Genius Martial Arts Trainer – Chapter 6

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭?

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐭?

“Mugung and Mujin, come forward!”

Dawn in Dalian.

As if there was no need to stutter, Hyejeong shouted in a deep voice.

Hyejeong looked at Mujin with a complex expression for a moment.

For the past week, Mujin had been training on his own every morning, and always did his best to practice Yeonhwan Fist during the morning martial arts training.

After watching him for seven days and nights, Hyejeong was a little confused.

‘It didn’t seem like he was making excuses because he didn’t like training.’

The young boy seemed to have his own training method.

But even so, it was not something that could be completely forgiven. No matter how much he has his own training method, how dare he compare it with that of the Millennium Shaolin.

‘I hope this opportunity will make you admit that Shaolin’s method is superior to what you know.’

As an invincible martial artist, it was also his role to correct a young disciple who was going the wrong way.

Having finished thinking up to that point, Hyejeong turned his head and looked at Mugung.

‘If it’s Mugung, it’s more than enough to correct that kid’s wrong thoughts. Yes.’

He was the most outstanding among the seventy or so new disciples who had just entered.

Although it was basic martial arts, his understanding of the complex Yeonhwan Fist was excellent for a child. In addition, he participated in training diligently every day and trained himself whenever he had time.

In addition, his natural muscles were far superior to other children, so he was a child with a high possibility of becoming a key player in Shaolin.

And Mugung, who received Hyejeong’s hopeful gaze, had his heart pounding.

‘Hyejeong-sasuknim is looking at me!’

His dream was to make a name for himself in the martial arts world as a disciple of Shaolin.

At this moment. Mugung felt intuitively that he was one step closer to that dream.

‘I’m sorry for you, but I have to step on you to go up.’

Mugung, who considered this an opportunity to make a proper impression on Hyejeong Sasukjo, looked at Mujin with a competitive spirit.

“Let’s start.”

Whether Hyejeong and Mugung were thinking or talking to each other, Mujin was leisurely stretching his legs alternately.

And Mujin, who had loosened his leg muscles appropriately, asked Hyejeong in a leisurely tone.

“Can we start now?”

At his leisurely attitude, Mugung’s forehead veins popped out.

‘Heh. He’s just bluffing!’

Although he thought so in his head, Mugung, who was still young, unknowingly had his nerves on edge.


Perhaps it was because of that anger.

Mugung’s judgment was somewhat distorted, and when Mujin, who had been acting leisurely, rushed in as soon as the match started, Mugung’s body moved before he thought.

The first form of Yeonhwan Fist, which he had been training without rest for the past three months, reflexively popped out.

As expected, the Yeonhwan Fist that Mugung showed off boasted a level of completion that could not be compared with other children of the same age.

The fist that stretched out in a straight line like a picture was very fast, and it even created a destructive power that did not match his age.


Over the past week, Mujin had been training the Yeonhwan Fist and had come to understand Mugung’s movements. Even without looking, Mujin could dodge the punches that were as obvious as daylight.

Just as Mugung’s fist was about to strike his face, Mujin swiftly ducked his upper body at the last possible moment.


The moment a surprised Mugung tried to use a different initial move, Mujin didn’t miss the instant when Mugung’s center of gravity twisted. He pressed down on Mugung’s abdomen with his shoulder and simultaneously pulled Mugung’s groin with both arms.

It was a perfect tackle move.

The act that Muhyul had been practicing against a tree was actually a tackle.



Everyone who had been watching the match, expecting Mugung to win naturally, was shocked by the sudden turn of events.

Mujin carefully laid Mugung down, making sure the young child didn’t hit his head when he fell from the tackle.

With a lightning-fast move, he dodged to the side and put Mugung in an armbar.

The match had started, and it took just over a second for Mugung to be subdued.

As the match was decided in such a short time, some were dumbfounded, unable to grasp the situation, while others were left with their mouths agape in surprise.

“Quickly release and get out!”

“Are you saying that the disciple of Shaolin can’t stand that much?!”

