CLS-Chapter 179

Chapter 179

There was one fortunate point.

The outstanding cadets of Jamryong Military Academy weren’t as weak as Eon-hyo had thought.

On the first day, there had only been five, but with five more joining the class after treating their injuries, the total number attending classes became ten.

Going from a hundred to ten was very sad, but the fact that the ten had doubled from five was very encouraging.

Why, you ask?

Paaaaaak!

“Kyaaaaaaaah!”

Because stones that should have flown twice only flew once.

Eon-hyo’s pupils began to waver.

Peng Dohyeong, who had been holding up well until now, had just flown over the pavilion roof. When you see with your own eyes a person getting hit by a stone and flying nearly fifty jang, anyone would have serious reflections about ‘what martial arts truly is.’

‘Why isn’t he dying?’

If you packed all your internal energy into a stone and threw it, it might be possible to send a person flying that far. Perhaps even Eon-hyo could do it.

The problem was why the person who got hit didn’t die.

If a person flies that far, they should die when hit! That would be humane!

Why make people inhumane!

But the stone had no answer.

It just flew at a terrifying speed.

“Kyaaaaaaak!”

Eon-hyo stamped both legs hard into the ground.

Thump! Thump!

Both legs were planted deep into the ground, buried up to his ankles.

“Let’s give it a try!”

He was tired of dodging. The class hadn’t really come with explanations in the first place, nor had there been any instruction to dodge everything thrown. So he could probably counter-attack!

Fierce internal energy began swirling around both his fists.

He was none other than Eon-hyo.

Eon-hyo of the Jinju Eon Family, said to compete for supremacy in the world with fists.

Gooooooo!

The internal energy gathered in his right hand began rotating fiercely.

“Heavenly King Heavenly Generation!”

The ultimate technique of Eon Family Fist was unleashed through his hand. As he thrust his right hand forward powerfully, the internal energy gathered in his fist revealed tremendous force and flew toward the stone.

‘How’s that!’

It was a strike without regret.

It was a strike that gave his absolute best, to the point where he doubted when he could use Heavenly King Heavenly Generation with such completion again.

With a strike of this level, no matter how tough that stone was…

At that moment, Eon-hyo’s eyes bulged as if they would tear.

“Keuk!“

Not only that, but his throat was completely blocked. His heart had probably gotten stuck in his throat.

The stone thrown by Wei Yan-ho pierced through the fist force of Heavenly King Heavenly Generation that he had unleashed with all his might, and flew toward him all too easily.

No, saying it pierced through was meaningless.

The moment his fist force touched the stone thrown by Wei Yan-ho, it crumbled like sand meeting wind.

‘Have some conscience! Conscience!’

Not sword energy, not sword force! A mere thrown stone shouldn’t do that!

But there was no time to think calmly.

He had to dodge before that stone smashed not his fist force but his skull. But as Eon-hyo recalled one more thing, tears began flowing from his eyes.

‘Why did I bury my feet?’

He should have just unleashed the fist force.

There was no time to pull out his feet.

“Uwaaaaaaah!”

Crack crack crack!

As he desperately leaned his waist backward, strange sounds came from somewhere in his spine.

He thought he might end up like Sang Gwan-hong if he wasn’t careful, but it would be a thousand times better than dying.

Wei Yan-ho’s stone grazed right in front of his face.

“Huff! Huff! Huff!“

When he realized he was alive, cold sweat suddenly poured down from his entire body. As if he had bathed in sweat.

But the moment of relief was brief.

“Wow, you dodged that?”

An annoying voice could be heard. But there was somehow spite mixed in that annoying voice. It wasn’t a moment to be relieved.

“Huracha!“

Eon-hyo, who raised his body again using only his ankle strength, grabbed his back. Pain like torn muscles came rushing in.

“…You dodge better than I thought. It seems like you’ve only been properly hit once before?”

That’s right.

Once you get hit by that thing, you never want to get hit again even if you die.

He thought the saying about seeing stars in broad daylight was just talk, but who would have imagined actually seeing stars before your eyes?

His head was so swollen that he felt like he was carrying around an extra head in front.

“Grrrrrr.“

Eon-hyo glared at Wei Yan-ho with burning eyes.

Anger surged up.

He was training this hard, yet Wei Yan-ho was still lying on his bed, rolling around and munching on sweets.

‘Even if I am weak…’

For Eon-hyo, who thought there was etiquette in learning and etiquette in teaching, Wei Yan-ho’s attitude was extremely infuriating.

But what could he do about it?

If he said ‘Don’t teach with that attitude, sit up straight and do it properly,’ an unimaginably fast pitch that would snap his waist would come flying that instant.

“Th-throw comfortably.”

“What?”

“…Never mind.”

Wei Yan-ho chewed and swallowed his sweet, then suddenly started coughing.

Then Yi Seol-hwa, who was beside him, poured tea into a cup like lightning and offered it to Wei Yan-ho. After Wei Yan-ho downed the cool tea in one gulp, he finally sighed as if he could live, then raised his head to look at Eon-hyo.

“Where were we in our conversation?”

We weren’t having any conversation though?

Eon-hyo looked at Wei Yan-ho with blank eyes.

“Hmmmm.“

Wei Yan-ho looked around at Eon-hyo and his surroundings with dissatisfied eyes.

“Grrrr.“

“Ugh…“

Everyone was sprawled on the ground or hanging from the eaves of distant pavilions. Only Eon-hyo stood on the training ground on his own two legs.

