As Baek Yoonjun approached, the face of Biyeol's son gradually turned pale.

"S-s-spare me!"

Baek Yoonjun looked at that appearance with disbelief.

'Who said I was going to kill you?'

Baek Yoonjun, who had a timid nature from the beginning, hesitated for a very short moment, but then moved his feet again.

And so, as Baek Yoonjun got closer, the face of Biyeol's son, which had been turning pale,....

"Ugh..."

His eyes rolled back.

"Ugh!!"

He rushed at Baek Yoonjun.

A fist flying towards Baek Yoonjun's face, as if he had learned something from Biyeol.

Baek Yoonjun dodged the fist by just slightly moving his body.

'This bastard?'

What rose up as he dodged was a small anger.

Along with the anger, Baek Yoonjun pondered.

'Since he's my master's son, I can't do anything about this.'

A thought flashed through Baek Yoonjun's mind.

The martial art he had thought of when he was cooped up in the Repentance Cave of Shaolin.

The memory of that vicious martial art, which he had sealed as a demonic art.

But since it was a martial art that was just right for the current situation, Baek Yoonjun raised his fist and then struck Biyeol's son.

'Infinite Beating Fist!!'

A truly heinous martial art that, in theory, could beat the opponent infinitely without harming them.

The more he beat, the healthier the opponent became, so in theory, he could beat them infinitely.

Baek Yoonjun began to beat Biyeol's son using the mystery of that Infinite Beating Fist.

"Keuaaak!!"

Although Biyeol's son screamed in pain, his body became healthier and his mind became clearer, so he could not even faint.

"Keuak! Keuaaak!! S-spare meee!!"

The sound of hitting and the screams echoed like crazy.

Thanks to that, the people around could not even breathe, for fear that the sparks would fly to them.

Baek Yoonjun did not just beat one place.

"Keok! Keoheok!!"

He accurately pointed out the parts he hadn't beaten, and the point of impact was different each time.

Thanks to that, Biyeol's son could not put his feet on the ground and spent an eternity of time being beaten while floating in the air.

Baek Yoonjun beat Biyeol's son for a time that reached a single hour.

'Shall I stop here?'

Feeling a little better, he let go of his hand.

Thump!

The body of Biyeol's son, which had been floating in the air, fell to the floor.

"Keuk... keueuk..."

Although his body and mind had become healthy, due to the pain of being beaten hundreds of times, he could not even stand properly and was stretched out on the floor like a rag.

"Let's go."

Baek Yoonjun did not care about such a reaction and, indifferently grabbing the hair of Biyeol's son, moved his feet nonchalantly, as if dragging a piece of luggage.

As Baek Yoonjun moved his feet, the people around scattered like a swarm of ants.

'S-such a terrible!! Is that person a demon?!'

'How can a person be beaten without even losing consciousness!!'

Astonished inside, they could not even make a squeak, for fear of offending Baek Yoonjun's feelings and ending up in the same state.

Naturally, Baek Yoonjun did not care about such a reaction at all.

He slowly moved his feet, left the gambling den, and headed for the martial arts school.

Having arrived at the martial arts school, Baek Yoonjun roughly threw Biyeol's son.

Unfortunately, since Biyeol was absent, he could not see this scene.

"Ugh! W-what are you going to do with me?!"

Looking at Biyeol's son, who was wrapping his body and trembling, Baek Yoonjun was lost in thought.

'What now?'

He had dragged him here without any thought, and he had no particular thoughts.

However, from the perspective of the one being watched, since he was just looking at him silently with his mouth shut, Biyeol's son was engulfed in fear.

'W-what is this person going to do to me?!'

Since the fear engraved on the body of Biyeol's son did not disappear easily, around the time he was being eaten by fear and trembling like crazy.

Baek Yoonjun was still lost in thought.

'Hmm... so, I'm the only disciple of the Biyeolmun, that is, as the great senior brother, I just have to correct the current situation, right?'

Only then did Baek Yoonjun organize his thoughts to some extent and open his mouth.

"As the great senior brother of the Biyeolmun, I will correct the mistakes of my junior brother."

"Great senior brother... you say?"

Although Biyeol's son was trembling, he wondered what this was about.

Since he did not know of Baek Yoonjun's existence, and since the only existence that could be called a disciple in his father's martial arts school that he remembered was himself.

'Then is he a person who came in later? No, then isn't my seniority higher?!'

