Chapter 122

The battle between Fang Xiang and He Do did not last long. Pang Hyang’s Oho Danmoon style was inherited from Ho Tae Do’s Pang Gak, and shattered the prejudice that movement was supposed to be straightforward and simple.
Fluid and flexible.
Meticulous and penetrating.
I watched closely as my uncle remarked that Fang Xiang’s unfolding of the Five Tiger Danmundo exuded a sense of auspiciousness.
The tip of the sword was auspicious and never lacking in energy.
It was not enough to overcome the experience and sensation of the pungent flavors of the absolute master, the soon-to-be-unanchored master, Ho Tae-do.
A small gap soon made a big difference.
He Do was defeated.
“Wu Liangsu Buddha. It is indeed Fang Sojourner.”
“That was a good fight.”
“That’s me.”
It was one of the many battles that drew much applause and cheering, but it was the moment when the women’s voices were particularly raised. That’s because, while most of the participants were men, the only women were the three Amida monks and Pang Hyang.
Fang Xiang had fought and defeated a renowned master of the K’un-Lun school.
It was bound to attract the attention of many.
* * *
After the first round, Huang Tianhou had no worries. One round meant twenty-four battles, and for twenty-four battles, he had gone through them without incident.
Then another twelve battles.
Many eyes were drawn to the many battles that took place.
Among them, of course, were the troubles between Mo Yong and the Southern Palace.
Mo Yonglu’s ambush was contrary to the principles and stories of the Fengyun Council.
“Disciplinary proceedings should be postponed until after everything is over.”
The patriarch of the Southern Palace said.
“Since we are gathered here in the name of the …… Fengyun Clan, let’s all settle our differences and grievances here and now.”
That is to say, about Mo Yonglu’s ambush.
It sounded like the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace had been a bit too rough on Mo Yonglu, but let’s let it go.
He expected Mo Yong’er to protest, but instead, she said.
“I accept.”
Moyonga’s jaju, Moyongbi, showed a wide smile and let the moment pass.
The gazes of the Mo Yong Family’s patriarch, Mo Yongbi, and the Southern Palace’s patriarch, the Southern Palace Mu Bai, intertwined in the air, and one could tell what they wanted to say and show, but Huang Tianhou had left out the politics.
He had decades of experience,
centuries of family and sect connections.
The Fengyun Sect may have been created for the best,
but that was something he couldn’t do anything about.
They would have to work it out for themselves.
To be able to dissolve the kinks and shake them off.
Looking at this, Huang Tianhu had a single belief.
He knew the founding text of the Fengyun Society, and he had a brother he loved, so he had no doubt that the Fengyun Society would have a beautiful ending.
Without that faith, it would have been impossible for him to appear in front of the Zheng Clan as a representative of the Huang Clan.
Then.
“Next up is Mo Yongxue from the Mo Yong Clan.”
“Huhu, you’ll have to wait a bit.”
The middle-aged man’s gait, and the way he was adorned with the markings of the swallow, made her cringe as he came up and looked at her with a sly smile.
As if he was going to take the luggage he’d left behind,
or as if he’s about to set things right, the ambiguous look on his face was somehow irritating.
Worse, the look was punctuated by the words.
“Don’t be rude to the princess.”
Mo Yongyan’s gaze landed on Princess Zhu, and Huang Tianhou curled his eyebrows. He usually didn’t show emotion, but this was something he couldn’t ignore.
“I can’t believe you’re so rude just by …… looking at me.”
Mo Yongyan muttered as she turned around, and Huang Tianhou could hear it.
“That’s how you treat your subordinates. ”
As if.
It was as if.
“How dare you.”
It was like looking into the eyes of an enemy. The veins in Huang Tianhou’s temples popped and popped. He was about to burst into a rage.
“Big brother. ”
It was a full tone.
“This is not a good time. If you get involved, it might cause misunderstandings. Leave the rest to me. ”
He could hear his brother, Namgungban’s voice. He turned around to face Nan Gongban, who shook his head.
Seeing this, Huang Tianhou endured with superhuman patience. As he had said, it would be futile to unleash his Qi here, and it would shake the very foundations of the Fengyun Sect.
“You’re too clever. Fufufuf. Don’t worry. I’ll be back to retrieve it soon. Being the princess’s consort will make things a little easier, huh?”
Mo Yongyan’s provocation had crossed the line, but Huang Tianhou did not fall for it.
“Mo Yongyan of the Mo Yong Clan, the Wen Song Sect’s original master. Let the two of you begin your battle.”
Mo Yongyan’s opponent was a swordsman of great renown in the Wudang Sect. He was a taijutsu swordsman of the Atomic Boat Spinning Sect, known as the Taijutsu Swordsman.
His aura was unusually powerful.
The knuckles of his fingers, which showed years of practice, made me marvel.
As a soldier, he was a great warlord representing the Huang Clan.
