Even in the sweltering midsumr weather, the students of the Martial Tiger Class diligently swung their swords.
"Wind and sand are vast!"
"Hah!"
"The deer dies horizontally!"
"Hah!"
Although the Seven Star Sword Art could not be considered a superior martial art, the faces of the students were as good as they could be. As the moves of the Seven Star Sword Art, which unfolded in accordance with the instructors' commands, now took shape and began to show so discipline, their faces brightened even more. It was because even the Seven Star Sword Art, which was learned by the ordinary martial artists of the Orthodox Justice Alliance, was much better than the martial arts they had learned so far. This was the reason why they were devoted to the Seven Star Sword Art even while sweating profusely in the hot weather.
However, not everyone was like that. For the children of families with so reputation in the martial world, the Seven Star Sword Art, which could be said to be the most basic of basics, was not sothing that would catch their eye. This was especially true for the children of the Nine Sects One Gang and the Five Great Families who had been demoted from the Ascending Dragon Class to the Martial Tiger Class. Among them, Peng Gahyeok had a face as if he was about to die.
"Damn it."
It was not just any place, but the Peng family. A martial artist of the Peng family was holding a sword, not a saber. It was a matter that might make his deceased ancestors rise from their graves and then grab the back of their necks and lie down again. It was a disgrace.
'I'm going to die, really.'
To be honest, he wanted to quit right away. This was really sothing he couldn't do. It was to the point where he was seriously considering leaving the Dragon and Phoenix Inn.
However, there were too many things that held him back from acting as he pleased. For now, even Peng Domyung, who was in the Orthodox Justice Alliance, would pour out curses. And that was the better part. His father, who was an elder in the Peng family, would first draw his sword and see.
"Stop."
At the shout of Head Instructor Go Sang, the students of the Martial Tiger Class all stopped their swords at once. Go Sang, who nodded with a satisfied face at their disciplined appearance, shouted again.
"Today's class is over! In the afternoon, everyone should focus on their individual training! That is all."
Led by Go Sang, the instructors rushed out. Peng Gahyeok, who let out a low sigh, first looked for Namgung Seocheon. However, Namgung Seocheon, as if he was in a hurry, was already leaving the training ground.
Peng Gahyeok's face contorted, and in the end, he looked for Jo Iljang. As Peng Gahyeok approached, Jo Iljang raised his hand.
"You've worked hard."
"What hard work."
Although it was a snappy reaction that could have made him feel bad, Jo Iljang did not say anything.
It would only make things worse to provoke him for no reason. He had no intention of sweating over a useless matter in the already hot weather.
"By the way... is Jeonggak still like that?"
At Peng Gahyeok's question, Jo Iljang gestured with his chin.
Following where Jo Iljang pointed, Jeonggak was walking weakly, staggering.
"It's probably going to take a long ti."
As Jo Iljang said, Jeonggak's eyes were cloudy. The intelligence that had made him stand out could no longer be found. He was moving without a purpose with a desolate face as if he had lost everything.
Peng Gahyeok's face contorted.
"At that point, shouldn't we just let him go? He's going to kill the kid at this rate."
Mokyoung, who had observed the mid-term examination, was furious. He had heard that Mokyoung, who had always shown a faint, gentle smile, had rampaged to the point where he wondered if it was the sa Mokyoung. It was because Jeonggak had violated several things that a disciple of Shaolin should never do.
"Elder Mokyoung must have his own thoughts."
"What thoughts. At this important ti, he's making him recite Buddhist scriptures, does this even make sense? It's already been a month, and he's been reciting Buddhist scriptures without even ti to sleep."
Even Jo Iljang thought that Mokyoung was being too harsh. So he had nothing to say to Peng Gahyeok's rebuttal. However, Jongri Hye, who had arrived a step late, stepped forward instead.
"Instead of worrying about Jeonggak, do sothing about Namgung Seocheon. He's not even studying Buddhist scriptures like Jeonggak, so what's so urgent that it's hard to even see his face?"