Biyeol's son thought a natural thought.

'Then how does that man become the great senior brother?!'

Although it was a very natural thought, he could not spit it out due to the fear engraved on his body.

Looking at Biyeol's son, Baek Yoonjun quietly opened his mouth.

"Answer."

"What?"

"I said answer."

Although Biyeol's son did not know what this man was demanding, seeing his hand slowly rising, he opened his mouth reflexively.

"Yes!! I understand."

"What do you understand?"

"What?"

Biyeol's son felt as if he would go crazy with frustration.

However, seeing Baek Yoonjun's hand rising more and more, he had no choice but to squeeze out an answer somehow.

"I-I'll live a straight life!"

Fortunately, since the chosen answer was the correct one, Baek Yoonjun's hand went down.

Baek Yoonjun looked at the son of Biyeol, whom he had rehabilitated, with satisfaction.

'I've raised disciples before, so making a human out of a human scumbag like this is an easy thing.'

In his chest, a confidence and a fullness of a different dimension from before took their place.

But the feelings of the son of Biyeol, who was seeing that satisfied smile in front of him, seemed to be different.

"Ugh, ugh!!"

He jumped up from his spot and then turned his body and ran away.

But he could not go even two steps and was caught by Baek Yoonjun.

"Where are you going?"

Biyeol's son broke out in a cold sweat like crazy at the voice heard from behind.

Trembling like crazy at the voice, which was like that of a grim reaper, he racked his brain.

But nothing came to mind, and words that had not gone through his thoughts came out of his mouth.

"I-I'm Biyeon!!"

"Biyeon?"

Hearing those words, Baek Yoonjun pondered for a long time and then came up with an answer.

"Is that your name?"

"Yes, yes!! My name is Biyeon!!"

The son of Biyeol, Biyeon, had unconsciously, but successfully, introduced himself.

Baek Yoonjun patted Biyeon's shoulder.

"Let's do well, Biyeon-ah."

"Yes!!"

Although he did not know what they were going to do well, Biyeon answered Baek Yoonjun's words vigorously.

Baek Yoonjun continued to look at such a Biyeon.

Although that gaze was very burdensome, he could not turn his head because he did not know what would be done to him the moment he turned his head.

After an eternity of time, but a very short time, Baek Yoonjun quietly opened his mouth.

"You said you'd do well?"

"What?"

"What are you doing now?"

At Baek Yoonjun's indifferent words, Biyeon racked his brain like crazy.

'The man in front of me demanded that I do well... and this is a martial arts school.'

Perhaps because of his survival instinct, Biyeon, who had understood Baek Yoonjun's casually thrown words perfectly, jumped up from his spot.

Then he began to train in martial arts, stretching his arms vigorously in the training ground of the martial arts school.

"Hah! Heot!!"

A vigorous shout, along with a stiff but full-powered movement, spread around the training ground.

Baek Yoonjun looked at that appearance with satisfaction.

And so, a moment later.

"W-what on earth is this...?"

Biyeol, who had returned from his outing, saw the current scene and his eyes widened.

His son, who had been crooked and had only caused trouble, was training diligently.

"You shouldn't do it like that. Look. You have to stretch your arm like this for the strike to go in properly, right?"

"Thank you! Great Senior Brother!!"

Baek Yoonjun was teaching such a son.

Although it was a strange scene where their positions were reversed, considering the time of their entry, since the sight of his son, who seemed to have been rehabilitated, was a shock, his thoughts did not reach that far.

A single tear flowed from Biyeol's eyes.

Baek Yoonjun, who had noticed such a Biyeol's gaze, approached him and then politely performed a fist-and-palm salute.

"You're back, Master."

"Hah, hah..."

Biyeol was so moved that he could not speak.

Baek Yoonjun waited until such a Biyeol had calmed down.

"What on earth happened?"

The calmed Biyeol uttered a question.

Baek Yoonjun, who had received that question, stealthily glanced at Biyeon.

As he noticed the gaze, Biyeon jumped out like an arrow, stood in front of Biyeol, and then politely performed a fist-and-palm salute.

"You're back, Father... Master!! I, Biyeon! Have decided to devote myself to training with a new mindset from today."

"Keuk... sob..."

At the sight of his son, who seemed to have come to his senses, which he had only dreamed of, Biyeol could not hold back and shed tears.

