< Episode 62: Mixed blood (2) >
Hong Bong-yuk’s real father-in-law’s daughter, Song-ah, who had fallen after being pushed by the mask’s Geumuiwi, opened her eyes wide.
That was because the face was revealed when the mask broke.
Although it was only half of the size, the walled eyes, tall nose, and that exotic face were clearly closer to those of a Westerner than a Central Plainsman.
“Great person…”
Without realizing it, she called the masked Geumuiwi, or rather, the Geumuiwi within the wall.
Then he covered his face with his hands and insisted.
“Don’t look!”
At that moment, she lowered her head without realizing it.
Even if she had just shouted, she would have been surprised, but for an expert of that level to shout with such deadly force, an ordinary woman could not help but feel her heart pounding.
-Wow!
However, despite seeing her like that, the Geumwiwi in the wall became even more nervous.
He was extremely wary of having his face revealed.
[Inside the wall?]
[Why is this bastard who should be in the West Station here?]
[Damn you son of a bitch!]
It’s a sound I’ve heard before I could even walk.
The numerous discriminations they have received just because they are different from others have made the Geumwiwi in the wall suffer and become mentally closed.
If he hadn’t met the teacher, his life could have taken a turn for the worst.
But he still didn’t want to show his face to anyone.
Geumuiwi, who was covering the exposed area with his hand, glared at Mokgyeongun, who had destroyed his mask like this.
But,
“Why are you so embarrassed?”
“what?”
“I don’t really have any flaws on my face, so why do I cover it up like that?”
At these words, the impression of the Geumwiwi in Byeok-an was horribly distorted.
Is this guy making fun of himself?
Even though my face was exposed and I was sensitive, my blood rushed to the surface.
‘Just like this guy!’
-Papak!
The Geumuiwi within the wall kicked the floor twice.
With that, his divine form dispersed like an afterimage, split into two, and rushed towards Mo Qingyun at the same time.
The two new models, divided into two, were herbivorous at the same time.
‘Songunjang-ryu (送雲掌類) 6th herbal food secret refueling (secret refueling)!’
‘The 4th second-type reverse breaking waveform of the geospheric wave!’
The new type on the left was a smooth rush of fire at a strange angle that made it difficult to estimate the distance, while the new type on the right was a heavy, vicious wave.
‘Is it Yujang (柔掌) or Heavy Kwon (重拳)?’
-Papak!
In response, Mok Gyeong-un also kicked the floor twice.
Then, just like the Geumwiwi in the wall, the new form was divided around with an afterimage.
Seeing this, the eyes of Geumuiwi in the wall became sharp.
‘It is certainly.’
It became absurd.
I was wondering if this could be possible, but this guy was practicing the same magic technique as himself.
What on earth is this?
In the first place, the magic technique of Gyeongshinbeop was not something that could be imitated simply by looking at it.
You can only use it if you know the correct fortune telling techniques and phrases.
But that wasn’t what was important right now.
‘You have to be cool.’
I thought that even if this guy had only superficially followed his method of revitalization, he would not be able to delve into its depth.
In this way, the two new types collided.
-Papa papapak!
The afterimages became intertwined and a strange confrontation unfolded.
The movement of the two afterimages unfolded by the Geumwiwi within the wall, which can certainly be said to be the original, was even more natural.
However, Mok Gyeong-un countered this by using different techniques with both hands.
‘also?’
The fact that both hands were using different techniques was more difficult to deal with than with the alter ego splitting into two.
I don’t know how this was possible, but it was because the power of each of the herbivorous movements with both hands was intact.
-Papapapap!
‘Pfft!“
As a result, the Geumui Committee within the wall had no choice but to be pushed back.
I don’t know what this guy is.
From the moment the Shinhyeong was divided into two using the Gyeongsinbeop, it was as if the mind had been divided into two, and that was not enough, as he was spreading a different Chosik with both hands.
‘He’s like a monster.’
Except for the royal monks and the two in the imperial palace, he was the gold medalist in the wall who was confident that no one in this opening could be his opponent with pure martial arts.
But I never imagined that I would be pushed out of the herbivorous diet.
-Papa papapak!
In the end, Geumuiwi, who could not withstand the formal fight, widened the distance first.
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-Pot!
Of course, there was no way Mok Kyung-un would let him go like that.
I tried to catch up right away.
The eyes of Geumwiwi in the wall, who was glaring at Mok Kyung-un like this, became serious.
As it is now, I can’t beat this guy.
In that case, he had to unleash his secret technique, which could be said to be his full strength.
