Episode 381
Tigers and lions are different (1)
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Yang Chen took off his top and looked at the huge Tokyo.
In Tokyo, there was a middle-aged man with a well-trimmed beard. A middle-aged man with a body that transcends limits and ultimate endurance, even though he is over 60 years old.
Yang Chen raised his hand to his chest.
Then the middle-aged man also raised his hand.
Slurp.
When I touched the center of my chest, I felt a sharp pain.
‘Eumhwang kidney (陰荒神掌).’
The art of Yin Huang (陰荒) was the main martial art of the Four Eum Sect.
Recommended Perception Yinhwang’s art, which was implemented with extremely vicious killing techniques in all areas, was a magical martial art that even Yang Cheon, who had experienced all kinds of martial arts throughout the central plains, had experienced for the first time.
‘I heard that if you are hit by Yin Huang’s technique, your heart veins will rupture, sooner or later, and you have no choice but to die.’
It’s a difficult martial art to deal with, but I’ve seen many killing techniques that put one’s life at risk with a single blow. In fact, some of Yang Chen’s own martial arts techniques were of that type.
But Yinhuang Xinjiang was definitely different.
‘It definitely touches the heart. Not any other part. All I can do is burst my heartbeat.’
It was an amazing killing method, but at the same time, it couldn’t be said to be a very efficient killing method.
Dark energy, which is originally realized as inner energy and energy, has the property of penetrating into the body and exploding.
The timing of the explosion of the dark realm varies arbitrarily depending on the type of martial arts and the intention of the caster. If you apply energy to the dark meridian and infiltrate it, you may suffer for a month and die from a blood vessel or internal organ bursting, or you may die from a single blow inside due to an explosion.
The important thing is that you don’t know in what part of the body the cancer ring will explode. So, it is fatal, but if you are lucky, you may end up losing an arm, and if heaven helps, the weakened cancer cells may only rupture the skin and disappear.
Yin Huang’s skills were different. Yin Huang was a martial artist who focused solely on killing his opponent instantly by bursting his heart.
Although it is a scary martial art, the probability of death is dramatically reduced as long as you protect your heart veins with true energy in advance. In other words, for people who have never experienced it, it is as dangerous as other cancers, but once you learn about its characteristics, the risk decreases drastically.
If there is no significant difference in martial arts level, one hit will not kill you. No, if you defend yourself properly, you can definitely protect your heart veins even if you suffer internal or external injuries.
‘In other words, taking out the Yin Hwang Mu means having the will to kill the opponent for sure. If you survive against that martial artist, your weaknesses may be revealed to the world.’
Yang Chen glared at himself in longing.
The two eyes that burned brightly like fire had a terrible look to them.
“…I definitely blocked his martial arts attack.”
The golden seal stamped on his chest was nothing more than a trace. That’s what I thought.
Then, after losing consciousness once, Yang Chen focused his consciousness on this craftsman.
However, even after looking at it dozens and hundreds of times, I could not find any problem with this craftsman. It was literally just a trace, and there were no problems at all such as disrupting one’s bet or spoiling the expedition.
‘Every nerve, subcutaneous fat, muscle and nerve were examined. Still, there was nothing wrong.’
It is possible that the enlightenment of the Four Masters regarding the Yin Huang Xin Dynasty went beyond its limits and was controlled to a point where it simply caused internal injuries and ended up causing the person to lose consciousness.
However, there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed it. That was strange.
‘why…?’
One thought after another.
Yang Chen, who was glaring at Dong-gyeong, soon sighed.
“This isn’t important right now.”
To be precise, there remained a more important issue than this.
“…You mean you’ve already taken control of the government office in Henan Province?”
Yang Chen felt dispirited.
“These guys are ridiculously outgoing. “No matter how much he is aiming for the midfield, I never would have thought he would have reached out to the government.”
He remembered Mo Yong’s face.
That scary face stained with disgust and anger.
‘I’ll ask you again. Have you joined hands with Saeumgyo? Are you in sync with the three religions?’
‘Why can’t you answer me! Don’t you ask me if I’m an ugly b*stard who left the barbarians behind and made a contract with me, who knows nothing, and tried to sacrifice the entire central plain, starting with the Murim Alliance, to them?’
Yang Chen gritted his teeth.
“These guys…!”
Grumble!
The entire Daejeon was shaken by the burning anger.
I was angry. I only heard such verbal abuse from the head of the family.
I was angry. The fact that such a thing was happening in a place unknown to even those in power who were able to exert tremendous influence over the world.
And I was embarrassed.
‘Are you saying I have degenerated to the point of being verbally abused by a guy like that?’
It wasn’t something to be ashamed of. I felt ashamed of myself.
Yang Cheon, who was radiating his energy with anger, soon sighed.
“I’m tired.”
I’m tired. I just wanted to rest without thinking about anything.
But I couldn’t. He was not free now. As the leader of the Mukryongbu Black Island Alliance, he cannot afford to waste even a day.
‘Would you like to join me?’
Yang Chen closed his eyes.
‘Join hands with Baekdo and destroy the three religions?’
Why? My heart felt tight.
Yang Cheon recalled Prince Mo Yong’s words again.
‘The white and black have clashed for hundreds of years, but we are still the people of the central plains! Even if we have different values and cultures, we are all the same Jungwon people! But did they build such a force by siding with a foreign power and act like a fool? I can truly say that you are not part of the Three Religions!’
This is nonsense. Considering the miserable lives of black islanders who have been subjected to the hypocrites of white island, Prince Moyong’s words were overly self-centered.
But… the black one wasn’t clean either.
‘Three Schools? Or the Murim League? Who on earth do I have to deal with? ‘Is this a situation that must be dealt with?’
