Side Story Episode 90. Gate of Desire (2)
Whoops!
Yang Baek-ho took a couple of steps back.
Even though the blade of the great sword was struck, there was no problem with the enemy’s fist. On the contrary, when he struck the blade full of demonic energy, the golden essence seemed to rise even more.
hook!
It does not move dynamically.
All I had to do was take one step forward. Nevertheless, the enemy’s body quickly reached the front of Yang Baek-ho’s left room.
Behind the amazing walking technique, there was enough tension to break ten thick stone slabs.
Pow!
The exploded tension spread out in all directions, creating an earthquake-like sound.
‘strong.’
Yang Baek-ho blocks the enemy’s attack with his magical swordsmanship.
His face was cautious and calm as he used defensive martial arts to the point where he looked a little frustrated.
‘It’s completely different from that one.’
His level is different from that of Gyeyulwon’s Buwonju who fought in the forest.
Although the difference was only one rank, the difference in martial arts was like heaven and earth. Martial arts were martial arts, but the enemy definitely knew how to fight.
He used Shaolin’s powerful martial arts at the right time and applied pressure aggressively, while dodging with ample strength and speed when the great sword flew in threateningly.
Although his eyes were full of anger, his body movements were never extreme. Emotions are emotions and fights are fights. The enemy never showed emotion when competing with the opponent.
It was cool and effective.
‘Gyeyulwonjura.’
The Gyeyuwon was an organization with a different character from the Shaolin court.
Gyeryulwon’s extremely strict teachings play a role in deterring people from doing wrong. If you break away from that restraint and commit a mistake that should not be done as a Buddhist, the court will come forward.
If the court existed to punish criminals who had already committed wrongdoing, the Gyeryulwon was an organization that taught Buddhists not to fall into temptation, so it was naturally more strict and coercive.
Not just anyone can take charge of such an organization. The eloquence and personality revealed in a few words of conversation could not possibly be called a preceptor, but in terms of martial arts, he was not lacking as the head of preceptor.
Whoa!
The enemy approached with a soft wind blowing a brutally honest weapon.
It was a simple punch that could not be called herbivorous, but Yang Baek-ho could not ignore that punch.
Kwarung!
The career that exploded in the RBI was a boom like thunder.
That wasn’t all. The power that grazed Yang Baek-ho’s great sword left a large hole in the ground.
Yang Baek-ho’s eyes were slightly shaken.
‘Nahan Kwon (羅漢拳).’
Shaolin Nahan volume.
Contrary to its rather grandiose-sounding name, it was a basic fighting technique learned by monks who had just entered martial arts. It was a basic technique that even academic monks practiced for their health.
However, when unfolded in the hands of a master, even the simple Arhat becomes a powerful feast. Yang Baek-ho also traveled around the martial arts world and saw the Arhat Kwon unleashed on Gangho a few times, but this was the first time he saw the Arhat Kwon unleashing such ignorant power.
It didn’t end there.
Para la la la rock!
The hem of the enemy’s lyrics fluttered like crazy, as if walking through a strong windstorm.
Luo Han Quan is also called Luo Han Eight Eight Hands (羅漢十8手).
Na Hansoo is not a martial art originally created for the purpose of beating people. His maternal martial arts were half-gymnastics, and he adopted a simple form that expressed Buddhist etiquette and the benevolence of Buddha.
The movements of joining hands, pushing out, drawing in, and bending were extremely smooth, like watching a shaman’s Tai Chi.
However, the internal energy and force that were incorporated into the movement were strong enough to threaten the life of Yang Baek-ho, a transcendent master.
Kwakwakwak!
Just receiving it made my upper body shake violently. Even though I was able to shed what needed to be shed, a strong shock accumulated in my stomach and lower back.
thud!
Seeing Yang Baek-ho lowering his stance after striking the last blow, the enemy sighed softly.
“What a strange guy.”
Grumble!
The golden energy that radiated holy light blazed fiercely.