"That's..."
Peng Gahyeok shut his mouth.
It was because Namgung Seocheon was a problem he could not solve.
"And Juhye? Isn't she all better now? Why isn't she coming out yet? Is she going to leave the Dragon and Phoenix Inn?"
As Jongri Hye even ntioned Eon Juhye, Peng Gahyeok let out a groan.
It was clear that Jongri Hye was difficult to deal with.
Unlike Jo Iljang or Joo Jinsung, who knew how to yield at a reasonable line, she never gave in to anything. His head already ached at the thought of getting tired.
Peng Gahyeok quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, where's Joo Jinsung?"
"Huh? Jinsung?"
Jongri Hye rolled her eyes and then found Joo Jinsung, who was moving quickly in the distance.
"Hey! Where are you going again?"
"I'm busy! I'm going first."
Joo Jinsung, without even stopping his steps, suddenly shouted and then disappeared.
Jongri Hye's beautiful brow narrowed.
"What's wrong with him again?"
***
Joo Jinsung, who was standing at the entrance of the library, looked around with an anxious face and then slipped into the library in an instant. Even though it was a library that had paid considerable attention to ventilation, the unique musty sll hit him. Joo Jinsung let out a cough without realizing it.
"Ahem, ahem."
At that mont, a black object suddenly dropped down. Joo Jinsung's face contorted.
"Aish! Can't you show up with so presence?"
"What presence. It's just
anyway. Just give
the food."
And then, he snatched the bundle in Joo Jinsung's hand in an instant. Joo Jinsung, with his empty hands, fidgeted and then looked at So Moogyeol.
"Did you learn so kind of snatching technique?"
"What are you talking about?"
"It's like that, isn't it. You snatched the luggage in my hand so easily without even learning a snatching technique? Even my master probably couldn't do that."
Since it was sothing that happened every ti, he had prepared quite a bit, but this ti too, there was no room. So Moogyeol's hand movents were so skillful that he had no choice but to be caught even if he knew.
"You should try sticking with that guy too. You'll end up doing it even if you don't want to."
The duel with Moyong Gi was a desperate one for So Moogyeol. If he didn't want to be hit, he had to use not only his staff, but also his hands and feet. And if that didn't work, he had to at least bite. Although he had been beaten to death, thanks to that, he had been able to learn the basics of snatching and kicking techniques even if he hadn't learned them systematically.
"Wow. That guy must be a good teacher."
Joo Jinsung muttered with a hollow laugh without realizing it. And then, with a face that said he didn't understand, he looked at So Moogyeol.
"At that point, you should have just endured it and stuck with him, right? The Pure Martial Grand Tournant is your goal too, isn't it?"
"Aish. Can you still say such things after seeing that state? Do you think you could have endured it?"
When So Moogyeol had secretly co to see Joo Jinsung, his appearance had certainly been terrible. His whole body was black and swollen, to the point where even Joo Jinsung wouldn't have recognized him if he hadn't revealed that he was So Moogyeol with his own mouth.
"But your skills are definitely improving, right? At that point, you should just endure it..."
"Shut up. By the way, why are the side dishes like this? How co it's all greens?"
So Moogyeol looked at Joo Jinsung with dissatisfied eyes.
"Eat what you're given. What's with all the complaints when you're getting a free al?"
"What do you an, I'm getting a free al? Did you forget that this is all a deal?"
Joo Jinsung let out a groan. Still, since he was the one who was at a disadvantage, he soon nodded.
"Alright. I'll be more careful from next ti. By the way, you're definitely going to teach
the movent technique, right?"
"Of course. Why would I hide it as if it's so kind of secret?"
It was a matter of releasing a few dogs. It didn't seem like Moyong Gi was trying to hide it, so there was no reason for him to hide it either. In fact, when he had said he would tell Hong Sochen, he hadn't seed to care.
"Really? Then when can I start?"
Joo Jinsung's pupils sparkled with anticipation.
