Zhuge Guk had a look of disbelief.
"You brat, why are you hiding there?"
"Th-that's..."
Zhuge Yeon stuttered with a flustered face.
Moyong Gi chuckled. And then, as he was about to take a step to the side, Zhuge Yeon grabbed Moyong Gi's collar.
Moyong Gi looked back at Zhuge Yeon.
"Let go of this."
"N-no."
"I let you go when you asked
to. So you let go too."
"You bastard. Are you saying that as if it makes sense..."
Zhuge Yeon glared. But that sight was quite cute. So Moyong Gi chuckled. And then, with a face that said he couldn't help it, he shrugged his shoulders at Zhuge Guk.
"That's what she says."
"Groan..."
Since the Beggars' Sect leader and the Wudang's number one sword were watching, he couldn't just pull her out by force.
As Zhuge Guk let out a groan with a troubled face, Moyong Gi, who had been grinning while appreciating that face, suddenly hardened his expression.
Only then had he confird Chunghuh, who was next to Myung Jin.
"Huh? There was one more?"
Moyong Gi was as skilled at catching presences as he was at movent techniques.
But he hadn't caught Chunghuh's presence at all.
In such cases, it was one of two things. Either he was an assassin who had reached a realm in hiding his presence, or he was a trendous master who could naturally hide his presence.
But no matter how he looked at him, Chunghuh did not look like an assassin. Then it was the latter.
Moyong Gi's senses beca sharp.
He shook off Zhuge Yeon's hand by lightly shaking his body.
"Huh?"
At the sensation of her hand becoming empty, Zhuge Yeon let out a short voice for a mont.
However, Moyong Gi, without any reply, brought his hand to the sword at his waist.
And then, narrowing his eyes, he glared at Chunghuh.
"Who are you?"
At the unusual atmosphere, Hong Sochen tilted his head and took a step towards Moyong Gi.
"You brat, why are you... huh?"
But Moyong Gi stealthily moved to the side. Zhuge Yeon, who had been hiding behind Moyong Gi, revealed herself.
"Oh my!"
Zhuge Yeon was startled and raised her voice.
However, Moyong Gi, without even giving Zhuge Yeon a glance, was still glaring at Chunghuh. It didn't take long. Moyong Gi's jaw dropped.
'Cr-crazy! Where did such a monster co from?'
Until now, Moyong Gi had thought that the red-robed man of the Imperial Palace was the strongest martial artist.
But he was wrong. He couldn't even dream of it. He was a trendous master.
Hong Sochen tilted his head and looked at Chunghuh.
"What's wrong with this guy? Did you know each other by any chance?"
Chunghuh glanced at Hong Sochen and shook his head.
"He's a child I'm seeing for the first ti. By the way..."
Chunghuh turned his gaze back to Moyong Gi.
"You are a very interesting child. Are you the child nad Moyong Gi?"
Chunghuh's voice was calm. It was even gentle. But Moyong Gi was still on edge.
"I asked first. Who are you?"
Hong Sochen could no longer bear it and his face contorted.
"You brat! Do you not even know your place now?"
And then, as he raised his Dog Beating Staff, Chunghuh shook his head.
"Don't do that. What are you doing to a child?"
"But this guy is now..."
"I'm fine."
Chunghuh gently shook his head and stopped Hong Sochen. And then he looked at Moyong Gi again.
"I am Chunghuh of Wudang. Is that an answer now?"
"Chung... huh?"
Moyong Gi tilted his head as if he couldn't recall at first glance. Then, this ti, Myung Jin stepped forward.
"He is our master."
"Your master? Hut!"
Moyong Gi's eyes shot open.
'The Dragon Slaying Brigade Leader!'
Chunghuh was the first Dragon Slaying Brigade Leader.
However, since he had passed away before Moyong Gi had entered the Dragon Slaying Brigade, there was no connection between the two. That's why he hadn't recognized him.
Moyong Gi's brow furrowed.
'Why did such a monster die?'
Although it was difficult to know his exact realm, one thing was certain.
The red-robed man of the Imperial Palace was also monstrously strong.
