Episode 79. futile (4)
“I found it!”
The magicians of the convoy came with large boxes.
“Seven boxes in total, confirmed!”
“All contents are safe!”
Squeak.
The coin rose from its seat.
I could have continued fortune telling, but it wasn’t the time. He said he found the item, so I had to check it myself.
Supported by Ma Dong-pil, she checked the items one by one.
“What a relief. All right.”
The coin breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the process, the order given was accomplished.
“Load the goods into the wagon.”
Convoy demons loaded the boxes. There were only a few of them, so they could all fit on two wagons.
“Secretary General, do a little more luck.”
“Yes, I think so. therefore… … .”
The coin glanced over the hill.
“Go.”
“… … ?”
“Since the search is over, you can ask the convoy demons for my method of protection. The three captains have to help Gongja.”
“… … You probably don’t need my help.”
“Go anyway.”
“… … .”
“You are the leader of the Ho Court, aren’t you? I was entrusted with escorting the convoy, but we’re going to take a break. So, find a job that suits your duty.”
Ma Dong-pil, who was quietly looking at the coin, lowered his head.
“Be careful.”
“Do not worry.”
Grasp!
Ma Dong-pil ran up the hill. He had no choice but to turn back as the cliff was close to vertical.
Joo-hwa sighed again as he watched Dong-pil disappear from behind. Unlike before, it was a sigh filled with frustration.
‘It’s a disqualification.’
Would you go at least for Confucius?
It’s nonsense. It was appropriate to send all the demons here.
But she couldn’t. Officially, the Three Gongja are supposed to be people who are not here.
And now she had to explain it to them.
‘It will be all right.’
If I hadn’t seen Sam Gongja’s skills, I wouldn’t have thought of this. It’s an explanation, but first of all, Confucius’ survival comes first.
This is why it is difficult for people with ranks. It’s because there comes a moment when you have to lie to people under you even if you don’t want to.
The coin opened its mouth.
“Gather all the demons. I have something to explain.”
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Aaaaang!
The sound of the swords clashing was very dull, unlike before.
“Keugh!”
Jung Il-ryong staggers back.
“Oooh!”
Xi Liang vomited blood. His body, which had actually carried out the attack, was also shocked.
But he didn’t stop. He had no intention of stopping in the first place, and he shouldn’t have.
Because this fight is a fight where you die if you don’t kill.
grasp!
Seo-ryang running again.
It is spreading the Gucheonchukji Shinbo, but it does not have its own speed. It was because it consumed most of its inner energy.
But that was enough. Jeong Il-ryong was not able to come to his senses due to the long-awaited real battle and the terrible internal wounds he had received after decades.
Booung!
The sound of a 30-year-old sword cutting through the wind was menacing enough to make hair stand on end.
Jeong Il-ryong bowed his head.
Sarah Rock!
The hair that had been cut into clumps and flew was scattered in all directions.
Paaang!
White crane sword rising from the bottom.
It didn’t properly load the ball, but it was threatening enough.
Baekhakgeom itself was a rare treasured sword, and Baeksanggeombeop was also one of the ten best swordsmanships of Jeongpa, and Jeong Il-ryong’s enlightenment was also melted into it.
But now, his attacks didn’t work at all on Xu Liang.
bang!
“Keugh!”
Jeong Il-ryong staggered again.
No matter how wonderfully strange the herbivorous attack is, it cannot be stopped.
It was the epitome of Dundojegeom (鈍刀制劍), a group of ascents, and one pressure multivariate (一壓多變).
Xu Liang properly showed the group that a slow and dull sword overpowers a fast and light sword, and suppresses various changes with simple movements.
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‘how… … .’
f*ck!
Jeong Il-ryong’s head turned around. It was hit by the elbow of Xu Liang who did not miss the chance.
‘How can this kiddo!’
Dundojegeom is a group of risers, but it didn’t work for just anyone who realized it.
