2. Motel Phobos (5)
2. Motel Phobos (5) – This is an insult to martial arts!
It wasn’t visible.
I swear by the name of the leader, Cheonma, that Sanjeonmuak did not see the attack of the young man. Sanjeonmuak cleared his throat and pulled himself together from his confused state of consciousness.
He was a scout who could even detect the movement of the blade swung by a skilled swordsman while utilizing his internal energy. However, this was a move that was truly lightning-quick, and one that even the scout could not recognize.
But it was strange.
Scouts can miss moves.
However, it was incomprehensible that even the QIOS (Quality Integrated Operating System) of the Heavenly Demon Sect did not respond at all.
If the opponent had hidden an external internal energy drive, or had used internal energy storage capsules to surprise attack, the system’s countermeasures would have detected it and focused the internal energy on the abdomen, reducing the impact.
But the system didn’t respond at all, as if it were a lie. It was something that couldn’t happen in common sense. So there was only one conclusion.
That I really didn’t use my internal energy.
‘That’s impossible.’
Sanjeonmuak denied the possibility that had occurred to him in the moment. It was a natural conclusion.
The opponent’s body was purely natural, with no traces of enhancement. When I scanned his body with the scouter, I could see his bare body without any security system, so there was no doubt that he was natural.
But that belief was shattered.
“Do you think that if you don’t use your internal energy, the main deity won’t be able to defeat you?”
It was an unbelievable statement. No, it was a statement that should not be believed. If a person’s body alone could produce such a blow, then what was the point of the martial arts he had learned so far?
He spoke to Sanjeonmuak, laughing more fiercely than the demons.
I can easily subdue you even without any internal energy, so come and attack me.
A provocation that belittled his martial arts that he had worked hard to build up. Sanjeonmuak clenched his teeth so much that both sides of his face felt tingly. Indeed, would there be a martial artist in the universe who would remain silent after hearing such a provocation?
There’s no way.
“······You’ll regret saying those words.”
The young man’s attack only shocked his internal organs for a moment, but did not cause fatal damage. Whether this was the limit or intentional, there was no way for Sanjeonmuak to know.
But he stood up.
It was a martial art that he had accumulated by any means necessary after running away from his master who only recited old-fashioned theories and joining the Sect. It was a martial art that he had accumulated by any means necessary. It was not something so cheap that he would be insulted by a stranger he did not even know.
Sanjeonmuak decided to stop thinking about whether his opponent was a natural who couldn’t use his internal energy or a master who had hidden his internal energy.
All that was on his mind was to use all his might to bring that insolent brat to his knees and make him take responsibility for his own words.
He slowly took a stance, glaring at Mokjin.
A posture resembling that of a wild beast, with the body lowered as if it were glued to the ground.
The drive of the great internal energy of the Danjeon, optimized for the Blood Wolf Demonic Skill, increases its output and spews out internal energy like crazy, and following the guidance of the integrated internal energy operation system, the energy like a pack of mad wolves spreads out to the veins of the entire body.
Starting from between the legs, up to the navel, spleen, and collarbone. The bloody yang energy of the Blood Rang Demon roughly goes up the Im Vessel (任脈), where the cold yin energy should originally pass, and settles in the two eyes. From the Du Vessel (督脈) that goes up along the back, the internal energy that splits off from under the back of the neck flows into both hands.
The fingertips were curved like the fangs of a wolf. And a sinister red aura was blooming there. The right eye of Sanjeonmuak, dyed red by bursting blood vessels, flashed like that of a bloodthirsty beast.
A rider who looks like a hungry wolf, his eyes rolling over his prey.
In the Cheonmasingyo, it was a high-level technique called Jeokrangmasu (赤狼魔手), which only those who were qualified could master.
“You seem to have some spirit.”
You should come out like that. Mokjin lifted the corner of his mouth after reading the deep jealousy in his fierce eyes. The appearance of a dog running wild with its pride wounded. However, even in the midst of excitement, it did not lose its cool-headedness, and its attitude was more than enough to teach.
“Come.”
I’ll give you five. Mokjin raised one hand and shook it lightly.
It was a great provocation, and Sanjeonmuak gladly accepted it.
“under!”
Like a beast of prey that has abruptly attacked, the Sanjeonmuak’s Guansu (貫手) closes in and stabs from below with the help of the herbivorous download interface (ADI) that turns into fangs. There was not a single bit of waste in the tens of thousands of repetitions in the brain space.
