episode_0132

132. Plan.

“Draw out internal energy like thread from your core. Then, draw the shape. Since it’s the first time, a triangle would be good.”

“Yes, yes.”

There was still time before the two high-ranking executives of the Black King Castle returned.

Yohan decided to teach Gwang-ui a spell during the remaining time.

“Like this, is this how you do it?”

Gwang-ui spoke, trembling all over. In front of his palms floated a wobbly triangle.

“Hmm… It’s a little lacking. Is it difficult to be more precise?”

“Sorry, but, this is, the best, hhhueup…!”

Yohan tilted his head. Is that so difficult?

“Heok!”

Gwang-ui took a deep breath and lowered his hands. The painstakingly crafted internal energy scattered into the air.

“……It’s not easy.”

“It’s because it’s the first time. You’ll get better over time.”

That was true. Repetition and practice is the only answer to all skills in the world. At least, Yohan believed so.

‘Still, it’s strange. As a martial artist of outstanding skill, I thought he would succeed easily…’

What’s the difference between me and a martial artist? Yohan pondered.

Race? The presence or absence of a status window? The environment in which we lived?

Yohan let out a hollow laugh.

‘The difference is quite big.’

Although they looked similar, the trajectories of their lives were too different.

First of all, the location where magic power is stored is also different…

“……!”

Suddenly, one possibility flashed through his mind.

“Gwang-ui. Don’t most martial artists accumulate internal energy in their core?”

Gwang-ui looked puzzled.

“Isn’t that so? I’ve never seen a martial artist who doesn’t accumulate internal energy in their core while living.”

“Indeed, that may be the cause.”

“Yes? Is that the cause? Ah, now that I think about it, the Lord…”

Yohan tapped his chest.

“I accumulate magic power in my chest. I think this is the decisive difference between Gwang-ui and me.”

Gwang-ui became serious.

‘If the Lord’s words are true… Does that mean I have a constitution that makes it difficult to use sorcery?’

Oh, that’s too harsh.

“Lord, is there no way?”

“Hmm… Can’t you accumulate internal energy in both your chest and core?”

“Accumulate in both…”

Gwang-ui retraced his memories. He had read countless medical books.

Medical books possess vast knowledge. It was also a book that recorded not only how to make medicine, but also the condition of patients, which varies greatly.

Among them, there was also a medical book that described the physical condition of martial artists.

“Wait, please wait a moment. I’ll be right back.”

Gwang-ui had something in mind. He quickly used his movement technique and left the training hall.

He intended to go to his medical room and bring the medical book.

***

Gwang-ui returned quickly.

“If you look at the fifty-second chapter of this medical book, you will find the physical condition of a martial artist who has accumulated internal energy in both the chest and the core.”

Gwang-ui and Yohan were sitting in the corner of the training hall. The two huddled together and looked at a small medical book.

Yohan stroked the yellow surface of the medical book with his hand. His finger pointed to the chest of the martial artist drawn in the book.

“Reading the writing, it doesn’t seem like this martial artist’s end was good.”

“That’s right. He couldn’t control the internal energy accumulated in his chest, and eventually his heart stopped and he died.”

“Does that happen?”

“Hmm, I don’t know either. This kind of strange martial art isn’t common.”

Gwang-ui carefully expressed his opinion.

“In my opinion, there seems to have been no way to control the internal energy accumulated in the chest. The water is filling up in the dam, but there was no way to drain it.”

“So it burst.”

“That’s right.”

Yohan folded his arms and pondered. The strange thing is that he has no restrictions on using martial arts.

Whether accumulating internal energy in the chest or accumulating it in the core. He didn’t feel much difference.

‘No, it seems like it was a little difficult to use martial arts?’

Sama Han once said.

─Your speed of drawing in internal energy is terribly slow. Can you even use it in actual combat with that? Just use sorcery, you rascal.

Gwang-ui spoke, piercing through Yohan’s thoughts.

“I’ll try accumulating internal energy in my chest once. Whatever it is, it’s important to try it yourself.”

“Won’t it be dangerous?”

“Hehe, well. Won’t it work out somehow? I’m a doctor in my own way.”

Yohan didn’t bother to object. Whether Gwang-ui failed and died or lived. It didn’t matter much to him.

‘The enlightenment I gain from teaching Gwang-ui. That’s enough.’

Yohan nodded.

“But, is there such a martial art?”

“If you look for it, there will be one. There is nothing that doesn’t exist in Black King Castle. Because it’s a place where all kinds of human beings live.”

Gwang-ui said that and immediately left the training hall. He always feels that he is a very quick-acting man.

