Record of the Dragon Chapter 36

Moyong Gi, who had hardened his heart, once again extended his sword to Chunghuh.

Clang!

Chunghuh, with a continuously pleased face, struck the flat of the sword with his finger.

Moyong Gi's face contorted as he drew a large circle.

And then, with a flash in his eyes, he strongly flicked the hilt of his sword with his thumb.

Whoosh!

Moyong Gi's sword spun fiercely.

'Th-this!'

Chunghuh's face, which had been smiling while receiving Moyong Gi's sword, hardened for the first ti.

It was because he had never thought that his excitent, born from his curiosity about how far Moyong Gi could receive, would co back in this way.

'I can't just receive it!'

Moyong Gi's fiercely spinning sword approached Chunghuh threateningly.

The closer the distance, the more power was added to the rotation, making it a more destructive form.

"Hup!"

Chunghuh moved one foot back and firmly supported his body.

And then, as he quickly crossed his arms, the wide sleeves that swayed along that trajectory drew a complete Taiji.

Wudang's ultimate technique, the Taiji Fist, once again revealed itself in Chunghuh's hands.

'Will that work?'

He was well aware that Wudang's Taiji Fist was excellent at controlling strong force.

However, his own sword had also never failed to pierce through.

Although Moyong Gi's martial arts did not reach that level at that ti, it now carried Chunghuh's force as well.

'Should I turn the direction even now?'

He pondered for a mont, but it was already too late. If he moved carelessly, his own wrist would be sent flying. It was because it also carried Chunghuh's force.

'Ah, I don't know. He'll take care of it.'

At that mont, with a thud, blood splattered.

Moyong Gi's palm could not withstand it.

Red blood drew a circle like a sword screen.

Moyong Gi gritted his teeth and jumped into it.

Thrust!

'Huh?'

There was no such thing as a loud roar.

It felt like stabbing a soft pillow.

Chunghuh's Taiji had finally received Moyong Gi's sword.

'He's a monster, really! But this much is not enough!'

The rotation of the sword was still not dead.

Rather, it was busy gnawing at Chunghuh's sleeve, baring its teeth fiercely.

Finely torn white cloth pieces and red blood scattered in all directions.

Even in the midst of that, Moyong Gi's sword stubbornly advanced.

Chunghuh's face contorted.

'It's not easy.'

Although he had succeeded in slowing down Moyong Gi's sword, it was difficult to completely hold it down.

It was possible if he raised his internal energy to the extre.

However, he did not think that Moyong Gi could handle the rebound force.

While he was pondering what to do for a mont, Moyong Gi's sword was already aiming to dig into Chunghuh's chest.

At that mont, Chunghuh made up his mind.

"Huh?"

Moyong Gi raised his voice sharply.

It was because he had not expected Chunghuh's choice to twist the sword path.

And at that mont, Moyong Gi's sword extended.

Moyong Gi, facing the blackening wall, his face contorted.

"Damn it!"

Crash!

***

That day, Moyong Gi was with Myung Jin.

Moyong Gi, who was lying sprawled on the field, asked Myung Jin, who was tending to his sword with a gloomy face.

"What on earth is wrong?"

Everyone knew that Myung Jin was sensitive.

So he often got on edge even over trivial matters.

However, he did not cross the line.

It was because he was always aware that he was in the middle of a battle.

However, even such a Myung Jin could not control himself, especially in the first month of the year. A big fight broke out over a small matter.

Naturally, it was not a good situation. The only ones who could control Myung Jin were Moyong Gi and Cheol Muhan.

So the two took turns staying by Myung Jin's side.

However, Moyong Gi, who had grown tired of that, could not bear it and asked.

"Tell . What's wrong. That way, I can do sothing."

However, Myung Jin had no answer. He was still just focused on tending to his sword.

"Ah, really..."

Moyong Gi, with a face full of annoyance, scratched his head and sat up.

"Don't you see that everyone is holding their breath because of you? This whole ss is because of you. Don't you feel sorry for the kids?"

Only then did Myung Jin look back at Moyong Gi.

His reddened eyes were full of killing intent, as if blood would drip from them.

Moyong Gi, without realizing it, beca tense.

'Damn it, I shouldn't have provoked him.'

Although he didn't know the reason, he was full of venom.

In such cases, it would only subside after a release. He had provoked him wrongly.

'Damn.'

Moyong Gi, glancing at Myung Jin, stealthily reached for his sword.

Facing the venomous Myung Jin with bare hands was a suicidal act.

He needed a sword.

Moyong Gi, who had made his calculation, swallowed hard and tensed his relaxed muscles, but Myung Jin spun his gaze away.

Moyong Gi's eyes widened.

"Huh?"

And then, as if looking at a strange creature, he observed Myung Jin from various angles.

"Are you really Myung Jin? You don't seem to be the Myung Jin I know."

Myung Jin's face contorted.

"Get away. You'll really die."

The sound of him gritting his teeth was mixed in. He was forcing himself to endure it.

However, Moyong Gi let out a hollow laugh.

"Did this guy eat sothing wrong? He's doing sothing that doesn't suit him."

It was Myung Jin, whose fists ca before words.

If a sword fight had broken out, it should have broken out already.

Despite being from the prestigious Wudang of the orthodox sects, he was a guy who did not suit the word 'patience' in the slightest.

Rather than being curious, he was dumbfounded. So he was just staring foolishly, but Myung Jin suddenly said.

"I'm not fighting today. Don't provoke ."

"So why?"

"It's our master's death anniversary."

"Your master?"

Moyong Gi rolled his eyes.

"Was he called the True Man Chunghuh? The first Dragon Slaying Brigade Leader?"

"That's right."

Myung Jin's voice, as he answered, was sowhat lacking in strength.

However, Moyong Gi, without caring, continued to ask.

