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The spring wind blew.
Flowers dance with the wind.
The gentle wind that started at dawn stopped only after the sun set again.
When Kangwoo’s sword stopped, the wind also stopped and the world became quiet again.
Kangwoo, drenched in sweat, lifted his shoulders and caught his breath.
“haha. Can you really become strong like this?”
“Don’t rest! “You mean I have to swing my sword all the time except for three hours a day?”
“It’s not that I don’t like practicing. But this only uses up internal energy.”
“Oops! “How can a disciple have doubts about his teacher?”
For the past few days, I’ve only been taught to swing the sword to create wind without any knowledge.
Kang-woo, who silently followed the performance, which seemed quiet and meaningless at first glance compared to the turbulent actual fighting, also expressed his dissatisfaction. He swung his sword all the time except for three hours a day. Because his rise was gradual, Kang-woo did not notice the change in himself. The wind, which had been getting stronger and more chaotic, is stabilizing. On the first day, the rainfall gave rise to violent winds like a storm. However, realizing that he would not be able to maintain the wind for more than twenty hours, he began to adjust the wind more and more. Kang-woo, who used to rip off the surroundings when he swung his sword, didn’t even drop his flower petals anymore.
I knew it, but he really is a genius.
If you give them directions, they instinctively head to their destination in the fastest way possible.
A Lanista was a Lanista.
At the end of the day’s training, the power of Dalbi was infused into him. It replenishes the wasted internal energy and strengthens the passage. bee wash. I gave him a rare power-boosting method every day that even late-stage members of the Daemun faction said he would only get once.
“Don’t doubt it. “Disciple, you are doing well.”
“I didn’t doubt my teacher. “He just felt impatient.”
“You will gradually realize it. Isn’t the wind moving according to your will? “For now, it may only be shaking the plants, but the unabated wind will continue to grow.”
“Is there a state that the teacher wants from me?”
“Your sword.”
I said, pointing to the sky.
“Until we move the clouds.”
* * *
A few days later.
In the end, I gave it to him.
The idea of creating wind to move clouds was actually just a delusion of mine.
Somehow, I thought it would work.
Lanista quickly learned control of his strength. The subversive natural swordsmanship that was focused on destruction was now able to create calm waves. This brought about change as free as the wind. It compensated for the shortcomings of the Cheonbu Sword Technique, which was extremely draining on internal strength, and created an ever-changing sword technique by using the characteristics of the wind, which invades wherever there is an opportunity and becomes stronger the more it becomes stronger, like a storm or gently caressing it. What I misunderstood was Kang-woo’s true talent. He was not a martial artist. If I had to express it, he would be a talented person. How could he have escaped from Su Tian Meng’s pursuit for so many years? If you think about it, it’s a simple thing. He has grown ‘more’ than the enemy’s perception. The more you overcome a crisis, the more experience you gain compared to that of a criminal.
Therefore, Sokcheonmaeng did not expect the growing rain.
The attacker who thought he could kill Kang Woo was-
After overcoming the crisis, we were unable to withstand the rain that brought us growth.
The growth rate was so high that it was unpredictable.
In this thrilling tug-of-war with Sokcheonmaeng, Kangwoo grew explosively.
In the end, he almost killed Kang-woo by dispatching the Seven Masters.
As a guess, even if it wasn’t my help, if you think about it as a ‘official affair’.
There was a high probability that Kang-woo would survive and grow up in that fierce battle.
Once I could control the wind, he and I fought again for twenty hours a day.
Since I didn’t have ‘Ushas’, I couldn’t do it badly. At best, they only broke the bones and tore off the flesh, and tried to keep the internal organs as intact as possible. Of course, this was the leisure of an ‘experienced person’. Kangwoo, even from the perspective of a martial artist, what I did to him was not simply a teacher’s teaching. It is such a harsh education that one is told to go away from the Sapa Ma Church.
However, Kang-woo was ‘joyed’ at himself growing even though he was struggling in pain.
He was as crazy as expected.
“It’s one month from now.”
“Ahhh?”
Kang-woo, whose jaw was missing, could not speak properly.
I said, proudly watching Kang-woo lying in a puddle of his own blood.
“Within a month, I will make you reach the end of the flower world.”
What that means is that you have to continue this hellish punishment-like dance for another month.
If I were Kang-woo, I would have let out a desperate scream and thought of a way to escape. But Kangwoo. It’s confusing because of the missing chin and swollen lips – but he’s clearly smiling happily.
* * *
I quietly looked at the bruises on the back of my hands and shrugged my shoulders.
“Hmm.”
One month?
“I’m greedy for this.”
He can grow more.
“Be prepared because the future will be twice as difficult.”
A finger suddenly stuck out from within the pool of blood.
I told Kang-woo that it is an expression that means ‘happy, happy, happy’.
It was a strong middle finger.
* * *
Crackle, crack, crack.
It rings in Sisanhyeolhae.
Darkness is daytime.
The eyeballs in the intestines see six wings.
He is in the sky.
He is under the ground.
He is everywhere.
Since there is a heart, desire arises, and since desire arises, it does not disappear.
Daecheonbong Magyo Bridge, a deep canyon, a place where darkness grows and bones bloom.
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A long time ago, the devil and the immortals joined forces to seal him.
“It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming…” … .”
There is no food or water.
So he ate his own arm.
So he drank his own blood.
He lived like that for hundreds of years.
A broken spirit will not break again.
The collapsed reason savors solitude and waits for destruction to come.
Crack, crack, crack!
Bones are piled up in the sealing place.