“You’re incredibly strong, more than I thought.”

You’re not the one to say that.

“It doesn’t seem fair to give someone this strong the same intensity of training as everyone else. I think it would be better to raise the intensity a bit. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t think so.”

“They say time is gold. If you get less results from training the same amount of time, it’s annoying.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then let’s try once!”

Crack.

Wait! Did that sound of genuine anger just come from his hand?

There’s no need to make sounds like that when words would do, is there?

Eon-hyo pulled out his feet that had been buried in the ground with a face gone pale. With that madman possibly doing who knows what, keeping his legs buried in the ground was suicidal.

“Master said so.”

“…What?”

“Training is!”

Wei Yan-ho seemed to be grinding his teeth.

“Only when you think you almost died from today’s training is it real training! Thinking you can become strong with obvious repetition or obvious effort is nothing but self-consolation. You can only become truly strong when you train with the mindset that it’s fine to die from today’s training.”

“…Sorry, but may I ask who this master person is?”

I really want to see his face once.

“You wouldn’t know even if I told you.”

That’s unfortunate.

If he were alive, I would have gone to complain…

What kind of mentality does one need to have when teaching a child for something like that to come out?

‘That’s why he became so strong after being tormented like that.’

It’s an extreme training method where maybe one out of a hundred people would survive if a hundred trained. The problem is that the person who survived that training method is right before his eyes.

“So!”

Wei Yan-ho put strength into the hand holding the stone.

“Dodge well! Or block it!”

“…”

Before he could even answer, Wei Yan-ho swung his arm back over his shoulder and thrust the stone forward.

“Hiik!“

He took a stance in fright, but something unexpected happened.

“Huh?”

The stone was slow.

The stone he thought would fly at the speed of light was unexpectedly too slow.

Being slow was good. It was easier to dodge. But the fact that the stone was flying slowly without falling to the ground despite being at a speed where it should naturally fall was definitely not good news.

“…Huh? Did I throw it too hard?”

Those words weren’t good news either.

The moment Eon-hyo was about to say something, the ground began to shake. Not a feeling, but the ground was really shaking.

Kwaaaaaaah!

The hard earth covering the training ground began breaking apart like sand and getting sucked up toward the flying stone.

“…All sorts of things happen.”

Eon-hyo clicked his tongue watching that amazing sight.

The sucked-up stones and gravel began swirling around the small stone as the center. It was like a huge horizontal whirlpool had formed. And in that whirlpool, he could see a fist-sized stone rotating fiercely.

Anyone who had learned martial arts, no, anyone with eyes, would know how terrifyingly destructive the power loaded into that stone was.

Even if Eon-hyo were not the young master of the Jinju Eon Family but the family head of the Jinju Eon Family, he probably couldn’t safely block that stone.

“I have to d-dodge…”

Just as he thought ‘But it’s slow so I can dodge it’ and tried to move his body, suddenly the flying stone explosively increased speed toward him and came crashing down.

‘Mother!’

The moment Eon-hyo saw his life flash before his eyes and called out to his mother in his heart, something strange happened.

Kwaaaaaaaaah!

It spins.

The stone was spinning at tremendous speed right in front of his face. But that stone couldn’t reach Eon-hyo’s face. As if caught in an invisible net, it thrashed violently but didn’t cross a certain line.

‘What is this?’

Is this a new training method to overcome fear?

As Eon-hyo suspected the non-existent consideration from Wei Yan-ho, low footsteps were heard behind his back.

Eon-hyo noticed the presence approaching from behind.

But he absolutely couldn’t turn around.

With a stone right in front of his eyes trying to split his head open at any moment, what steel-hearted person could look away?

Swish.

A hand extended from right behind his face.

A man’s hand.

It felt a bit long, but definitely not thin. The thick joints and scars carved here and there, and the palm full of calluses gave a strong impression of a man’s hand.

Not a man meaning gender… but a man meaning a tough guy.

Crack!

That hand grabbed the stone in front of his face.

The stone filled with internal energy thrashed like a beast caught in a net, but couldn’t escape the man’s solid hand.

Psssss.

Then soon the stone became quiet as if it had never thrashed, and crumbled like sand.

The man’s hand, after brushing off the sand in the air a couple times, patted Eon-hyo’s shoulder pat pat.

As if saying he had endured well.

Strangely comforted, Eon-hyo sat down right there.

“…Huh?”

Wei Yan-ho’s surprised voice could be heard.

“Huh huh?”

As Wei Yan-ho’s flustered voice was heard, the owner of the hand that patted Eon-hyo’s shoulder began walking forward.

A dignified back.

The back of a man whose muscles seemed ready to burst under his pure white martial robes entered Eon-hyo’s sight.

‘Wh-who?’

It was none other than Wei Yan-ho who solved that question.

“H-hyeong?”

Eon-hyo’s mouth fell wide open.

“Hyeong?”

If it’s Wei Yan-ho’s older brother… Wei San-ho?

Demonic Sword Wei San-ho?

And at that moment.

“Yeon-ho…”

Wei San-ho quietly opened his mouth.

Eon-hyo momentarily fell into anticipation.

What would be the first words to come out in this meeting of brothers who seemed so mismatched?

And words that fulfilled that anticipation in a strange direction were heard.

“First, let’s get beaten up a bit.”

Huh?

What?