Tudduduk-!
Blood pours on the cracked floor…
There was a lot of blood flowing out of the mouth, and the trembling body suggested that it had reached its limit. I turned my gaze to the side.
A sword falls next to the blood…
The swordsman trembled while losing his grip on the sword. It was a sight that did not require any further words.
‘hmm·’
A world that has slowly sunk in. Peng Wu-jin reacted to the young man kneeling in a gray background.
‘I’m disappointed…’
Quite different from expectations
Did you say Jin Im-seok? Pang Woo-jin had unusual expectations for him…
I thought it would hold up a little longer and I thought it would make it a little more enjoyable…
‘Were my expectations too high?’
Peng Wu-jin’s heart was growing cold in this extremely unfortunate situation.
At the same time, the eyes move… leaving the opponent who has already finished and going down the off-stage…
Peng Wujin moved his head to look for someone among the countless crowds, and soon he was able to find someone.
It wasn’t difficult to find…
In a world where everyone is gray, all you had to do was find one person who shines brightly…
‘haha·’
Peng Wujin smiled after finding a young man. The light is still vast.
In a murky gray world, the young man had a blue light…
‘You’re so gorgeous today too…’
When I first saw it, the light was rather shallow.
Just embers… or embers…
I felt that kind of light from a boy much younger than me…
Isn’t it really interesting? Peng Wu-jin was interested in the flame. As time passed, the embers were burning brightly.
It was a color·
When Peng Ujin was ten years old, a world he had lost, a scene full of colors, was flashing before his eyes.
‘It’s beautiful…’
The flickering red light has somehow changed to blue… but it is still beautiful…
Much less does it shine alone…
There are different colors around the blue light.
The girl from the Tang Dynasty whose name I didn’t need to remember… She was embracing a green light while I couldn’t see her…
‘Bright…’
She was a woman who had no color, but how did she come to have such a color?
This is not the first time Peng Wujin has seen people of color…
There were a few more people he saw in his life besides me…
Cheonan, the head of Shaolin, was like that…
The Sword Emperor, known as the Guardian of Meng, was also like that…
Could it be that the strength of a warrior is expressed through color? I used to think that way when I was young, but it didn’t take long for Peng Wujin to know that that wasn’t the case…
My father·
The head of the Paeng family did not feel any color, but Sinui, who was called the best in the central plains, actually saw color.
‘What is color?’
If the difference in strength is not what determines the color, then for what reason is the color you see determined?
Although he always lived with such doubts, Peng Wu-jin could never figure it out. He just realized it.
‘It’s brilliant…’
In a world where color has disappeared, the color he sees is so desirable and dazzling… It’s been a long time since he forgot to ask why he sees it…
What matters to him now is that there is color… that’s all…
It’s like a ray of light in a lost world. Maybe that’s why something strange happened in Peng Woo-jin’s life.
Those without color began to look like dust.
It didn’t feel like a human. Even though it had the same heart, it would be hard to recognize it without color.
It’s not worth remembering
It felt like a pile of rocks on the ground, nothing more or less.
Would it be any different if he were my father?
Although he was born with hair color and eyes from him, Peng Wu-jin never thought deeply about his father. Is it because he is an incompetent family leader?
Or is it because he is incompetent and struggles ugly?
Neither, because there is simply no color.
I am not interested in people who do not have color. It was no different because they were blood relatives.
An incompetent father and incompetent brothers. The only thing they are talking about is that their younger sister, Peng A-hee, has a slight personality.
So, how desirable is it?
‘A being that creates color in the surroundings…’
I have seen someone lose their color, but I have never seen someone who created color, but if I was next to that young man, I would gain color…
therefore·
‘Shouldn’t you show me something too?’
Peng Woo-jin smiled as he saw the person who had just woken up.
Trembling limbs, holding a sword like a cane and leaning against it is extremely shabby.
[Please do me a favor]
Before going on stage, Ouyang Chen asked me a favor, which piqued my interest. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have done this.
‘is not it·’
——————
faqwiki.us
Join our Discord for new chapter updates!
https://discord.com/invite/xr7SxG5T6V
——————
Maybe I would have done it if it weren’t for that…
That’s because the young man in front of him also had color…
only·
‘It’s just so shallow and insignificant…’
The dying embers
The color felt by the young man was gradually fading… At the same time, Peng Wu-jin’s interest was also fading…
‘Indeed, what do you expect from the author?’
One sword is enough. For Peng Woo-jin, that was enough to judge the author’s value.
Although it may be seen as a good thing because it has color, it is questionable to place any special expectations on it.
Look…
Isn’t the color still fading?
I somehow managed to stand up and grab the sword, but I can tell just by looking at it… I don’t feel any fighting spirit…
If a warrior holding a sword has no will to fight, what is left?
Impermanence, it was like nothingness…
‘It’s a shame…’
Looks like he was wrong this time…
With that in mind, I heard the Tao…
Fulfill the promise, because then you too will get what you deserve.
Sigh…
It was swung based on the side, not the blade. It was finished with a single blow.
The moment I moved my body while thinking that…
Pop…
“···!”
Retrieving the sword he was swinging, Peng Wujin quickly leapt backwards.