Jeong Il-ryong was a transcendent master. He is a master who can never be easily met even on an endless continent.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been through a real fight, and I’ve been embarrassed as much as it is, but now I’m not the ability to be beaten by someone who looks less than 30. How much more is it a dungeon sword?
It was true that the Baeksang sword, the highest peak of fantasy swords, was fast, but inferior in strength and sharpness.
But even that didn’t mean much to someone as talented as Jeong Il-ryong.
The overflowing history will add strength, and realization will revive sharpness. Even more so, he even had a treasured sword called the Baekhak Sword.
It was absolutely not easy to destroy his martial arts with only one 30-pound sword.
‘You can’t believe this young bastard’s enlightenment surpasses mine?!’
Whoa!
Jeong Il-ryong’s arm moved backwards.
It was dangerous this time. I couldn’t overcome the shock of the bump and almost dislocated my shoulder. The protective gear had already been torn and was bleeding profusely.
Hwaaak!
Seo Liang ran again.
A pale, white face. The area around her nose and mouth was covered in blood. Looking at her wet body in a cold sweat, it wouldn’t be strange if she collapsed right away.
But his two eyes were still burning like the sun. It was difficult to face the eyes that were seething with incalculable emotions such as murder, anger, and madness.
Jeong Il-ryong’s face was distorted.
“this guy!”
Pooh!
The volume has slowed down. He was hit in the shoulder by Jeong Il-ryong’s fist.
“Do you know who I am! I am the Uicheon League… … !”
Quick!
“Aagh!”
Jeong Il-ryong’s left shoulder sank.
Even with the same punch, his shoulder was broken.
It was not a difference in muscle and bone. Xu Liang tried his best to kill Jeong Il-ryong, but he was also well aware that the game was not over yet.
On the other hand, Jeong Il-ryong could not do that. Embarrassment and surprise fueled anger, and that anger lowered Baek Ha-gi’s temperament to protect the whole body.
It was the difference between Shin Gong and Magic Gong, the difference in familiarity in actual combat, and, crucially, the difference in fighting spirit.
Xu Liang swung his sword again.
Damn it!
Jeong Il-ryong stepped back from the stretch. Riding on the torn helmet, blood gushed out, the strength gradually drained from both legs, and there were torn wounds all over the upper body.
My hands, joints, and skin couldn’t stand this overwhelming pressure. Naturally, the style of the white swordsman was also shaken, and the more he did, the more the wounds on his body increased.
how long has it been like that
Seo Liang groaned.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
Quaang!
With an explosion, the white crane sword flew backwards and landed neatly on the giant tree.
Xu Liang, who blew the white crane sword, immediately let go of the sword. His muscles were at their limit and he could no longer wield his sword.
Jung Il-ryong gritted his teeth and kicked his right foot.
But before his feet were off the ground, he saw a shadow blocking his view.
Quick!
“Cuck!”
Jeong Il-ryong fell backwards.
The fall on his face was truly terrifying. Not only did his nose bone get crushed, but his eyeball and one cheekbone sank down.
Is it only He was rolling on the ground with four broken front teeth beside him.
“mi… … crazy!”
Pronunciation is also not good. No, I wasn’t in a state to speak.
Even so, the reason why I was shocked was that the opponent’s attack was too savage.
‘Headbutt!’
It wasn’t that there weren’t people who trained their foreheads and attacked opponents with their head.
However, at best, it is only the third-class parakeets. A true master does not attempt to attack by using the head, which has all the vital points of the human body concentrated.
Xu Liang was gasping, but managed to grin. His face, soaked in Jeong Il-ryong’s blood, looked ferocious like a devil.
“Heo-eok! Huh! Baby, that’s good.”
After spitting out bloody spittle, Seo Liang cut Jeong Il-ryong’s knee.
Kwadeuk!
“Quaaaaagh!”
Jeong Il-ryong, whose knee was smashed, screamed.
It wasn’t just a broken leg, it crushed a joint and tore cartilage. Even if he recovers martial arts, he will lose the use of one leg for the rest of his life.
“Hey! pup! Whoops!”
