< Episode 32: The Last Gate (2) >
The Mokgyeongun that Son Yun the King of Myeongdo remembers was clearly only at a third-rate level.
Of course that didn’t mean I thought he was insignificant.
He learned the sword technique of Wolmaek (月脈) the practice of which had ceased to exist about 100 years ago and also had a natural talent for magic.
So even though Mok Gyeong-un was from the Yeonmok Swordsman of the Jeong faction he was brought to Cheonjihoe.
It was important for him to take out the sword of Wolmaek in his head but it was also because he believed that Mok Gyeong-un who had been chosen by Bi-level might become a member of the Heaven and Earth Council.
However it was thought that everything was ruined due to the whims of the head of the Cheonjihoe.
[Send it to Sihyeolgok?]
[Hoeju’s famous name. Are you about to protest?]
[Haona…..]
[Uh huh.]
The reason was unknown.
Why did Hoeju order the two sons of the Yeonmok Swordmaster whom he brought as hostages to be sent to Sihyeolgok?
He didn’t even confront me.
Because of this Son Yun the King of Myeongdo gave up any lingering attachment to Mokgyeongun.
Even if you have mastered the Wolmaek sword the place you are sent to is Sihyeolgok.
When you enter more than 80% of people die and come out as corpses.
How can a third-rate kid survive in a place filled with cadets with first-class or higher qualifications?
‘It’s over.’
Will Wolmaek’s sword be completely lost like this?
He was so disappointed but yesterday he couldn’t help but be shocked by his student’s false report.
[what? Try talking again.]
[Wow we didn’t completely lose. When the disciple was caught off guard….]
[no! That’s the guy’s name.]
[This is Mok Gyeong-un.]
‘!!!!!!’
Wood tillage.
He was alive?
A third-rate guy was sent to Sihyeolgok?
It would have been more understandable if I had said that it was Mok Yu-cheon the youngest of the Yeonmok Swordmaster.
He acknowledged that he had natural qualities.
But Mok Gyeong-un still survived.
[Ha…how could this happen…..]
[Master?]
[Close your mouth.]
[….]
I received a message the night before yesterday asking me to attend the final gate and closing ceremony.
However if he had competed with his youngest disciple Yeop Wishen in a hidden treasure wouldn’t that mean that he not only reached the final hurdle but also gained the senior trophy?
Although he didn’t blink at most things he couldn’t help but be surprised by this.
As a result Son Yun the King of Myeongdo fell into deep trouble last night.
What on earth happened in Sihyeolgok?
How did Mo Kyung-un who was only third-rate become so strong in such a short period of time that he was able to gain his senior rank and defeat his youngest disciple Yeop Wi-seon who had reached the pinnacle of success?
Many questions overlapped.
There was no way to clearly answer this question without seeing it in person.
So Son Yun made a decision.
‘Let’s check for ourselves.’
He already had great disciples Woo Ho-rang one of the Five Later Jisoos who boasted the greatest talent in the Heaven and Earth Association and outstanding disciples.
Therefore he no longer had any desire to receive disciples.
However I decided to step forward to check his rapid progress as the neck cultivation was so unexpected.
‘if…’
In fact if he was seen and showed great qualities that exceeded his expectations he was willing to accept him as a disciple even though he would be criticized by other executives.
He is a later person who learned the sword of Wolmaek and survived despite the whims of Hoeju.
He couldn’t miss this.
Just like that Son Yun the King of Myeongdo finished reminiscing in an instant and looked at Mok Gyeong-un one of the six standing side by side in the square.
‘!?’
Son Yun frowned slightly.
It was difficult to give a definite answer due to the distance but I felt that the level of Mokgyeongun had reached the end of the first class.
‘what?’
Of course this alone could be considered amazing.
In just a short period of time he went from third-rate to first-class.
However at that level it was difficult to overcome his youngest disciple Yeop Hye-jeong.
‘The gap between first-class and peak is clear.’
Even if there are ten top-notch experts it is difficult to beat the peak expert.
But how did Mo Qingyun break the leaf gland?
I don’t understand.
‘What kind of trick did you pull?’
A strange look appeared in the eyes of Ye Weishen who was staring at Mo Qingyun so intently.
This was because in addition to Mokgyeongun Mokyucheon was discovered.
‘That child survived too?’
It’s truly amazing.
As a result the two children who were held hostage by the Yeonmok Swordmaster all survived.