Mokjin raised his arm as he watched the fingertips of Sanjeonmuak aiming for the area under his chin.
The group of people who suppress strength with softness (柔能制剛) were not only unfamiliar to him, but also did not suit his temperament. The martial arts of Cheonma Lee Mok-jin were strong martial arts that poured out his inner strength of dominance and suppressed it with force.
However, even if you don’t use your internal energy, wouldn’t it be difficult to use a technique that can block attacks of this level?
If you don’t have enough strength to push in the opposite direction, just push to the side.
In an instant, Mokjin’s palm touches Sanjeonmuak’s arm, and the hand that was rushing toward his chin shoots up into the sky.
‘Again.’
Sanjeonmuak looked at Mokjin’s long attack with eyes of disbelief.
QIOS is not responding.
It wasn’t an illusion. The young man in front of him was simply fighting against him with his supernatural powers, without even a bit of internal energy.
Sanjeonmuak’s eyes, unable to hide their confusion, met Mokjin’s eyes in the air.
His eyes were cold and sunken, as if to ask if that was all.
As if trying to deny that gaze, Sanjeonmuak ran towards Mokjin with a rough and creepy aura.
“Kwaaah!”
A left-handed player aiming for the groin.
“That’s strange.”
The capital city where eyes are cut off.
“The water level is impeccable.”
A piercing water drop on the Adam’s apple.
“This is also clear.”
A knife that cuts through the side.
“I have no shortage of internal energy.”
There’s even a nail that hits the bridge of the nose.
“How can your martial arts be so poor?”
Even though the attacks were so ferocious that they could be believed to be from a slaughterhouse, Mok-jin calmly dodged or parried all of them, not even giving up a single piece of his clothes.
Again, a dull sound echoed. The three consecutive strikes, so fast that they sounded like a single blow, pierced the following places: the cheondol (天突) of the collarbone, the geogwol (巨闕) of the psyche, and the gihae (氣海) below the navel.
Even without internal energy, it is impossible to avoid internal injury at such a vital point. Sanjeonmuak felt the scent of blood rising from deep within his throat.
Even though he had been given fatal points that could have guaranteed his life if it had been a matter of life and death, the reason he could only retreat a few steps was because he didn’t have even a single bit of internal energy against Mokjin’s attacks. And that fact further tore at his pride.
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Mok-jin, who knew his feelings or not, slightly stepped back from the Sanjeonmuak, who was chasing after his wounds, and tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.
“Looking at your thick internal energy and perfected beginner’s style, you must have practiced every day for at least a dozen years, but your understanding of beginner’s style is as foolish as that of a child who has just learned martial arts. How on earth did you accumulate such martial arts without even a shred of enlightenment?”
It doesn’t feel natural. That was the feeling Mokjin had after fighting the unmanned Cheonmasingyo.
The beginner’s style, which seems to have been strictly learned by a stubborn master, is not flexible, but follows an efficient path, and the skill of raising and lowering energy according to the attack and defense is as free as that of a seasoned martial artist who has reached the peak of his skill.
Although I don’t know for sure, it was a great achievement that made me feel like I had overcome a lot of temptations and trained myself in martial arts to reach that level.
But that was it.
Even with that much skill, he is unable to use his initial moves in accordance with the ever-changing battle formations, and the flow of energy that should flow naturally along the initial moves is constantly cut off. It might be okay for an ordinary martial artist, but if he has trained his martial arts to the point where he can use such elaborate initial moves, these are weak points that should never exist.
‘Did I lose my skills because I got caught in a coin trap?’
In some ways, he looks like a master who has trained for a long time, but in other ways, he looks like a second-rate martial artist who has not properly learned martial arts. At least, in Mokjin’s common sense, such a state could not exist.
But one thing was certain.
At least, it is not the appearance of the Great Leader who leads the group under the Cheonmasingyo.
“Huh. This is all the great leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect can do. How could the main deity show any emotion other than disappointment?”
Sanjeonmuak’s face turned red at Mokjin’s words, which were not intended to provoke, but were truly disappointed and sighed. However, he could not open his mouth. What could a martial artist say after being thoroughly fooled by a natural who had not even used his internal energy? No, now he was ashamed to even call himself a martial artist.
