Episode 883
The moment of creation is brief and eternal (2)
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was pushed out, raised his fist and spat blood-stained spit.
Zhonglibaek, who hesitated on the spot, raised his sword above his head and corrected his posture.
Flash!
A sword that strikes straight down.
It is a single cut that is extremely honest and simple. Nevertheless, Yeon Ho-jeong felt as if the world was split in half.
Haha!
Instinctively, I turned my body and punched the side. The steel sword that flew like a thunderbolt shattered like broken glass and scattered in all directions.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist, which hit the pottery, swelled red. The density of the pottery thrown out by Zhonglibaek was beyond imagination. After reaching Hwangryongshinwanggong, there was no growth in the divine energy itself, but even though it contained a more powerful true energy density than before, I felt an exhilarating pain that extended beyond my fists and wrists to my elbows.
‘Strength versus strength is meaningless. The question is not who is stronger, but the concept of power that each person pursues is different.’
Yeonhojeong’s power was the pure power that everyone thought of.
It is a faster and more intense martial art. Faster speed creates stronger destructive power. The martial arts that Yeon Ho-jeong has shown so far has been a simple yet firm expression of power.
However, the power that Zhonglibaek sought was different.
The power he sees is confronting and sometimes avoiding, but at the best moment, blowing away the opponent with the greatest force.
Yeon Ho-jeong was also good at the same method. Rather, creating an opening and somehow delivering a fatal blow to the opponent was one of Yeonhojeong’s greatest skills.
now?
‘I carry that realization with me. But that is not the essence of my martial arts.’
The Yellow Dragon God King is different from the Four Gods.
To be precise, the advanced enlightenment that encompasses the characteristics of the Four Gods is the Yellow Dragon God King Gong.
Anything that can be done with the Four Gods can also be done with the Yellow Dragon God King Technique. In fact, just a little while ago, he revived the speed of Zhou Jakgong, the power of White Tiger Gong, and the counterattack ability of Blue Dragon Gong to deal with Zhonglibaek.
But does it really end there?
Although this body instinctively used the Four Gods’ Dance, which he was very familiar with, the true power of the Yellow Dragon God King’s Gong that he gained was not like that.
Ugh.
The yellow dragon cried in my heart.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who realized the true nature of the energy that he had used like the Shindan of Gwangmyeong, split the moment into moments and realized that he had not performed the Yellow Dragon Dance properly.
‘Then what is the yellow dragon?’
How were Geumryongjinakkwon and Geumryongbeoncheonjang made?
For what purpose was the Dragon Shape Seven Technique Technique created?
How did Hwang Ryong-gi change my body?
Flash!
Yeonhojeong’s eyes sparkled with fire.
hook!
Yeon Ho-jeong rushed towards Jong-ri Baek.
Zhong Libai’s eyes sparkled.
‘Slowed down?’
The absolute speed is fast.
However, there was no such frighteningly fast new method as was shown just a moment ago. It was not Yeonhojeong’s method of appearing from all directions and showing off extremely rapid attacks as if folding space, embodying the legendary state of Chukjiseongchon (縮地成寸).
however.
‘The temperament has changed.’
If the previous Divine Law was as fast and splendid as weightless fire, the Divine Law shown by Yeon Ho-jeong now was much heavier than that.
It seems as if the divine beast from the story of the ancient hermits running rampant is stomping away on its four huge legs.
And what is the identity of that divine beast?
‘dragon?!’
The golden energy rising from Yeon Ho-jeong’s body.
To Zhonglibaek’s eyes, which were sparkling with divine energy, the exterior of Yeonhojeong was no longer visible. The essence of the energy he gave off seemed to be a huge golden dragon rushing towards him with its mouth wide open.
Yeon Ho-jeong swung his fist.
Coooooo!
It was much slower than before, but it had a scary weight.
But for some reason, it was difficult for Zhonglibaek to avoid that extremely simple weapon.
Kaaaaaaaa!