Of course Mo Yu-cheon had a natural talent that was beyond his age so he thought he might survive if he was lucky.
But I never thought I would really survive.
He defeated so many talented people from Cheonjihoe and made it into the top six.
‘Yeonmokgeomjang…wasn’t it a place to ignore?’
It’s really surprising.
On the other hand I liked Mok Yu-cheon’s changed eyes.
When I saw Mo Gyeong-un I was surprised by Mu Wei’s progress but his expression and eyes were the same as before. On the other hand Mo Yu-cheon had become quite hardened and even showed venom.
After surviving Sihyeolgok it seemed as if he had shed the skin of a docile Jeongpain.
‘It’s a good thing this came.’
I came here to answer questions and it became fun.
One guy surprised me with his tremendous progress and the other guy surprised me with a much different look from before.
It’s not the guys under the Cheonjihoe but the pawns of the political faction that he likes.
It’s something to see and live for a long time.
* * *
‘It’s a shame.’
Mok Kyung-un looked at the front of the podium and quenched his appetite.
Did he say give me the first song? After that woman showed up it seemed like something pretty exciting was going to happen but it was foiled along the way.
With the appearance of Son Yun the King of Myeongdo.
-You look so sad that you have no fear.
Cheongryeong clicked her tongue towards Mok Kyung-un.
-There is no enemy more annoying than a music expert. Unlike other martial arts Yin Gong’s path is so different that there are no allies or enemies.
What does that mean?
She said wondering if she had read Mok-kyung’s thoughts.
-Eumgong means that it is impossible to select and attack a specific person.
‘A specific person? ah…..’
In fact the sound hole itself adds excitement to the sound and creates a shock wave.
However sound is not a concept that certain people can or cannot hear.
Unless you were deaf you had no choice but to hear in some way.
I think I know why the young man said this.
‘If that woman decides to unleash her evil attack it will cause damage to the entire surrounding area.’
In that case four months will pass before the final hurdle is passed.
However this raised Mok Gyeong-un’s doubts.
Why did they learn such a risky martial art that indiscriminately inflicts damage on both their friends and enemies?
‘It would be inefficient if only the eumgong was given.’
It may be effective against large numbers of people but if there are many people around the risk is too high.
But he didn’t think that would be all.
There was no way that an expert in Yin Gong would not know about the shortcomings that even he who had only recently encountered martial arts thought of.
Anyway the fun spectacle disappeared and an unexpected person appeared.
King of Myeongdo Son Yun.
He is the one who brought himself here to Cheonjihoe.
I saw him staring intently at me.
Since there was no emotion in those eyes such as anger or joy it seemed like they were trying to confirm something.
‘Could it be that you came to see me?’
If that’s the case it’s quite surprising… Ah!
Mok Gyeong-un suddenly remembered what happened at the Sihyeolgok Bogo (寶庫).
Yeo Wi-seon a disciple of Myeongdo King Son Yun.
‘It’s him.’
It was only after the fight that he discovered his true identity.
It seems that Ye Wei-shen told his teacher about Mo Gyeong-un himself.
Otherwise there was no way he would suddenly look at me as soon as he appeared over there.
The curious thing here is
‘Isn’t it anger?’
Although he was angry because he had touched his own student his eyes did not show any anger or other emotions.
If that were the case he didn’t seem to have much to worry about.
Rather than that
‘Not yet?’
Mok Kyung-un was waiting for someone.
The object of waiting was none other than King Seomdok one of the Five Kings.
I heard from Sihyeolgokju Lee Ji-yeom that unlike the other five kings King Baek Sa-ha would have a chance to participate in the coronation ceremony almost every time.
But there is still no sign of it appearing.
‘Hmm.’
Will there be a variable? If that’s the case you’ll be in quite a bit of trouble.
The most ideal situation now was to pass the final hurdle as the top student and gain the right to reverse nomination.
The chief at the final gate is given the right to select executives at the final ceremony.
Of course it was up to the executive to decide whether to accept him as a subordinate or subordinate but at least he had a chance to be close to him.
But I don’t know why but it feels cheap.
‘If something happens that doesn’t come…..’
Mok Kyung-un’s gaze turned to the executives sitting on chairs next to the podium.
According to what I heard from Lee Ji-yeom the middle-aged man wearing the iron ring must be Won Byeong-hak the King of Violent Power and next to him is Choeumgokju Hang Yeo-ryang…
‘Did you say it was cancerous?’
