The moment Mok Gyeong-un was struck in the ribs and chest by Mu Jang-yak's secret technique and pushed back.
Shhhhk!
“Ha!”
A gasp of admiration escaped from the spectator seats beside the dais where they had been watching the martial contest. And they were not the only ones. The trainees waiting for their turn in the martial contest also could not hide their surprise at the sight before them.
‘…So this is what he meant.’
Mok Yu-cheon clicked his tongue as he watched the pushed-back Mok Gyeong-un. He recalled the one chance he’d had to gauge Mu Jang-yak’s martial prowess.
[Are you perhaps left-handed?]
[Who knows.]
He had wondered why Mu Jang-yak had answered so vaguely, but the thought had passed and been forgotten. But now, seeing the Right Fist, Left Palm, which used different moves for each hand, he understood. That was not a technique just anyone could use casually.
‘Incredible.’
Mok Yu-cheon was genuinely amazed. To be able to perform different martial arts with each hand was like one person doing the work of two. Since it wasn’t two people performing, it could even be more precise.
Of course, the act itself was difficult because it required one to split their thoughts in two. In any case, seeing Mu Jang-yak’s secret technique sent a shiver down his spine, making his heart pound fiercely.
Thump! Thump! Thump!