The World's Greatest Troublemaker

"Oh ho."

Gwak Wol performed a novel technique that even Mok Wigun admired. The opponent was dizzy from the unexpected attack. And the attack that followed was also good.

"Huh?"

Gwak Wol's technique was very tricky to block. But the opponent blocked it. Although he had barely blocked it, he had blocked it.

"Not bad."

"The defense just now was amazing. How did he block it?"

Pyon Juksu was also surprised. There are no cases where everything goes as planned. Unexpected situations always arise. Now was such a time.

"I shouldn't have only paid attention to Gwak Wol."

Mok Wigun also observed Gwak Wol's opponent well. And the more he looked, the more he could see that the opponent also had talent.

"Did Gwak Wol bring out his talent?"

"It seems so. As expected, the opponent has to be good for the skills to improve."

The surrounding conditions are also important for talent to blossom. The presence or absence of a person who can bring out the talent makes a huge difference. Like the disciple who was facing Gwak Wol now. The guy's talent was blooming. He probably didn't even know that fact himself.

"But it's really strange. It would have been difficult to gather such talented children like this."

Pyon Juksu said in admiration. In fact, Mok Wigun was also thinking about it. Because it was a truly strange thing.

There were no cases where such talented people were gathered in one place. In places like a giant sect where talented people flock in the first place, it can sometimes be so.

No. Even in such places, such outstanding children are not gathered. There are many moderately good children, and truly outstanding talents are a very small minority. But in Zhongnan, the proportion of those outstanding talents was incredibly high.

This was something someone had intentionally gathered. Mok Wigun thought he should look into this matter once.

"Pung Chosan is also following well, and the kids here are doing even better."

Although it was a few days' difference, their skills had improved a lot compared to when they had dueled with the Changhyeon Martial Arts Hall. Originally, you have to pass the stage of feeling your internal energy well for your skills to improve. When they dueled, they were just about to pass that stage.

On top of that, the duel had also lit a fire in the disciples' hearts. So after that, their skills had improved by leaps and bounds.

"How is Pung Chosan's training?"

"It seems to be going as I thought. He's doing well for someone who has rested for a long time."

Pung Chosan was training separately. Mok Wigun was watching him entirely, and his growth was good. Although it was a bit precarious, at this rate, it seemed he could expect good results in the preliminaries.

"Aigo. That's right."

Gwak Wol also sent a useless move. A very absurd and incomprehensible technique. Due to that, the duel became tense again.

"It's because it's a duel between us, but if she goes to the competition, I won't be able to watch her match because my heart will be pounding."

Pyon Juksu shook his head. But Jeung Yakcheon approached and said to Mok Wigun.

"It seems the selection will be as you expected. Your insight is truly outstanding. But..."

It seemed something was bothering him.

"What is the reason for that? Is that thing about moving the internal energy slowly something..."

The children who were recognized as having better skills were falling behind, and the children Mok Wigun had picked out were showing their prominence. It was a good thing. Because he had discovered talented children.

But the problem was that it had happened after they had done something strange. The sect leader, wondering if it was a secret technique of another sect or if there was a problem, had asked. Mok Wigun threw a question instead of answering.

"Even if they have similar conditions, a person who knows how to use their body well will improve their skills faster, right?"

"I guess so. It would be helpful if you know how to use your body better."

"It's the same."

Mok Wigun said the reason for the difference even though they had trained the same and had received the same teachings.

"You have to feel your internal energy properly to be able to control it well, and you have to know how to control it for your skills to improve."

So, of course, the disciples who feel their internal energy well can't help but improve their skills quickly. Mok Wigun had only picked out the disciples with a good sense of feeling their internal energy.

"I see. But is there no problem with that?"

"Of course not. This is a method we found, so there's no problem."

Jeung Yakcheon was startled at those words.

"Did you say 'we' just now?"

"Yes."

Jeung Yakcheon had thought it was Pyon Juksu's technique. So he had trusted and left it alone. Because it wouldn't be strange for a deceased person who had undergone the Reversal of Aging to know such a thing. But to say it was a method that Mok Wigun and Pyon Juksu had found together.

"I thought it was a technique that Physician Pyon had created. And weren't you Physician Pyon's disciple?"

"A disciple? Rather, I'm in a position to learn from this guy."

At Pyon Juksu's words, Jeung Yakcheon was even more surprised. To say that a deceased person who had undergone the Reversal of Aging was in a position to learn. It was the most absurd and unbelievable thing he had heard in his life. But there was not a hint of playfulness in Pyon Juksu's expression.

"Is that really so? You're not his disciple?"

"That's right. This guy is a really special person."

"Hmph..."

Jeung Yakcheon couldn't speak. He was so shocked that he couldn't think of anything.

"Oh. The match is over."

While they were talking, the duel ended. Gwak Wol's narrow victory. After being pushed into a corner at the end, she had created a reversal with a miraculous technique.

"Gwak Wol wins!"

Now only the last match was left. Mok Wigun approached Jang Sogun, who had a face full of worry.

"What are you so worried about? You've done well so far."

But even with Mok Wigun's comfort, Jang Sogun's expression did not improve.

