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Ji-Oe, the light swordsman, thought it was absurd.
‘The sword isn’t everything in life?’
How could such a person reach a level that surpasses Gu Tianmu’s kendo and sword play?
I couldn’t believe it.
There is a saying, ‘100 days’ sword, 100 days of spear’, and ‘100 days of sword’.
As such, it is the most difficult of all sword weapons.
Even if you devote your whole life to the sword, it is difficult to achieve even small achievements, but reaching that peak was only possible if your mind was filled with only swords.
‘ha.’
Are you doing this on purpose?
Just to avoid confrontation with yourself.
Ji-e-eul was momentarily troubled by this.
There is a fruit right in front of you that is so delicious that you can’t even imagine just walking away.
It is impossible for a swordsman to retreat without eating this.
In the first place, the essence of martial arts lies in the intention to fight.
‘The opponent is someone who has reached the level of swordplay that can accept everything I have. It may be rude, but if I give up this opportunity, a day like this will never come again.’
-Sigh!
In response, Ji-oe slowly took his hand as a sword soldier.
It was that moment.
-Sureuk! Sreuk!
A sharp sword was touching the back of his hand as he was holding it as a swordsman, and the snake-shaped head of the staff was aimed at his neck.
The owner of the sword was Mara Hyeon of the mask, and the snake staff was Gu Yang So, the leader of the Eight Poisonous Masters.
Ouyang Xiao spoke to him in a low voice.
“My lord refused. Take your hands off me. “Except.”
Jieu’s eyes became sharp at his warning.
I had a feeling of hopelessness about the energy that could not be captured by feeling.
However, both of these were unrivaled experts who had overcome barriers.
Jieu glanced at them both at the same time and opened his mouth.
“······It’s surprising me a lot. You have the masters of Hwagyeong under your command. No, they even subjugated Gu Zhuangzhu, one of the six thousand people, so isn’t that particularly surprising?”
Hearing his words, Mok Kyung-un looked at him indifferently and said.
“Is that all you have to say?”
It was a congratulatory message.
Jieu couldn’t help but be disappointed with himself at Mok Gyeong-un’s indifference, who didn’t show the slightest interest in him.
No matter how low it was, the fact that it couldn’t give him even the slightest interest made me feel like the life I had lived solely for the sake of the sword was truly in vain.
“Please send.”
At the words of Mok Gyeong-un, waving his hand, Gu Yang-so, the head of the Eight Dogs, and Mara Hyeon, the masked leader, withdrew their swords at the same time.
“I understand your fighting spirit and desire to win as a warrior, but leave with this. “Except.”
“you······.”
Ji Oe frowned.
This man clearly has a young face, but why does his way of speaking seem oddly old?
Ji Oe, who had been staring intently at Gu Yang Xiao, turned his head.
And then he spoke to Mok Gyeong-un.
“Are you sure you can’t give me a chance?”
“yes.”
“If you do that, I guess there is no other way than to create opportunities for yourself.”
The words were almost over.
-Pot!
Jieui’s new model kicked off the floor and stretched towards Mokgyeongun.
“Where!”
-Papa papapak!
Ouyang Xiao and Mara Xuan tried to stop him at the same time, but at that moment, his new form evaded them by sliding and reached right in front of them.
‘What law of renewal?’
‘Anit?’
The two masters’ eyes were amazed by Ji-eui’s strange method of reviving.
In particular, when it comes to the Gyeongsinbeop, even Mara Hyeon, who prides himself on being faster than anyone else except for his lord Mok Gyeong-un and his teacher So Ye-rin, was surprised.
Meanwhile, a sharp sword attack from a remote area was rushing towards Mok Gyeong-un between his eyebrows.
however,
-Paaaaaaa!
‘Huh?’
His sword was thrown by a huge force.
-Chrrrrrr!
Jieu, who had been pushed back about five paces, frowned and looked at the person who had pushed him away.
That person was none other than Jae-jeong Jeong, an apostate monk from Shaolin.
‘Huh?’
The reason Ji Oe reacted this way was because Jae-jeong’s history exceeded his expectations.
