I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Chapter 206: Let Us Have A Martial Arts Match (4)

The Yue Maiden Sword Sutra unfolds gently.

The sword’s trajectory, which was drawing a round arc, suddenly strikes downward like the hook of a brush stroke (Chinese character writing) and springs up, then extends the right hand pulled tightly to the left while thrusting diagonally upward from left to right.

Peng Choryo dodges and spins her body, and the wooden sword thrusts through the air, almost grazing the curve of her back.

As Peng Choryo’s hair spreads out, Qing’s eyes light up at that moment.

An opening!

Qing pulls back her sword and raises her hand.

The wooden sword falls sharply, aiming for the top of Peng Choryo’s head.

The wooden sword digs through Peng Choryo’s widely spread hair. But without any sensation, it feels like it’s just cutting through empty air-

Whack! Qing’s world spins.

As Peng Choryo turned her body, she swung the iron club in her hand, sweeping it across the ground, so the iron mass that gained force by rotating in a large circle struck Qing’s calf above her ankle.

Qing’s two feet lifted into the air, and she tilted sideways, falling and rolling from her shoulder.

“Ow, ssip…”

It was a weak groan for such a hard fall. Despite her body being completely sideways in the air from being hit in the calf.

She got up quickly, rubbed her calf a few times, rolled her shoulders, and immediately gripped her sword again.

And again, about twenty exchanges.

This time, Qing took a direct hit to her thigh below the hip, and she made a hissing sound through her teeth as she gently rubbed it.

Zhuge Ihyeon watched this scene with a disgusted look and quietly spoke up.

“Sister Peng? Shouldn’t you go a bit easier…”

“How can I go any easier than this? I can’t forcibly slow down my speed.”

Peng Choryo was holding a blunt iron club instead of a saber. It was a solid piece of iron six and a half feet long including the handle.

It weighed just under twenty geun.

Such a heavy weapon can’t be swung with strength alone.

You have to continue the flow and press down with the weight of the weapon itself, so it was a skill that drew endless large circles by rotating if not colliding, and using the rebound if it did collide.

Peng Choryo was just holding the saber, so going any easier wasn’t possible in this area.

“Choryo is right. How else would I train? Originally, training is supposed to stick with you when your body hurts.”

Qing supported Choryo.

Like master, like disciple, Qing was greatly impressed by Ximen Surin’s body engraving education method.

At this, Choryo smiled warmly, not hiding her pride.

“Our Qing’er is truly making rapid progress.”

“I was lacking in basics from the start.”

At first, she couldn’t even withstand one exchange with Peng Choryo and ruined the wooden sword.

How could it be easy to receive such an extremely heavy weapon with a fragile wooden sword without using inner power?

If the angle of receiving and deflecting was even slightly dull, the wooden sword would break.

Peng Choryo took this into account and at first just extended the saber straightforwardly, then gradually mixed in techniques and deceptions.

Now, even with Peng Choryo using all sorts of techniques of an experienced martial artist, Qing could withstand over twenty exchanges.

Peng Choryo, who had exerted herself fully after a long time, wiped her sweat with an extremely refreshed expression and stepped back.

Qing dusted off her cheap martial attire covered in dirt and urged:

“Whew. Who’s next? Sword Brother?”

“Yes! I’ve been waiting!”

“Do it roughly and step aside.”

As Qing caught fire with training, everyone, being true martial artists, got excited together.

While Namgung Shinjae was always burning, even the Peng siblings gradually stopped being surprised by Qing’s brutal training methods.

Thanks to this, the sound of Qing getting hit was different from when she started endless sparring ten days ago.

The sounds that were tuk tak puk became kung bak cheolpudeok to the point where listeners got sick of it, so it was natural for Zhuge Ihyeon, who visited occasionally, to express concern with a serious face.

“Sister Tang, is this sparring, alright? Isn’t it impossible for a human body to endure such overwork?”

Unusually, Tang Nanah, who was focusing on memorizing hidden weapons, tilted her head at this.