It’s really surprising.
The situation was different from what Lee Ji-yeom had said to himself.
According to what he said Amjongju and Choeumgokju rarely attended the closing ceremony and given their inclinations there is a high probability that they will not come this time either.
However people who said they would not attend came to the closing ceremony.
In fact among the people expected none of them fit the bill except Won Byeong-hak the King of Violent Power.
‘Hmm.’
Mo Kyung-un stroked his chin.
The final gate would soon begin but if things continued like this there seemed to be no way to become a disciple of Baek Sa-ha the King of Island Poisons.
‘Should I go with the next best option?’
Mok Gyeong-un had the benefit of receiving three senior trophies.
[Apart from the last gate you can ask for teachings from one of the twelve masters of Five Kings Samjongju and Sagokju who can be said to be the highest experts in this meeting.]
Originally this benefit was intended to be used on Lee In of the Five Kings who received the title of Eight Stars and was said to be the best expert in the central region as recommended by Sihyeolgokju Lee Ji-yeom.
Cheongryeong also agreed to this.
[The opportunity to receive teachings from a flower sutra expert will not come easily.]
Mok Gyeong-un also thought that there was truth in what he said.
Cheongryeong always spoke to Mo Kyung-un.
He says there is no need to stick to one thing but to think broadly.
He also said that it was an opportunity to broaden his thinking by listening to the opinions of various experts.
‘But you might not be able to do that.’
If Island Poison King Baek Sa-ha does not appear at the final ceremony until the end this benefit must be used.
Only then can you ask him about the ghost sword.
* * *
Just like that Lee Gak Yeo’s time passed.
The only people who appeared before the final hurdle were Daeju Bohyeokso of the Yeomma Dan ranked 5th among the hundreds of armed forces of the Heaven and Earth Council and Danju Daeso of the Red Blood Corps who ranked 7th.
Among one hundred orders those who rank 10th in rank are given the title of great leader a position immediately below the executives.
Their treatment could be seen as that of quasi-executives.
‘There’s nothing I can do.’
Mok Gyeong-un licked his appetite as if he felt regretful.
In the end it was a situation where I had to choose between King Myeongdo Son Yun Byeokryeokdo King Won Byeong-hak Amjongju Choeumgokju Hangryeoryang the great master of Yeommadan Bohyeokso and Daesoman the great master of the Jeokhyeoldan.
Of course this is assuming that you pass the final hurdle as the top student.
-widely!
Poet Hyeolgok Joo Ji-yeom came up to the stage and opened his mouth.
“Now that all the observers have gathered we will now carry out the final hurdle.”
Lee Ji-yeom lightly snapped his fingers.
Then red belt warriors brought a large wooden board and set it up right next to the platform.
There were several lines drawn horizontally and vertically on it and there were empty spaces here and there.
The cadets’ eyes narrowed when they saw this.
‘Bracket?’
It looked like a bracket.
If you put your name in the empty part the bracket was established.
That means
“At trial this is a match-up for non-mulling.”
‘ah…’
The final gateway has been revealed.
It was none other than secret martial arts.
Unlike before it was a gateway in the most primitive way.
“The cadets have tested their own limits through various hurdles and are now standing here at the end. And the final hurdle is now to show off your potential to the observers.”
Martial arts competition.
Through this each person has the opportunity to show off their inaction.
That was the final hurdle.
The range of choices will vary depending on how much you show here.
‘Bimu….’
The cadets’ eyes became serious.
Unlike before you have to prove your skills in front of executives.
Even though I was so nervous I couldn’t help but feel extremely motivated.
But there was one problem here.
‘The numbers aren’t right.’
The number of cadets was six.
If there was a fight eight would be the most ideal.
That way eight can compete to become four four can compete to become two and they can determine the final winner.
However because there are six it is inevitable
‘unearned win.’
Victory by default.
In other words the two can advance to the championship match at once.
At that time senior warrior Kwak Mun-gi went to the bracket and started writing numbers.
一 2 3 4 5 6.
Among them five and six were structured so that they could advance to the championship match at once by competing only once.
At that time Sihyeolgokju Lee Ji-yeom pointed to the table placed in front of the podium.
There was a wooden box with a circular hole on the top.
“As you can see the numbers do not match so the bracket is selected through a lottery…”
-Sigh!
Then someone raised their hand.
He was Yeon Moo-ung of the secret scriptures.
