Genius Martial Arts Trainer

Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Four Monks of Shaolin (3)

At the place where the members of the Five Noble Families had gathered, the later generation masters were all watching the martial arts stage.

This was because it was the martial arts contest of Qing Shui Dojang, the only rival of Namgung Jin-cheon in the current Murim.VịSit no(v)3lb/!n(.)com for new novels

“Hahaha. Brother Namgung! This match-up has turned out to be quite strange. At this rate, I’ll have to defeat Qing Shui Dojang in the semifinals to meet you in the finals.”

The man, acting as if it was natural that he would reach the finals by winning all the remaining matches, was Peng Kah-hu, a direct descendant of the Peng family.

“That would indeed be interesting.”

Namgung Jin-cheon replied coldly, not looking amused at all.

However, it wasn’t that he was engrossed in watching the duel on the martial arts stage either.

From the start, Namgung Jin-cheon had no interest in Peng Kah-hu and even less in Qing Shui Dojang.

What did it matter who his opponent was? In any case, he would be the one to reach the summit.

Due to this very obvious principle, Namgung Jin-cheon found no special meaning in competing with others.

“Hmm.”

However, Peng Kah-hu, who felt ignored after awkwardly trying to start a conversation, had his face slightly reddened.

The Hebei Peng family, known for their excellent physique and fiery temper, were remarkable for not losing their temper in this situation. Given their generally aggressive martial arts style, it was almost miraculous that he hadn’t lost his temper here.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that he was facing the young master of the Namgung family, he might have already attacked.

Just then, the duel on the martial arts stage came to an end.

As most people had expected, Qing Shui Dojang won.

And the next match was Peng Kah-hu’s turn.

“Then, I’ll be off!”

Peng Kah-hu decided to vent his anger from Namgung Jin-cheon through this match.

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“I am Peng Kah-hu!”

“I am Mu-yul of Shaolin. Amitabha.”

With a rough voice, Peng Kah-hu greeted and looked at the young monk who had become the target of his venting.

For some reason, the monk named Mu-yul seemed slightly intimidated even before the match began.

‘Heh heh heh. Looks like he’s scared just by hearing my name!’

Deciding to toy with his opponent a bit for his anger release, Peng Kah-hu swung his sword playfully.

And Mu-yul, as if it were the most natural thing, avoided the sword.

‘Indeed! He’s come this far, so he must have some basic skills!’

After swinging his sword a few more times, Peng Kah-hu drew more internal energy from his Danjeon.

As his internal energy level increased, naturally, the Peng family’s characteristic aggressive sword technique was displayed, but—

“Hyutcha!”

His opponent easily avoided his sword technique. No, simply avoiding it would have been fine, but the monk was even adding strange exclamations as he darted around playfully.

“How could a monk move so frivolously!”

Feeling that the opponent was toying with him, Peng Kah-hu, already furious, began to unleash his signature technique, the Five Tigers Severing Blade.

The start was the first move of the Five Tigers Severing Blade, ‘Ferocious Tiger Appears.’

The blade energy that surged from his sword took on the form of a tiger and flew towards Mu-yul.

“Ah! It’s a real tiger!”

Mu-yul, greatly surprised, began to frantically dodge around the martial stage.

In other words, he had evaded Peng Kah-hu’s ‘Ferocious Tiger Appears.’

Feeling more and more like he was being mocked, Peng Kah-hu drew upon all his internal energy and consecutively unleashed the successive moves of the Five Tigers Severing Blade.

The blade energy from his sword sometimes manifested as a tiger’s swipe with its paw, and sometimes as its fangs, attacking Mu-yul.

‘Hehe. This reminds me of playing with Master Uncle.’

Mu-yul, who had long forgotten his fear of the five tigers, smiled brightly as he dodged all the attacks.

This was similar to how it was when he sparred with his master uncle, Hye-geol. When Hye-geol created tigers with the Tiger Fist technique, Mu-yul would instinctively dodge the attacks in various ways.

For Mu-yul, who was pure-hearted, it wasn’t training but rather playing a game of tag with Hye-geol.

Of course, that was only from Mu-yul’s perspective.

“You brat!!”

Seeing Mu-yul dodge his moves while laughing, a vein bulged on Peng Kah-hu’s forehead.

Of course, Mu-yul was laughing simply because he was enjoying himself, but to Peng Kah-hu, it looked like ridicule.

It was no wonder, as the infuriating monk sometimes spread his arms like a bird and soared into the air, sometimes twisted his body like a mollusk to let the blade energy pass by, and even dodged on all fours.

