonmuak did not answer. Deep disappointment appeared on his face.
I learned Qigong, but I don’t have an internal energy drive. That means either I’m a retired martial artist who received a gold powder wash procedure to remove my internal energy drive and left the martial arts world, or I’m a rookie who hasn’t even had my internal energy drive transplanted yet. And no matter how I looked at it, Mokjin looked closer to the latter than the former.
Even if he were a retired martial artist who had undergone the Banrohwandong treatment, it would be difficult to provide him with any meaningful help. What he needed right now was not a few dizzying and difficult phrases, but rather the enlightenment he felt with his body while clashing swords.
Mokjin raised one eyebrow and asked, perhaps sensing the signs of such a state of chaos.
“I don’t know why you’re making that face. It looked like you wanted to climb over the wall, or did I see something wrong?”
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It was just a thoughtless remark, but Mokjin’s words were like something that touched a sore spot on Sanjeonmuak. His eyebrows twitched.
“······I don’t know how you knew that, but Your Majesty, don’t worry about it anymore. It’s not a trivial matter that a natural like you can readily help with.”
“Huh······?”
“As a martial artist, I am not an outsider enough to lay a hand on a natural, but I will give you some advice. If you have your heart set on the world of martial arts, please objectively assess your own strength and be careful with your words and actions. If you show such a mad attitude to anyone other than me, you could end up losing your life. Do you understand? Think of today as your lucky day and keep it in mind.”
The politeness that was visible on the outside disappeared, and a rough nature was revealed, and a genuine murderous intent flowed from Sanjeonmuak’s eyes. It was so ferocious that even ordinary people, and even those with low skills, would lose strength in their legs. Indeed, the claim that he was the leader of the Demonic Cult was not an empty boast.
However, Mok Jin, who was not affected by such momentum at all, made a bewildered expression. Judging from his words and actions, he seemed to have a great eye for things that could have caught a glimpse of his own realm, but what on earth is a natural that makes people’s attitudes change so easily? Judging from his words, it seemed like he was someone who couldn’t use his internal energy, but Mok Jin actually had no problem using his internal energy.
“······Strength. That’s what I’m saying.”
Naturally, Mokjin’s voice also became cold. He vaguely knew that there was some misunderstanding, but Mokjin was not the kind of person to step forward and resolve it.
No, quite the opposite.
Thump!
Suddenly, the sound of a leather bag bursting echoed through the guest house. The noisy guest house froze. The eyes of the guests inside the guest house, as well as the cultists searching the guest house, were all focused on one place.
And they could see.
“Ugh, wooooow!”
The leader of the Red Wing, who was thrown out of the guest room, holding his stomach and vomiting.
“You are making one big mistake.”
Boom!
The image of a young man walking out of the guest house, his hands lightly loosening.
“Do you think that if you don’t use your internal energy, the main deity won’t be able to defeat you?”
Come on, use that great skill and come at me.
Cheonma Imokjin smiled fiercely.
“I will engrave into your bones why the word ‘mu’ (武) is included in ‘mu-gong (武功)’.”
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The integrated internal energy operation system, which is equivalent to that of the Demonic Cult’s Grand Master, has a response defense function that can reduce shock to a certain extent depending on changes in the surrounding energy.
Usually, martial artists who have undergone body modifications build a kind of anti-scan security system to prepare for scans. So it is usually difficult to obtain much information through scouts.
The master of Sanjeonmuak was a martial artist of the Jeongpa sect.
At the level of the Demonic Cult’s Grand Master, the eight meridians including the Imdokyang vein and the three veins of the whole body are usually completely cleared through nanomachines and blood and energy strengthening treatments.
Mokjin set the bar too high, but Sanjeonmuak has at least first-class skills.
The beginner download interface not only provides functions to assist users in their beginner training, but also provides an environment where they can train efficiently in the virtual brain world.
If the martial arts of the old days directly controlled the flow of energy and each and every one of the techniques and taught it to the body through continuous training, modern martial arts, although not perfectly suited to the situation, allow the use of high-quality internal energy and techniques with little effort with the assistance of the system.
To Mokjin, the only perception of an institution is that it is something with gears in it.
When Mokjin was subduing the Red Wings, he secretly used his internal energy to quickly subdue them. However, he did not kill them or inflict serious injuries on them, even though they were fellow demons, even if they died soon.