[If you have not fully mastered the essence of this martial art, the limit to what you can properly handle is second-rate. However, if you are faced with a truly unexpected situation, I will teach you the secret techniques so that you can use the four types of techniques at least for one herbivorous type.]
This was his best secret technique that was taught to him by a teacher.
I was confident that even this monster wouldn’t be able to stop it.
Geumuiwi, who was throwing a new weapon backwards to increase the distance, soon put his foot towards the floor and bent his knees.
with him,
-bang!
He kicked the floor violently,
-Shhhh!
Soon, a strong gust of wind blew, and something strange happened.
The new form of Geumuiwi within the wall was soon divided into four.
‘four?’
A strange look appeared in Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
I thought that dividing the afterimage into two was the limit, but I had no idea that it could be divided into four.
However, the method of fortune telling was completely different from before, and this was not a level of herbivory that could be reproduced at once just by seeing it with the eyes.
The Geumwiwi within the four walls rushed towards Mokgyeongun.
“Ha!”
Herbivores unfold with strong spirit.
-Papa papa papa!
It was made up of four completely different types of martial artists: Kwon, Jang, Toe, and Jo.
However, these martial artists were linked together in a very clever way.
Therefore, its power was of a different level than when the afterimage was divided into two.
The momentum was truly like a storm.
-Pot!
In response, Mok Gyeong-un, who was following Geumuiwi inside the wall, soon widened the distance behind him with his new form.
The Geumwiwi in the wall shouted at him like this.
“Do you think you can avoid it?”
-Papa pa pa pa paak!
For a monster like that to step back, it meant that he couldn’t find a way to destroy his secret power.
I couldn’t miss this golden opportunity.
It was right then.
“At this level, it’s worth a try even though it’s not finished yet.”
-Sreung!
Mok Gyeong-un pulled out the evil sword from the sheath on his back.
The evil sword that appeared from its scabbard radiated strong anticipation along with its sword name.
‘It’s not an ordinary sword.’
Even though it was a treasured sword, it felt somewhat ominous.
But the sword wasn’t the problem.
The moment Mok Gyeong-un raised his sword and took a stance, the atmosphere changed.
A sense of discomfort arose, like a volcano about to explode.
‘what?’
It was Geumuiwi in the wall who was confident of his victory from the moment of the draw.
However, for some reason, this heightened sense of discomfort from Mok Gyeong-un did not increase his fighting spirit, but rather made him alert.
It was that moment.
-Pot!
Mok Gyeong-un, who was taking a stance, swung his sword at him.
The first swordsmanship was not that strong.
It was nothing short of ordinary,
‘Was it rain?’
At this rate, he might have been overly cautious.
Do you think you can deal with the secret four types of swordsmanship with just such an ordinary swordsmanship?
-Papak!
That’s how Saryu and Mok Gyeong-un’s swords collided.
The momentum of Saryu, which raged like a storm as if four masters were working together, was truly devastating.
‘I’m sure we’ll win.’
Although Yegi can sufficiently protect the hands and feet, the Geumuiwi in the wall concentrated the air power even more and converted it into strong energy.
His hands and feet sparkled with blue light.
however,
-Chaeang!
This was when three vehicles collided.
Mok Gyeong-un’s evil sword suddenly turned black.
‘What is this?’
The moment the rivers collided, blue-black sparks flew out and a strong pain rushed to my palm.
As a result, doubts arose within the Gold Council within the wall.
I don’t know what this evil energy of black light is, but it distorts my strength every time it hits me.
But that wasn’t the only problem.
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
‘A herbivorous diet exceeds six diets?’
The sword knowledge contained in Mo Gyeong-un’s sword root was beyond general knowledge.
Rather than leading to the next herbivorous meal, the sword meal continued to unfold, creating a completely unexpected trajectory.
And each time the path is added,
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
‘this!’
The power of herbivory was increasing.
Clearly, even at the moment of hitting the Chosik, several flaws were visible.
However, as the track increased, it became difficult to even find the gaps, let alone the flaws in the geomcho.
What on earth is this sword technique that is becoming stronger and more perfect?
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
It was the moment when Geomsik passed Type 17.
Three of the remnants of Saryu’s herbivore dispersed, and only one image became darker.
At that moment, Mo Kyung-un’s sword stabbed Geumui-wi between the eyes in the wall.
At this, his two pupils shook like crazy.
‘I can’t stop it.’
Without even having time to use my hands, I tried to pierce the black eyebrows.
At the moment before death, numerous memories swirled around Geumuiwi’s mind like a ray of light.
I wondered if I was going to die like this.
It was that moment.
-Park!