It certainly seemed like a state of transcendence in terms of feeling.
But even though it was just for a moment, I felt infinite power.
It was as if he had drawn energy from the surroundings.
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“Kkeulkeul, I already wanted to compete, so come on.”
“No way, you…”
He couldn’t even finish speaking.
Someone grabbed his shoulder and tried to push him forward.
He was Marahyeon.
-grasp!
In response, Jieu pointed his shoulders forward in the direction that Mara-hyeon was pushing, lifted his foot backwards, and kicked Mara-hyeon’s head with his back foot.
-puck!
Thanks to this, Marahyun’s new model was pushed forward and almost fell.
In an instant, Mara-hyeon’s eyes became sharp as she corrected the new model.
His body was very flexible for his age.
There were many unexpected movement accidents.
Maybe that’s why I actually wanted to stick with it properly.
-Park!
Mara Hyeon took the standard approach of retreating from the law.
Then Jieu widened the distance and said.
“You’re pretty good, but you’re not the one I want to compete with.”
“If you really want to compete, you just have to beat us all.”
“Huh.”
-Pot!
Mara-hyeon launched a storm-like exorcism toward Jieu, who was sighing.
His continuous kicks created dozens of shadows, and the speed was so fast that my eyes were dizzy.
-Chachachachachachachang!
Jieu pulled out his sword and blocked Marahyeon’s kick, picking out Jinchoman.
Since Heo Cho was just a shadow anyway, he was only focused on targeting Yohyeol.
But at that moment,
-Tatak!
Marahyun’s new model was divided into three.
When the new type was suddenly divided, Jioe quickly switched offense and defense.
Since all three clones had equal strength, it was thought that defense alone would not be able to stop it.
Jiheo’s hands became faster, and the trajectory created by his sword gradually increased.
-Cha-cha-cha-cha-chang!
The leg cavity of Marahyun’s foot collided with the sword cavity of the outside, making a loud metallic sound, and blue sparks flew out in all directions.
The floor of the auditorium split and the aftermath was felt everywhere.
-Papapapap!
Apostolic Monk Jae-jeong clicked his tongue with a dissatisfied expression, flicking away the protruding pieces of stone with his hand.
“Damn it. “This Daengjung tried to compete, but the damn Byeok-an bastard stole the player.”
I wanted to intervene right away, but what fun would it be if the two of them attacked at the same time?
For now, I had no choice but to watch.
Meanwhile, Ji-oe seemed to have found an opening and opened the distance from Mara-hyeon by throwing a vicious sword strike.
-Chaaaaaaa!
Mara-hyeon, who successfully dodged Geomcho, tries to catch up with him again.
-Pot!
At that time, Jae-jae-jeong, who was looking for an opportunity, launched a new weapon and opened fire on Ji-oe.
It was his German literary festival, Bokma Gong Kwon (伏魔攻拳).
In an instant, Jae-jae-jeong, who had penetrated to the front of his chest, unleashed a striking attack, the three-second attack method of the Bokma Gong Fist, and launched the first strike with the force of breaking Ji-oe’s sword.
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
With the Jaejeongjeong’s force pushing so hard, Jieu had no choice but to focus on defense.
I tried to get used to Marahyun’s offense, but it was difficult to immediately adapt to a completely different type of offense.
Thanks to this, Jieu’s new models had no choice but to continue to be pushed back.
“Hahaha! Feel so good! Try blocking this too!”
Jae-jae-jeong, who gained momentum, also performed another first attempt at Bokma Gong-gong.
It was a seven-second type medium-pressure pounding fist.
He gathered his energy all at once and fired a single punch, but the power was so strong that a wave was created and the body of the sword protected by the sword was bent.
‘What kind of merit?’
Ji-oe was dumbfounded, but soon let go of the sword soldier and used a strange tactic.
This meant rotating his sword like a windmill.
-Faaaeaaaaang!
The sword rotated, weakening the wave of power created by Jae-Jeong-Jeong.
At that moment, Jieui opened his eyes to the wave.
The light that passed through the spinning sword flowed through Jae-jeong’s fist and threw his new form back.
-Paaaang! C’mon!
