Genius Martial Arts Trainer

Four Divine Units

The next day.

Mu-jin headed towards the Third Training Hall of the Murim Alliance with a few Shaolin disciples.

This place was designated for the Qinglong Unit, one of the Four Divine Units.

While the Zhuque Unit, Xuanwu Unit, and Baihu Unit were likely gathering at different training halls.

Just as Shaolin had sent a dozen members, other large clans and sects had also sent similar numbers to the Murim Alliance.

Adding the warriors of the Murim Alliance and those from small to medium-sized sects, the total number exceeded three hundred, naturally dividing the Four Divine Units into groups of about eighty members each.

Upon arriving at the training hall assigned to the Qinglong Unit, the atmosphere was exactly what Mu-jin had anticipated.

“Do they really expect these guys to achieve harmony?”

While there might be camaraderie, Mu-jin felt that half of them would die in the first battle before any true bonds could form.

Mu-jin himself was not entirely blameless in contributing to the current situation.

“Mu-jin Do-hu-nim! I was so delighted to find out we were in the same unit! Hahaha!”

Led by Cheongsu Dojang, about a dozen members flocked to Mu-jin as he entered the training hall.

To anyone observing, Mu-jin appeared to be the leader of one of the factions within the Qinglong Unit.

Cheongsu Dojang’s words could be interpreted as flattery towards Mu-jin.

Of course, Mu-jin understood the true intent behind the words very well.

“Since we’re in the same unit, he means he can spar with me every day.”

As Mu-jin shook his head in exasperation, members of the Zhongnan Sect approached.

“Mu-jin Gyo-gwan-nim! It’s been a while!”

“Have you been well, Gyo-gwan-nim?”

They were individuals who had undergone military-style training under Mu-jin.

Their crisp salutes to Mu-jin could also be seen as flattery.

Furthermore, when members from the Tang Clan, the Jegal Family, and the Beggar Sect also greeted Mu-jin, it naturally caused some friction.

“Anyone would think this was his private domain.”

Mu-jin initially assumed it was someone from the Mount Hua or Wudang Sect who had spoken, but turning towards the voice revealed an unexpected figure.

“Ah, right. He’s also in the Qinglong Unit.”

It was Namgung Jin-cheon, glaring at Mu-jin.

Around Namgung Jin-cheon were individuals from neutral clans and sects within the Nine Great Clans.

As Mu-jin contemplated how to handle the situation, more people entered the training hall.

They were dressed in the distinctive uniforms of the Murim Alliance, and the middle-aged man leading them headed straight for the podium.

“Greetings. I am Dok-go Pae, newly appointed as the leader of the Qinglong Unit.”

Dok-go Pae greeted with a clasped fist salute and continued, addressing the diverse gazes of the eighty men before him.

While those from small and medium sects looked at him as their superior, there were many from the Nine Great Clans and the Five Great Families who seemed displeased.

Their expressions clearly said, “Who are you to be our leader?”

“I understand you’re surprised by the sudden decision of the Alliance. However, there’s no need to worry. I am here to serve as a bridge between the Alliance’s military and the Qinglong Unit. Now, we will elect a deputy leader who will lead the Qinglong Unit alongside me.”

As Dok-go Pae finished speaking, the eyes of everyone in the training hall darted around.

This meant they were about to choose the de facto leader of the Qinglong Unit.

It was a critical moment for everyone present.

“So, how do you plan to choose the deputy leader, Commander?”

Namgung Jin-cheon stepped forward to ask, and Dok-go Pae responded with a gentle smile that belied his stern appearance.

“While command and tactical understanding are important for leading a military unit, none of you would follow someone weaker than yourselves, correct?”

“You mean to select the deputy through a duel?”

“Yes. Namgung So-ga-ju. Strategy and command can be developed through meetings with our military leaders after being elected as deputy.”

“So, will all eighty of us fight?”

Dok-go Pae shook his head at Namgung Jin-cheon’s question.

“Only those interested in the position of deputy leader need to step forward and fight. There’s no need for everyone to battle. Hahaha.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Namgung Jin-cheon stepped forward.

Standing in front of the podium, Namgung Jin-cheon turned and looked directly at Mu-jin.

His gaze clearly challenged Mu-jin to come and face him.

Mu-jin chuckled and was about to step forward.

Even without Namgung Jin-cheon’s provocation, Mu-jin had intended to take the deputy position.

It wasn’t because of his conversation with the leader of the Murim Alliance the previous day.

In fact, during that conversation, Mu-jin had pondered:

“Could it be that Wi Ji-hak isn’t connected to Shinchun? He might be being used by the Grand Strategist.”

Mu-jin’s goal was solely to stop Shinchun.

He had no intention of becoming a hero of the righteous faction or succeeding Wi Ji-hak as the leader of the Murim Alliance.

The reason Mu-jin sought the deputy position was simple.

“It’s much more advantageous to operate as a deputy than as a regular member.”

Dok-go Pae had mentioned that the deputy would participate in military meetings.

Through this, Mu-jin might uncover Shinchun’s operatives hidden within the Murim Alliance.

Additionally,

“Since it’s come to this, I should try to establish connections with the neutral sects.”

Immediately after seeing the notice yesterday,

Representatives from Shaolin, the Jegal Family, the Tang Clan, the Zhongnan Sect, and the Beggar Sect gathered for a meeting.

They decided to take advantage of this situation.

Instead of remaining clustered within their sects, they aimed to use this opportunity to reach out to the neutral sects.

Given this perspective, the deputy position seemed highly useful.

However, before Mu-jin could step forward, someone else did first.