Yeon Ho-jeong’s fists clashed with the Chamakdo, which seemed to weigh dozens of pounds, making a horrifying sound.
Zhong Libai’s eyes widened.
‘does not exist.’
There are no wounds on Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist.
Just a little while ago, when they were exchanging brilliant attacks, even if they avoided a direct hit, the wounds remained. This is because each other’s attack power was so powerful.
However, the true evil sword that was now facing Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist head-on was unable to make a mark on his fist. Rather, it felt as if the blade was being pushed back by the pressure of the fist, which was overflowing with compressed golden essence.
‘this.’
hook!
Yeonhojeong moved once again.
It was still fast, but it was definitely slower than Chojang. It was a movement clearly visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye without needing to be noticed with the senses.
At this speed, he was able to occupy the position using Jong-ri Baek’s footwork and take the attack line in an instant.
In fact, Zhong Libai attempted to do so.
But.
‘what?!’
Zhong Libai was embarrassed.
Yeonhojeong was clearly slow. So, I tried to occupy the position first and blow it away with a heavy wind.
But Yeonhojeong had already reached that location.
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This was something beyond the realm of understanding. The eyes and senses of the best Taoist in the world could catch everything. Without that level of perception, he would have already suffered losses from Yeon Ho-jeong’s surprise attack on the Yeonhwan Five Fist in the early stages.
Yeon Ho-jeong gently extended his hand.
It was a fist, not a fist. Just looking at the soft sound coming from the bottom to the middle, you couldn’t think it was powerful at all.
There was a look of urgency on Zhonglibaek’s face.
bang!
There was a short, intense explosion.
Zhonglibaek, who blocked the tension of Yeonhojeong with the sword body of the Chamakdo, was pushed back like crazy.
‘It’s heavy.’
It looks like a rock weighing tens of thousands of pounds flew in and stuck in it.
It is not a martial arts technique that utilizes speed and strength. The martial arts itself was heavy and strong.
But it wasn’t fast, but strangely I couldn’t avoid it.
Zhonglibaek advanced vigorously.
thud!
The powerful energy that radiated from beneath my feet pushed away the energy waves of Yeonhojeong, which were writhing fearfully.
Flash!
Zhong Libai’s eyes glowed with intense light.
Before he knew it, the image of Yeon Ho-jeong rushing forward with both fists clenched was reflected in his eyes.
‘Dragon…’
I couldn’t come to my senses.
I couldn’t tell if the opponent was a human or a dragon. Thanks to his extremely active upper level, his eyes were seeing things similar to those of a magical magician.
And at this moment, his advanced insight was making it difficult to implement martial arts. It was my first time experiencing something like this in my life.
‘That’s a person. It’s just that the young man’s presence is so large and clear that he is showing this illusion.’
Even while being pushed back, Zhonglibaek could not help but be amazed.
‘It’s completely integrated. I became one with the new art I was learning. Since he has reached that level, he must have learned how to perfectly control his power.’
Zhong Libai closed his eyes.
‘I am a swordsman. ‘Don’t be fooled by appearances.’
Zhong Libai, holding the true evil sword with both hands, coolly raised his sword and struck.
Wow!
I’m stuck.
I had no choice but to get stuck. It was a blow with all his might, but the opponent’s true energy was no less dense than his own.
but.
‘I see.’
Zhong Libai opened his eyes.
Before I knew it, Yeon Ho-jeong was right in front of me, swinging his rock-like fist.
Suddenly!
Blood splattered into the air with an eerie sound.
The sight of Jong-ri-baek passing by Yeon-ho-jeong and raising his sword was as cool as a painting.
Grumbling.
An icon of a diagonal line was engraved on Yeonhojeong’s chest. The true evil sword penetrated the Hwangryongshinwanggong and left a scar.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was touching her wound, smiled.
“You are amazing.”
It was not the time to laugh. Zhonglibaek’s true energy remaining in the wound continued to penetrate into the body and cause internal injuries.