The sword that was stabbing me between the eyes with tremendous force soon stopped.
Right before it touches your forehead.
-Gurgling!
However, as if that momentum was not completely killed, blood flowed from between the eyebrows of Geumuiwi within the wall along with a scratch.
-gulp!
As soon as the sword stopped right before death, Geumuiwi in the wall swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
Why did it stop?
I couldn’t understand it at all.
Accordingly, the Geumwiwi within the wall finally asked.
“······Why did it stop?”
In response to his question, Mok Gyeong-un smiled casually and said,
“You almost hurt your face.”
“wound?”
“yes. I felt like if I was going to peel that face, I needed to keep it as intact as possible. But unfortunately, there was one scratch. “Well, this is probably okay.”
– Creepy!
At Mo Gyeong-un’s words, the Geumwiwi inside the wall was shocked for a moment by how absurd it was.
The only reason he stopped his sword was to avoid hurting his own face?
Did you really intend to peel off your own face?
“You guys are out of your mind…”
-Sigh!
At that time, the blade of the evil sword was pointed at the neck of Geumuiwi in the wall.
It seemed as if the black, ugly spirit was about to cut off his head at any moment.
“I said the face had to be fine, but I never said it wouldn’t kill me. So let’s calm her excitement.”
“······.”
The Geumwiwi within the wall was speechless at this threat from Mokgyeongun.
It was a complete defeat.
I couldn’t be a match for this monster.
Since this was an opponent that he could not possibly defeat even with the secret techniques taught to him, the outcome may have been predetermined from the beginning.
Geumuiwi, who was looking down at the evil sword touching his neck, asked.
“······Let me know when I’m going to die anyway.”
“What?”
“The swordsmanship that defeated the four styles… “What’s your name?”
“Oh, this sword method?”
“okay.”
I wanted to know at least this one thing.
Since it is a sword technique that surpasses the secret techniques taught by the teacher, it will certainly be renowned.
But something unexpected came out of Mo Gyeong-un’s mouth.
“Hmm. What should I do with this?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I haven’t been able to come up with a name for the sword technique because I’ve only been able to make one Chosik.”
“What…what?”
The moment he heard those words, Geumuiwi’s mind instantly went white.
What did you hear just now?
I thought that this rigorous, world-class sword technique would definitely be a great sword technique with a great reputation.
But this guy made it himself?
‘under······.’
It’s even absurd.
What kind of being was he competing against?
How can you say that you made this amazing swordfish yourself?
“······I can’t believe it. “You created this world-class sword plant?”
“Is there any reason to lie to the person you are about to kill?”
‘!!!!!’
At Mo Gyeong-un’s words, the Geumuiwi within the walls were left speechless.
If what this guy said was true, it was even more shocking.
It was not just that he was a natural martial artist, but that he competed against a monster with the qualities of a great master and lost.
‘A person like this really existed?’
I was truly surprised.
I can’t believe I’m competing with a monster that is capable of inventing martial arts on its own.
The face of Geumuiwi, who was despairing of defeat and even feeling empty, soon became relaxed.
I even felt something fortunate.
Perhaps it was the best death situation a warrior could face.
How and when do you meet such an enemy?
‘Yes, it was better.’
Anyway, my life is at the mercy of that guy.
I don’t think it would be a bad idea to die now without causing trouble to the teacher.
Is it because my mind is in order?
Geumuiwi in the wall spoke to Mokgyeongun with a carefree look on his face.
“I have no regrets anymore. “Kill him.”
‘Hoo.’
At his words, Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes sparkled with interest.
I have met many people so far, but I have never met someone who truly puts everything in order and accepts it in the face of death.
But this man was truly accepting his own death.
He is truly a unique human being.
“Hurry up and kill me.”
The Geumwiwi within the wall spoke again.
Mok Gyeong-un, who was looking at him intently, opened his mouth.
“It’s nice that it’s neat, but before I kill you, can I ask you one thing?”
In response to this question, the gold medalist in the wall spoke firmly.
“Just because I accepted defeat cleanly doesn’t mean I have an obligation to tell you everything about me. So kill him.”
This was the last pride.
And it was obvious that he would ask anyway.
It must be something like why the Imperial Palace Cheonho himself is a westerner within the walls.
I didn’t really want to fight over something like this before I died.
However, contrary to his expectations, completely different words came out of Mok Gyeong-un’s mouth.
“is that so? That’s such a shame. “I was curious as to why they were carrying bugs in their stomachs.”
‘!!!!!!’
The moment he heard those words, his eyes, which had prepared him for death, widened.
What the hell is this guy?
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