Genius Martial Arts Trainer

The Greatest Genius in the World

The sense of deprivation was not felt by Mu-jin alone.

“Who’s that guy?”

“A really unlucky guy just showed up.”

Some of the bandits frowned when they recognized Ou-yang Pae’s face.

Especially the bald ones reacted particularly violently.

Well, with more than twenty bandits, it was natural that some showed normal reactions.

“Hehe, his face is quite handsome. If we sell him in the slave market, we could make quite a bit of money.”

This was a typical reaction by bandit standards.

Ou-yang Pae quickly assessed the number of enemies, the state of the battlefield, and potential trap locations, and then he moved.

“Hehe, before we sell him in the slave market, maybe once…”

Swish!

It started with the bandit who was about to say something filthy near Ou-yang Pae.

Before he could finish his sentence, the bandit’s head was separated from his neck.

Swish!

Swish!

“Argh!”

A bloodbath began in the bandit’s lair.

Watching from behind, Mu-gyeong asked Mu-jin.

“Are you not going to move?”

“I should.”

Mu-jin replied to Mu-gyeong and headed not towards Ou-yang Pae, who was massacring the bandits.

“Help us, leader!”

“Who’s your leader?”

Crack!

Mu-jin instantly crushed the head of a bandit who had been with them for the past few days.

Mu-jin had already heard all about the heinous crimes these bandits had committed in Linzhi.

He didn’t think that just a few days of suffering could pay for their sins, nor did he believe that they would turn over a new leaf.

Thanks to Mu-jin and his party joining the fray, it took less than one Daegyeong for the twenty or so bandits to be wiped out.

After shaking the blood off his sword, Ou-yang Pae looked at Mu-jin’s group.

‘Whatever he does, he looks like the protagonist of a movie.’

It was a common action performed by other swordsmen, but when he did it, it looked like a scene from a martial arts movie.

As Mu-jin entertained these random thoughts, Ou-yang Pae spoke.

“Who are you?”

It was natural to assume they were with the bandits, given they were together.

But they suddenly started attacking the bandits the moment he appeared.

‘If they had been captives, they wouldn’t have been captured by these low-level bandits in the first place.’

It was a suspicious situation in many ways.

However, in response to Ou-yang Pae’s question, the man in the center cleaned his ear with a casual demeanor and spoke.

“Phew. It’s polite to introduce yourself first when asking someone else’s identity, isn’t it?”

“That’s true. I am Ou-yang Pae. Now, who are you?”

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Mu-jin, now certain of his identity after hearing his name, nodded.

He was confident enough about the circumstances, but hearing the name removed any doubt.

“We are from Shaolin.”

“…Are you really from the righteous faction?”

Ou-yang Pae’s aura became noticeably more hostile.

“Ow-ki!”

As Ling-ling cried out in surprise at the threatening atmosphere, Mu-yul patted Ling-ling’s head.

“Don’t worry. We have no hobby of ganging up on one person.”

Mu-jin, who had spoken to Ou-yang Pae, looked at Mu-gyeong.

“Me?”

When Mu-gyeong pointed to himself, Mu-jin nodded and sent him a message through telepathy.

– That’s the guy. The successor of the Heavenly Demon I told you about.

Mu-gyeong’s expression changed upon hearing Mu-jin’s telepathy.

No matter what anyone said, he was a disciple of the Anti-Demon Monk Hye-gwan and had pledged to kill demons, not ordinary people.

If the opponent was a lackey of the Demonic Cult, there was no reason to hold back.

“As expected of dogs of the righteous faction, you are extremely arrogant.”

As Mu-gyeong stepped forward alone, a murderous intent flickered in Ou-yang Pae’s eyes.

And without anyone needing to signal, the two men clashed.

Whoosh!

Although it seemed like random swings, Ou-yang Pae’s sword, imbued with a high level of skill, radiated sword energy.

Clang!

The one who met that sword energy was Mu-gyeong with his Vajra Divine General technique.

While the gold-colored raindrops created by Mu-gyeong’s technique blocked the sword energy,

Mu-gyeong’s palm, undergoing a series of mysterious changes, targeted Ou-yang Pae’s dantian.

“Hah!”