After the situation was all over, some of the first disciples who came to their senses threw out some advice that didn’t work.

But they also knew in their heads.

They didn’t know the technique called armbar, but they all knew how much pain that posture would give to the arm because they had all practiced martial arts for at least ten years.

It was just a word spit out because it was hard to accept the situation where the disciple they believed in was defeated so easily.


And Mugung, who was caught in the technique, was now in a very bad taste. He felt a terrible pain from his arm, and the first disciples kept shouting at him to get up and get out.

In addition, the kid Mujin who had suppressed his arm was now.

“Hey. If you resist, your arm will break. Just surrender?”


While pressing his arm moderately and threatening him with a smirk.

Mujin had no intention of really breaking the arm of a child. It was just a word hoping that the child would surrender before getting hurt.

The only problem was the current situation where Mugung was located.

“Hey! Get up!”

“If you’re a trainee, you’re not even a match! If you have Mugung’s power, you can get out!”

On one side, the first disciples who wanted him to look good were shouting to get up.


“Hey. If I put more power, the bone will come out. Don’t you feel it? If I put a little more power, you have to live as a cripple for the rest of your life. Hey. Just surrender quickly.”

On the other side, Mujin was holding his arm and threatening him.

Unable to withstand the pain coming from his arm and the tremendous pressure coming from both sides, Mugung eventually.

“Ugh. Huh. Give. Aaaa!!”

He burst into tears.

He was a guy who acted like an adult even though he was a head taller than other kids.

“. . . . . .”

“. . . . . .”

When Mugung, who was proud of his unusually large size among his peers, was lying on the ground and crying out loud, silence came to the practice field in an instant.

“I let go. I let go. I’m sorry. Huh? I did something wrong.”

When Mugung burst into tears, Mujin, who quickly untied the armbar, comforted Mugung and gently massaged the arm of the poor guy who was under pressure.

“Ah. That’s why you made him fight with a kid for no reason.”

Although it was a fair duel, Mujin muttered to himself, feeling as if he had tormented a young child.

Naturally, everyone’s eyes were on Hyejeong, who had arranged this duel.


When one of the first disciples, who had quickly regained his senses, coughed, everyone turned their heads.

“Ugh. Ugh. It’s, it’s unfair!”

At that moment, Mugung, who had been crying, shouted in a sad voice.


“You suddenly rushed at me as soon as we started! And you attacked with a strange technique, not the Yeonhwan Fist! It’s unfair! If we fight properly, I can win!”

Mugung, who had been acting very mature, cried out like a complete child once he started crying.

“Oh dear. That’s right. Our Mugung is very good at Yeonhwan Fist. Yes, that’s right.”

“It’s not Mugung’s fault!!”

“Oh dear. That’s right.”

While Mujin was comforting Mugung, who was lying on the floor and whining.

“Listening to Mugung, he seems to have a point.”

One of the first disciples, who had been watching the situation, stepped forward and spoke.

“If it’s a duel between Shaolin disciples, it’s natural to use Shaolin martial arts. You broke that rule.”

The first disciple spoke proudly as if he had caught a thief, but Mujin, who was comforting Mugung, just snorted.

“Didn’t you say a few days ago? The focus of Shaolin martial arts is to ‘suppress’ the enemy.”

“That’s right.”

“I definitely suppressed Mugung. Much more cleanly than using the Yeonhwan Fist.”


“If I had used the Yeonhwan Fist, we would have kept punching each other, and the injuries would have been more serious than now. But what about now? Mugung is crying, but is there a single place where he got hurt?”

He threatened to break his arm, but in the end, he didn’t. Even in the process of tackling and knocking him down, he was careful not to hit his head or cause any accidents.

In other words, he succeeded in suppressing him without leaving any wounds or injuries on his body.

“T-That. . . . . .”

“That’s absurd! How can you not use Shaolin martial arts in a Shaolin duel!”

At Mujin’s logical rebuttal, a first disciple, who looked much older on the outside, began to make excuses.

