Becoming the Swordmaster Rank Young Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family Chapter 28

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Episode 28

Flash!

When the man opened his eyes, a dark green light flowed from his pupils and gradually became lighter. She seemed to be in the process of conserving her overflowing energy.

Yeon Myeong mutters as he slowly wakes up. It’s finally become usable.

With the success of the Im Dok Yang line, Dok Yao Cheong Madang gained a force that was incomparably stronger than before. An energy like a strong torrent constantly swirls around my whole body. When I slightly curled my fist, I felt full of strength.

Although he had reached the state of peace, a state that no warrior who had learned martial arts could hope for, his expression was calm. There was no sense of satisfaction or joy to be found.

I knew the name of course. For most martial artists, Hwagyeong, a state that is no different from the end point, is in fact just the beginning.

‘Still, I can barely use my strength.’

A warrior who has reached the Hwagyeong and is able to focus his energy on energy can use extreme skills that cannot be compared with sword techniques or pottery. That was the strength called Geomgang (劍罡) or Dogang (刀罡).

Being able to put intention into energy is consistent with being able to change its properties as desired.

Who can stop the sword with the determination of a peerless swordsman who will cut down anything? If you had that intention in mind, you could cut iron with a blade of grass rather than a silk sword.

So, the only thing that could stop Ganggi was Ganggi with the same level of determination as him.

A fight between peerless masters who had reached the point of peace was ultimately decided by either overwhelming martial arts superiority or by directly clashing with each other’s strength and completely breaking the spirit of one side.

And Yeon-myeong knew that fact because of the sword demon who was his master in his previous life.

As we left the cave, Yeon Myeong suddenly put his index and middle fingers together and even put his thumbs together.

It was a posture called geomgyeolji (劍訣指). What are you trying to do?

At that moment, a group of hazy lights gathered together and a dark green brilliance stretched out from the finger. There seemed to be a mysterious purple air current. It was a lecture given with a frenzy of readers.

Yeon Myeong swung his right hand holding the sword towards the entrance of the cave. Movement without any resistance⎯ But maybe a breath or two had passed? Surprisingly, isn’t the cave collapsing from the inside?

‘I’m sure Jingi’s efficiency has improved.’

Yeon Myeong felt satisfied when he realized that there were not that many people who were crazy about reading books that went into the swordsmanship class. The vascular stimulation method that took a long time to work out is starting to show its effectiveness. Originally, in my previous life, the amount of internal energy required to form a sword cavity with a sword was 10, but now it could be said to be around 7.

At first glance, it may seem like an insignificant difference, but it was the same as gaining a huge advantage in a fight between advanced experts. In most cases, the level of military education was similar without much difference, so the difference between winning and losing was based on how strong one could maintain one’s strength.

Of course, as a person who had reached the realm of swordsmanship, there was no need to rely on internal strength…

‘Then let’s move.’

Yeon Myeong also expanded his senses to the fullest.

Hwaak⎯

The feeling of energy expanding at incredible speed sensed the movements of all living things around me. It was as if a huge net covering the sky had materialized.

In that state, as I moved forward and overtook the light attack, I was quickly caught in the net of a feeling.

‘It’s over there.’

Yeon Myeong’s eyes lit up and soon disappeared like smoke.

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“Ah⎯ it’s boring. Is this all? I had high expectations because it was a solo battle. What on earth have you been doing for three years? “Didn’t you come here with the intention of becoming the head of a small household?”

There was a young man speaking in a soft voice. A young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen was sitting on a tree branch, throwing a sack of rain and catching it. He had an expression on his face that was as boring as he had just said.

And below that.

Where the young man was looking down, there was a large boy covered in blood and unable to move.

‘…I wasn’t lucky.’

Dang Jeong-il, a big boy, thought while sweating. How happy he was when he was eliminated as a temporary team leader, joined forces with the remaining members of his team, and eventually won the position of official team leader. At that time, it really felt like Sogaju’s place was within reach if I stretched out my hand.

but.

Not long after taking the final test, Solitude Battle, I ran into the young man in front of me. The young man was holding a bido dripping with blood. The fishy scent of blood still lingering from him. Just now, a young man came to ‘handle’ someone.

As time went by and Dang Jeong-il grew from a boy to a young man, he was able to recognize who he was at a glance. How could he not know?

Danggeuklin.

A disciple of Daejangro Tang Seok-jung.

Before Yeon Myeong participated in the Sojiazhu competition, he was the most famous person among the original participants. It is said that he has already achieved unrivaled achievements in cancer technology and dragon poisoning techniques. There were many stories about the Grand Elder being very happy. He treats them like his own grandchildren.

Tang Geuk-lin was known as a person from a collateral world. It is said that after losing both of his parents, he happened to be noticed by Tang Seok-jung, who was impressed by his qualities and immediately took him as his disciple. There was also talk that he would marry his granddaughter when he was older. Marriages between cousins ​​were common.

In any case, Dang Jeong-il, who faced Dang Geuk-rin, quickly attacked. A sure win for the player!

However, Tang Geuk-lin easily avoided the memorization that poured out in an instant. The fulfillment of divine law was not ordinary. With Tang Jeong-il’s level of skill, just following Tang Geuk-lin’s movements was too much. In such a situation, it was not feasible to use poison.

In the end, what Dang Jeong-il chose was close combat.

