< Episode 117 Gratitude (1) >
-Purrrrr!
The bamboo pole in Jin Ye-rin’s arms trembled strongly.
what?
Why does the bamboo pole tremble uncontrollably?
She was puzzled and took it out of her arms out of desperation.
The rolled up bamboo pole was shaking violently, and I was the only one trying to straighten it.
It was that moment.
-Park!
“oh!”
At that time, the bamboo stick in her hand was forcibly blown away by an invisible force.
It was a formality.
The person who stole it was none other than Mokgan’s alter ego, who had a scary look on his face.
“no!”
Jin Ye-rin, who was embarrassed because Mok Gyeong-un was sucked into the bamboo stall, tried to snatch it back by throwing a new type, but missed the opportunity due to the hand holding her back.
The person who captured her was none other than the ghost sword.
The ghost sword shook his head.
If he had thrown a sword to retrieve the bamboo stick, he would have been fatally injured by Mokgan’s clone.
-Purrrrr!
Mokgan held the trembling bamboo stick and opened his mouth.
“What is this?”
“······.”
Jin Ye-rin kept her mouth shut in response to his question.
It was impossible to answer that there was Mok Gyeong-un in there.
however,
-Wood-dud-dud-duk!
‘!!!!!!!’
At that moment, Mokgan’s clone trembled and grabbed the bamboo pole that was trying to unfold on its own, breaking it.
Jin Ye-rin’s pupils shook violently as she looked at the broken bamboo pole in a clutched form.
From the moment I was so nervous and it broke, I didn’t do that anymore.
‘ah······.’
I thought it was a sign of Mokgyeongun’s return.
No, that was highly likely.
But before I could, my hopes were dashed.
Mokgan’s clone seemed to have sensed her reaction, raising the corners of its mouth and said.
“It would be a shame to get blocked before we could even try.”
“······.”
“Looking at the energy coming from the bamboo cage, is it given to you by the woman who took you out of there?”
“······”
“It seems like it was quite a secret move. “Hehehe.”
“······”
Jin Ye-rin was caught in despair and did not respond.
-Jump, jump, jump!
Seeing her like this, Mokgan’s clone slowly approached her with a look of interest on her face.
In fact, it could have been finished right away, but the wooden tablet was cautious.
Because the woman in front of me was the bloodline of the Jin family.
He was called the greatest sword in the world during the Nine Murim era, and was thought to have killed all of his family members who inherited the blood of the man who even killed the corrupted dragon.
However, at the place where he came to kill the Heavenly Demon after drinking gold wine, he discovered the surviving bloodline.
“This time, I will definitely cut off that lineage.”
“ha······. ha······.”
-Wow!
Jin Ye-rin bit the back of the hand holding the sword.
The purpose was to revive the senses by causing pain since there was no force involved.
Mokgan’s clone snorted at this sight.
“Is this the limit?”
“······shut up.”
“It looks like we overreacted. “I was wondering if there was a trick he had prepared by revealing himself after hiding so well, but was it just a coincidence?”
Jin Ye-rin was truly angry at Mok-gan’s provocation.
If you lose your composure in this situation where you are pushed even after joining forces, things will end up doing whatever the guy wants.
Jin Ye-rin responded in a calm voice.
“That’s your truth.”
“what?”
“They say that when you grow up and look at the lid of your heart, you are so afraid of our true value that you are so wary?”
Mokgan reacted angrily to her response.
He felt uncomfortable, but he seemed to be trying not to show it.
Jin Ye-rin, who noticed this, provoked him further.
“Well, if there was a time when there was a person called the best in the world, there wouldn’t have been an insidious imamang like you who steals other people’s bodies and lives as a parasite.”
“parasitism?”
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“Do you not think I know that without another person’s body, I am nothing more than an eyeball?”
-Wow!
As soon as the words were finished, blood vessels began to protrude around the third eye on Mokgan’s forehead.
The provocation seemed to have worked.
“How dare something worse than a mere insect…”
It was that moment.
The ghost sword, which was constantly looking for an opportunity, launched a new weapon.
He also had a time when he shared a body with the third eye, so he knew exactly what this being’s weaknesses were.
Of course it was those eyes on the forehead.
Even though he was injured in the leg, he used a lightning-like light attack and in an instant, the ghost sword flew into the blind spot of the wooden tablet and tried to stab his eye with the sword sword.
however,
-Pot!
Mokgan’s clone, which avoided the attack by lightly turning its head before it reached the sword’s body, kicked the sword’s abdomen.
-puck!
The moment his kick reached his abdomen, the demon sword wrapped around his leg and grabbed him.
-Park!
‘!?’
The real target wasn’t himself.
Before he knew it, Jin Ye-rin, who appeared behind Mokgan’s alter ego in a godlike form like the wind, attempted to cut off his head.
‘I’m dead!’
-Wow!
-Chaeang!
But her sword could not reach Mokkan’s clone’s neck.
This was because Mokgan, with his back turned to the side, caught the flying blade with his left hand.