Yang Chen sighed.
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‘I don’t know. I really don’t know. Was I this stupid and incompetent?’
I told Prince Moyong. He said he would get out of the way and give him some help in catching the enemy.
Those words themselves were evidence that he was unable to make a cool-headed judgment. The reason is because the Yaryuljeok is an evil beast dispatched by the Three Religions.
I should have said that I would not hesitate to give full support, not just a little help. No, I should have said that I would catch him and kill him myself before your help.
At the very least, if you had made up your mind to do the Three Bridges, it would have been normal for you to say something like that.
“What on earth am I for…”
That was then.
“Master!”
“…What.”
“The leader of the Murim Alliance’s military unit is requesting to see the Vice Lord!”
Yang Chen’s face was grimly distorted.
“Stop that bullshit. “Tell them that if they don’t pass through Honam within three days, they will all be captured and killed!”
Yes. This was his current address.
He was so angry that he personally responded to the call of the Moyong family, and now the commander of one unit is asking to see him?
‘Kill me!’
At that time, White Paper’s voice was heard again.
“…Sir.”
“What else?”
“If he wasn’t someone I knew, I would have filed a report beforehand.”
Yang Cheon shouted.
“What nonsense! “Tell me in detail!”
“It’s Jeong.”
“what?”
“My name was Jeong, the former head of the Intelligence Department.”
“…?!”
Yang Chen’s eyes sparkled.
He stretched out his hand toward the stone door.
Coo goo goo goo goong!
The heavy stone door swung open in an incredibly empty space.
White Paper was kneeling in front of the open stone door.
“What did you say just now?”
White Paper’s voice trembled slightly.
“Yeon Ho-jeong, the leader of the Murim League’s remnant army unit.”
“…!”
“That person was Jeong, who claimed to be a descendant of the former head of the Intelligence Department, Mu Jong-mun.”
Flash!
Yang Chen’s eyes sparkled with fire.
* * *
“Whoa.”
With a light sigh, a fine cloud of smoke drifted out.
Honam had a warmer climate than Hanam. But the dark mountain air was still cold.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was looking up at the star-filled sky, closed his eyes.
‘I can feel it.’
Ugh. Ugh. Wooooow.
I couldn’t quite tell where it came from.
But it was certain. The air on this mountain and beyond the mountain has clearly changed.
‘I feel it. ‘A life beyond imagination.’
A bitter smile appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong’s lips.
‘Is this because he is a strong man who has reached unprecedented heights? ‘I can’t believe I can feel the trembling of the air even though the distance is this far.’
It wasn’t something I felt with my five senses.
It was a sixth sense. As he entered the Honam region, Yeonhojeong’s senses became extremely sharp, and as time passed, those sharp senses became more acute, scanning the air in all directions.
thud.
Yeon Ho-jeong put down the Gwangryongbu and stroked the chin of his warhorse, Jeokpung.
Purr.
Jeokpung boasted a large and sturdy size, like the legendary Red Toma. He had better stamina than the best blooded horse among horses and was stronger than any horse in the western region.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who had been stroking Jeokpung’s chin and nose for a while, spoke.
“I’ll be back for a bit.”
Slurp.
Mo Yong-woo and Muk-bi stood up as if they had been waiting.
“Let’s go together.”
“is it so.”
Yeon Ho-jeong shook his head.
“It’s about coming face to face with an evil friend and enemy full of love and hate. “I don’t want to drag too many people along.”
“but…!”
“If a battle breaks out, no one’s safety can be guaranteed. On the contrary, if you rush in, you will only end up irritating Yangcheon’s nerves.”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
“do not worry. “The Yang Cheon I know would never point that fist at me.”
“…Are you okay?”
“Are you fine. “It’s okay.”
Jump!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who pulled out the Gwangryongbu and put it on his shoulder blade, turned around.
“I’ll be back before dawn, so get some rest.”
“…yes.”
“And the river.”
Slurp.
Kang Ryang, who had been hiding in the dark, stood up.
Yeon Ho-jeong glanced at Kang Ryang.
“Are you going to see the face of your enemy?”
Kang-ryang nodded.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to look at it in advance.”
“beforehand?”
“He is a great man who will die by my sword in the future. “I tell you in advance that even my brother will not hand over his life.”
Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.
“One distribution is good. “Okay, let’s go together.”
Yeon Ho-jeong, who stationed the Uijeong army in the mountains, took Kang Ryang across a road of more than 50 ri.
It wasn’t long before the two people saw a large vacant lot.
A remarkably flat and clean vacant lot bathed in bright moonlight.
And there were two people there.
‘Yangcheon.’
The sight of Yangcheon sitting on a flat rock with his paws crossed was as brutal as a crouching lion.
Although it does not emit any energy waves, its immense presence is revealed. It was like watching a lion just before it hunts.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was quietly looking at Yang Cheon, walked confidently.
It was then.
“Disciple.”
Despite the considerable distance, Yang Cheon’s calm voice was heard clearly in the ears of Yeon Ho-jeong and Kang Ryang.
“Would you like to test your martial arts skills to see if that damned b*stard walking over there is real?”
Paaaaaa!
As soon as Yang Chen finished speaking, a woman of good physique rushed forward at incredible speed and stretched out her fist.
Lightning struck Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes.
Quang!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who defeated the woman with a devastating blow from the Gwangryongbu, spoke in a calm voice.
“This is a meeting place for hot-blooded boys. Before even speaking, start with your fists?”
“….”
“How are you, Yang Buju?”
Yang Chen raised his head.
For a moment, the moonlight seemed to disappear and the world was filled with darkness.
“…rat.”