"You have to get the qualification for the other kids to be taken care of. Deungroe and Jeonghak are like that, and how clumsy is Wol? What are they going to do without you?"

"I have to."

Jang Sogun said with a sigh. But at that moment, the other disciples approached. They were people she was close to.

"If you're attached, I won't be bored."

Gwak Wol said, sticking close to Jang Sogun's side.

"Somehow, since I didn't have time to talk to Sogun, I felt a little empty."

"Me too."

So Jeonghak and Deungroe also said. Mok Wigun, who saw that, said calmly.

"It seems you were all so busy that you couldn't even talk to each other."

"That's right. After training, I was so busy sleeping."

"Me too, me too. I just lay down and when I woke up, it was morning."

At those words, Jang Sogun's expression improved a little.

'That's it.'

Jang Sogun is a person who finds stability while taking care of the people around her. But as she got busy, she couldn't do that. Because the day was over just by training, eating, and sleeping. So she had felt as if she had become useless.

"Everyone needs you, so go and win."

"I have to. Who else will take care of them if not me?"

Jang Sogun stood up with renewed energy. And she walked out bravely.

Mok Wigun looked around. A few of the people gathered here were close, but they were people who knew Jang Sogun's value. Then did Jang Sogun only take care of these people? That was not the case. She had taken care of other people as well.

Devotion is not visible to those who are not interested. But after it disappears, everyone knows.

'People who know before such a thing happens are really good people.'

Maybe that's why he was close to these guys.

"Sister Sogun, win!"

Gwak Wol cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted. The other people who had gathered also cheered. Mok Wigun went back to his place.

"What did you do?"

"I came to cheer for a friend."

"Is it okay for a person who is judging the qualification to participate to do that?"

Pyon Juksu said with a laugh.

"The qualification is decided by victory or defeat. If you lose, you're eliminated."

If he really lost, he would be eliminated without mercy. But Jang Sogun won. There were no flashy or surprising techniques, but she was ahead of her opponent from beginning to end. A one-sided victory.

"After watching Gwak Wol's duel, watching Jang Sogun's is so relaxing."

That's a given. Because you don't know what Gwak Wol will do, it was always precarious, but Jang Sogun had unraveled the match very stably.

"Then it's all decided."

And so, the eight people who would go to the Heavenly Martial Arts Assembly were decided.

* * *

"How is it? Do you have a feel for it?"

Pung Chosan, with a serious expression, concentrated and then shook his head.

"Compressing is difficult."

"Actually, it's still a bit unreasonable."

Mok Wigun had tried to proceed with this stage, just in case. But as expected, the first stage was not yet completely finished. It was difficult to get good results.

"Then let's just focus on what we've done so far."

"Actually, that alone is amazing."

Pung Chosan had looked down on Mok Wigun at first when he said he would give him guidance. But after getting beaten up, the world looks different. Now he treated him with respect.

And the techniques that Mok Wigun had taught him were amazing. It was an amazing method that broke the common sense of the martial world. Just by feeling the internal energy properly, there had been a considerable improvement in his skills.

"I can see how poorly I've been performing martial arts so far."

Perhaps because he had experience in the martial world, he accepted it well. Although there were more talented children among the second-generation disciples, experience cannot be ignored.

Besides, wasn't Pung Chosan a genius who was once called the future of Zhongnan? His understanding was definitely fast.

"We have to leave in a few days, so until then, we'll also do actual combat sparring. You know the Light Wind Unit, right?"

"Are we finally going to spar with the Light Wind Unit?"

A smile appeared on Pung Chosan's lips. His face was full of expectation.

"You seem happy to be sparring with someone other than me."

"Ugh. Well, it's not necessarily that..."

He had only been getting beaten up one-sidedly by Mok Wigun so far, so it seemed he was happy to get away from that. But now was also the time when sparring with a similar opponent was necessary. From now on, he had to raise his actual combat sense to be able to get good results in the actual competition.

"Then eat and rest. We'll start sparring with the Light Wind Unit in the afternoon."

"I understand."

Mok Wigun parted with Pung Chosan and went to find Pyon Juksu. It was because he had said the potion would be out today. But when Mok Wigun went to find him, Pyon Juksu had a serious expression.

"What's with the expression? Did something go wrong?"

"No. It's not that something went wrong. Or is it? Should I say it went wrong? Is it a side effect? Or not?"

Pyon Juksu was wavering.

"What is it?"

"I changed the direction a little from what I was originally making."

"You did."

He had been making a potion of the elixir class, but he had suddenly changed direction. To a potion to be used at the competition.

"Since they'll be nervous and tired, I made it so that it's calming and also replenishes stamina."

Since they have to duel in a row, the stamina consumption is no joke. And as you go up, you meet stronger enemies, but the rest time is rather short.

So he had focused on replenishing stamina and had made it with the secondary effect of relieving tension.

"But why is this phenomenon appearing?"

Pyon Juksu tilted his head and then held out the potion he was holding to Mok Wigun.

"Try it."

"Are you crazy? You said there's a side effect."

"A side effect... No, well, it's fine, so try it. And feel what the effect is like."

Pyon Juksu recommended the potion. It was a potion that was shimmering with a red light like blood.

(End of Chapter)