Dang Jeong-il, who was originally born with a physique and strength superior to his peers, mainly learned the art of boxing. Because he was a member of the party, there was no law that required only memorization and reading. However, after being hit by Yeon Myeong and having the bones in my fist crushed, I began to focus on practicing jangbeop. Although his fists had managed to recover, he did not want to relearn the martial arts skills that had once been broken.

The method of putting a moderate amount of physical strength at the forefront while also being able to convey a lot of energy was a perfect fit for Tang Jeong-il’s taste. What Dang Jeong-il learned was a technique called Bieungdokjang (飛鷹毒掌), which was a fast but powerful technique that could incapacitate the opponent once it hit the target. He once used this method to defeat a boy who was the temporary leader of the same group.

Dang Jeong-il thought. No matter how good Dang Geuk-rin was, he was said to be good enough to be heard, but that was only something that happened when he was young. Hasn’t she been playing around for three years? He believed that if he only had to force Zhang Beop once, just once, he would be able to take the upper hand in an instant.

‘Hmm. Did you think you would have the advantage in a close fight?

Tang Geuk-lin said so and dodged all the tricks that were swung right in front of Tang Jeong-il. He waved his hand like Tang Jeong-il was crazy, but everything that touched his heart was the remnant of Tang Geuk Lin. This meant that they were greatly left behind in both the new law and the new law.

Dang Geuk-lin, who had been avoiding Dang Jeong-il’s attacks for a while, soon saw Dang Jeong-il showing signs of fatigue and spoke with an expression of loss of interest.

‘It’s boring.’

And that was where it started. Tang Geuk-lin began swinging his sword. Evil, evil.

At first, Dang Jeong-il didn’t know what was happening. Because I was just moving frantically to avoid Tang Geuk-rin’s secret path.

But I soon realized. Dang Geuk-rin was using a blade to slice Dang Jeong-il’s skin surprisingly thinly. At some point, thin lines of blood began to burst from both cheeks and the backs of the hands.

‘Oh my, this is crazy!’

‘I guess you’ve noticed now? Little by little you will lose your skin and die. If you want to live, start running wild from now on.’

‘…Sleep up, bastard!’

‘Vulgar provocations don’t work.’

Tang Geuk-lin continued to draw the secret path with a leisurely expression. The hem of Dangjeong Il’s clothes was cut off immediately, and blood continued to burst out from areas such as her arms, sides, thighs, and forehead.

Dang Jeong-il had a hunch as his vision turned slightly red due to the blood flowing from his forehead. It’s time to compete. It looked like the guy was planning on killing himself anyway. Rather than dying like this…!

‘I’m dead!’

Dang Jeong-il shouted on purpose and swung his palm widely. As long as you don’t think about your back. It was to create a brief gap. When Dang Geuk Rin paused for a moment, Dang Jeong Il’s hand moved nimbly in and out of his arms.

And right after, pink powder flew around Dang Jeong-il.

It was an extreme poison called Hongsabun (紅蛇粉). It was a poison made by mixing a snake’s venom sac and several poisonous plants. If even a handful was inhaled, it had the effect of immediately paralyzing the limbs. In addition, the paralyzed limbs lasted for a certain period of time. After that, it completely hardens and begins to rot.

Thank you. It was Dang Jeong-il’s lifeline, given to him along with an antidote by his father, the family’s vice-chancellor, at a great cost. I haven’t used it in the past three years, but right now my life is in danger, so I’m in no position to worry about this or that.

It was Dang Jeong-il who had thoroughly practiced the method of dispensing powdered poison in preparation for using red sand powder.

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You must be addicted. please. While repeating this to himself, Dang Jeong-il immediately took out the antidote and drank it.

Eventually, the pink powder that was flying around settled down, but there was no scene that Dang Jeong-il had expected.

Before we knew it, Tang Geuk-rin had jumped up the tree. She calmly threw and caught the raindrop.

“You’re using the same tactic. I expected to use poison at this point. “It’s Hong Sa-bun, right?”

“…….”

“It must be quite painful to have lost something precious like that. huh?”

Dang Geuk-lin spoke mockingly, but Dang Jeong-il couldn’t even reply. The last resort didn’t work. Because she used all her might to use her fighting skills, her resistance wasn’t that great either. The fear that she might die was slowly consuming her body.

Suddenly, Dang Jeong-il felt a sense of déjà vu. Three years ago, didn’t you ever feel like you might die?

‘…obvious name.’

When I thought about that time, I felt strangely at ease. The Tang Geolin in front of me was definitely a strong man to the point of being feared, but it was not as strong as the look in the eyes of that skinny boy at that time.

“oh.”

Tang Geuk-lin let out a slight exclamation. She is still looking down on party affairs. She had a familiar, frightened face, but she had an aloof look on her face, like a high priest.

It’s different from the three I’ve hunted so far. Tang Geuk-rin muttered that and jumped down from the tree.

“…….”

A clean landing that doesn’t even make a sound.

“you. “It seemed like he recognized me.”

“…There will be fewer people who don’t know you. “Dang Geuk-rin.”

“Aren’t you curious? “Why am I trying to kill you?”

I was curious. First of all, they didn’t even try to take my life, so why are they trying to kill me like this?

When a question appeared on Dang Jeong-il’s face, Dang Geuk-lin whirled around and spoke in an inaudible voice.

“Actually, I am. I’m going to go. “Of the Taeeulmuk sword school.”

“what…?”

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