"I heard he was very strong."

"He was strong. He was so strong that he couldn't even be compared to the likes of ."

Moyong Gi had heard that story a lot. He had heard that he was a master who could be counted on one hand even when looking at the long history of Wudang. So he was curious.

"Why did such a person pass away?"

Myung Jin, with his jaw clenched, t Moyong Gi's eyes.

Only then could Moyong Gi notice.

That Myung Jin's reddened eyes were not gleaming with killing intent, but because he was forcing back his tears.

***

Moyong Gi's eyes fluttered open.

"Was it a dream?"

It was an old mory. But it was not a pleasant mory. Although that day had passed quietly, the next day had been a bloody sword dance.

Moyong Gi, who was shaking his head, his face contorted.

"Ouch, my head."

A lump the size of a fist could be felt on his forehead.

It was a big lump, to the point where it would be strange if it didn't hurt.

Moyong Gi pressed his forehead.

"Aish. This is why it hurts. That's right! The True Man Chunghuh!"

Moyong Gi suddenly shot up. Then, sothing that had been draped over Moyong Gi's upper body fell with a thud.

"Ouch! What bastard!"

Woonhyun, who had rolled on the floor, shot up and his face contorted.

And then, discovering Moyong Gi, his eyes widened.

"Huh? When did you wake up?"

"Huh? Just now... no, that's not it, why are you in my room?"

"That's because you weren't waking up, so I was worried. Hey! Everyone, wake up. This guy is awake."

"Huh?"

Moyong Gi followed Woonhyun's gaze. Zhuge Yeon and Cheon Youngyoung, who had been sleeping with their heads on the table, ca into view first. Zhuge Yeon quickly wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and said.

"Huh? You're awake?"

"Huh? Yeah."

Cheon Youngyoung just blinked her eyes without a word. In the midst of that, So Moogyeol, who had been sprawled on the floor, scratched his head and sat up.

"You're alive?"

That guy always had to say things like that.

Moyong Gi's face contorted.

"Of course. Did you want

to die?"

As Moyong Gi growled, this ti it was Myung Jin.

Myung Jin, who had been sleeping leaning against the wall, approached with his arms crossed and looked down.

"Are you okay?"

"This much is, well..."

Moyong Gi nodded. Then, as if a thought had struck him, he grabbed Myung Jin's collar with an urgent face.

"By the way, where did your master go?"

"Our master?"

"Yes. Where did your master go? Let

et him."

For several years, Moyong Gi had been aware that his martial arts had stagnated.

The only breakthrough he could have was to imitate the martial arts of others.

However, like So Moogyeol's Dog Beating Staff Technique, there were more cases where he couldn't have it than cases where he could, and even what he had taken had a minimal effect.

It was because it could only be used within the frawork that Moyong Gi had.

So Moyong Gi was in a hurry.

Chunghuh's higher level of martial arts was a new stimulus.

It seed like he could unravel the tangled skein.

However, Myung Jin did not give the answer that Moyong Gi wanted.

"He returned to Wudang."

"What are you talking about? How long has it been since he ca?"

Moyong Gi raised his voice. His montum was quite fierce.

However, Myung Jin replied calmly.

"He is a person who does not usually co down from Mount Wudang."

Moyong Gi's face contorted. Then he suddenly shot up.

"I'm going too."

Woonhyun caught Moyong Gi.

"Hey, you punk. Where are you going?"

"Where do you think I'm going? Wudang."

As Moyong Gi shook his arm, Woonhyun's hand fell off. It was a strange skill no matter how many tis he saw it.

As Woonhyun's jaw dropped, So Moogyeol, who had co to his senses first, grabbed Moyong Gi's leg and clung to him.

"Hey, you bastard. Where do you think you're going? It's Wudang, Wudang."

There was no problem with Moyong Gi climbing Mount Wudang.

It was Wudang, which had many pilgrims and tourists.

However, Moyong Gi's purpose was Chunghuh.

This had a high possibility of becoming a problem.

"Aren't you going to let go of this? I'm going to kick."

"No, don't kick... ah, that's not it. Hey, you guys stop him too."

As soon as the words ended, Zhuge Yeon quickly blocked the path.

"Please calm down first. What about the Dragon and Phoenix Inn, you're going to Wudang?"

"Is the Dragon and Phoenix Inn the problem now? Ah, no. You guys pack your bags too. Let's all go together."

Looking at his eyes, he was serious.

However, for a Dragon and Phoenix Inn student to leave the Orthodox Justice Alliance without permission was a major incident.

Woonhyun, who had made his calculation, quickly clung to Moyong Gi's remaining leg.

If he grabbed his arm, he would just shake it off again.

"Hey, you punk. Where are you going? You'll really get in big trouble."

"These guys! I'm really going to kick."

"So don't kick!"

"Don't go either!"

Myung Jin sighed. And then he grabbed Moyong Gi's shoulder.

"Why you too?"

"Master told

to tell you."

"Huh?"

"He said that for a tree to grow big, it's not that it has many branches, but that its roots must be deep."

"That's a given... huh?"

"He said you would understand."

Moyong Gi's eyes widened.

"No way! He saw that in that short mont?"

He had t many famous masters of the martial world, but no one had recognized it.

Far from recognizing it, they were busy praising him.

But Chunghuh had seen through it in just one duel.

'Isn't he a real monster? How high is his realm?'

You can only see as much as you know.

The fact that he had recognized the weakness that Moyong Gi had ant that Chunghuh had also gone through this process.

In particular, the fact that he had recognized it at a glance was important.

He couldn't even fathom the depth of his martial arts.

So Moogyeol, who was just watching, tugged on Moyong Gi's pants.

"You and the True Man Chunghuh... what on earth are you seeing?"

(End of Chapter)