But Tang Nanah had also experienced Qing for a long time.

“Huh? Qing’er? She’s fine?”

“You say she’s fine?”

“Qing’er is sturdy and always has a protective qi around her, so just getting hit doesn’t damage even muscles, let alone bones. Sword qi or blades won’t even penetrate, right? Can’t even use acupuncture needles. Ah, this one won’t come out. Don’t just stand there staring, can you help?”

“Ah, yes.”

Zhuge Ihyeon pulled out the hidden weapons densely stuck in the wooden dummy.

Tang Nanah received them one by one and kept stuffing them into her sleeves, bosom, and the hem of her long top.

The loose, long, fluttering clothes Tang Nanah liked to wear were actually closer to a hidden weapon storage in function than in appearance.

Zhuge Ihyeon thought as he watched this:

I shouldn’t make enemies with Tang clan martial artists.

“And well, isn’t it good to work hard? It makes me feel like I should practice hidden weapons too. It makes me think this is how she reached Late Stage Peak Realm. It’s amazing. Our Qing’er.”

Zhuge Ihyeon nodded.

In the end, Zhuge Ihyeon was also a martial artist, and martial artists were originally a group with a blurred distinction between overwork and diligence.

So by the time the sun sets and evening comes, Qing’s appearance becomes truly worth seeing.

Her martial attire, soaked with sweat, rolls on the training ground floor and sticks with mud rather than dust.

“Whew…”

Today’s win rate was about 10%.

The win rate is still at a standstill.

But it’s probably because everyone is getting more serious about sparring and raising the level of their attacks.

You could say she’s improved a lot, right?

As Qing was heading to the bath, feeling satisfied despite her heavy and tired body:

“Tsk tsk. You’re really doing well.”

Startled by the sudden voice, she turned her head to find a short middle-aged man leaning against a tree, who had appeared at some point.

“Aish, you startled me. Um, who are you? I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“How about this? Don’t you remember?”

“Ah! The fake book seller ahjussi!”

Qing recalled the book merchant with the peculiar speech from the Black Market.

Since she had heard the explanation about Shadowless Divine Hand from Zhuge Ihyeon, she could roughly guess his identity.

Could this ahjussi have taken my Bokshinjeok?

But asking that would be like confessing that she knew the ahjussi’s identity, so Qing didn’t show it for now.

“I’m Cheon Yuhak. But, after watching for a few days, this girl is incredibly tough, really terrible.”

“I’m fine, but you shouldn’t say such things carelessly. What if it reaches Master’s ears? You’d be completely destroyed.”

Since the book-selling merchant was an extremely suspicious character, Qing deliberately mentioned Ximen Surin.

“Why? Was there something in what I just said that would get me destroyed?”

“Would you have said it was terrible if I were a man instead of having this body?”

If a man spent all day sweating, rolling, and getting hit while focusing on training, people would exclaim “He’s really made up his mind! It’s truly admirable and a great person will come out of this!”

But if a woman does this, they click their tongues saying “She’s so terrible, she’s really got a stubborn mind, who on earth would take her like this?”

This is the sentiment in Jianghu, which is why Ximen Surin caused an uproar when she was much younger.

“Hmm. Still, I would have said it was foolish…”

Cheon Yuhak, hit on the mark, changed the topic.

“Anyway, what kind of training are you doing like that? From what I see, it just looks like you’re determined to exhaust yourself. Why, do you feel proud of working hard if you sweat, your muscles ache, and you’re in pain from getting hit all over?”

In fact, it was a statement that hit the nail on the head.

Because he was a part-time martial artist who could take a step back and see, he could uncover the illusion hidden under the word “diligence”.

Qing’s expression soured.

Who is this ahjussi to suddenly pick a fight?

“Even though it looks like this, I’m improving tremendously? Originally I couldn’t even clash for a few exchanges, but now everyone is taking me seriously.”

“Heng. Improving my ass. Even the neighborhood dog would learn to dodge if it got hit that much. Is that because your skills improved? You just got used to it and learned the knack after getting beaten up.”