Jae-jae-jeong was pushed away about four paces, and Jae-jae-jeong was able to get rid of Nae-gyeong, which was dug in with his fist, with both feet.
– Quad deud deuk!
The floor cracked due to the internal fluid leaking from both feet.
White steam flowed out of Jaejeongjeong’s mouth after dispelling his energy.
The corner of Ji-Jeong Ji’s mouth was torn to the point where it reached both ears, as if her fighting spirit had increased even though her stomach was tangled and she suffered internal injuries.
“Whoa.”
Jieu sighed.
Although he was also called Samgwang (三狂), he was thought to be the least incompetent of the three because he was only an apostate monk of Shaolin.
But it wasn’t like that at all.
‘This is not someone who can be defeated at once.’
It seemed like at least dozens of herbivores would have to compete to win.
As he clicked his tongue, his eyes turned to Mok Gyeong-un’s other subordinates who were quietly surrounding him.
They were all formidable people.
I thought I could compete with Mok Gyeong-un by a few moves if I just shook them off, but it seemed like it would be impossible.
‘Even my subordinates can’t do anything…’
If you compete with them, you will eventually get tired, and in the end, you will not be able to touch even a single hair of Mo Gyeong-un.
In the end, realizing that his fighting spirit was useless, he gathered his strength and raised his hands.
“what? “Why are you putting your hands up?”
When Ji Oe showed such an attitude when the war spirit was rising for a while, Jae Jae Jeong raised his voice.
Either way, Jieux raised his hands and clearly showed that he had no intention of fighting.
Then he spoke to Mok Gyeong-un.
“I’m sorry. “I tried to be greedy and try to get even a little bit of a deal with you, but even my subordinates couldn’t do anything about it.”
“hey. Put your hands down.”
“I have no intention of fighting anymore.”
“Shut up and put your hands down. You attacked the owner and you think we’ll just let you go? “You have to pay the price.”
“I agree with that.”
Mara-hyeon of Mask also agreed with Jae-jae-jeong’s opinion.
This was the same for other subordinates.
Ouyang Su also snorted and said.
“Surely my lord gave me a chance to step down. “This side also has respect as a subordinate, and you should get paid for what you did.”
“······.”
Surrounded by them, Jieu eventually had to put down his hands.
It was natural for them to come out like this because they had clearly committed a discourteous act to make any further excuses.
‘There’s nothing I can do.’
Since it was something he brought on himself, fighting with them was inevitable.
It was just as I was about to take a nosedive.
“From what I heard, he was in Geogok for 20 years trying to defeat the old Zhou.”
Jieu responded with a light breath to the voice of Mok Gyeong-un.
“······exactly.”
“Then what were you going to do if you competed with me and lost?”
Jieu paused for a moment at this question and then answered as if he had blood on his face.
“The purpose of my life was to defeat Gu Zhou, who transformed me with a sword. However, the purpose has changed since you subjugated the former Zhou.”
“Have I become that target?”
“exactly.”
“Do you think you can win?”
“Not yet.”
“Then what do you plan to do?”
“I planned to follow you until I defeated you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jae-jae-jeong snorted and shouted.
“It’s not that I’m crazy about swords, it’s just that I have no shame. “I’ve never met a guy who is more inactive than this guy.”
To such criticism of Jae-jae-jeong, Ji-e-e-eul responded casually.
“I don’t mind swearing. “As long as I don’t go beyond the scope of my decision to dedicate my life to the sword, I plan to devote myself solely to the sword.”
“So tied to the sword…”
-Sigh!
When Mo Kyung-un raised his hand, Jae-jeong immediately closed his mouth.
When he closed his mouth, Mok Kyung-un sighed and smiled.
“It’s fun to be shameless.”
“······.”
“But I get a lot of compensation for it.”
“cost?”
“Yes, like the old Lord Jang, I do not feed and take care of those who try to defeat me for free.”
“······Then what do you want?”
Jieu asked with a slightly anxious look in his eyes.
Mok Kyung-un responded casually.
“In return for competing, I will receive a year of yours.”
“one year? no way······.”
“Yes, loyalty.”
‘!?’
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