Genius Martial Arts Trainer

Gwiryeong Mountain

He was the head of Salmak, commonly known as the Killing King in Zhongyuan.

The reason he was called the Killing King was quite peculiar.

Unlike other supreme masters who earned titles such as Three Swords of the World or Seven Kings through duels or life-and-death battles, he had no records of engaging in direct combat with them.

It was understandable. After all, he was an assassin.

However, in the process of Salmak becoming known as the greatest assassin group in Zhongyuan, countless masters lost their lives to the head of Salmak.

Thus, he came to be known as the Killing King.

The belief that if the Killing King took on a contract to kill, he could eliminate even the most formidable of the Seven Kings spread throughout Zhongyuan.

Recently, a series of unpleasant news reached the head of Salmak.

It started with the news that Salmak’s headquarters had been discovered by Mu-gyeong, a Shaolin monk known for his unwavering determination.

Following that was the news of their failure to handle Mu-gyeong.

Worst of all was the news of a failed raid conducted while the Shaolin monks were away.

A few days after hearing this dreadful news, yet another unpleasant message arrived.

– “Master, it seems that Shaolin monks are climbing Gwiryeong Mountain.”

There was a possibility, but he hadn’t expected they would actually come.

Despite the imminent sectarian strife, they sent their disciples here.

– “To think they would come here with so few.”

Seeing their arrogance as an opportunity, the head of Salmak gave an order.

– “Rather than a direct attack, use the formation to impede their advance.”

– “Yes, Master.”

They didn’t have much time.

Their goal was likely to clear this place before the strife began.

It was advantageous to wear them down bit by bit rather than attacking them head-on.

Of course, escaping via another route while they climbed the mountain was also an option.

The enemy wouldn’t have the luxury to pursue them, considering the upcoming strife.

However, the head of Salmak made a cold decision.

That would tarnish the name of Salmak, known as the greatest assassin group in Zhongyuan.

They would be defeated by merely twenty Shaolin disciples.

Moreover,

– “It would be helpful to my master if I take care of that Shaolin Dragon.”

He belonged to Shinchun, harboring resentment against the Shaolin Dragon.

However, he wasn’t one of the great leaders like the Martial Alliance leader.

He wasn’t part of a specific unit but was a direct subordinate of the master.

His main task was to assassinate those who hindered Shinchun’s grand plan or betrayed them, using Salmak.

Very few within Shinchun knew of his affiliation. Among the leaders, only Sa-doryeonju Hyeok Jin-gang knew.

Being a direct subordinate to the master, he chose to eliminate the Shaolin Dragon during this opportunity.

Things were going according to his plan. The assassins of Salmak followed his orders diligently.

Of course, the Shaolin monks didn’t just sit back.

They often succeeded in finding and killing the hidden assassins.

But the head of Salmak wasn’t disheartened.

The common assassins of Salmak were mere expendables.

Kidnapped or bought children, trained and tortured for years to become puppets.

Though costly and labor-intensive, it was worth it if they killed those hindering the grand plan.

A little later.

The Shaolin monks, after breaking through formations, traps, and assassins, finally reached the mansion where the head resided.

– “Not bad.”

Hiding in the mist, the head of Salmak calmly approached the Shaolin monks.

Seeing several injured and exhausted, he judged it was enough to massacre them.

– “That mansion is the center of the formation! Destroy the items there to dispel the mist and make it easier to fight!”

Then, a middle-aged man with a fan, at the center of the monks, shouted.

The head of Salmak instantly recognized him as Jegal Muhwan.

Following his shout, the monks’ formation changed.

The head of Salmak realized it was an opportunity.

Focusing on his stealth technique, he approached the Shaolin Dragon without making a sound.

As the Shaolin Dragon, surrounded by those breaking the mansion’s formations, performed the final technique, the head of Salmak, now close, thrust his sword at the Shaolin Dragon’s heart.

At that moment, a golden shield appeared on the Shaolin Dragon’s chest.

Astonishing reaction speed. He responded instantly to the sudden attack right after performing a technique.

The head of Salmak, being informed about the Shaolin Dragon, knew this shield could only be penetrated by a powerful attack.

Moreover, even if pierced, the Shaolin Dragon’s skin was nearly impenetrable.

But he wasn’t worried.

He trusted his sword.

Long ago.

The legendary Dragon Slayer Sword, bestowed by an emperor to the greatest assassin to kill a dragon, promising immortality if they obtained the dragon’s pearl.

The sword, designed to pierce a dragon’s reverse scale, easily penetrated the Shaolin Dragon’s shield.

Swish!

As the sword dug into the Shaolin Dragon’s chest.

– “!”

For a moment, the head of Salmak was surprised.

Even as the shield was pierced, the Shaolin Dragon didn’t show any panic and leaped backward.

At the same time, a powerful force emanated from the Shaolin Dragon’s right leg, aimed at the head of Salmak.

