Side Story Episode 12. Trouble is in the heart (2)
Phew.
The heat was carried by the blowing wind.
‘different.’
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes shone.
Doheon has always shown a soft and kind side.
His impression changed in an instant. His eyes were red and red, and smoke with a strange, dark glow seemed to be flowing from behind his back.
‘… … .’
It was strange.
The hand holding the knife was heavy. Both legs did not move easily, as if they were shackled.
‘It’s energy.’
Only then did Lee Cheon-sang realize why his body had become heavy.
‘It’s because of the pressure of energy.’
The intangible force emanating from me had suddenly engulfed my entire body.
It wasn’t just him.
The moment momentum was generated, the space in this area was already under Doheon’s will. Hundreds of invisible arms are groping a certain space, showing where the air flows and even where things are.
‘Something like this was possible.’
I saw it for the first time. The high-level ability to manipulate the energy of a true expert.
A terrifying state that renders the opponent incapable of movement without even lifting a finger.
‘If I reach a higher level than this.’
If you can handle much higher and much more massive amounts of energy.
At that time, it seemed like he could kill someone with just his ki and his eyes.
“Why are you doing that?”
It seemed like his eyes, mood, and even his voice had changed.
Doheon’s voice sounded very thick and deep.
“You wouldn’t have been so weak that you couldn’t move this much, right?”
Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.
Wooooow.
The energy of Jinmagong, who was sleeping in the danjeon, slowly began to stretch.
The corners of Doheon’s mouth slightly rose.
‘also.’
Among the martial arts in the world, there is no other martial arts system that has a clearer ranking relationship than that of magic arts.
Ranking meant that the food chain relationship was thorough. In other words, a person with low-level magic power cannot easily attack someone with high-level magic power.
Even if the actual skill is one level higher, if the opponent’s level of magic attack is high, the minimum is a close match.
Even though Lee Cheon-sang had only learned the basic Jinma Gong, he was showing off his momentum in front of him. Even though the difference in skills is clear!
‘As expected, you don’t disappoint.’
Whoa! Whoa!
The wind that passed through the bamboo rose violently into the sky as if it was complaining. It is not easy to come between the two people.
How much time has passed like that?
Flash!
Lee Cheon-sang opened his eyes and started attacking.
Pop!
He kicked the ground cheerfully and thrust the blade into Doheon’s chest.
Doheon’s expression became strange.
‘See this?’
A sword is a weapon better suited for cutting than stabbing.
Of course, depending on the shape, there is nothing that cannot be stabbed. In a real melee, you must be able to cut and stab freely depending on the situation to be considered an expert.
No matter how much it is, I never thought he would stab me with the first blow, holding a long sword that is easy to cut with.
Sreuk.
Doheon’s body moved diagonally.
Lee Cheon-sang’s sword pierced the air in vain.
It was then.
‘… … !’
There was surprise in Doheon’s eyes.
Before I knew it, Lee Cheon-sang had disappeared from sight.
‘Bottom left.’
Do-heon’s reflexes and sense of humor were far higher than Lee Cheon-sang’s. There was no way I didn’t know how he moved.
‘I immediately lower my stance, slow down, and aim for the bottom… … .’
It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. These movements put a lot of strain on the joints, and even if you were prepared for the strain, you couldn’t use them easily.
Pow!
Lee Cheon-sang’s left hand slapped Do-heon’s knee.
Doheon’s body shook. But that was all.
hook!
Doheon’s fist, thrusting from top to bottom, contained tremendous force.
Lee Cheon-sang’s body moved again.
Ting! thud!
Doheon’s fist pierced the ground.
Sigh!
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Before I knew it, Lee Cheon-sang approached Do-heon’s back. The moment she threw out her fist, the tip of her fist bounced with the back of her sword and spun with force.
If the area had been larger, the knife would have broken, and if it had been smaller, it would not have received this much force.
Exquisite movement. It was impossible to even attempt it without accurately calculating the density of force contained in the fist.
