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Cheol Sun-jik traced the pulse of the Cheonggwanmundo he had discovered. ‘It is alive.’ Fortunately, it is alive.
However, seeing that it is still foaming at the mouth with its eyes rolled back, it does not look like it is in very good condition.
There is a person here!
It’s here too!
“This way, too!”
Most of the people found not far from where the incident occurred had lost their minds.
A state in which the mind is contaminated by sorcery learned only in theory.
If I dragged this out any longer, I might have to live the rest of my life without my reason.
Place your hand on your lower abdomen and infuse it with energy.
However, hasty first aid only made the other person’s condition more critical.
“Grrr, grrr, grrr.”
Cheonggwanmundo trembled violently and even spewed blood foam. ‘This is no ordinary sorcery.’ If he had fallen this deeply into the demonic mind, there was nothing more they could do.
Breaking evil
and exorcism
Only sorcerers who have trained in it would be able to save him.
Move aside for a moment.
Seong Moran suddenly pushes Cheol Sun-jik away and examines Cheonggwanmundo.
“This is beyond our capabilities…….”
Whether Cheol-sun-jik continued speaking or not, Seong Mo-ran suddenly took a talisman from her bosom and attached it to Cheong Gwan-mun-do’s chest.
Then, he placed his hand on the talisman and began to infuse it with energy.
“No, if you carelessly mess with the middle dantian—”
“Just stay still, for goodness sake!”
“…….”
The middle dantian is a more dangerous place compared to the lower dantian.
If an outsider messes with that place, it won’t just end with them becoming a resident.
However, isn’t Seongmo-ran injecting a bet as if she doesn’t care about such things at all?
Cheol-sun-jik stared straight ahead with eyes full of distrust. But.
“huh?”
Surprisingly, Cheonggwanmundo’s face gradually began to change to a relaxed state.
His complexion returns, and his breathing becomes quiet.
A short while later, he slowly began to open his eyes.
“P-save me…….”
“Don’t worry. I’ve come to rescue you.”
Cheonggwanmundo, having regained consciousness, fainted again with a thud.
Seongmoran felt Cheonggwanmundo’s pulse and stood up after confirming that he was in a stable condition.
Cheol-sun-jik awkwardly stepped back and gave up his seat.
“Uh, how did you do it? Regarding the Pasa and Jeryeong…….”
No. It’s this.
The Virgin Mary shows a talisman.
Cheol-sun-jik realized the true nature of the talisman at a glance.
Is this the Demon Subduing Unit of the Hyungsan Sect?
You recognized it right away?
Even if no one buys this item, there is no one who doesn’t know what it is.
That’s true.
Does the Iron Sword Sect always carry this around?
That’s not it.
Seongmoran shakes her head.
“Young Master Jin So-un gave me this.”
“You mean the… CEO?”
Again.
It is Jin So-un again.
That’s right. For some reason, they told me to take this. I didn’t know I would end up using it like this, though.
Cheol-sun-jik could not understand it at all.
Does this mean Jin So-un foresaw the entire situation, from when he hadn’t even properly grasped the Beggar’s Sect to what has just happened?
It’s not like he came from the future or anything.
In the end, it turned out this way.
All the unexpected actions are ultimately unfolding according to his intentions, and all these things are eventually… … .
“Young Master Iron!”
Cheol-sun-jik, who had been lost in thought, suddenly snapped back to reality.
Yes, four?
Can’t you see I’m busy right now?
The members of the 12 Peaks, including Seongmoran, each received a talisman of subjugation and were awakening the people’s spirits.
“If you’re not going to do the work, at least stand guard properly! You never know when the enemy might launch a surprise attack.”
Ah, I understand.
Cheol-sun-jik nodded and climbed up the tree.
Seong Moran shook her head as she watched Cheol Sun-jik and let out a sigh.
“I’m not sure if the others are okay.” “Geumpyo hyung, what do we do now?”
As Eunho and Dongryong ran, they looked at Geumpyo, but Geumpyo did not know what answer to give.
The academic center once informed us of three procedures to keep in mind when reporting to a superior.
One, report as briefly and clearly as possible.
Two, when, where, who, what, why, the response, the time, the result.
Summarize the key points regarding and convey them specifically.
Three, speak logically, excluding emotions.
The instructor said.
