Episode 117 Jin Moo-kyung has learned a lot of martial arts. Among them, there was nothing to cover, from the peak martial arts that dominated an era in the past to the third-rate martial arts that could be easily found even at stalls in rural areas.
But at this moment, he realized.
‘strong. More than any martial art I’ve ever learned.’
Whoops.
A curved sword falling with the force of one blow.
It is not a martial arts of the highest level like the Namgung family’s royal sword type or the Hwasan faction’s plum blossom sword method. This was Taesan Tackjeong (泰山壓頂), the beginning of the Samjae swordsmanship that even the third-rate bad guys on the street know about.
‘Press Taesan. I think I know how it feels.’
The red pottery swaying over the sword seems to be able to split it if it is not enough to press the mountain.
‘I can’t stop it.’
In the moment that was only a moment in time, Jin Moo-gyeong flew without hesitation.
Shoot Aaaaaa!
The pottery that barely brushed Jin Moo-gyeong’s collar touched the ground. The sight of the ground cracking apart without any roar or vibration was a thrill itself.
“Avoid this?”
However, Fengyang did not like this result.
It was an all-out blow. Even though he raised the effectiveness of the latent force by 12%, he could not inflict a single small wound on Jin Moo-gyeong.
‘The only thing I could do was hit the anti-coral.’
Even Cheol Mu-baek, a fully mature master, had to resign after suffering an internal injury in return. But what about a kid who hasn’t even moved?
“Jincheon Sword… … It deserves its name, right?”
Jin Moo-kyung, who corrected his posture, responded calmly.
“You should avoid this much.”
“You couldn’t stop it?”
A sneer came to the corners of Fengyang’s lips.
“Well, the son of the great Taewon Jinga must have been very desperate to escape to Naryetagon.”
get rid of it It’s likened to a lazy donkey rolling on the floor. It was nothing short of humiliating to the warriors from the prestigious political faction who value prestige, but it was different to Jin Moo-gyeong.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s a donkey or a mule. Does your body feed you?”
”what?”
“It was cheap compared to the cost of life. and… … He, who always had a calm face, smiled.
“Why are you laughing?”
“It’s just that there are guys who throw stones at the peak masters, so I wonder if Naryotagon is a big deal.”
Poongyang questioned himself involuntarily at the meaningless joke.
“Do you throw stones at the master master? Are you insane?”
“When I first heard about it, I thought the same thing. But when I thought about it, he was enough to do that.”
“I want to see what kind of crazy man he is.”
“You will see it soon.”
“What do you mean?”
It was at that time that Fengyang felt a slight doubt.
Wedge love!
Sharp momentum felt behind the back.
The handsome young man’s face was reflected in his red eyes as he turned around.
‘Sandeo sleep dragon.’
Jin Tae-gyeong grinned in the slow flow of time. The iron spear he was holding was already rushing towards Poongyang’s chest.
Quaaaaaa!
one island.
The vortex that spewed out of the spear blade engulfed Poongyang.
The physical condition was perfect. It was because fatigue and stamina were fully recovered thanks to leveling up in the process of dealing with the small ones.
The timing was fine too. Fengyang’s broad and defenseless back seemed to tempt him to be stabbed with a spear.
Ilseom was chosen as the last painting dragon point to decorate this painting. Because I haven’t seen a guy who’s been hit with this until now.
however… … .
“You should have looked at the person and attacked.”
A low voice like the cry of an animal. Poongyang was enveloped in a curtain of red energy, like his own eyes. It wriggled like a living armor that completely blocked the vortex that Ilseom spewed out.
‘What do they say about this in martial arts novels?’
Oh yeah. I remembered. I barely parted my lips.
“A technique for self-defense?”
“It’s not dog eyes.”
“No, Shiva… … “
Even swordsmanship and swordsmanship aren’t enough, so now it’s self-defense?
Seeing me blankly in front of my eyes, Fengyang raised the corners of his mouth.
“Even if I regret it, it is too late.”
Hiss!