He is also a man who has mastered the martial arts and worships Mu.
Huang Tianhou also liked and supported those who tried hard and were sincere about martial arts.
This time, he thought that Mo Yongyeon, who was both beneficial and harmless, would not be easy.
“……In addition to Mo Yongye’s victory, the Mo Yongse family also won. The members of the Shaman Sect will take Master Wen Song downstairs so that he can rest.”
They were wrong. Mo Yongyan’s destruction had only just begun.
* * *
“Next in line is Mo Yongyan of the Mo Yong Clan.”
The Mo Yong family’s Mo Yongyun, who had risen to the top, was unyielding. He emerged from the ranks of the newcomers in the Sixth Dynasty like a gust of wind, defeated Huang Bo Gyum, and then went on to win overwhelmingly.
Case in point.
“Namu Amitabha.”
“If you come out for some air, you can go in nicely.”
She faced the wrath of a monk who chanted a bad word. In response to Mo Yongyan’s nonchalant demeanor, the Shaolin monk showed off all he had learned.
“In the name of Shaolin, I’ve never been insulted like this before.”
“Really? You’re about to be. Shaolin, shamans, and the Southern Palace.”
The monk who spoke up was none other than the eighteenth Shaolin monk, Gakwang. They had helped the members of K’un-Lun drive out Shi Ma, and their courage and steadfastness were unrivaled.
“Namu Amitabha. I hope you are as skilled as your wrinkly mouth, for if you are not, you will be disgraced.”
Each one of them had fire in their eyes.
They were arrogant, not because they excelled in their own right,
He was arrogant, with eyes that looked all over the world.
It was as if they thought they were emperors.
Golden and red colors mingled in their fists.
“Wealth, red.”
“Fang Yi has been hiding a trick!”
The Eighty-Ninth Shaolin, Gakshan, exclaimed upon seeing the brilliance of Gakbang’s fist. His voice was not surprising, for it was only visible when the Arahan Priesthood was at its peak.
“Namuamitabha.”
“Ohora.”
Mo Yongyan’s clown face twitched and the corners of his mouth lifted.
Their fists clenched harder, and the fight began.
No one in Shaolin thought they would lose. After all, he had reached the peak of the Arahan Divine Right, and he was unbeatable.
Kwao!
* * *
“My appearance is ridiculous, feel free to laugh at me.”
“Recover quickly.”
The man caught in my gaze turned his huge body to the side. Turning away as if he didn’t want to face me, he snorted.
“Why were you so easily defeated?”
“Are you ……mocking me?”
“I’m asking.”
“Strength is not something to be used casually. The power you display may intimidate your opponent, but it won’t kill him with a single blow. It’s because your opponent is also on edge.”
These were the words I heard when I faced this giant of a man, the Netherworldly Huang Bo Geng. And it was this realization that led to the creation of the Thunderbolt Technique.
“Overwhelming power. Indeed, the ‘wall power’ that sustained the Huang Bo family seemed to be my worst enemy. The explosive power versus power, the purity of inner strength that cannot be surpassed in the face of the passage of time.”
No one would have been able to block Huang Bo Geng’s punch so easily. Wasn’t he one of the next generation of Wu Nanaxi?
“At least the one I know of you is not so easily defeated.”
“…….”
“Of course, Huang Bo’s punishment hasn’t been paid in full, and none of what happened in Shandong has been resolved, merely swept under the rug. You have wronged the Southern Palace, and you have wronged the Min Family.”
“Are you …… scolding me?”
“Yes. So, let’s recover and tie the knot as soon as possible.”
Hwang Bo Gyeom’s gaze fell on me. I didn’t avert my gaze and returned it. A glance between a man and a man doesn’t need words.
Huang Bo-gyeom’s gaze, which was scolding him and the young man’s scolding him, caused him to salivate. He finally understood what the young man wanted to say.
He finally understood what the young man was trying to say: to face his mistakes head-on.
Hwang Bo Gyeom had only thought of trampling on the buds that tried to climb over him.
The young man’s malice-free gaze made him feel as if he was naked and in the public eye.
“I lost.”
Without a fight.
Without crossing swords.
He had already envisioned the fight in his mind. Before the young man could open his mouth to speak, Huang Bo Gyum spoke first.
“Look at his game, what he decides. What the Mo Yong family is doing.”
“……What do you mean?”
“One step forward, one step back. That’s the answer. Not overwhelming power, but knowing when to back off. You can only beat him if you play the game skillfully.”
As if he had said all he knew, Huang Bo Gyum turned away and waved his hand like a pot lid.
And I stared at the rough calluses on his palms, the backs of his hands, every inch of them.
“When you recover, you will teach me. The Fengyun Temple is not yet finished.”
I had promised to fight him.
He is a generation older than me.
It was the duty of a man who had given everything for his family.
If it had seemed selfish before.
Now I will make it walk in the service of the Zheng Clan and make it pay for its past mistakes.