Xu Liang’s body, which was about to break his other leg, tilted for a moment.
“uh? uh?”
dump!
“Turn it off!”
Seo Liang gritted it. In the midst of running amok to kill Jeong Il-ryong, his body exceeded its limits.
If it had not been for the recovery power of the Dark Spirit Demon, the muscles of the whole body would have been torn by now.
“Cuck! Whoops! You, you bastard, wait a little longer! Whoops! I’ll cut off your limbs with my life!!”
The viciousness that can be felt in the voice screaming evil is no joke.
Jeong Il-ryong felt impatient.
I couldn’t see properly and even one of my legs was broken, but I couldn’t stay like this. When that madman wakes up, he really is dead.
‘I have to run away!’
He wasn’t supposed to be fighting like this in the first place. He immediately fell down.
“Krurruk.”
A bubble of blood rose from his mouth. He had never been so injured since he joined the Uicheon Maeng, or since he entered martial arts.
My body was paralyzed with pain, and my head stiffened with fear. He struggled to get out of this place somehow.
Seo Liang gritted it.
“Where is the bastard going to bounce… … Ugh!”
It was an excruciating pain. It felt like my whole body was on fire.
But are you sick of the pain?
In front of my eyes, one of my enemies struggles and crawls on the ground.
I mean get up and soak it!
‘shit!’
Can not be done.
Not because of the pain, but structurally impossible. If you move any further, there is a high chance that the remaining demonic energy will flow backwards and you will get the coin intoxication.
If you can’t even kill the other person and you’re the only one who gets caught in the mouth, how can you live because you’re unfair? Seo Liang gritted his teeth and glared at Jeong Il-ryong.
At that time, Jeong Il-ryong glanced back. One eye was damaged, so I couldn’t see properly, but I instinctively wanted to check the other person.
Sparks flew in the sage’s eyes.
Jeong Il-ryong’s one eye that looked at him was full of anger and fear. Looking at those eyes reminded me of the guy from the past who looked down at me with a white smile.
“… … kill!”
What a profit!
Amyeongjin Magicong, which had been forcibly closed, was opened again.
It wasn’t intentional this time around. The anger that broke through the limit stimulated the magic power, and the stimulated magic power accurately read what the emotion wanted.
Magicong ‘understood’ that in order to resolve this emotion, there was no choice but to kill the opponent horribly.
Kwadeuk!
While the hands on the ground trembled, Seo Liang stood up.
Chii profit! Tutuk!
White smoke rose from the body. At the same time, blood dripped from his nose.
The Hell Gate Ceremony unfolded on its own, but the devil did not have enough energy to keep the Hell Gate open.
In order to maintain its state, the natural magic had no choice but to touch the original source of vitality.
Jeong Il-ryong couldn’t help but get tired of the opponent’s persistence.
‘Crazy man!’
I really couldn’t understand. What kind of grudge against someone you’ve never seen is so deep that you go all the way to the expedition and get up from your seat?
Xu Liang raised his head and glared at Jeong Il-ryong.
The body, the inner strength, and nothing else were amplified more than twice as fast as before.
“Ugh.”
Jung Il-ryong crawled on the ground like crazy. Even so, it was the speed of a turtle crawling, but the fear that he would die if he stopped paralyzed his reason.
But to no avail.
grasp! Kwadeuk!
“Aagh!”
He comes to you in an instant and steps on the broken leg again. Jeong Il-ryong frothed at the indescribable pain.
shiver.
A constantly pouring nosebleed.
It wasn’t strange that he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss, but Xu Liang’s expression was full of refreshment.
On the contrary, it seemed that the anger welling up to the top of his head flowed through the pouring blood and eased it.
At that time, Ma Dong-pil appeared.
“Confucius!”
Seo Liang grinned. It seemed that he didn’t even know that Ma Dong-pil had appeared.
“You shouldn’t have touched me like that.”
He calmly lifted his leg.
The target of his feet was Jeong Il-ryong’s neck.
Kwajik!