A strand of pottery rising from the curved sword cuts off a bunch of hair. It’s a shame because he bowed right away, if he was even the slightest bit late, his head would have been cut off.
‘crazy.’
Swallowing the swear words that were about to jump out, I was afraid to throw myself away, as a ferocious sword hacked the place where I was.
Shh shh shh!
The problem is that each pottery is extremely strong. The sight of the frozen ground splitting like silken tofu sent chills down my spine.
‘I’ll go to the real goal if I mess with this.’
There is no such thing as thin ice to fight with a piece of cloth on a plate that would not be enough to wear A-class magic armor.
More than anything… … .
‘Isn’t that bastard tired?’
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It was clear that a huge amount of gong energy was being consumed just by maintaining self-defense, but now he was like an inexhaustible fountain of gong power.
“They say they’re brothers, but they look very much alike in the way they run away like rats.”
It was the moment when Fengyang was possessed by ridicule.
“That doesn’t sound very nice.”
Jin Moo-gyeong, who suddenly appeared from behind, scattered his sword. A blue flash of light stretched out and aimed at the guy’s neck.
Zeng!
However, Jin Moo-gyeong’s sword, which seemed like it could cut through anything, couldn’t pierce the self-defense. With a relaxed expression on his face, Poongyang stroked his sword-stamped neck.
“It hurts. Is it over?”
“No way.”
Whee-ae. Liquid!
As Jin Mu-gyeong rushed in without hesitation, the curved sword in Poong-yang’s hand moved at the same time. Power so strong that you can feel that the air flow has changed.
This is a fight I can’t get into.
Hiss!
Finally, the moment the blue sword of Jinmu-gyeong and the red earthenware of Poongyang met, a loud roar erupted with a tremendous air wave and deafening sound.
Quaaaaaa!
Most of those standing on their feet lost their balance and stumbled.
But I watched the outcome of this tremendous clash with my eyes wide open.
‘Who are you?’
Between the dust flying from the impact of the collision, I saw two people facing each other.
A sword with only the handle remaining and tightly closed lips. Poongyang was the first to break the brief silence.
The guy knelt on the floor and vomited dark red blood.
“Kuh, kueeaek!”
A small cheer echoed through the hall. Jin Moo-gyeong stands tall and Poong-yang kneels.
This is the moment when this fierce battle is won or lost.
‘I won.’
I couldn’t see how fierce the battle was, but it is certain that Pungyang suffered internal injuries in the process.
As proof of that, there was a clear seal stamped on his chest that hadn’t been seen before.
Perhaps that was the decisive blow.
“Cool, cool.”
Feng Yang staggered to his feet, wiping his blood-soaked mouth.
“Gyeoksan Tau (隔山打牛). Even so, I didn’t know that self-defense would break so vain… … Was my awareness lacking?”
He clicked his tongue at Jin Moo-gyeong’s silent reply.
“Damn it, even with the latent force, it’s at this point. For the time being, I will have to shut myself up in Simsan Valley and practice martial arts.”
Shimsan Yugok? training?
I was genuinely curious and asked.
“Where are you going?”
“Wait, you will find out soon. I’m thinking of taking your brother too.”
This is embarrassing.
Since it’s a housewarming invitation, should I buy a box of tissues?
“Uh, us?”
“Yes, I need the martial arts of Taewon Jinga that you know. It will be of great help in complementing the ruthless operation of the red blood heart method.”
After listening to that, the words that had been lingering on the tip of my tongue for a while now came out by themselves.
“Are you crazy?”
I haven’t checked, but they probably all have the same expression as me.
What is it in the yard where victory and defeat are already clearly divided?
“Training in Simsan Yugok is a dog horn, and I will send you a filial piety tour of Bukmangsan Mountain, so you can train there.”
“Bukmangsan? you me?”
“Even if it’s not me, there are many people who will send you to Mt. Bukmang.”
He patted the back of Poongyang, who smiled incredulously.
Unbeknownst to us, the soldiers of the Hengsan Checkpoint are stealthily approaching with weapons.