“Is this monkey mocking me!!!”

Peng Kah-hu screamed again, but Mu-yul felt unjustly accused.

His soaring like a bird was an application of the Crane Fist technique, his twisting was the Snake Fist, and running on all fours was an application of the Leopard Fist.

“It’s not a monkey, it’s a crane, a snake, and a leopard.”

Mu-yul replied with an innocent face, which made Peng Kah-hu’s rage boil over.

Peng Kah-hu decided to end it.

He unleashed the ultimate technique of the Five Tigers Severing Blade, which he had mastered up to the seventh level: ‘Four Tigers Encirclement.’

It was because she knew that the next duel was Mu-jin’s turn.

But for some reason.

Even though she was watching Mu-jin ascend to the stage, she felt a vague unease in her heart.

And she was somewhat aware of the reason for that unease, though she tried to ignore it.

“Oh my, it’s my turn already. I’ll be back soon, Jin-hee unnie~”

A woman who had been sticking close and acting friendly since their first meeting, Tang So-mi, greeted Jegal Jin-hee before heading to the martial stage.

In this second round, Mu-jin’s opponent was Tang So-mi.

However, Jegal Jin-hee’s unease wasn’t solely because Tang So-mi was fighting Mu-jin.

The real reason for her discomfort was:

‘Why is she wearing a different outfit than in the first round...?’

It was because of Tang So-mi’s attire.

She was wearing a tight-fitting qipao, commonly known as a cheongsam, which exposed one leg entirely.

Tang So-mi had appeared in this bold outfit to participate in the Yongbongji Conference’s martial duel.

With her bold choice of attire, Tang So-mi walked lightly towards the stage.

With each confident step she took, her right leg flashed through the slit of her qipao, catching the eyes of the crowd surrounding the martial stage. Yet, Tang So-mi didn’t mind.

Not only did she have a confident personality that disregarded others’ gazes, but she had chosen this outfit precisely to attract attention.

‘I wonder how he will react.’

Suppressing her amusement, she looked at Mu-jin, who stood opposite her.

Mu-jin, the man that even Jegal Jin-hee, who showed no interest in Namgung Jin-cheon, had her eyes on.

And he was a monk of the Shaolin Temple!

In many ways, he was an interesting subject for her little experiment.

“Nice to meet you, Monk Mu-jin.”

Before the duel began, she greeted Mu-jin with a bright smile.

“Amitabha. Nice to meet you, Lady Tang So-mi.”

Mu-jin responded indifferently as always, with a slight bow.

“Monk Mu-jin, did you know?”

Despite his indifferent reaction, Tang So-mi smiled sweetly and spoke in a seductive manner as she slowly walked around the stage.

As if drawing a circle around Mu-jin.

Walking slightly sideways, each step revealed her bare right leg through the slit of her qipao.

Momentarily distracted, the referee cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Ahem. Lady Tang, we should start the duel.”

“Oh, you can start now.”

She replied with a sultry smile, finally stopping her steps.

“The duel between Lady Tang So-mi of the Sichuan Tang Clan and Monk Mu-jin of the Shaolin Temple will now begin!”

The referee announced, but instead of displaying her martial arts, Tang So-mi spoke to Mu-jin again.

“Do you know what Jin-hee unnie said during her duel with Hong So-il?”

“I’m not particularly interested. Shouldn’t we start the duel now, Lady Tang So-mi?”

Mu-jin answered indifferently, but Tang So-mi continued unbothered.

She clasped her hands behind her back and leaned slightly forward.

Although her upper body was fully covered, the tightness of her outfit accentuated her curves.

In that provocative pose, she spoke.

“Jin-hee unnie said she’s not interested in men weaker than her.”

“Is that so?”

“But did you know? I’m the same way.”

Tang So-mi’s face lit up with a mischievous, alluring smile.

Watching her, Mu-jin thought.

‘...She wasn’t in the novel, so I was curious, but she’s a lunatic.’

Mu-jin vaguely sensed what Tang So-mi was trying to do.

It was the infamous honey trap!

The only problem was.

‘Using a honey trap on a monk.’

To Mu-jin, her actions seemed nothing short of insane.

There was an old saying that came to mind.

‘For madness, the best cure is a beating.’

To cure her of her madness, Mu-jin diagnosed that physical therapy was necessary.

“Amitabha.”

Chanting the Buddha’s name as if delivering a death sentence, Mu-jin launched himself at her.