Unlike the previous gateways he was the last one and was in front of executives watching so he stepped forward without hesitation.
“Can I ask you one question?”
“Say it.”
“Those who advanced by default and those who advanced twice will be at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength and everything else so will this be successful?”
Everyone nodded as if they agreed with this.
Then Sihyeolgokju Lee Ji-yeom chuckled and then spoke.
“Of course those who have to perform two dances will have a hard time physically so they will naturally be given enough time to eat and recover. And the fight to determine the final winner will be a competition of chosik without any internal strength.”
Yeon Moo-ung of the secret scriptures seemed to be somewhat convinced by his words and lowered his hand.
It would be a different story if he got injured but it still seemed like he was trying to eliminate some of the unfavorable conditions.
At this time Mok Kyung-un muttered softly.
“Wouldn’t it be okay to just compete all at once?”
“Tsk tsk.”
Hearing these words Mok Yu-cheon who was next to him openly clicked his tongue.
If that happens who will everyone here think should be dealt with first?
It was Mokgyeongun.
If there was a group fight the most dangerous enemy would be eliminated first so it couldn’t be a fair fight.
Of course Mo Yu-cheon still didn’t know.
The fact is that two of the six are Mok Gyeong-un’s subordinates.
At that time Sihyeolgokju Lee Ji-yeom continued speaking again.
“Now cadets one by one come out and take out the iron beads contained in the wooden box.”
The time has come for the lottery.
Those who were given the opportunity to be selected first were those who had the lowest scores at the previous gate.
They were Mo Yu-cheon and Yeon Moo-ung of Bigyeong-mun.
Yeon Moo-woong did not come forward right away perhaps because he was afraid that if he went out first he would be told that he had the lowest score.
So Mo Yu-cheon first pulled out the iron ball inside the wooden box.
The number of Mokyucheon is
“It’s six.”
At these words Yeon Moo-ung of the Bigyeongmun looked a little disappointed.
No matter how fair it was it was inevitable that Five and Six would have an advantage as they could only fight once and compete for the championship.
‘under….’
Mok Yu-cheon looked at the meat he had selected and snorted.
Should I call this lucky?
As I was doing that Yeon Moo-woong took out a number.
that
“…It’s four.”
Unfortunately the bye was lost.
Although I was disappointed there was nothing I could do.
Next Moharang of Mohwabang came forward and pulled out the iron ball.
“It’s three.”
‘!?’
At those words the corner of Yeon Mu-woong’s mouth twitched.
Even if that wasn’t the case he was someone I wanted to compete with at least once because he was always the subject of comparison at the gateway to Sihyeolgok.
Next Mu Jingyao walked forward.
It didn’t matter whether the armed drugs were like this or that.
In any case winning was important at this gateway but it was also an opportunity to show the observers how talented he was.
-widely!
“It’s one.”
The number chosen by Mumyak was 1.
Next Jusalgok’s Yeomga walked forward.
The demonic monk who was possessed by Cheomga had no particular thoughts about this lottery so he expressionlessly put his hand in and pulled out his iron ball.
The numbers are
“It’s five.”
The two people’s expressions changed at those words.
Mo Yu-cheon who thought he was indebted to Jusalgok’s Yan Ga was upset that he became his opponent.
And the other person was Mujang Yak.
He took a breath while looking at Mok Gyeong-un who became his opponent even though he did not naturally draw.
‘This is what happens in the end.’
I thought that the day would soon come when I would compete directly with Mok Gyeong-un.
But it has already arrived.
‘This is my first match against the most difficult opponent…’
Armed Yak shook his head.
For the first time among his peers the person he thought would be in trouble if he became an enemy was Mok Gyeong-un.
But he gets to compete like this.
-closely!
His fists naturally gain strength.
It wasn’t that I was particularly afraid.
He didn’t think he would lose right away.
He had a secret ‘it’ that no one could beat.
This heightened sense was simply a desire to win.
Armed Yak walked up to Mo Kyung-un’s side spoke and held out his hand.
“In the end this is how we compete. “No matter who wins let’s do our best.”
Hearing these words Mok Gyeong-un grabbed his hand and said as if he was troubled.
“uh. “That might be difficult.”
“what?”
“If I do my best the relationship will become too boring so I’ll take it in moderation. So do your best there.”
‘!?’
What is this kid talking about?
Are you provoking yourself now?
< Episode 32: The Last Gate (2) > end
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