“The magician’s magician knows the principles of martial arts. “This is a deplorable thing for the martial arts world.”
Whoa!
The enemy said, putting his hands together following the flow of air.
“But that shit is over. at a whack… … .”
It was then.
Piiiiing! Suddenly!
A ray of sword energy fired at an incredible speed cut down the bodies of three Dragon Fist Fighters who were fighting behind the enemy.
Grumbling.
A deep sword mark was carved on the enemy’s cheek.
If I hadn’t dodged in time, the entire upper part of my face would have been blown off. The enemy’s eyes wavered.
“Good.”
Grumbling!!
Blood-red magic energy blazed in Yang Baek-ho’s body as he walked slowly, touching his right arm with his left hand.
The fluttering captain’s robe looks like a low black fog. The terrible demon energy in his eyes was so intimate and insidious that even his enemies felt burdened.
The enemy’s eyes deepened.
“Have you been hiding your skills? Indeed, the devils are different no matter what.”
“It’s a stepping stone for a more efficient victory.”
“This is trash behavior. But your sword missed.”
“If I had been hit by that single sword, there would have been no need to accept your martial arts skills until now.”
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“I’ll see if it’s as well-polished as its snout.”
“Okay, let’s see.”
Faaagh!
Yang Baekho rushed towards the enemy.
‘It’s nothing special.’
When I thought there was something, all I saw was it suddenly running towards me with its entire body covered in demonic energy. The enemy snorted inwardly and prepared the Dragon King Yukwon (龍王柔拳).
It was then.
‘… … ?!’
At that moment, the enemy felt that the true energy of Prajna Shinkong was about to be disturbed.
Wow!!
Behind the rushing Yang Baekho.
It seemed as if thousands or tens of thousands of troops were charging in, holding spears and swords.
It seemed like a huge army was attacking, not just one person. And the members of the army all had rotten flesh or were wearing incomplete clothing.
It was a corpse. It appeared that many soldiers who had died on the battlefield had come back to life and were rushing together with the general.
Army of ghosts.
It was the spirit of a ghost that was realized with the transcendent will of a blood demon with a mental power that could not be defeated by, or rather was overwhelming, a magic attack.
The reality was clearly visible to the eyes of the enemy, who had mastered the three Danjeons, upper, middle, and lower.
“Shameless!”
The enemy, who had gained the strength of the Dragon King Yuquan, once again gathered powerful true energy in both hands.
Yang Baek-ho’s sword moved.
Flash!
The blood-red crescent moon that rose in the dark dawn flew toward the King of Myeong, who laid down the law.
The enemy threw out his double weapons.
Crumbling!!
As the two people’s careers collided, a transparent shock wave exploded in the shape of a hemisphere.
“Ahh!”
“Ugh!”
About 50 yakshas and monks were swept away by the shock wave and fell to the ground.
It was a violent clash that halted the bloody melee for a moment. They were startled and looked at Yang Baekho and the enemy.
puck!
A terrible crashing sound was heard.
Even at that surprising moment, Lee Cheon-sang was moving. Rather, as if it was an opportunity, he quickly used the Diamond Magic Fist and Yacha Blood Field, turning the bodies of the ten monks of the Dragon Fist Gate into blood clots.
Jangchun shouted in surprise.
“What are they doing! Hurry up and get them… … !”
Yikes!
Jangchun couldn’t even finish speaking. The extremely sharp polearm tore through his sleeve. If he hadn’t dodged, his forearm would have been blown off.
“this guy!”
“noisy.”
Guichang’s voice also seemed to have changed somehow. He swung the long spear he held with both hands, showing off his harsh voice and force as if he had been slain by a real ghost.
Paralock! Peeing! Peeing!
The movement of the long spear, which was constantly stabbing the head, shoulders, and dantian, was literally snake-like.
Jangchun felt like he was going crazy.
‘Nonsense!’