***

It had already been a week since he started training with Gwang-ui.

During that time, Yohan taught Gwang-ui with all his heart, and he was able to realize one thing.

‘It seems like he has more talent for magic than martial arts?’

“Ice pick!”

Icicles sprouting from Gwang-ui’s fingertips pour out fiercely forward.

Pupu pupuk!

The scarecrow that was set up for training literally became a beehive.

Gwang-ui swept the surface of the long sword with his index finger.

Sssseuu-

White cold air undulates along the blade. Immediately after, Gwang-ui’s figure scattered.

“Hueup!”

Seogeok-

The head of the scarecrow, roughly made of straw, falls off. Gwang-ui wiped the sweat from his forehead and sheathed his sword.

Clap clap, Yohan applauded without realizing it. The power is much weaker, but to achieve that level in just one week.

Gwang-ui was an excellent disciple. He didn’t even have a status window, but Yohan felt proud.

“Good job. Your achievement in casting spells has improved significantly.”

“No. It’s all thanks to the Lord.”

Gwang-ui gathered his hands respectfully. He tried to avoid offending Yohan’s mood in any way.

There were two reasons why Gwang-ui developed so quickly.

One is that he was originally excellent as a martial artist.

And the last one is…

‘He’s just smart. Is it because he’s a doctor?’

Magic can only be used if you have three talents: magic power operation, magic power quantity, and sufficient intelligence.

In that respect, Gwang-ui was the best talent. Yohan was even learning a little bit.

“Okay, next, let’s learn a spell called Dig. First…”

The moment Yohan was about to say something, someone came from afar.

‘An envoy sent by the Black King.’

Since there are so many cases like this, he was now used to it. The envoy quickly arrived to them.

Gwang-ui asked.

“What’s going on?”

The envoy cut to the chase and said.

“The two executives have arrived. This is the Black King’s message to gather in the conference room immediately.”

“I understand.”

Yohan followed the envoy without any objection. This is because he had been told in advance.

For reference, Gwang-ui did not follow. He was not qualified to participate in the meeting.

Tadadat-

War was imminent. It seemed like a fishy smell of blood was blowing from somewhere.

***

Yohan sat down in his chair with a calm face. Familiar faces were seen everywhere.

Two players who won the championship in other training halls, the heads of each sword squad including Sarah, Ho-seon, and the Black King.

Deureureuk-

The sound of the door opening was heard. Yohan only turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.

‘Are those two? The high-ranking executives of Black King Castle.’

One man with a broad face, one man with a cucumber-like face shape.

‘Black Boar, Black Monkey.’

A boar and a monkey. I think I know why the former has that nickname, but I don’t know about the latter.

The Black King greeted the two of them happily.

“You’ve come. Good job. I’m sorry for calling you as soon as you returned.”

“No. Lord. Please call us anytime.”

Black Boar replied. He seemed to have a simple nature.

On the other hand, Black Monkey just gave a soft smile. He didn’t seem to be in a bad mood.

The Black King looked around once. He slowly opened his mouth.

“You can guess why I called you.”

“Of course. So. When are you planning to start a full-scale war?”

When Sama Han asked, the Black King smiled savagely. It was the smile of a tiger about to hunt.

“I’m sorry to Black Boar and Black Swine, but we don’t have time now. We must quickly sweep through before they reorganize.”

Cheoareureuk-

The Black King’s subordinate unfolded the map. It was a familiar picture.

‘I saw it before invading Sichuan.’

Cheok, the Black King pointed to one place on the map.

Gansu.

“Starting tomorrow, we will completely wipe out the Righteous Sects, starting with the Common Faction.”

Black Boar grinned.

“Indeed, you are the Lord. First of all, it is right to resolve Black Swine’s resentment.”

I don’t know about the other executives, but Black Boar and Black Swine were usually very close.

Black Boar strongly agreed. It was to soothe the soul of his friend.

Sama Han leaned back in his chair and said indifferently.

“Not bad. Anyway, the Common Faction is a gateway that must be passed through no matter what. But the Alliance Lord must know that, right?”

“It’s okay. The only way is not just Gansu. No matter how fast the Alliance Lord is, he can’t defend all four places.”

Gansu, Inner Mongolia, Guizhou, Guangxi.

Qinghai, Sichuan, and Yunnan were miserably destroyed by the Black King Castle. Now, only those four regions are acting as the gatekeepers of the Righteous Sects.

“Maybe they have evenly distributed martial artists in those four places. We will aim for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Concentrate all the troops of the Black King Castle in Gansu. We will advance to the Shaolin Temple in Henan as it is.”