Retrieving his sword, the head of Salmak quickly retreated.

Though he failed to kill the Shaolin Dragon in one strike, he wasn’t disappointed.

Though he missed the heart, dark blood oozed from the Shaolin Dragon’s chest.

For some reason, thanks to deploying the Golden Turtle Technique and dodging, Mu-jin’s heart was not immediately pierced.

However, a sharp pain arose from his chest.

It wasn’t simply because he had been stabbed by the small blade.

‘Poison, as expected.’

Seeing the blackened blood oozing out, Mu-jin quickly moved his hands to press the pressure points around the wound.

Even while doing this, his eyes were fixed straight ahead, but he could only confirm the sight of the small blade vanishing into thin air right before his eyes.

The stealth technique was so well-executed that, even though he was watching, it disappeared as if by magic.

Mu-jin continued to scan his surroundings restlessly, using his internal energy to fight the poison invading his chest, because he didn’t know where the enemy would attack from next.

Meanwhile, the other martial artists began engaging in full-scale combat with the assassins.

Fortunately, the fog was gradually clearing.

As the influence of the formation weakened, detecting the assassins became easier, allowing the martial artists to take a more proactive approach in seeking them out.

‘I just need to take care of that one.’

Mu-jin thought as he recalled the assassin who had ambushed him, but it was a naive thought.

Swish.

“Ugh…”

Hye-sol, who had been crushing an assassin’s head, suddenly groaned in frustration.

An unnoticed ambush had pierced his side.

While Hye-sol hesitated due to the severe injury, the assassin closed in and swung the small blade at Hye-sol’s neck.

Clang!

The small blade was blocked by Mu-gyeong’s Golden Cow.

While Mu-gyeong bought time, Hye-geol swiftly moved in to deal with the assassin.

However.

“Gah…”

Another victim fell elsewhere.

It was the same enemy’s doing again.

“Mu-gyeong!”

Mu-jin shouted towards Mu-gyeong, who was best at detecting the assassins’ presence, but the response was negative.

“I’m searching too!”

Despite his outstanding detection abilities honed through multiple battles with the assassins, even Mu-gyeong couldn’t locate the enemy.

Thus, Mu-jin realized the enemy’s true identity.

“That must be the Head of Salmak!”

Only the King of Assassins, recognized as one of the Seven Kings, could possess such unrivaled stealth and the ability to pierce through the Golden Turtle Technique and the Jade Golden Strong Art with such precision.

Realizing the enemy’s identity did not improve the situation.

“Gah…”

This time, a second disciple fell victim to the ambush.

Mu-jin, surveying the battlefield, saw the small blade emerge from thin air and charged at it with all his might.

Despite fighting the poison, he channeled his internal energy at full power, causing blood to rise from within, but Mu-jin paid no heed.

Just as he closed the distance and unleashed his energy, the enemy vanished once again.

Although Mu-jin’s sudden assault forced the enemy to retreat, saving the disciple’s life by a hair’s breadth, it was merely keeping him barely alive.

“Cough.”

Mu-jin urgently shouted to the coughing disciple spitting blood.

“Regulate your breathing! Master!”

Mu-jin stood guard beside the second disciple, fending off the assassins.

Meanwhile, other Shaolin disciples also stood guard around those who had fallen to the enemy, helping them regulate their breathing and fighting the assassins.

But Mu-jin knew.

This was only a temporary measure.

‘Three have already fallen. A few more and it will be critical.’

Though all three were severely injured, none had died immediately.

But as a former soldier, Mu-jin knew that this was even worse.

Severe injuries compounded with poison meant that several martial artists had to stay behind to treat and protect the wounded, thus tying down their forces.

‘Could it be that the enemy is deliberately inflicting severe injuries instead of killing?’

If that were the case, the enemy was a truly clever hunter.

At that moment, Jegal Muhwan’s voice penetrated Mu-jin’s ears.

– Shaolin Dragon, abandon the wounded. Otherwise, everyone will die.

– Shut up.

Mu-jin vehemently responded to Jegal Muhwan’s ruthless judgment, but he knew inside that if things continued like this, they would only be manipulated and eventually fall.

Perhaps, abandoning the wounded and fighting would be the only way to save even a few.

Yet, knowing this, Mu-jin couldn’t easily choose that path.

As he felt his head about to burst from the contemplation of finding another way.

– Mu-jin.

Mu-gyeong’s voice reached Mu-jin’s ears.

– When the enemy attacks again, I will try to hold him down.

– Can you find him?

– I can’t find him, but I think I can hold him down somehow.

Guarding the second disciple, Mu-jin turned his head slightly to look at Mu-gyeong.

Whatever idea Mu-gyeong had, he gazed at Mu-jin with a determined expression.

After a brief hesitation, Mu-jin nodded, thinking they had nothing to lose.

As soon as Mu-jin gave his consent, a fierce wave of energy began to emanate from Mu-gyeong.

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