“Amita-bul. I’ve always wanted to cross swords with Namgung So-ga-ju at least once. Hahaha.”

Cheongsu Dojang, with a bright smile, drew his sword and stepped forward.

Namgung Jin-cheon also readily drew his sword, accepting the duel.

“Cheongsu from Wudang. A good warm-up before facing him.”

Despite Namgung Jin-cheon’s condescending words, Cheongsu Dojang maintained a faint smile, seemingly looking forward to the duel.

Perhaps irked by that smile, Namgung Jin-cheon made the first move.

“Hmm. It seems he’s definitely improved compared to three years ago, probably because he didn’t take the Yin-Yang Gu.”

In the second part of the novel, Namgung Jin-cheon’s growth had stalled at a certain level.

The use of Ten-Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng and brainwashing by the Yin-Yang Gu hindered his enlightenment.

However, the Chang-gung Muae Swordsmanship he now displayed was indeed more substantial than three years ago.

But it wasn’t just Namgung Jin-cheon who had improved.

Srrrk.

With a sound so soft it was hard to believe the swords clashed, Cheongsu Dojang’s sword wrapped around Namgung Jin-cheon’s blade.

Following the flow of Cheongsu Dojang’s Taegeuk Swordsmanship, the immense energy on Namgung Jin-cheon’s sword quickly dispersed.

Namgung Jin-cheon attempted to swing his sword again, but Cheongsu Dojang’s Taegeuk Swordsmanship differed greatly from typical Wudang techniques.

After disrupting his opponent’s sword path, Cheongsu Dojang’s sword transitioned sharply from circular movements to a straight thrust aimed at Namgung Jin-cheon’s vital points.

Shhk!

Caught off guard, Namgung Jin-cheon hastily moved his steps, but his clothing was cut by Cheongsu Dojang’s Songmun Antique Sword.

“Your swordsmanship doesn’t seem fitting for a Taoist of Wudang.”

At Namgung Jin-cheon’s sharp gaze and question, Cheongsu Dojang replied with a mischievous smile.

“And Namgung Do-hu-nim’s sword feels much lighter than the swords of the Namgung family I’ve heard about from your grandmaster. Hahaha.”

Cheongsu Dojang was not mocking him; he was merely expressing his genuine impression.

“How dare you run your mouth so carelessly.”

With a vein popping on his forehead, Namgung Jin-cheon gripped his sword tightly, exuding a fierce aura.

The ensuing duel was something like,

“A fierce struggle.”

Mu-jin smiled contentedly at the sight of their closely matched fight.

Of course, he wasn’t pleased with Namgung Jin-cheon’s growth.

“In the novel, he was always the second best.”

Even Cheongsu Dojang, who had little presence, was now fighting on par with Namgung Jin-cheon.

Namgung Jin-cheon, stronger than depicted in the novel, and

Namgung Jin-cheon, with veins bulging on his forehead, wielding his sword as if to kill.

“Hahaha!! Feel free to strike harder!”

The duel continued endlessly with both of them enjoying it to the fullest, laughing maniacally.

“Haah!”

Unable to hold back, Namgung Jin-cheon raised his sword to execute the Emperor’s Sword Form.

Simultaneously, a massive wave of energy emanated, enveloping Cheongsu Dojang, while the energy on Namgung Jin-cheon’s sword began to intensify.

Before the energy could fully form into a sword aura,

“I won’t let that happen!”

Cheongsu Dojang, successfully deflecting Namgung Jin-cheon’s energy wave, charged and executed another direct lethal strike.

Namgung Jin-cheon quickly swung his sword, unable to fully form the sword aura.

Boom!

As the dust settled from the explosive impact, Cheongsu Dojang stood there, smiling with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Just as the two men were about to clash again,

“Enough!”

Dok-go Pae, who had been watching the duel, called for its end.

“If this continues, one of you will die. There are others who haven’t had their turn yet, so let’s call this a draw for now and let the others have a go. If no one else can defeat Cheongsu Dojang or Namgung So-ga-ju, we’ll resume your duel.”

Despite Dok-go Pae’s suggestion, no one dared to step forward.

Having witnessed their duel, everyone realized their own inadequacies.

The ones most disheartened were the Shaolin Alliance members. The expressions from Mount Hua, Wudang, Qingcheng, and Emei were quite the sight.

– Shouldn’t someone at least step up?

– This lineup is wrong. If our senior was in the Qinglong Unit, maybe, but it’s difficult for us.

– Given the situation, we should hope for Namgung Jin-cheon’s victory.

They exchanged thoughts, hoping for Namgung Jin-cheon’s win.

Since Namgung Jin-cheon was from a neutral faction, they thought they could approach and draw him in.

However, they overlooked one thing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

While they were expecting Namgung Jin-cheon’s victory, he was glaring intently at someone.

Namgung Jin-cheon wasn’t the only one. Cheongsu Dojang, who had fought him to a draw, was also looking in the same direction with eager anticipation.

Perhaps due to their blatant stares,

Others began to follow their gaze, wondering who could step forward after witnessing such an intense duel.

All eyes naturally focused on Mu-jin.

Only then did they recall that three years ago at the Yongbongji Conference, both of them had lost to Mu-jin.

However, three years had passed since that duel.

In that time, both Cheongsu Dojang and Namgung Jin-cheon had significantly improved.

“Can the Shaolin Dragon still defeat them?”

“Could it be that they are now stronger?”

In the midst of their mixed anticipation, excitement, worry, and anxiety,

“Click.”

Mu-jin clicked his tongue lightly and stepped forward, contemplating.

“But Cheongsu, aren’t we on the same side?”

Mu-jin felt as if he was about to face a two-on-one battle.