Genius Martial Arts Trainer

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Ever since Mu-gyeong learned that the assassin who injured the Shaolin elders was the Head of Salmak, he harbored a thought.

He wanted to tear that bastard apart with his own hands.

In a way, the death of Hye-gwan Sasook was because of him.

Simply because their headquarters was exposed, countless assassins were sent to launch endless surprise attacks.

Since Hye-gwan died because of that man, only by tearing him apart could Mu-gyeong appease Hye-gwan’s spirit.

However, no matter how much he heightened his senses, he couldn’t locate the presence of the Head of Salmak.

“Ugh…”

Meanwhile, another Sasook fell victim to him, suffering serious injuries.

With three severely injured, the battle was increasingly turning against them.

Other Shaolin disciples were also becoming disoriented in dealing with the assassins.

It wasn’t simply because their numbers had dwindled.

They couldn’t make bold moves because they didn’t know where the elusive foe would attack from.

Whack!

Amidst this, blood splattered on Mu-gyeong’s face as he crushed the head of an assassin.

A murderous impulse surged within him, making him want to tear apart all the assassins, including the Head of Salmak, who were present here.

Therefore, Mu-gyeong bit his tongue hard.

For some, the taste might be metallic, but for some reason, the blood tasted sweet to him. The intense pain that came with it cleared Mu-gyeong’s mind.

Perhaps because he regained his composure, Mu-gyeong came up with a plan.

‘Can I do it?’

Although he thought of it, it was a very risky move.

If he made even a slight mistake, it could endanger his allies instead of capturing the enemy.

But after a firm shake of his head, Mu-gyeong steeled himself and sent a telepathic message to Mu-jin.

After seeing Mu-jin nod, Mu-gyeong extracted every bit of his remaining internal energy from his dantian.

The vast internal energy coursed through his entire body’s acupoints and began to rapidly form water droplets.

Although Mu-gyeong had more internal energy compared to his peers, it wasn’t abundant enough to freely use the Golden Turtle Technique.

Because of this, in the last battle, he exhausted his internal energy and ended up using the Celestial Blood Absorption Technique.

However, Mu-gyeong had no intention of repeating the same mistake this time.

‘I’ll just bind him. If I can do that, Mu-jin will finish the rest.’

The plan Mu-gyeong came up with was something he could think of because he trusted Mu-jin.

Draining all his internal energy, Mu-gyeong succeeded in creating over a hundred golden droplets.

It was an incredible number compared to the usual twenty or so he made to conserve internal energy.

Perhaps because numerous golden droplets surrounded Mu-gyeong, even the assassins of Salmak were hesitant to attack him.

That meant—

Slash.

“Ugh…”

The enemy was targeting other Shaolin warriors.

And the moment the Head of Salmak lunged with a short sword to attack,

Whoosh!

The countless golden droplets created by Mu-gyeong flew towards the spot where the short sword had appeared.

However, before the golden droplets could reach, the short sword disappeared again.

Mu-gyeong had anticipated this as well.

‘The real part starts now.’

Reminding himself, Mu-gyeong spread the golden droplets in all directions right after they reached the spot where the short sword had appeared.

As if a modern grenade exploded, scattering dust and fragments everywhere.

If the enemy was hiding, he would just reveal their position by attacking from all directions.

That was Mu-gyeong’s conclusion.

But there was a significant problem with this method.

It wasn’t just the Head of Salmak and the assassins in that place.

There were also the injured Sasook and three Shaolin warriors fighting the assassins nearby.

Bang!

Furthermore, Mu-jin, who believed in Mu-gyeong and threw himself towards that direction, was also within the explosion range of the golden droplets.

And the ensuing phenomenon was a bizarre sight.

Some of the golden droplets spreading out in all directions subtly changed their trajectory.

All the droplets flying towards the nearby Shaolin disciples narrowly missed their bodies.

It was astonishing.

Even in a static scenario with wooden dummies, it would be difficult to achieve this precision. And now, everyone was in the middle of a battle.

Mu-gyeong was predicting the movements of the Shaolin disciples based on their actions and controlling all the golden droplets accordingly.

Predicting the movements of the Shaolin elders while simultaneously controlling countless golden droplets required intense concentration, making Mu-gyeong feel like his brain was burning.

Drip.

As Mu-gyeong felt his nose running from the mental overload,

‘It’s fortunate that it’s Mu-jin.’

He thought to himself.

After all, he didn’t need to control the droplets heading towards Mu-jin.

Crash!

Five golden droplets collided with Mu-jin’s Golden Turtle Technique, creating a loud noise, but Mu-gyeong didn’t mind.

He was certain that Mu-jin wouldn’t be harmed by his golden droplets.

And Mu-gyeong’s risky maneuver of exhausting his internal energy paid off.

In one of the spaces covered by the numerous golden droplets,

Clang!

A short sword appeared out of nowhere, deflecting the incoming golden droplet.

Of course, the short sword vanished into thin air again, but—

“Gotcha!! You bastard!!”

Mu-jin was already there, swinging his fist.

* * *

When Mu-gyeong first created the enormous number of golden droplets,

Mu-jin couldn’t understand what Mu-gyeong was planning.

However, having decided to trust Mu-gyeong, Mu-jin left the Sasook he was guarding to Mu-gung and prepared himself.

Slash!

And at the moment the disciple fell to the short sword of the enemy,

As Mu-gyeong shot the golden droplets, Mu-jin threw himself in that direction.

Witnessing the scene that unfolded, Mu-jin couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

‘Mu-gyeong, you crazy bastard!!’

This curse had a different meaning than the usual teasing.