Among them, the beauty with the eyes full of bitterness must be Lee So-wol, the new head of the Hangsan Inspection.
‘It’s not okay for this human to die in peace.’
Now is the time to pay off the karma of your past misdeeds. I flicked the window at Fengyang.
“Are you going to keep talking nonsense like this?”
After staring at us for a moment, the man opened his mouth.
“Well, I think you’re making a big mistake.”
There was a laugh that could not be hidden in the voice that followed.
“Is there anyone among you who can defeat me?”
“What bullshit is that…”
“If it’s hard to believe, it would be quicker to ask the Jincheon sword in front of me. Now, what do you think of my words?”
Jin Mu-gyeong did not answer Pung-yang’s question, and it was only then that I realized.
Why hadn’t he spoken since before?
Why did he just stand there like Mangbuseok?
Took
Poongyang’s hand touched Jinmu-gyeong’s chest. Since when, her body, which had already lost consciousness, collapses powerlessly.
It was only then that he could see five daggers planted side by side on his upper body.
dump.
The red eyes that swept over the silent crowd were bent like half moons.
“Now, let’s wrap things up.”
‘Finish’ started quickly.
It started with dozens of daggers protruding from his sleeves as he slowly approached us.
Hiss! Fufufufufu!
No matter how close it was, it was a secret technique that even Jin Mu-gyeong could not avoid.
The dagger thrown by Fengyang pierced the target accurately, and screams broke out without fail.
“Kuk”
“Cheuk!”
The soldiers of the Hangsan Checkpoint, who were already exhausted and their individual strength was not high, were easy prey.
By the time I finally stopped Fengyang, more than ten people had already lost their lives.
“stop.”
The guy shook his head.
“No, that’s not it. Order is a right given to the strong.”
“… … you kill me.”
“I wouldn’t know if it was a Jincheon sword, how dare a newbie like you dare?”
I shut my mouth at Fengyang’s ridicule. That’s not wrong. Stopping him was a decision half mixed with courage and arrogance.
‘But how do I defeat him?’
It feels like my brain is burning white. There were two faces that came to mind in complicated thoughts.
The first of these is the Grand Master. The strongest and most desperate opponent of all the warriors I’ve ever met. But at that time, there was help from Jin Wi-gyeong and Taewon Jinga warriors.
‘now?’
does not exist. No one is here. Poongyang, who took the latent power group, must be a master at or above that of the Grand Master, but I am the only one who can deal with him.
Then, naturally, the second person came to mind.
‘One stroke at a time, Jo Pil.’
Maybe Jo Pil is the person who made me go through a real crisis. Because he lost the first subordinate he had acquired in Murim, and was on the verge of his death. Only then was he able to knock him down.
But now, Poongyang is a different being from Jopil.
‘This dog-like potential group… … The more you think about it, the more you curse. It makes me want to see what kind of kid made it.
“When you’re done figuring out the subject, keep quiet.”
Seeing Pungyang pretending to be the best master in the world, believing in the latent force, makes my stomach twist. I’d rather do it even if it’s just a rough draft… … .
, … … what?’
Suddenly, a forgotten fact flashed through my mind.
Jopil, among the things he had, there was one bloody thing, maybe?
‘Deteriorating Gods.’
It is a rare spirit that can gain half a sudden amount of energy when taken, and at the same time, a double-edged sword that can kill you from the spirit of fire.
‘Deteriorating Gods, Degrading Gods… … next moment.
I was lost in my thoughts, but suddenly I opened my mouth.
“hey.”
Poongyang, who had passed me before I knew it, stopped and turned around.
“hey? Did you just say something to me?”
“Yes, you drug addict.”
“Huh, what is this gore talking about… …
“Did you like it because you were the only one taking medicine?”
“… … what?”
I spat it out clearly in the face of the guy who was dotted with absurdity and anger.
“Is it good because I took medicine alone?”
In this. Doping for doping.
Now I suck medicine and fight. this child