The sword force generated by the Seoncheonjin Qi is much stronger than the normal force energy and even has the power to suppress the magical power of Imae Mangryang.
-Pachachachachang!
Mokgan’s alter ego was truly a monster.
Even though he was a self-immolation, his magical power surpassed that of his original Qi, and he ended up breaking her sword.
-Chaenggang!
And with the blade that was broken like that,
-Pot! Sigh!
It flew at Jin Ye-rin and pierced her left shoulder.
If she hadn’t turned around for a moment, her heart would have been pierced instead of her shoulder and she might have died.
However, the shoulder was penetrated and the balance was lost.
-closely!
Mokgan’s clone grabbed her by the neck.
In order to save Jin Ye-rin, the ghost sword that was wrapping one arm around the leg of Mok-gan’s clone drew out all the remaining true energy and tried to break the leg.
-puck!
Mokgan’s clone snorted and kicked the demon sword in the face with its other foot.
With a sound as if the facial bones were being crushed, the demon sword was thrown away with a deathly scream.
-thud! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
The flying sword went through the bamboo and fell to the ground.
Gwigeom, whose face was sunken and disfigured, tried hard to raise his body, but it was no use.
“Off.”
His body seemed to have reached its limit and could no longer move.
Mokgan’s clone, who was looking at the ghost sword indifferently, soon lifted Jin Ye-rin, who was clutching her neck, and said.
“Now the struggle is over. “The last lineage of the Jin family.”
“Knock knock!”
-Park! Pop!
Jin Ye-rin struggled to shake off Mok-gan’s clone’s hand, but most of her Innate True Qi had already been used up and she had no strength to escape.
The sight of him suffering from suffocation was even gruesome.
Mokgan’s clone seemed to be enjoying this, and the corners of his mouth were reaching up to his earlobes.
‘It’s over.’
Although he lost two precious clones, the few remaining, he safely obtained the golden art of combining the souls into one, and treated even the last bloodline of the Jin family in this way, so it was not a loss.
“Hmm…”
Jin Ye-rin’s body gradually lost strength.
Mokgan was satisfied with the sight of her with a white face and limp limbs, and tried to twist her neck to ensure the end.
But it was that moment.
-Kwazijijik!
The sound of something being torn apart was heard from somewhere.
What does this mean?
Mokgan’s clone looked puzzled and turned his head towards the source of the sound.
‘!?’
That place was none other than the floor where the bamboo pole he had broken fell on.
Mokgan’s clone frowned.
That was because the third eye on his forehead showed a torn space centered around the place where the broken bamboo stem had fallen.
‘what?’
It was at that moment.
-Startle!
At that moment, a black line passed through the air.
‘This?’
As soon as he saw this, Mokgan’s clone realized that it was a sword with all its power, and hurriedly tried to remove the hand that was holding Jin Yerin’s neck.
-Wow!
‘!?’
His wrist was already cut.
And before I knew it, Jin Ye-rin, who was in front of me, was no longer visible.
At this, the eyes on his forehead moved quickly.
The eyes that were moving like that were fixed on someone about thirty paces away.
There, a handsome young man with flowing black hair was seen holding Jin Ye-rin.
He was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.
“Cluck cluck!”
When Mo Kyung-un removed the severed hand that was holding on to her neck, Jin Ye-rin, who had regained her breath, started coughing like crazy.
Jin Ye-rin, who was coughing like that, was surprised.
She thought that there was no way for Mokgyeongun to return because the bamboo pole was broken.
But what happened?
While she was wondering, Mok Kyung-un put her down and said.
“Stay here.”
“Cluck cluck…. “A certain woodworker…”
“It will be handled quickly.”
With those words, Mok Gyeong-un turned around and walked towards Mok-gan’s clone.
Seeing this, Mokgan’s clone snorted as if it was absurd.
“Can you handle it quickly?”
-Srurr!
Mokgan’s clone spoke, holding up his severed left hand that was rapidly regenerating.
“Do you think the same luck as last time will happen again? “At the time, because I was in a new body, I couldn’t properly digest even a few percent of my body’s power, but now it’s different.”
-Sureuk!
As soon as those words were finished, Mokgan’s clone’s divine form blurred and disappeared.
In an instant, he reached in front of Mok Gyeong-un and tried to quickly stab the sword between his eyes.
-Wow!
Before I could do that, a sharp sensation passed through my wrist.
Through his eyes, he saw a red line forming and splitting off the arm holding his test paper.
‘!?’
-Pot!
Mokgan’s clone hurriedly widened the distance between him and Mokgyeongun.
There was embarrassment in his eyes, which had been so relaxed just a moment ago.
‘······What on earth is this?’
What happened?
I couldn’t even see him swinging his sword properly.
Even though I was watching the movements with my third eye precisely to avoid letting down my guard.
‘Something······. ‘It’s changed.’
It was different from when I dealt with him at the Cheonjihoe.
As I was unable to move quickly due to a strange sense of alertness, Mok Gyeong-un approached me and said.
“Are you afraid? “Why are you distancing yourself?”
At that question, Mokgan’s alter ego’s expression became horribly distorted for an instant.
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