“···hmm?”
Approximately five or six steps. Immediately after increasing the distance, Peng Wujin’s smile disappeared and he looked at the other person.
Broken posture·
Body still trembling
Nothing had changed… Peng Wu-jin had to narrow his eyes at the other person…
‘The color…’
The color that bloomed like a haze disappeared…
But…
‘what·’
What is so vivid? The color has disappeared, but the young man appears clearly for some reason…
What could happen to that? Just as I was wondering, I quickly figured it out.
‘Right·’
The color hasn’t disappeared…
It has changed…
The yellow color that bloomed like a haze disappeared, and the edges became darker.
The moment Peng Wujin noticed this…
Saaaaaa–!!
“Hoo”
A young man named Jin Im-seok was stained black. Peng Wu-jin turned his gaze and looked at the referee.
Below the off-stage, the referee’s reaction remains the same. He is only checking the situation to intervene.
That means that the change was not visible to other people…
“Hahaha, yes, it’s like that this time too…”
Seeing that, Peng Wujin smiled brightly.
‘It seems I was wrong…’
You were wrong and he was right
I’m so shocked by that fact that I can’t come to my senses…
Creak·
The young man moves…
He must have been Jin Im-seok, but he had already reached his limit and started moving his body…
It looks so black that I don’t even know what kind of expression it is making.
At the time when Peng Woo-jin was looking at Jin Im-seok with interest…
“ah·”
Jin Im-seok, who was moving his body, spoke briefly.
Then he has eyes…
Yellow eyes with sparkling light… The moment I saw them…
Creepy ·
Goosebumps run down Peng Wujin’s spine…
Saaaaaaaaa—!!! Then, an enormous energy radiated from Jin Im-seok’s body.
‘This·’
Peng Woo-jin, checking his energy, nods his head.
‘살기(殺氣)·’
That terrible energy was all deadly… How could it emit so much deadly energy?
I was almost amazed by the amazing sight, but I couldn’t just remain amazed.
Peng Wujin smiled and lifted the sword…
Kwaaaaaa–!! Jin Im-seok, who was radiating energy, instantly rushed towards Peng Wu-jin.
Gigigigigi-!! Sword and sword meet…
That moment·
Kwasik-!
“her·”
The foot that Peng Wujin was standing on dug into the off-stage floor and was pushed back.
‘what?’
It’s a completely different power than before… That’s it!
Pressure arose in Geomro, which was extremely light…
Peng Wu-jin changed his direction and changed his path. Sigh! Jin Im-seok’s sword passes through the surface.
Immediately after letting go of the offensive, Peng Ujin regained the strength he had released and attacked.
but·
Easy profit –!!
“!”
Suddenly, Jin Im-seok’s murderous spirit spread towards Peng Wu-jin…
As sharp as a blade…
Peng Wu-jin, seeing this, changed course and hurriedly swung his sword.
흑연난아도(黑煙亂牙刀)·
A strong-willed sword unleashes indiscriminate difficulty.
Kang-! Cancan! Kang-!
Every time he swung, he parried away every attack and blocked all attacks. It wasn’t a very difficult act.
However, right after finishing the defense, Peng Wu-jin’s expression was not so good…
‘It’s fascinating…’
The intensity of the killing was much stronger than expected. It was similar to breaking scrap metal.
‘It’s definitely a matter of survival, but does that mean it’s on the same level as Kang-gi?’
What kind of martial arts is that?
Peng Wujin turned his head as if curious.
Pick-!
Before he knew it, Jin Im-seok’s attack grazed Peng U-jin’s cheek. Blood briefly splattered in the air.
‘It’s faster than before…’
Compared to the first time, it is much faster. Does this mean that not only strength but also speed has increased?
‘It’s safe to say this is someone else…’
The same goes for Geomro…
Wow! thud-! Even though it was weak at first, it was a sword that kept the basics, but now Jin Im-seok was like a wild beast.
He wielded it solely based on instinct. The deadly force on the sword was so thick that it was impossible to notice.
It is too crude to be called swordsmanship, but the meaning and power contained in it is so strong that it has been transformed into a rough one.
“haha-!”
Peng Wujin laughed loudly. Instead of retreating and avoiding death, he dug in faster.
Pick-! Sigh-!
The rough flesh tore through the skin. Even though the wound became hot in an instant, Peng Wujin didn’t care.
The more I did it, the warmer my body became…
‘fun·’
Why did that young man suddenly go crazy? That didn’t matter anymore…
‘fun·’
It’s fun now…
Peng Wu-jin’s eyes were only looking at Jin Im-seok’s eyes, the dazzlingly shining yellow eyes.
Even though the eyes were so full of life that they were disgusting, to Peng Wujin, they were just beautiful.
“I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you.”
Because of that, it seemed like I couldn’t even hear Jin Im-seok muttering…
Kang-! Kang-! Kang-!
Peng Wujin’s precise rampage approaches, swatting away all the deadly weapons.
He mixed the herbs and herbs by repeatedly applying and removing force, but Jin Im-seok dug into only the herbs like a ghost.