Biyeol, who was shedding tears, could not hold back his emotion and hugged Baek Yoonjun.

"Thank you. After you came, my son has come to his senses. Thank you so much."

"I haven't done much. It is all due to Master's virtue."

A heartwarming scene if a stranger saw it.

Looking at that scene, Biyeon cursed with his eyes.

'He hasn't done much?! He was going to kill me if I didn't do it?!'

But as his eyes met Baek Yoonjun's, his cursing eyes turned kind.

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After a short time, Biyeol, who had come to his senses, actively taught the two.

Although Baek Yoonjun, who had nothing to learn in terms of martial arts, moved according to his teachings with all his might.

"Hah, they say that a genius sent by the heavens knows two things if you teach them one, but since you seem to know ten, you are truly a talent who will even surpass the heavens."

"You praise me too much, Master."

"The great senior brother of the Biyeolmun is a talent who will even surpass the heavens, what a joyous occasion!"

Whether it was unconscious or conscious, Biyeol was naturally acknowledging Baek Yoonjun as the great senior brother.

For Biyeon, who had been there first, it was a situation where he was at a loss for words and was suffocating, but he could not say anything due to his fear of Baek Yoonjun.

He just trained with all his might, something he had never done in his life, for fear of what kind of fault Baek Yoonjun would find if he just stood still.

However, in the eyes of Biyeol, who was looking at Baek Yoonjun, that appearance did not seem to meet the standard at all.

"Biyeon-ah. Your great senior brother has already learned everything I have taught, but why can't you, who have learned first, do it properly?"

Although Biyeon's original hot-tempered nature rose at Biyeol's scolding, feeling Baek Yoonjun looking at him intently.

"I will correct it!!"

He answered politely unconsciously.

'Damn it! That damn human! If you look at him, he seems stronger than my father, so what is he doing here?!'

Although he was cursing Baek Yoonjun inside.

'Huh? Why is that human looking at me? Did he hear me cursing inside?!'

At Baek Yoonjun's gaze, which was constantly directed at him, his rebellious spirit, which had been stealthily blooming, was about to disappear completely.

'That human, for some reason, seems to know everything when I curse inside, could it be?!'

Biyeon trembled like crazy inside.

'I-I'm sorry! I'll do well, so please just spare my life!'

However, Baek Yoonjun was not seeing through his heart as Biyeon was worried.

'Come to think of it, if he learns internal energy, his martial arts will become much smoother, so why doesn't he teach that?'

He was just evaluating the martial arts of the Biyeolmun on his own standards.

'Come to think of it, Senior Sister Suhye also didn't know about the internal energy heart method.'

Recalling his previous experiences, Baek Yoonjun continued to ponder.

'Could it be that the internal energy heart method was not common?'

Thinking so, Baek Yoonjun soon shook his head.

'No. If the internal energy heart method was that rare, I, who was a waiter, would not have been able to get my hands on it easily.'

Baek Yoonjun, thinking a thought that would have made Zhuge Hyun, the author of the Cheonmunrok, startled, came to a conclusion without a care.

'Our martial arts school, is it so poor that it can't even buy a common miscellaneous book from the market.'

Baek Yoonjun looked at Biyeon with pitiful eyes.

It was a gaze literally sent to a pitiful martial artist who was not even a third-rate.

But Biyeon, who had received that gaze.

'W-what's with that pitiful expression?! Could it be that he's reading my thoughts and is going to kill me?!'

Startled, Biyeon swung his hands and feet more vigorously to somehow not offend his feelings.

"Hah! Hah! Heot!!"

Baek Yoonjun, who had taken his eyes off Biyeon, who was training like crazy, shouting like crazy.

"Master, perhaps, does our martial arts school not teach the internal energy heart method?"

He asked Biyeol politely.

Biyeol, who had received that question, opened his mouth with a sorrowful look.

"I have heard that there is something called an internal energy heart method in the imperial palace or in the families, and that with it, one can obtain a power that a person cannot dare to obtain... but I do not know if it is a real power."

Hearing that answer, Baek Yoonjun gained conviction in his thoughts.

'...Since it's a poor martial arts school, it seems they don't even know about the common miscellaneous books in the market.'

Thinking so, Baek Yoonjun pondered.

Based on his previous experience of making an internal energy heart method, he began to ponder an internal energy heart method that would suit the Biyeolmun.

(End of Chapter)