“That’s still a skill, isn’t it?”

“You’ll just get beaten up again if you change opponents. Are you going to go around getting beaten up by martial artists all over the world?”

But look at how this ahjussi talks.

The state of his manners?

Qing’s eyebrow twitched.

But she endured it once for now.

“Anyone can give advice, you know? So do you know some extremely efficient training method?”

“As you said, anyone can give advice. When I see you just foolishly suffering without gaining anything, should I just clap and say well done, well done?”

“Then if you don’t particularly know any other method, I’ll just keep doing what I’ve been doing. I don’t know what you were doing, but keep doing what you were doing. Well then.”

Qing bowed her head slightly and turned her body.

If you’re not going to help, giving advice would only make her feel bad.

“No, no, wait. Are you just leaving like that?”

“Of course? Do you have something to say?”

Cheon Yuhak thought “Oh no”.

He must have unconsciously spoken harshly out of frustration.

Cheon Yuhak hurriedly grabbed Qing, who was turning around again.

“You want to learn softness, don’t you? From what I see, it looks like you’re trying to put softness into your sword.”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“Hmm, since a sword isn’t such a soft thing to begin with, no matter how many tens of thousands of times you swing it, it won’t happen. Softness doesn’t come that way.”

“Then how?”

“Get a sharp dagger, no. Here. Take this.”

Cheon Yuhak took out a dagger from his bosom and threw it, drawing an arc.

When Qing caught it and unsheathed it, the blue blade seemed extraordinary.

“Oh? Are you giving this to me?”

“I’m lending it to you for a while. From now on, think of it as your hand and use it instead of your hand.”

“What does that mean? Instead of my hand?”

“It’s exactly what I said. Try doing what you usually do with your hand with that instead. Eat with it, dress with it, do everything you do with your hand. Live without taking it off your hand except when sleeping. You know not to use your left hand, right?”

Qing looked at the dagger with a sour expression.

Still, a master wouldn’t try to tease her while lending such an expensive dagger.

“You’re not teasing me, are you?”

“I’m not teasing. I’m saying this because I learned that way too.”

“Hmm. Thank you.”

Qing bowed her head.

Cheon Yuhak nodded and continued speaking.

“But, don’t you need the Bokshinjeok? I wrote a letter, isn’t there a handkerchief inside the flute?”

“Ah. That. What is it, why did you take someone else’s thing?”

“Ah that, you say. If you read the letter, shouldn’t you have come?”

Cheon Yuhak was dumbfounded.

Regardless, Qing was nonchalant.

“I saw it was changed when I looked before going to bed. The hour of You had long passed, and you wrote you had no ill intentions, so I thought you’d contact me again later.”

“No, if you had a precious treasure stolen, you should have rushed over immediately, not like forgetting some errand.”

“Who would covet such a gloomy flute? It probably won’t make any sound anyway.”

“You brat. Do you know how much just the value of this much Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron is? If you make a sword with this, it would be a divine sword, a treasure under heaven.”

“Is there any need to melt a perfectly good flute to make a sword? Isn’t a flute better than a sword that just cuts people anyway?”

“You call yourself a Daoist and say such nonsense…”

It wasn’t particularly because Qing was a Daoist, but just because she had no material desires.

This wasn’t Qing’s nature, but just her current situation.

People who can’t guarantee tomorrow don’t save, so when you suddenly experience the world turning upside down, your thoughts about the future get completely reversed.

Because something that has happened once isn’t strange if it happens twice.

Cheon Yuhak quietly brought up the main point.

“Hmm. By the way. Do you perhaps want to learn martial arts? I have a few famous divine arts under heaven…”

“Thank you.”

Qing bowed her head.

Cheon Yuhak’s expression brightened.

“Then, first let’s do the nine bows-“

“Ah. So that’s what you meant. I’m sorry. I can’t serve two masters, can I?”

Qing immediately changed her attitude.