It was said that if they reported according to these three points, their superiors would surely listen to their subordinates and act accordingly. “That doesn’t work!” The elders and disciples of the Kunlun Sect did not even bother to listen to the three brothers.
It was what was expected from the start.
The people who participated in the event to keep the Senior Brother’s power in check certainly wouldn’t heed his warning.
However, no matter how much one thinks that, one cannot ignore the words of a senior disciple who is like the heavens.
Of course, the three brothers don’t know exactly what is happening in Sichuan right now either.
However, he knew very well that if the Senior Brother said something was ‘dangerous,’ it really was ‘dangerous.’ ‘It was said by someone whose standards of common sense didn’t align with ours in the first place!’ If even a deranged human who would underestimate Jeongsi and jump in alone was this nervous, it was clear that the opponent possessed a terror comparable to those bizarre individuals encountered on the Fuyang Plains.
“Damn it…….”
However, those stupid guys are ignoring the warnings, not even realizing that they are in the same situation as ants voluntarily entering an antlion’s pit.
Eunpyo, Dongryong.
After much deliberation, Geumpyo looked at the two people.
“What was Senior Brother’s order?”
“If you see any traces of the enemy, run away first and then report, and if the academy students haven’t encountered the enemy, block them as much as possible.”
“Right. But we don’t see any enemies yet, and the academy students haven’t encountered any, right?”
“And if we leave it as it is, Senior Brother will encounter an enemy that is ‘dangerous.’”
Eunho asked anxiously at Geumpyo’s action of nodding as if he had made up his mind.
“Brother, what are you planning to do?”
“What I learned at the academy is useless anyway.”
“……
no way.”
Geumpyo looked at his younger siblings with a determined expression.
“Then I should put what I learned from my senior to use.”
What is that?
Geumpyo does not answer Eunho’s question.
However, Eunho soon realized what it was.
Eunho frowned deeply.
This is driving me crazy.
Geumpyo looked at Eunho and Dongryong and asked.
If you don’t want to do it, you can skip it.
Eunho and Dongryong glared at Geumpyo at the same time and frowned.
“Brother, that’s not like Senior Brother at all. Don’t copy him.”
“Big brother, that’s weird. Don’t do that.”
Geumpyo’s face turned bright red.
I didn’t copy you!
Clang! Clang!
Whether Geumpyo shouted or not, Eunho and Dongryong drew their swords at the same time.
“Are you going to do it together?”
“If you die, I’ll have to take over the mill. I’ve decided to become a warrior who races through the martial arts world. So, it’s a bit upsetting if you die.”
“If my eldest brother dies, Mom and Dad will be sad.”
“Curse it, curse it.”
The gold marker started to pick up speed.
Eunho and Dongryong sped up to keep pace with him, and soon the disciples led by the elder of the Kunlun Sect and the students of the Seokgamumun came into view.
Whirrr. Tap.
Three people crossed the forest and landed in front of the Kunlun Sect.
Ahem.
Seeing that, the Shangyuan Elder of the Kunlun Sect frowned and let out a sharp shout.
Did you not understand even though I spoke nicely?
I am sorry. However, I cannot just stand by and watch you walk into your own death.
Geumpyo bowed respectfully, gripping the clasp, but the Senate Elder’s anger showed no signs of subsiding.
“It seems you are under the delusion that Taeeulmun is some great entity just because you have merely secured the position of the academy representative… What are you all doing? Do you intend for a disciple of Kunlun to halt your journey just because of Taeeulmun!”
“””ancient!”””
With a resounding command, nearly twenty disciples of Kunlun surrounded the three brothers at the same time.
“Haa… I thought I wouldn’t have to fight with my own teammates after the regular exams.”
At Geumpyo’s grumbling, Eunho raised his sword and whispered.
“At this point, could it be that we were actually the Black Path, as people say?”
As soon as Eunho finished speaking, the co-disciples began swinging their swords.
Chaechaechaechang!
Dongryong blocks seven swords from the Kunlun Sect disciples as the White Tiger Deadly Sword Formation unfolds, now as freely as his hands and feet.
The eyebrows of the Kunlun Sect disciple, who was well aware of Jin So-un’s skills but not of the abilities of the three brothers, are raised.
Dongryong, who had single-handedly blocked seven swords despite them clearly being swords imbued with a wager, bared his teeth and growled.