But he had concluded that he wouldn't know until he fought him.
But with Chunghuh, the result was clearly visible even without fighting.
'I can't win this.'
The mont he saw him, his spine chilled and he got goosebumps. There was no end in sight. The mont he faced him, his vision went dark. He was a monster that would be difficult to handle even if Moyong Gi regained his peak skills.
Zhuge Yeon, who was restless, took a step towards Moyong Gi.
"Why are you... huh?"
But Moyong Gi stealthily moved again.
"Don't stick to . You'll get hurt."
"Yes?"
Zhuge Yeon's eyes widened with a flustered face.
Hong Sochen, who was clicking his tongue at the flustered Zhuge Yeon, his face contorted at Moyong Gi.
"You brat, that guy is Chunghuh. Chunghuh of Wudang. And you're still being wary?"
"I'm not being wary."
"Then? If you're not being wary, why are you so on edge?"
Moyong Gi did not say anything. He was still just glaring at Chunghuh.
Then, the corners of Chunghuh's mouth stealthily went up.
"Do you want to draw your sword?"
"What? Are you saying you want to fight that guy now?"
Hong Sochen looked at Moyong Gi with a look of disbelief.
"Don't, you brat. Even if that guy, Chunghuh, has been cooped up in Wudang for twenty years, you're ten years too early to handle him."
Hong Sochen clicked his tongue. Moyong Gi glanced at Hong Sochen.
"I don't think I can do it even if I die and co back in ten years..."
"What?"
Hong Sochen's face contorted. However, Moyong Gi did not answer. Instead, he just fidgeted with the fingers holding his sword.
Chunghuh asked again.
"Why don't you draw your sword?"
Moyong Gi's face contorted for a mont, and then he finally answered honestly.
"Because I think I'll die."
It wasn't that he wasn't drawing it. He couldn't draw it.
He was afraid of Chunghuh's reaction that would follow the mont he aid his sword.
That's how much the pressure that Chunghuh gave off was.
But at Moyong Gi's answer, Chunghuh's eyes widened slightly.
"You can see ? How far can you see?"
Moyong Gi shook his head.
"I can't see. It's just dark."
At Moyong Gi's reply, Chunghuh sucked in a breath.
"You can see that far? At your age?"
Even his friend, the Beggars' Sect leader, Hong Sochen, had not recognized it.
Even Johwasim, the best sword in Shaanxi, had not recognized it.
Even the sect leader of Wudang had only vaguely guessed.
But a boy who had not even reached the age of twenty had recognized it.
"No matter how many strange people there are in the martial world, who can believe this?"
Chunghuh had a genuinely surprised face. But Hong Sochen could no longer bear it and intervened.
"What on earth are you talking about? Surely you're not saying that I didn't recognize what that little kid recognized?"
Chunghuh looked back at Hong Sochen. Hong Sochen, with his brow furrowed, had a dissatisfied face.
"That's... you see..."
The mont Chunghuh opened his mouth, Hong Sochen's shout erupted.
"You rotten brat!"
'A gap!'
It was the first gap he had seen since eting Chunghuh. At that mont, his body reacted on its own. He drew his sword like lightning and thrust with all his might towards the thread-like gap.
He couldn't even hear Hong Sochen's thunderous shout. Only one point filled Moyong Gi's eyes. The mont he was about to pierce that point with the tip of his sword!
Clang!
Moyong Gi's sword spun around. Chunghuh had flicked his finger and pushed Moyong Gi's sword away.
'Damn it!'
Although it looked like he had lightly flicked it away, the force contained within was by no ans light.
He had almost dropped his sword. A trendous force was contained.
Moyong Gi rotated his body greatly and drew a circle. And then, following that grain, he aid for Chunghuh once more.
Clang!
This ti, Moyong Gi's sword shot up. Moyong Gi, without resisting that force, did a sorsault.
For the current Moyong Gi, it was impossible to resist Chunghuh's force.
So he did not resist that force and rode on it.
And then, as soon as he stepped on the ground, he charged out again.
Clang!