Doheon’s eyes shone brightly.
Bub bub buk!
Fists, knees, and blades attacked Doheon’s back.
However, Lee Cheon-sang’s attack did not produce a single effective hit. Even though it was slightly torn by the blade, the clothes were still intact.
Doheon’s right foot gained strength.
Buuuuung!
A method of striking with the right foot aimed at the top of the rear.
It was truly a threatening blow. A few strands of Lee Cheon-sang’s hair, which had taken refuge in a diagonal direction, were caught in the wind of each dharma and turned into powder.
But Lee Cheon-sang did not back down.
Even if he had dodged just a little bit incorrectly, his head would have been blown off, so he accurately dodged the attack without any fear and swung both hands.
Suddenly!
An eerie sound.
Lee Cheon-sang, who swung his sword with all his might, immediately stepped back.
“… … Hmm.”
Doheon looked down at his chest.
“You got cut.”
I cut it.
There was no scratch on the skin. In reality, he swung it with the intention of splitting it in two, but the cut was only the hem of his clothes.
It was not because he had learned external skills, but because his level of internal skills was so deep that his demonic energy enveloped his entire body.
The same goes for the clothes you wear. However, it was not enough to take control of the body, so it was cut down like this.
Even so.
It was an incredible feat to cut off the clothes of Gwangma Daeju Doheon, who was competing for the best in the Naeseong combat unit, with a single sword.
Do-heon, who had been staring at his exposed chest, raised his head and looked at Cheon-sang Lee.
Lee Cheon-sang, who was far away, was glaring at him with deeper eyes.
“Why didn’t you attack me?”
“… … .”
“You must have been defenseless just now?”
Lee Cheon-sang did not answer.
It seemed like I couldn’t hear properly. His eyes, which had become as deep as an abyss, were furiously examining various parts of Doheon’s body.
You are looking for weaknesses.
A place where knives work, a place where fists work, and a place where you can finally land the right punch.
‘You’re serious.’
Doheon felt both shocked and surprised.
‘You seriously intend to cut me down.’
With a difference of this magnitude, it was normal for my heart to break. Because it could never be cut down.
But Lee Cheon-sang was different. I can’t feel emotions properly, but I don’t know how to give up.
It was difficult to roll, and once it started rolling, it was like a heavy carriage that never stopped.
If you do it once, you will do it.
‘Even in the face of this momentum.’
Even at this very moment, Doheon’s demonic energy was constantly entangling Lee Cheon-sang’s body.
It was an energy that made you feel like you were tied, not actually tied. That’s why it’s scarier. This is because it penetrates into the soul and brings out fear and frustration.
‘It doesn’t work.’
Doheon’s face became serious.
‘At my level, even if I completely open up the magic attack, I can’t break his heart.’
It was a meaningless fight considering victory or defeat.
What Do-heon wanted to see from Lee Cheon-sang was not what level his sword skills had reached. It was how long he could endure.
But even in the face of this bloody force, there was no use.
‘That’s interesting.’
Doheon’s posture lowered.
A completely different attitude than before.
‘Let’s see what number you plan to use.’
grasp!
At that moment, Lee Cheon-sang rushed towards Do-heon again. It was even faster than before.
A blood-red glow emanated from Doheon’s eyes.
Blah blah blah!
Lee Cheon-sang’s sword skills were amazing.
There was no form or formality to be found. Since he had never studied Taoism in the first place, it was natural for him.
but.
‘amazing.’
Doheon was constantly astonished as he parried away all of Lee Cheon-sang’s sword cuts with two hands filled with demonic energy.
‘Every single one of them is at a critical point… … !’
Each cut of the knife is aimed at a vital point very naturally.
When blocked, he used the force of the bounce to hit with even stronger force, but without even thinking about catching the shaking body, he aimed for the vital spot again. It was such a natural connection that it gave me goosebumps, as if it had been intended to move that way from the beginning.
Cheer ring!
The sword and fist crossed, making a sharp metallic sound.