I lashed out…
Sigh-! Jin Im-seok’s shoulder is cut by a shallow attack.
Heocho didn’t work, so he took advantage of the gap and attacked, but Jin Im-seok dug inward, inflicting wounds as if he had been waiting.
“kill·”
Jin Im-seok also stretched out his sword.
Phew!
This time, his sword pierced Peng Wujin’s shoulder… It penetrated accurately, pierced the skin, and the tip of the sword slipped through…
“Very good…”
Peng Wu-jin grabbed Jin Im-seok’s hand as if he didn’t know any pain.
closely-!
“Huh…Huh!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha-!!”
Due to the close distance, Peng Wu-jin’s sword could not cut down Jin Im-seok due to the angle, and Jin Im-seok’s sword pierced Peng Wu-jin’s shoulder, so his movement was fixed.
A state in which combat is impossible unless one side relaxes its strength.
Also, it was a point where if one side relaxed its power, it would suffer.
“Now, what are we going to do now, Gong-!”
Isn’t there any other way? Peng Woo-jin, who was making that judgment, opens his eyes…
Squeak-! This is because Jin Im-seok bit Peng Wu-jin’s neck without any hesitation.
In response, Peng Wu-jin let go of the sword he was holding. He then swung his free hand and struck Jin Im-seok in the abdomen.
Quang-!!
A wave exploded and Jin Im-seok’s body flew and rolled on the floor.
“Tsk…”
He rolled over a couple of times and spit out something: flesh and blood.
Seeing that, Peng Wujin stroked the back of his neck…
“···”
There was a wound. There was no problem as it was not a vital area, but it was clearly a rough wound.
It would probably have been quite dangerous if Jin Im-seok had not thrown away the Tao there…
“…I didn’t expect this…”
In that situation, I should bite the back of the neck… This isn’t even an animal… This is such a promiscuous non-murder…
“Really… I really like it…”
Wiping off his own blood, Peng Woo-jin makes an expression full of joy.
Full of color·
The deadly force emanating from Jin Im-seok covers the surroundings, and within it, the yellow eyes shine brilliantly.
Even though it was only two colors, it filled Peng Wujin’s world.
“more·”
I can’t stand it…
“Show me more…”
Desire comes…
“Please, show me more of Confucius’ colors…”
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Do-myeong begins to howl in a fearful way…
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!! A loud sound erupted, and energy formed on Peng Wujin’s fingertips.
Rumbling…
Blood flowing from the neck and shoulders
It hurts… As if poison has encroached on me, the pain gets more intense… The more it hurts, the more Peng Ujin laughs…
Even the pain was joy to me now…
“Huh…Huhuh…”
Meanwhile, Jin Im-seok’s condition is getting worse.
The amount of deadly force released has decreased, but on the contrary, the concentration has become thicker.
It seemed like he had adapted to life and was starting to adjust little by little.
Huh, Huh, Huh…
The sword in Peng Wujin’s hand rotates little by little.
‘indeed·’
How far can the author show me?
Ouyang Chen’s request has already been forgotten in Peng Wujin’s mind for a long time…
How far can you show? How far can you endure?
‘How far will the light shine?’
The more we fight, the more vivid the colors become, so how far can we go?
I miss you… I felt like I was going crazy just because I wanted to see that…
“So show me…”
The limits to which you can shine…
Ugh-!!
Jin Im-seok growled, and something strange happens to the sword he was holding.
The deadly force that had been spewing out began to gather in the sword…
Am I also martial arts?
Peng Woo-jin, who was watching, was breathing heavily.
This is because Jin Im-seok’s eyes have become more colorful as if a light has been turned on.
Peng Woo-jin, who saw this, lifted up the energy of his whole body.
It was a power that I tried not to use, at least until I met that friend, the person I was looking for, but I couldn’t help it… Since I saw that color, I had to do something…
Black iron in full bloom·
Peng Woo-jin prepared a season that he could use. It was to enable Jin Im-seok to face his value.
Energy gathers and tension flows.
The moment when the atmosphere between the two gradually reached its peak and was about to explode…
Whoop-!
Jin Im-seok’s body stumbled…
“Kkeak…”
“uh?”
dump·
He fell down without a single scream. Immediately after Jin Im-seok fell on the stone floor.
“her···?”
Peng Woo-jin was embarrassed by the unexpected situation.
“What the-!”
Jin Im-seok didn’t even move, as if he had already lost his mind. The life that had been radiating from him disappeared in an instant.
The dark color has become lighter. The black body returns to its original state, and all that remains is the yellow color that was originally visible.
“···no·”
Peng Wu-jin tried to approach with a trembling heart, but the referee had already gone up to check Jin Im-seok’s condition.
After checking around, he raises his hand and says…
“Hebei Paengga Peng Ujin· Seung·”
I don’t know what happens next…
Peng Woo-jin couldn’t tell whether cheers were heard along with the referee’s words, or whether it was silence…
What I could tell now was that Peng Wujin instinctively looked towards Ouyangcheon.
Ouyangcheon looked at me like that…
He was smiling while looking at the fallen Jin Im-seok, as if he had found something good.
A word from the author (author review) Thank you for reading today ( _ _ )