However, as if he could read all the mysterious changes, Ou-yang Pae easily blocked or deflected Mu-gyeong’s attacks and even counterattacked.

“Wow.”

Watching from what could be called a front-row seat, Mu-jin couldn’t help but let out an exclamation.

A fight between a blood successor and the Heavenly Demon he had seen in novels. Seeing it in real life was an emotional experience.

The two exchanged more than a dozen moves in an instant, but the number of clashes was just about that much.

The essence and will contained in each of their techniques and swords changed rapidly with every moment.

Mu-gyeong was applying various martial arts he had learned from Shaolin, numerous practical experiences, and the martial arts learned at the Yongbongji Conference. ṛ

Ou-yang Pae also employed numerous martial arts he had learned from the Demonic Path Institute.

Furthermore, he displayed countless martial arts he had mastered during the last two years on the battlefield.

It was a highly intense and balanced life-and-death struggle, truly deserving of the term “match between two equally skilled opponents.”

“Oh, it’s dizzying.”

With his average martial talent, Mu-jin felt nauseated just watching the complex battle.

However, despite his average talent, Mu-jin’s excellent intuition allowed him to easily read the direction of the fight.

‘Mu-gyeong is slightly ahead.’

The biggest difference was coming from the Vajra Divine General technique.

It must have been difficult for Ou-yang Pae to stay focused with the golden rain flying in from all directions while his fists and swords clashed.

Clang!

Barely deflecting Mu-gyeong’s onslaught, Ou-yang Pae took a step back and spoke.

“Are you really from Shaolin?”

“Can you not believe it even though the demonic energy is shaken by the power of Buddhism?”

At Mu-gyeong’s counter-question, Ou-yang Pae grimaced and responded.

“Then what is this demonic technique you are using?”

Indeed, after a few clashes, Ou-yang Pae had noticed the true nature of the Vajra Divine General technique as a demonic technique.

It was possible because he had the talent to perfectly steal martial arts and divine techniques just by seeing them a few times.

“Martial arts are just tools. Even if they are created with demonic techniques, if they are transformed into Buddhist techniques, they are just Buddhist techniques.”

Mu-gyeong answered and then activated the Vajra Divine General technique once again.

But why was that? At Mu-gyeong’s words, Ou-yang Pae’s already large and intense eyes widened.

Mu-jin, who had read the first part of the novel, realized what the symptom was.

‘Ha. A freaking talented monster.’

It was clear that Ou-yang Pae had gained an epiphany from Mu-gyeong’s words.

Indeed, the moment Mu-gyeong launched the golden energy towards Ou-yang Pae,

Bam!

A black aura emanated from Ou-yang Pae’s fist, which had already assumed the stance for a direct punch.

Although it was a martial art derived from demonic energy, Mu-gung stammered as he observed the form of the emitted energy.

“Isn’t that the Vajra Exorcising Devil Fist?”

Mu-jin nodded at Mu-gung’s words.

Anyone could see it was one of the Seventy-two Consummate Arts of Shaolin that Mu-gyeong had used during the life-and-death battle: the Vajra Exorcising Devil Fist.

“How can you use the Vajra Exorcising Devil Fist, which possesses the nature of exorcism, with demonic energy?”

To that question, Ou-yang Pae responded nonchalantly.

“Didn’t you say that martial arts are merely tools? The nature of exorcism means it has an opposing attribute. I merely reversed the flow of demonic energy to perform what you displayed with Buddhist power.”

At his answer, Mu-gyeong nodded, realizing the truth.

And then they both fell silent and began to engage in a serious fight again.

Watching their duel, Mu-gung muttered to himself.

“Is that even possible?”

Mu-gung, who had rarely cursed while pretending to be a monk, couldn’t hold back his anger and cursed.

To reverse demonic energy to perform Buddhist martial arts?

It was easier said than done. Anyone else would have ended up in Qi Deviation and taken an express trip to Yama.

Although he had been cultivating his mind, it had been a long time since he felt this miserable about his ‘average’ talent.

“Hehe.”

“Ow-ki?”

Next to him, Mu-yul, who didn’t understand their conversation at all, simply smiled brightly.