The teeth on the knife are falling out. Although it is said to contain the magical energy of Jinmagong, Doheon’s fist contained a high-level magical energy that not everyone, even in Shingyo, could master.
Plop!
Lee Cheon-sang’s toe hit Do-heon’s side.
It was a cruel blow aimed at the inside of the lowest ribs. If it had gone in properly, the bones would have broken and the internal organs would have been damaged.
Of course, it was of little use to Doheon. In reality, he was just giving it to him.
Damn it! Cheer ring!
Clash of swords and fists.
Unlike Do-heon’s unwavering magical energy, Lee Cheon-sang’s magical energy became increasingly unstable.
If it was natural, it was natural. Just practicing Jinma Gong to this level for half a year is enough to merit high praise.
Moreover, these knife cuts and movements naturally aim for vital points.
Doheon had a smile on his face.
‘This is enough.’
Phew!
Lee Cheon-sang’s energy began to collapse at a rapid pace. It was a sign of starvation.
Doheon lightly pushed his sword away.
Lee Cheon-sang’s body was pushed along the sword.
‘If he can achieve this level in just half a year, he is a talent that will not be shameful no matter where he is presented. also… … .’
It was then.
Wow!
Lee Cheon-sang, who had been pushed away, charged once again.
‘also?’
Doheon laughed to himself.
‘It’s a single thought, that’s good too.’
But if I keep going like this, I will never give up.
At this level, Bimu’s results were sufficient. The time has come to end the fight.
hook!
Doheon’s hand moved at a speed that was incomparable to before.
Kang!
Before he could swing, the blade was caught in Doheon’s hand.
“stop… … .”
flinch!
“… … ?!”
Dohyeon’s expression suddenly changed.
The veins bulged on Lee Cheon-sang’s arm as he held the sword hilt with both hands.
flinch! flinch!
‘what?’
The blade touched the palm of my hand.
The blade, which was held tightly and could not move, went down little by little.
‘… … no way?’
Do-heon looked at Lee Cheon-sang’s face.
Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes became so deep that it was as if he was looking into the sea hundreds of pages below.
An unknown darkness that even the brilliant sun cannot reach.
Even Do-heon, who had experienced many hardships before, was seeing it for the first time, and it was an abyss of unfathomable depth.
Creepy!
I got goosebumps all over my body.
The magic energy was momentarily shaken. At the same time, Lee Cheon-sang’s upper body quickly moved to the bottom.
Sigh! Kaaaang!
Red blood drops scattered into the air.
After that, the fragments of the broken sword caught the moonlight and turned into starlight on the ground.
Faaagh! Pow!
Doheon’s eyes took on a serious look.
“Huh. “Huh.”
Extremely rough breathing.
Nevertheless, the look in his eyes was still fierce. Lee Cheon-sang’s face, glaring at his target with his murderous eyes and clutching Do-heon’s neck with his torn hands, was like that of an expressionless evil spirit.
Grumbling.
A drop of sweat flowed from Doheon’s forehead.
Lee Cheon-sang’s left hand rushed towards his eyes.
thud!
In an instant, Lee Cheon-sang’s body collapsed. Doheon’s hand struck the mixed race like a thunderbolt.
That’s how the dance ended.
“… … .”
Doheon, who was looking down at Lee Cheon-sang blankly, suddenly turned his gaze and looked at his right hand.
There was a deep wound on my palm where the blade cut me.
Even if the demon energy was shaken, it was only for a moment. Even if you try to take advantage of that gap, you won’t be able to make even a scratch at Lee Cheon-sang’s level.
“her.”
Doheon slowly clenched his fist. His tightly clenched fist was trembling slightly.
A sharp pain rising from the palm of your hand.
But even more than the pain, Lee Cheon-sang’s abyss-like eyes a moment ago stimulated his nerves even more.
“you… … .”
Doheon’s face as he looked down at Lee Cheon-sang no longer contained pure kindness.
“What on earth is it?”
martial arts,