“We are… not the Black Sect!”
“What the heck!!”
Puff puff puff puff!
The disciple of the Kunlun Sect, struck by a sudden blow, was forced to swallow the words bursting out along with the pain of gasping for breath.
“Who said it was a black sword?!” Nam Hwa-seong swallowed hard.
The Blood-clad figures standing before me felt different from those I had seen in the illusion formation.
The people I saw in the illusion formation moved simultaneously with strangely identical movements.
On the other hand, while they were equally disciplined, they definitely felt like human beings. ‘These guys are really…’ Jin So-woon, who had been fighting enemies with only an iron bar until now, draws his sword.
Sreung.
The clear ringing of the sword blade makes Namhwaseong even more tense.
Namhwaseong.
“Yes, four!”
“Do not engage in a fight. Conserve your internal energy as much as possible.”
“Uh, huh? What is that?”
“Shut up and do as I say!”
“Ah, I understand…….”
Before Nam Hwa-seong could even finish speaking, Jin So-un lunged toward the Blood-clad men.
Chaechachechachang.
At the same time, the Blood-clad men who drew their greatswords from behind also threw themselves at Jin So-un from all sides.
Champ, champ, champ, champ, champ.
Jin So-un blocks the dozens of swords thrusting from all directions with a single Black Dragon Sword.
Pabababak. Pabababak.
With every swing of Jin So-un’s Black Dragon Sword, a dozen or so phantom swords repeatedly appear and disappear.
*Cough*
Heh.
Ack.
The Blood-clad men who soared following Jin So-un fall down like autumn leaves.
thud.
The Blood-clad Men rush in all directions like a pack of dogs at Jin So-woon, who has landed on the ground.
Far from backing down, Jin So-un actually charges forward, swinging a sword with one hand and a fist with the other.
Chaechachachachachachang.
Whenever the illusionary sword and the real sword sweep through the right side, blood splatters and bodies and flesh fly in all directions.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff.
When Kwon-hyung sweeps across the left side, the arms and legs of the Blood-clad men twist where they shouldn’t be, as if a storm has passed, and they are blown away even faster than they had charged in.
“A truly unstoppable force, like Xiang Yu traversing the battlefield alone. ‘What kind of martial arts is this…’ If you ignore it thinking it is a phantom sword, a real sword appears.”
If you block it thinking it is a real sword, it is a false sword.
The Blood People could not distinguish which were real and which were illusions among the dozens of swords and fists threatening their lives.
It had become even sharper than he had previously observed, so much so that even Nam Hwa-seong himself could not distinguish between the illusionary sword and the real sword.
No, can this even be called a ghost sword in the first place?
How foolish I had been to underestimate the use of the Phantom Sword all this time.
I never imagined that there would be such a level in the Illusion Sword.
Moreover, what about that martial art?
At first glance, it seems as though all effort was focused solely on the illusion, but each and every one of the Blood-clad warriors being struck is unable to fully control their own body.
The fact that the destructive power itself has already surpassed the defense capabilities of a warrior.
Power
It is not a martial art focused on that, but the destructive power of each individual is already comparable to the Deer Horn Light Fist.
With the illusions compounding the situation, the enemies cannot stop it even if they know about it, and even if they do, they cannot survive.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
With the sound of bones breaking, three Blood Men slumped to the floor.
However, he soon tries to get up again with his broken leg.
“oh my god…….”
I am intimidated by that venom and frown.
It is certainly clear that the pain of a broken bone is something humans cannot endure.
That absurd determination was so creepy it gave me goosebumps and made me gag. ‘That is the enemy we have to face…’ I already feel intimidated.
“Huh?”
However, at that moment, Jin So-un rushes quickly toward them, undeterred.
Then, without delay, he swung the Black Dragon Sword and cut off the heads of the three people.
“You cockroach-like bastards…….”
After saying that, he jumps back into the midst of the Blood-clad men.
Nam Hwa-seong stared at the sight with his mouth agape.
– He was just watching.
Bloodthirsty warriors trying to get up to kill their enemies even with broken legs.
And Jin So-un, who cuts off the necks of such people without delay.
“I couldn’t gauge who was more venomous. ‘But one thing is certain…’ The one I don’t want to face as an enemy is… Jin So-woon, rather than the Blood Censers.’ While I was thinking this, the Blood Censers rushed forward and began to surround Jin So-woon.”