In fact, Mu-jin had also considered this method.

The problem was that he abandoned it because it could also sweep away their allies.

Mu-jin wondered if Mu-gyeong had lost himself to revenge after seeing his method that disregarded the safety of their allies.

However, what he saw next was beyond his expectations.

‘…Madman.’

Amidst the countless golden droplets spreading out, they precisely avoided hitting the Shaolin monks.

Such precise control of qi was a talent in a realm that Mu-jin wouldn’t reach even with decades of training.

However, the fact that the golden droplets flying towards him did not deviate from their paths felt strange.

As Mu-gyeong had hoped, Mu-jin ignored the fragments of golden droplets and charged forward.

Right after that, he saw the enemy’s short sword emerging from thin air, striking down a golden droplet.

Ping!

Mu-jin spread the energy of his Hundred Shadows Step wide, targeting the spot where the short sword had emerged, and charged.

Slash!

The short sword reappeared in the air, easily cutting through the qi, but—

“Hehe.”

Mu-jin was already right in front of the short sword.

A bizarre sight of a black-painted sword blade floating in mid-air.

To anyone else, it would look like a swordsmanship technique, but behind that short sword—

Mu-jin thrust his fist towards the invisible hand holding the short sword.

Whoosh!

Surprisingly, instead of disappearing into thin air, the short sword moved towards Mu-jin’s incoming fist.

It was an attempt to cut off his hand, considering it could slice through his skin and bones like paper.

However, the fist was a feint from the start.

Having mastered close combat techniques, Mu-jin drew back his fist and moved his palm towards the short sword.

Just before his palm could be cut by the short sword, he deftly changed direction to grab the invisible hand holding the short sword.

Despite his risky maneuver, Mu-jin’s palm was lightly cut by the sharp sword, and blackened blood, poisoned by the blade, began to ooze from his palm. But Mu-jin saw this as an advantage.

The blood flowing from his hand stained the unseen hand of the enemy dark red.

Without hesitation, Mu-jin pulled the hand he had grabbed.

Thanks to his immense strength, the unseen body of the enemy was pulled forward.

Waiting to greet the approaching enemy was a punch from Mu-jin’s other hand.

Bang!!!

Accompanied by an explosive sound, blood splattered in the air from the invisible space.

Right after, the previously invisible area blurred and revealed a man dressed in black night clothes.

It was a horrific sight.

A huge hole was gaping in his side, with blood and intestines spilling out.

‘You persistent bastard.’

Mu-jin frowned as he looked at the Head of Salmak, who had a massive hole in his side that made survival impossible.

Not just his side, but his right shoulder was also half-torn.

It wasn’t because Mu-jin’s pull had torn it.

The moment Mu-jin grabbed his right hand, the Head of Salmak had tried to sever his right shoulder himself.

The knife-like sharp left hand that had dug halfway into his right shoulder was proof of that.

‘He’s like a salamander.’

If Mu-jin had been even a little late in pulling and attacking the enemy, he would have lost him again.

But that was only a hypothetical scenario.

Despite the gaping wound in his side, the Head of Salmak continued moving his left hand that was cutting into his right shoulder, and Mu-jin countered the deadly attack with his fist.

Crash!!

If it had been his bizarre short sword, it might have been different, but an ordinary warrior’s hand could not withstand a punch from Mu-jin, which was like striking an iron bar.

Mu-jin then aimed his last punch at the head of the Head of Salmak, whose left hand had been shattered into a grotesque shape.

* * *

The battle after dealing with the Head of Salmak wasn’t too difficult.

Not that it was easy, but it became more manageable compared to when the Head of Salmak was present.

Four were already down due to the Head of Salmak, and another four couldn’t participate in the fight as they were treating the injured and standing guard.

With nearly half of their forces out and everyone exhausted, the Shaolin monks barely managed to handle the remaining assassins without any fatalities.

Although no one died, there wasn’t a single uninjured Shaolin monk left among those who had come here.

After dealing with the last assassin, the Shaolin monks stood guard, covered themselves in healing salves and bandages, and ingested antidotes to expel the remaining poison from their bodies while circulating their qi.

As they took turns treating and guarding each other to recover,

Mu-jin finished his first-aid treatment and stood up.

“Phew.”

Exhaling deeply due to the aching pain in his chest and palm, Mu-jin turned his head to look at Mu-gyeong.

“…Are you alright?”

Mu-jin asked awkwardly, unlike his usual self.

“I don’t know… I thought I’d feel better after getting revenge, but I just feel empty.”

Mu-gyeong, his face exhausted from the intense battle, sighed lightly.

Sometimes, people say that revenge only breeds more revenge, and that it makes one no different from the enemy.

But revenge is inherently satisfying. Mu-jin believed that if someone wrongs you, you should repay them in kind, or even worse.

However, there is one kind of revenge that can never be truly fulfilled:

Revenge for a murder.

No matter how much revenge one takes, the dead do not come back.

However,

“I do feel a bit better.”

Attempting revenge might help alleviate the poison accumulated in the heart more than harboring that resentment and suffering in silence.

And this wasn’t just about Mu-gyeong.

Mu-gyeong, Mu-jin, and all the other Shaolin monks, once they finished their treatment, had complicated expressions on their faces.

Some were reciting prayers while rolling their prayer beads.

Perhaps they were reminiscing about their memories with Hye-gwan.

It was a strange sight.

With just about twenty people, they had cleared the headquarters of the Salmak, one of the major forces, and defeated the Head of Salmak, known as one of the Seven Kings.

Yet, instead of celebrating their great achievement, they were mourning those who had left.

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