Chapter: 1253
Chun Inji was so talented that he managed to pass the six tests, which no one had passed for a long time, and not long after that, he took over the title of Lord.
“It had been fifty years or so since I first saw Gu-jung.”
Chun Inji, who was full of spirit and energy, tried to move to the north, the place of the Yulin, just as the previous Lords of the Demonic Cult had done.
In fact, there was a time when he was trying to go north until the Henan province.
“At that time, Saint Gu-jung was the one who stopped me.”
Saint Gu-jung, the then leader of the Shaolin Temple, was called the ‘enlightened one’ and was respected in the Yulin. However, he wasn’t famous for anything other than that.
However, Saint Gu-jung, who brought ten disciples and one hundred and eight Hanjin, was different from the rumors.
“I found out for the first time. The fact that many hidden geniuses were in Wulin.”
Surprisingly, Chun Inji, who was called one of the five strongest warriors, experienced defeat for the first time.
As a result of the battle, which lasted for half a day, he suffered severe internal injuries and was defeated.
“Grandfather lost?”
Even Marakim was shocked. It was his first time hearing about it.
“Huhu, for the first time, I managed to learn the true power of the Shaolin Temple.”
They seldom participated in any events, but once they moved, they weren’t a force that could be tackled.
“... that was why you didn’t take over the north?”
“Well, you can think of it that way. One thing... in the beginning, it was because of my pride.”
“Pride?”
“At that time, I lost to Saint Gu-jung, I made an oath with him.”
The oath was to meet once every five years at a fixed place and compete in martial arts.
Chun Inji, who had suffered his first defeat ever, wanted to fight him again.
At that time, Saint Gu-jung suggested.
[Amitabha! Lord Chun. Let us meet again and compete, but if you keep bringing your army every time, there will only be more casualties. Wouldn’t it be better if only you and I fight each other?]
At first, Saint Gu-jung suggested meeting once every ten years.
However, ten years was too long for the Lord of the Demonic Cult.
As Chun Inji asked it to be every five years, Saint Gu-jung accepted, and their relationship started to bloom.
“It’s embarrassing, but for the first twenty years that I met him, not once did I ever win.”
Chun Inji constantly honed himself to win.
However, Saint Gu-jung, who had the will to prevent the Demonic Cult from moving North, also didn’t neglect his training, every time, the result was the same.
During the four meetings, the two of them had a strange affinity as rivals.
“The fact that we did not go to the north in the end for the past years...”