So many people rush at Jin So-un that it is impossible to even gauge how many he is surrounded by.
Just like ants swarming to catch a spider, countless Blood Men surrounded Jin So-un, who was dressed in black.
Even for the mighty Jin So-un, the situation looks extremely dangerous.
“J-Jin So-un! Shall I help you!”
Nam Hwa-seong mustered up the courage to shout, but Jin So-un’s response was cold.
“Shut up and save your internal energy, you bastard!”
“That, that bastard always blabs on like that…”
The good feelings that briefly arose crumble away like a sandcastle collapsing.
Watching Jin So-un fight even the Blood Man who had arrived in front of him by pulling him in with a strange golden rope, he couldn’t even begin to guess what on earth he was up to.
Just as I was lost in such thoughts, a sharp shout burst from Jin So-un.
“Nam Hwa-seong! Are you ready?”
While Nam Hwa-seong was dumbfounded by Jin So-un’s sudden shout.
“Are you ready to run, you bastard!”
What do you mean, getting ready to run?
At that moment, I felt the air trembling slightly.
The vibrating air begins to be rapidly swept to one side.
Unlike the wind, it feels as if a giant is swallowing the air.
And the place where the air was sucked in was none other than Jin So-un’s hand.
Kwa k
With a massive vibration sound as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were giving way, a tremendous amount of tension poured out from Jin So-un’s hand.
The Blood-Clothed Men, who had swarmed in like a flock of ants, were swept away by the wind like fallen leaves, driving away even the hard crust of the earth. ‘What the hell is this tension…!’ Just as I was momentarily losing my composure due to the destructive power that seemed like a shrunken storm, Jin So-woon’s voice struck my eardrums hard.
“Run! Nam Hwa-seong!”
“profit!”
Gathering all his strength, he unleashes the Deer Antler Wind and Cloud Sect.
The road following Jin So-un is filled with the corpses of the Blood Clan.
In a way, it is no different from charging into the middle of enemy territory, yet Jin So-woon is fearless.
The Blood-clad men who were blown away by the shockwave outside Jin So-woon’s grip begin to get up one by one.
Then, as if forming a siege, he attempts to surround Jin So-un and Nam Hwa-seong.
“J-Jin So-un, are you okay?”
Wherever you look—front, back, left, or right—it is filled with nothing but people in blood.
Even if we manage to break through the Bloodthirsty Ones like this, it is only natural that we will not be able to escape their pursuit.
Jin So-un is composed.
Come to think of it, he was always as composed as he is now.
It’s okay. Reinforcements will be coming.
Reinforcements?
It will still be a long way for Seunghodang to reach here. When did he call for reinforcements separately?
Just then, a noisy sound began to be heard from a distance.
There they are! Catch those bastards!
“How dare you underestimate our Jeokhwachae! I’ll give you my flesh and blood!”
“We, Hwaeomchae, are first! Get out of the way!”
Hundreds of bandits from the Green Forest rushing in from the rear, wielding large swords and axes.
“Surely not, reinforcements… …”
Jin So-un, with blood smeared all over his face from fighting a fierce battle with the Blood Men just moments ago, smiles wickedly.
Then why would I have brought the Green Forest Gangs along?
It was only then that Nam Hwa-seong recalled the time he had spent being chased by three bandit groups.
Did you think this far from the beginning?
Jin So-un grinned.
It is called the strategy of using barbarians to control barbarians.
“Damn it…….”
Nam Hwa-seong unwittingly let out a curse.
Just how deep is your mind to be able to think this far?
No, putting aside the depth of thought, I couldn’t even fathom how great audacity it would take to personally execute an operation like this.
Nam Hwa-seong was on the verge of seeing Jin So-un not just as impressive, but frightening.
Gulp.
Thick saliva is swallowed.
Indeed, how many times had he crossed the line between life and death in front of Jin So-woon since the time of Jeongsi? ‘I danced before the Grim Reaper.’ Now, dancing before the Grim Reaper seemed less dangerous than his past actions.
“Nam Hwa-seong! I’m going to pick up the pace now. So follow me like crazy! If it’s too much trouble, I’ll leave you behind.”
Nam Hwa-seong unconsciously used polite language while desperately moving his legs.