Still, Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
Uduk.
Zhong Libai grabbed the little finger of his left hand and twisted it.
As he passed by Yeon Ho-jeong’s body, Yeon Ho-jeong’s hand grabbed his little finger and broke it.
A person who uses destructive recommendations without much delicacy reads such a subtle gap and breaks his finger.
But Zhonglibaek did not feel any pain.
Rather, he smiled brightly like Yeon Ho-jeong.
“I thought I could win with just a sword strike with all my might, without having to use my martial arts skills.”
“Is that so?”
“It was my mistake. “It was you, not me, who dragged him into a fight where he read every gap and used single blows.”
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
A sharper energy wave than before flowed from Zhong Libai’s body as he held the sword with both hands.
He didn’t seem to care about the broken finger or anything. The true power of Martial God had already healed the broken bones and completely hardened them.
Hwaaaaaaa!
The sight of Jong-ri-baek holding his sword upright with both hands was reminiscent of a seeker walking only one path.
“I won’t be able to do that anymore. “I will not fight on the battlefield you created.”
“Me too.”
“Then, of course, there is no other way but a head-to-head match. “I told you in advance that the same moves no longer work.”
“Good.”
Zhong Libai closed and opened his eyes once again.
However, there were no gaps at all. This was the reason why Yeon Ho-jeong’s shoulders flinched.
“I guess I’ll go and see.”
hook!
Jong-ri Baek, his sword raised above his shoulder, rushed towards Yeon Ho-jeong.
Zhonglibaek’s left hand, which was holding the bottom of the sword, slightly relaxed.
‘One sword, Danak.’
The martial arts true spirit sword trained by Zhong Libai finally appeared.
The very simple herbivorous names Il-gwa Dan-ak. It was a combination of herbivory with a single cut of a knife and herbivory with splitting a mountain.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes widened.
The martial arts of a master who has reached the ultimate level is to carry out the enlightenment that he aims for and imagines.
Zhonglibaek’s martial arts skills were similar.
‘big!’
It’s just one cut of a knife.
It felt like a huge sword, like a mountain peak, was coming down, calling a storm. It seemed as if the mountain could be destroyed with just one sharp slash of the knife.
This was the true martial art of apprentice Zhonglibaek. It was the true form of a swordsmanship that boasted the power of maximized slashing and killing blows.
But Yeonho was not far behind.
thud!
This is not the first step of the White Tiger of the West.
The earth shook with one step of the dragon lacquerware. Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist, which had raised all his intellectual power, was burning with the golden sun.
The two men’s swords collided. It was a clash of pure power.
Quaaaaaaa!!
The onlookers screamed and covered their ears due to the incredible explosion of drinking.
Quad deuk! Quad Deuk!
The rain stage was split in half by the merciless shock wave. Fortunately, it did not affect the surrounding buildings, but the blowing wind disrupted people’s vision.
Grumbling.
Blood from Yeon Ho-jeong’s head passed through Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes and cheeks to his chin.
The same was true for Jonglibaek. His unruly white beard was stained red. He vomited blood due to internal injuries caused by strong pressure.
“Aaaah!!”
Yeon Ho-jeong screamed, not knowing whether it was a scream or excitement, and lowered his posture and dug into the gap in the bag.
He overcomes the shock wave that pushes his entire body and enters. Zhonglibaek’s true evil sword moved urgently.
Whoa!
The left leader of Yeonhojeong hit Zhonglibaek in the chest.
Although blood was gushing out, he raised his upper body and swung the hilt of his sword with terrifying passion.
Whoa!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was hit in the face by the hilt of the sword, spewed out blood and was thrown away.
Flash!
Even though he is older, his passion is no less than that of a young person. Like Yeon Ho-jeong, he took a step forward, ignoring the air pressure, and used a wave of the True Soul Sword towards the upper body of the fallen Yeon Ho-jeong.
Crumbling!
The edge of the non-stage turned into powder and scattered.