Watching the scene for a while, Hyejeong quickly noticed that the atmosphere was turning bad and stepped forward.


“Yes. Hyejeong-sasuknim.”

“Are you saying that you used that technique on purpose to suppress Mugung without hurting him?”

“That’s right.”

“Then, your technique can be considered to some extent in line with the intention of our Shaolin.”


“So, today’s duel is your victory, Mujin.”

The sudden advocacy of Hyejeong left the first disciples looking at Hyejeong with surprised faces once again. Even Mujin, who had only seen Hyejeong as an old-fashioned person, was surprised.

However, Hyejeong’s words were not over yet.

“One. There is one important issue missing here. The technique you used may be more efficient than the Yeonhwan Fist in suppressing the opponent. However, that is only when the level of the opponent is a novice. The reason we learn martial arts in Shaolin. That is to suppress the wicked demons or villains who have learned martial arts.”

The reason why Hyejeong stubbornly blocked the first disciples’ coercion and acknowledged Mujin’s victory.

That was because of the strange atmosphere that began to flow among the disciples who had watched the competition.

The Yeonhwan Fist, which they had struggled to learn over the past few months, was so easily destroyed.

Not only that, the situation where the first disciples, who had been tormenting them for the past few months, teaching them martial arts that were so easily destroyed, were even coercing.

There was no choice but to create an atmosphere among the disciples, ‘Why am I learning this kind of thing while suffering?’

The first disciples, who had not been able to socialize much because they were only training, could not read that atmosphere, but Hyejeong, who had lived a martial arts life in his own way, read that sign.

‘If left alone, all of these disciples may leave Shaolin.’

It would be a blessing if they just left, and if the children who left spread rumors about this, it would be a disgrace to Shaolin.

So Hyejeong first acknowledged Mujin’s victory and changed the atmosphere.

“So, this time, I will show you the essence of our Shaolin martial arts! The power of martial arts to deal with wicked demons using martial arts!”

He intended to show the disappointed disciples what Shaolin’s martial arts were and turn their disappointment into anticipation.

“Bring me a rock!”

When Hyejeong gave instructions to the first disciples, the two who were quick to understand quickly ran out.

And a moment later.

Two first disciples appeared again, carrying a rock that was much larger than an ordinary person.


Hyejeong, who approached the rock, took a deep breath and took the posture of the Yeonhwan Fist.

“Watch carefully. This is the true power of the Yeonhwan Fist that you are learning.”

His inner power, which had been twisting its tail in his abdomen, spread to his limbs, and the moment Hyejeong, who had finished preparing, swung his fist.


The huge rock was shattered on the spot.


Thanks to Mujin’s performance, the young monks, who had momentarily doubted Shaolin’s martial arts, let out exclamations without exception.

In that exclamation, there was a mixture of expectations that if they endured such hardships a little more, they would gain such divine power.

Hyejeong, who was watching them with satisfaction, looked at Mujin, who was the starting point of the incident.

“Oh oh oh!”

And Mujin was also exclaiming, looking at the rock that had been shattered.

‘Great. That’s what martial arts is.’

There, the scene he had imagined while reading martial arts novels as a child unfolded.

What is the martial arts in martial arts novels?

When you swing a knife, a mountain is cut off.

When you swing a sword, hundreds of enemies are slaughtered.

When you shout a fist, the enemy’s body bursts as it is. . . . . .

“Uh. . . . . .?”

Mujin, who was admiring like other children, suddenly made a strange expression, pointed at the shattered rock with his hand, and looked at Hyejeong.

“. . . . . .Didn’t you say it was a suppression technique?”

“D-Did I?”

“It’s shattered, isn’t it?”

“. . . . . .”

“. . . . . .”

A strange silence returned to the practice field.

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  1. jabberJ says:

    Hey what’s the schedule?
    When is the next chapter?

  2. jabberJ says:

    Did you drop??

  3. Oopaloopa says:

    Suppressed to death

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