Even if it was a demonic cult, I thought that this army could easily destroy them. As the Yongquan School was established by a lay disciple of Shaolin with official permission, it was a force that properly cultivated Buddhist spiritual and martial law.
Even so, it gets pushed back.
Shaolin’s magical gods were unable to catch the demonic gods.
This was true even though they were opposites before the superiority and inferiority of martial arts itself. Changchun could not understand this phenomenon at all.
At that time, he saw the deacons in his eyes.
The faces of the deacons turned blue. His bloodshot eyes were filled with fear, and the fighting skills he was wielding were as low-level as the punches of a city official.
‘why?!’
Suddenly!
“Tsk!”
Jangchun, whose chest was scratched by the blade of a spear, staggered back.
Although it caught my eye, it was a blow that could never be hit. But somehow my feet didn’t fall off. Moving half a beat later produced the current result.
‘… … !’
The demonic energy of the ghost spear strikes through a deep wound.
Only then did Jangchun realize.
Opposites are never one-sided. Even if the martial arts of Shaolin are the best in the world, as long as there is a conflict, even the martial arts of Shaolin can be destroyed.
Moreover, these are the Demonic Cults, the headquarters of the Demonic Murim, and the Demonic Cult was a group that had countless orthodox magicians who looked down on the magic arts flowing out of the river.
‘You can’t win.’
It wasn’t long before the fight broke out.
In that short period of time, half of the Yonggwonmun deacons were already dead. There were only three or four heads of the Gyeyuwon clans to be seen anymore.
The damage to the equator was also considerable. However, there were many of them, and their morale, fueled by demonic energy, was overwhelming this side.
Although the fight between leaders may not be known, the fight at the unit level had results. It was a fight that was meaningless to continue any longer.
“Everyone get back!”
Jangchun stepped back and shouted.
“Retreat! Now is the time to fight… … !”
Pow!
Jangchun coughed up blood. Juyeongyo, who had blown off the head of one of the deacons, approached him in an instant and struck him with a sword on his back.
“this!”
No matter how injured you are, it is not a task to kill a devil. Jangchun turned his body and swung his Yongmi Fist.
Whoa!
The sound of iron was strong.
Lee Cheon-sang, who had already reached the side of Juyeongyo, blocked Jangchun’s fist with a Yacha turn.
Jangchun’s face turned white. Lightning struck once again in the eyes of the devil who had blocked his fist.
‘not… … !’
Whoa!
Guichang’s long spear bent and pierced Changchun’s neck.
It was a meaningless ending. He was also a man who had experienced real combat while playing a strong role in his youth, but that was thirty years ago.
Moreover, since I had never fought a unit-level battle like this before, I couldn’t demonstrate my skills properly. The death of Changchun, who was overconfident in his abilities and fought at the forefront, was inevitable.
Lee Cheon-sang looked at Juyeon-gyo.
It is communicated even without words. Juyeongyo shouted.
“The enemy general is dead! “The only ones left are a ragtag bunch, so kill them all at once!”
“Wow!!”
The shout that seemed like it could not go any higher exploded once again.
The panicked leaders of Gyeryulwon gritted their teeth and attacked Lee Cheon-sang and Gwi-chang, but victory and defeat were already in full swing.
The Yacha clan, which was now able to use it freely to the extent that it would not be strange to say that it was almost a German weapon, spewed out a splendid golden magical energy and blew away the body of one of the clan heads.
In this battle, Gwi-chang’s spear skills, which were holding his favorite weapon for the Yacha clan, were ruthless and blew fist-sized holes in the chests of the two heads of the clan. It was an amazing spear technique that stood out more for its technique and instinct than for its strength.
In this way, all the enemy commanders except the enemy died.
As the enemy commanders lost their lives, the morale of the warriors plummeted. There have already been some soldiers who have left the battlefield.
Heo Pil shouted.
“The enemies are escaping! “Don’t leave a single one alive!”
When the unit’s fight reached its final stage.
The battle between the leaders was reaching its peak.
Crying!!
martial arts,