Mok-jin turned his head away from the Sanjeonmuak, who had lost his will to fight and lowered his head, and asked Se-ryeong, who was looking at him with a dumbfounded face.
“Not all the great people of this era are like that guy. Isn’t that right?”
“······If you give me the Demonic Cult’s Red Wolf Team, I’m not the type of person who would be defeated by their skills. I have both the Internal Energy Drive and QIOS equipped as major players.”
“Yeah, well said. What on earth does this internal energy drive mean? What is Quio······something?”
From what I’ve heard, it seems like if you don’t have internal energy drive, you won’t be treated as unmanned. What on earth is it that makes you risk your life like that?
Only then did Serin realize that the ancient being before her had lived in an era without internal energy drives. And that he was a being who had reached a level of greatness far beyond her imagination.
It was a feat that he had reached the point where he could subdue himself with his natural body, but to face the Demonic Cult’s Great Leader without even using his internal energy was a feat that could not even be brought up as a joke.
Seolyeong recalled a story she had heard in history class. It was about how, before the invention of the internal energy drive, people had to build up their internal energy directly in their bodies. Who would have thought that she would see living proof of this right before her eyes?
Seolyeong carefully chose her words to explain so that even the ancients, who had no basic knowledge, could understand.
“Ah, how should I explain this······. So, the Internal Energy Drive is an organ that is implanted in the human body to create internal energy, and QIOS is a system that automatically moves the internal energy created by the Internal Energy Drive on behalf of the person······So it’s an organ. Do you understand?”
“······What?”
Mokjin couldn’t understand what he was hearing for a moment. The internal energy drive is an organ? And it’s implanted in a person’s body?
Mokjin recalled the strange and elaborate mechanical device he had seen while traveling around Gangho long ago, where when he turned the handle, the dolls on the table moved and danced. The institutions he knew were usually like that.
But putting it into a human body? It was an idea that could not have been more crazy than crazy. Even the Blood Cult members who have tried and seen all the crazy sorcery in the world would not do something so bizarre.
It was hard to believe that they would implant an organ into a human body, but to say that such an organ could not only create internal energy but also perform yun-gi on their behalf was beyond absurd, and was no different from insulting all the martial artists who devoted their lives to building internal energy and training in martial arts.
Since it was a martial art that was so easily acquired, it was impossible for him to properly understand the martial art that he had learned. Mokjin tried to calm his insides, which were bubbling to the point that he thought he was being possessed by a demon, and asked Seryeong again.
“Do all the so-called martial artists of this era use such strange objects to perform their martial arts?”
“Usually, isn’t it······?”
“······I have a lot to ask you later.”
It was so strange that the unmanned spaceship of the distant future was like this. However, before denouncing such a reality, it was necessary to first sort out what was happening before his eyes. Mokjin frowned as he looked at the Red Wolves surrounding them.
“I have not done much harm to the one who leads you, but rather has given you teachings that are beyond your ability. So, get out of the way. I am busy with much to learn.”
Although he had said something nice to resolve the issue, the Red Wolf members, who had seen their leader being destroyed right before their eyes, could not possibly believe it.
“I cannot quietly let you go because of my burden.”
“Did you dare to touch our great lord and still think of returning in good health?”
“······Although his military achievements are minimal, he has good subordinates around him. However, he must correct his foolishness of not knowing when to step forward and when not to.”
“Even if he’s a natural who’s hiding something, nothing will change. Since he’s harmed the Great Lord, Sohyeop won’t leave this place until he takes down all of our enemy.”
It seems that they have the trust of their subordinates. Even though Mokjin easily subdued the Sanjeonmuak, the Red Wolf members showed an ominous aura in front of them.
If it were normal, he would have complimented them on their good subordinates, but Mok-jin, who was barely able to suppress his confusion at the unimaginable reality, had no time to do so.
It’s okay if two thousand years pass. It’s okay if the world you live in is poisoned. It’s okay if the space age where you ride a strange iron carriage isn’t so bad.
However, if one dares to call it a martial arts world, its fundamentals should not have changed.
That made Mokjin angry.
And in that anger, when he faced those who challenged him, Mokjin did not feel the need to endure it.
“······Is that so?”
Then I should do as you wish. Without warning, Mokjin flew towards the Red Wolf Unit in front of him.
Naturally, it didn’t take long for all of them to be subdued.