Meanwhile, the two continued their life-and-death battle.

No, it seemed less like a life-and-death struggle and more like a sparring session to elevate each other’s level.

At some point, Ou-yang Pae began stealing Mu-gyeong’s martial arts and performing Shaolin’s techniques with demonic energy.

Mixing them with the demonic techniques he originally used.

Mu-gyeong did the same.

He stole Ou-yang Pae’s demonic techniques and the martial arts he had learned in actual combat over the past two years and performed them with Buddhist power.

It was a spectacle of madness by madmen.

Although it was an absurd sight, Mu-jin’s face was filled with a mix of anticipation.

‘This part is just like the novel.’

In the novel, the blood successor used Buddhist martial arts with Blood Demon Qi.

Ou-yang Pae had also succeeded in stealing the Buddhist martial arts used by the blood successor after gaining an epiphany from that.

However, Ou-yang Pae’s enlightenment did not end there.

In reality, their fight had only just become even. Ou-yang Pae was not yet overwhelmingly dominant.

While Mu-jin was lost in such thoughts,

As he exchanged complex hand movements with Mu-gyeong, a thread of realization was waving in the back of Ou-yang Pae’s mind.

His talent, bestowed by the heavens, seemed to be telling him that this was not the end.

‘I can now perform righteous faction martial arts with demonic energy. So, what is still missing?’

As he questioned himself as if solving a riddle, exchanging moves with Mu-gyeong several times,

“Hah!”

“Hup!”

A powerful explosion occurred again as golden energy mixed with Buddhist power and black sword energy made from demonic power clashed.

Simultaneously, a flash of enlightenment exploded in Ou-yang Pae’s mind.

‘When opposing energies collide, they cause an extraordinary explosion. Can’t I artificially make these two energies collide?’

Ou-yang Pae, blessed with talent from the heavens, began to search for the answer to his question.

A portion of the immense demonic energy coiled in his dantian started to reverse its original flow.

As if following the pure flow of a righteous faction’s internal energy technique.

Meanwhile, the remaining part continued to operate according to its original demonic flow.

As the purified energy and the demonic energy began to mix through Ou-yang Pae’s palm,

Crackle.

Gray lightning began to surge through Ou-yang Pae’s sword.

Mu-jin’s eyes widened as if struck by lightning upon witnessing the scene.

‘The Primordial Chaos Divine Art!’

He was witnessing the beginning of the invincible divine art that would later lead Ou-yang Pae to the position of Heavenly Demon.

The divine art involved operating two opposing internal energies and making them collide at precisely the necessary point to create an explosive force.

Naturally, handling two opposing energies simultaneously was theoretically possible but practically unfeasible.

Furthermore, it wasn’t just storing demonic and Buddhist energy separately in the body, but also reversing demonic energy to create Buddhist energy on the spot.

This was a true divine art that only the world’s greatest genius, Ou-yang Pae, could comprehend and perform.

And Ou-yang Pae realized the beginning of the Primordial Chaos Divine Art during his life-and-death struggle with the blood successor.

The emergence of that gray lightning indicated that he had indeed gained the same enlightenment as in the novel.

“Phew.”

But now was not the time to simply be pleased. No matter how skilled Mu-gyeong was, he couldn’t block that attack.

Moreover, letting Mu-gyeong die like in the novel was not an option.

At the moment when Ou-yang Pae swung the gray lightning, combining demonic and Buddhist energy, towards Mu-gyeong,

Bam!

Golden energy burst forth from Mu-jin’s right fist, which had already assumed the stance for a direct punch.

Mu-jin, using all his internal energy, launched the Invincible Divine Fist to save Mu-gyeong, and it collided with Ou-yang Pae’s gray lightning.

Crackle!

The gray lightning, which would later become the beginning of the Primordial Chaos Divine Art, crumbled with a thunderous sound as if screaming.

Boom.

Even after destroying the gray lightning, the energy of the Invincible Divine Fist continued towards Ou-yang Pae.

In that moment, Ou-yang Pae hurriedly raised his sword to block the golden energy.

Bang!!!

When the dust settled after a massive explosion,

“…This is bad.”

Ou-yang Pae was seen lying on the ground, coughing up blood.