Countless finger bones, a naked thunderbolt lying on them as its cradle.
I am not afraid of the sky. God is food. It gave birth. Or an alter ego. Cubs that would become a sign of collapse were planted throughout the universe.
He is a genius.
It is the demon army of Pacheon that breaks down the Bodhi tree.
Therefore, he is a heavenly demon.
“It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming…” … .”
The sound grows louder. The whispers amplified. Shout while eating. The demon that had been starving for a long time opened its eyes. He waited. May he come. Savior of Mara!
* * *
A meeting was held at the highest level of the Sokcheon Alliance.
At the meeting attended by all the nine factions and the five major families, there was no time to discuss sad affairs.
“It’s been half a year since Demon Demon Lord disappeared.”
The person who held the meeting was Mok Ja-ryeong, a senior leader of the Joint faction.
“Hwahong Hunting Team, it’s been two months since they accepted the request. But you couldn’t even follow the trace, let alone find the secret. I’m sure the demon demon didn’t kill all of the Hwahong hunting party, so what happened?”
This is Mok Ja-ryeong, a grand elder who has a higher status than Jang Mun-in of the Joint Sect.
Even when he smoothed his white beard and showed signs of discomfort, no one dared say anything.
Yu Gwang-gun, the leader of the Sokcheon Alliance, was not shaken by the sharp question asked by Mok Ja-ryeong.
Instead of answering, he continued to remain silent, and the shepherd raised his voice.
“Don’t forget that special protection is the meaning of the inner blindness. Lord!”
The Sokcheon League organization was far from executing justice, and the forces affiliated with the League knew this very well. Originally, the Sokcheon League was organized to mediate wars between political factions. And the root of the war is the one-of-a-kind object from Murim that will fulfill the long-awaited wish of unifying the world.
A large-scale disappearance incident that occurred decades ago in the past. After the unprecedented incident in which the martial arts masters disappeared all at once, the remaining martial arts people became even more miserable. It was a time of bloodshed, regardless of political issues. If it was a person from a hostile faction, even the infant was killed. There were more people dying than being born. Most people hoped that the sun would not rise.
Sokcheonmaeng was created by great heroes who felt sorry for it. After much blood was shed, Sokcheonmaeng was born, and Bigyeop was buried in the most secret and secret place in the martial arts world. Those who remembered the bloody history protected and managed the monument fairly in order to never experience war again.
But a hundred years pass.
Let those who do not remember the bloody times come to power.
The energy of war began to creep up again.
Even the elders of the old faction of the prestigious political sect regarded the Sokcheonmaeng as merely a purpose to find out the whereabouts of the big class. This meeting was also held because we do not trust the leader of the Sokcheon Alliance.
The longer the silence of the leader of Yugwanggun lasted, the more noisy the meeting became. Some people exchanged secret glances, while others, like Shepherd, raised their complaints loudly. When the conference room became noisy, only then did the leader open his tightly closed mouth.
“The situation you are worried about will never happen.”
“How could the lord be so sure!”
“I received urgent notice. “It is said that a blood soul and a demonic craftsman appeared in Janggwiryeong.”
“Huh! Why are you saying that now? Immediately dispatch the Blue Dragon League and kill them… … .”
“It’s because the Hwahong hunting group sent it.”
At Maengju’s words, Jeomchangpa Go Songja’s mouth closed.
As the conference hall became quiet, Hwang Bo-chi, King of the Great Mountain Tiger of the Hwang Bo-sega, shouted in an arrogant voice.
As the head of the Hwangbo family, which had recently grown in power, the Hwangbo family had recently joined the Sokcheon Alliance.
“What is this? It looks like everyone in the world is scared of those killers! If we find out the location of Bigeup, shouldn’t we immediately dispatch the military to retrieve it? Tsk, or I’ll come out and get it back!”
“They hate it when others touch their prey.”
“Others? under! That’s right, it’s a group of assassins. Know who is the dog and who is the owner… “Wow!”
Yu Gwang-gun looked at the red flower made of steel stuck in Hwang Bo-chi’s neck and let out a short sigh.
“Tsk.”
Everyone saw it.
The leader killing a member of the Sokcheon Alliance.
A quiet conference room,
However, the silence is short.
“nice… “Sigh.”
“Fuhahaha!”
“Ahaha!”
They laughed loudly and mocked the dead man, telling him to leave immediately.
“You idiot!”
“Did you not know that the leader was the former leader of the Hwahong Hunting Group? Ahaha!”
“You bug bastard who doesn’t know anything. “I accepted it out of great sincerity, but you don’t even know the subject!”
The topic of the meeting suddenly changed.
“Who will take over the Hwangbo family?”
“Uh-huh, now it’s our turn!”
“It is said that there are mountains of gold and tiger skins in the customs warehouse of the Hwangbo family. “If you keep it to yourself, you might get an upset stomach, hehe!”
They laughed and talked happily for a while.
After the meeting, Hwang Bo-chi’s body was returned to Hwang Bo-sega, but it was not buried in Seonsan.
* * *
[I’ll wait at the top of Sosangsan Mountain, so try to stop me, you bastards.]
He had Hao Wen’s henchmen put up walls everywhere.
Even if you don’t specify a target, they will notice and come running at you.
Two days passed.
A dark night without even the moon.
As expected, ‘red flowers’ arrived.
I activated Raziel’s True Eye and identified the assassins hiding in the shadows.
Nine people in total.
strong.
and.
They are the ‘main body’ of the Hwahong Hunting Group.
fantasy,