Zhuge Yeon's jaw dropped.
"Is that possible?"
Moyong Gi was strong. She knew because she had clashed swords with him every day.
Of course, he was no match for Hong Sochen or the masters of each sect.
However, she had not thought that they could face Moyong Gi with just one finger.
She had thought that Moyong Gi was soone who could at least bite off a leg.
"He's playing with Young Master Moyong with just one finger?"
Putting aside the fact that he did not move a single step against Moyong Gi's sword, whose trajectory was difficult to even follow with the eyes, it was hard to believe that he was facing Moyong Gi with just one finger.
The divine skill that Chunghuh was showing seed inhuman.
"No matter how much he is the Wudang's number one sword..."
She also knew that Chunghuh was strong.
However, the fa of the Wudang's number one sword was from twenty years ago.
A sword rusts if it is not used.
It was the general opinion that Chunghuh's case would be the sa.
Although Chunghuh's fa was high, in terms of skill, Hong Sochen, Johwasim, and Jinsan were placed above Chunghuh.
"No way!"
It was all wrong. Hong Sochen, who was standing there with his jaw dropped, was proof of that.
Chunghuh was a trendous master who was difficult to even look up to.
'It's not just , right?'
Zhuge Yeon, just in case, stealthily turned her gaze.
Not to ntion her uncle, Zhuge Guk, So Moogyeol and Woonhyun were also watching the duel between Moyong Gi and Chunghuh with faces as if they were possessed by sothing.
Cheon Youngyoung's already large eyes were wide open as if her eyeballs would fall out, and Myung Jin's eyes were dangerously gleaming with a reddish tinge.
Everyone was dazed and busy following the movents of the two people.
'This is not the ti for
to be like this!'
Now was the ti to capture even one more thing with her eyes.
Zhuge Yeon quickly turned her gaze to Moyong Gi.
Clang!
Chunghuh once again deflected Moyong Gi's sword.
Moyong Gi was still busy turning his direction without defying Chunghuh's force.
And when the tip of his sword was aid at Chunghuh again, Moyong Gi's sword had more and more force, and its speed beca faster.
It was not enough to just receive Chunghuh's force, he was returning it to Chunghuh.
Now, only about Hong Sochen could catch Moyong Gi's sword, and the rest were busy following the faintly left trajectory.
"Amazing!"
Hong Sochen let out an exclamation without realizing it.
Zhuge Guk, So Moogyeol, and the others also could not close their open mouths.
Chunghuh, who was turning Moyong Gi's sword with one finger, and Moyong Gi's skill of returning that force completely, were close to divine.
However, Moyong Gi himself was having a hard ti.
'Damn it! I can't handle this!'
The force and speed had increased as intended, to make up for his own shortcomings by returning Chunghuh's force.
And it was good up to the point of returning that force and attacking Chunghuh.
But that was all.
'This is a real monster.'
No matter how much he attacked, he was lightly pushed away, and only Chunghuh's force continued to be superimposed.
Because of that, Moyong Gi's body began to creak as if it was having a hard ti keeping up. If a little more ti passed, he would scream.
On the other hand, Chunghuh was not showing an end.
'If I had known it would be like this, I would have shaken it off enough from the beginning and attacked.'
He had to sufficiently resolve Chunghuh's force. It was a miscalculation to think that he could rub shoulders with him a little. A useless desire for victory had brought disaster.
'How much of a master is he?'
Moyong Gi's sword, which was carrying Chunghuh's force, was carrying more and more powerful force.
But Chunghuh's force, which was facing him, was the sa from the beginning to now.
The essence of using four taels to deflect a thousand catties had reached its peak.
'I can't stop now either...'
It had already surpassed the range that Moyong Gi could handle.
Moyong Gi himself could not resolve it.
He had to pour out his strength sohow.
'Should I send it flying to the ceiling?'
But seeing Chunghuh's happy face, he felt a sense of mischief.
He didn't like that he was smiling while he was suffering as if he was about to die.
Moyong Gi, who had changed his mind, gritted his teeth.
'If you can block it, block it!'
(End of Chapter)
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