So Moogyeol looked at Joo Jinsung with ambiguous eyes.
"Can you hit your uncle's acupoints?"
"My uncle? Why my uncle?"
"What do you an, why? Because it's necessary. Just answer the question. Can you hit your uncle's acupoints?"
"That's, well..."
Joo Jinsung's face, as he trailed off, darkened.
So Moogyeol showed a question.
"Why? Is there a problem?"
However, Joo Jinsung did not open his mouth for a while. With his shoulders slumped and his face contorted, he eventually let out a groan.
"I'm not even treated like a person."
"Wow."
So Moogyeol let out a hollow laugh without realizing it. Recalling Lee Cheonggang's disposition, he understood what he ant at once. He thought it was quite peculiar.
"That's ridiculous. What's so great about being demoted to the Martial Tiger Class. It can happen. By any chance, the other kids too?"
"As for them, well... as you know, our uncle is a bit like that."
Joo Jinsung's face, as he spoke, was still heavy.
So Moogyeol clicked his tongue and shut his mouth. It was because he couldn't think of any words of comfort.
After spending so ti just looking at each other's faces, Joo Jinsung broke the silence first.
"Can't you do it?"
"?"
"Yes. You know how to hit acupoints, right?"
"That's true, but..."
So Moogyeol scratched his cheek.
Although he had often hit the paralysis or mute acupoints, he had never tried to just block the flow of internal energy like Moyong Gi.
"Why? Is there a problem?"
"Because I've never done it before..."
"Try it this ti. Then it'll be fine, right?"
"That's a bit dangerous."
Although Moyong Gi had hit it so casually that he hadn't realized it at first. But when he thought about it later, they were all vital points. If you hit them wrong, you would die instantly.
"Aish. Surely you won't die, right? You try it."
"This is really dangerous."
"I said it's okay. If you're really worried, you can do it gently."
Normally, it would have been a refusal without even thinking. However, Joo Jinsung was a guy he had been close with. Even if their relationship had soured, he was also a friend he could go to if he was in a hurry. It was difficult to just refuse a request from such a guy who was down in the dumps.
"Should I?"
"Yes. I said it's okay."
So Moogyeol pondered for a long ti even after that. However, he could not win against Joo Jinsung's sparkling eyes. So Moogyeol had no choice but to nod in the end.
"Alright. Let's do it."
Joo Jinsung's face lit up.
"You've thought well. It'll be fine, so you don't have to worry."
At Joo Jinsung's grinning face, So Moogyeol licked his lips. And then, after moderately adjusting his internal energy, he poked the Dangmun acupoint without warning. At that mont, Joo Jinsung let out a stifled groan.
"Gasp!"
"Huh?"
At Joo Jinsung's intense reaction, So Moogyeol was flustered. However, Joo Jinsung was already foaming at the mouth and had fallen backwards.
"So Moogyeol, you bastard..."
"Hey, you punk! Hey! Get a hold of yourself!"
***
"So he's not coming?"
At Johwasim's cold words, Gongson Do broke out in a cold sweat. Gongson Do, while continuously wiping his forehead, replied.
"Senior Brother. It's not that, he said he'll co to see you soon..."
"Isn't that the sa thing?"
Gongson Do, who had confird Johwasim's transparently lightening pupils, felt his heart drop. The grotesque sight of the whites of his eyes and his pupils becoming indistinguishable was sothing he could not get used to even after being with him for decades.
'Why did Master teach Senior Brother sothing like this...'
At tis like this, he resented his master who had passed away twenty years ago. He should have just taught him the Zixia Divine Art, but by teaching him sothing like the Wuji Heart Sutra, he felt like he wouldn't die of old age.
However, he had to postpone his resentnt towards his master for now. What was more important now was to calm down Johwasim, who seed ready to stand up at any mont.
"It's different."
"Different?"
"That's right. It's not that he's not coming, but that he can't co."
Only then did Johwasim's transparently lightening pupils flinch.
(End of Chapter)
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