Episode 322 You Didn’t Fail.
A fierce aura emanated from Sobakta’s body.
I wasn’t that upset when they said that the school wouldn’t allow you to go to war. I expected that.
But when I was told to wash my face, I felt an indescribable sense of insult. My pride was seriously hurt.
‘Are you that strong?’
The ghost’s cries echoed throughout the area, oppressing the sword dance.
Although it was a magic skill that had not yet reached its peak, it was the greatest magic skill of all time.
Cheonmahosingong was activated to protect Geommu-geuk’s body. As Geommu-geuk stood there with a relaxed expression, Sobaekta raised his internal energy even further.
‘Are you really that strong?’
It was really strong. Rather than being overwhelmed by the ghosts, he started to walk briskly towards Sobakta.
“What do you have that you’re making such a fuss about? It’s not like you stole the back alley punks’ kiryu, what on earth do you have that makes you talk about unification of the outside world and dream of unification of the martial arts world?”
The sword dance approached Sobakta.
“You don’t think this crazy tattoo on your face will lead you to victory in war?”
The moment a determination flashed across Sobakta’s eyes, another of his cards was turned over.
A crimson aura flowed out from both eyes and began to merge with the ghost energy that had appeared earlier.
In that moment, the sword dance was recognizable.
‘That energy is not the spirit of the Great Heavenly Demon!’
The next moment, the surroundings changed as a crimson aura enveloped Geommugeuk.
The place where the sword dance was taking place was not the main hall.
The surroundings were as if the walls and floor were shaking as if they were alive. This place, where I felt like I was inside the intestines of a beast, was a place I had been to.
Yes, that space was created by Hwan-yeo, the woman in the flower garden!
However, it felt different from the space that Hwan-yeo had created. The color was different, and the shape was different. I could feel both the energy of the Angcheon Daemagi of the Pungcheon Sect leader and the energy of Hwan-yeo that I had felt before.
‘Two martial arts combined!’
The combined energy was even more powerful. Of course, the person who combined the two martial arts was Hwan-wang.
The reason why So Baek-ta felt like something had changed was not because he had been under the influence of the spirit-binding technique. The two powerful martial arts combined and affected his personality. And the King of Hwan’s persuasion and brainwashing must have been added to that.
The King of Huan gave him his martial arts skills to make him stronger?
No way! If it had that effect, he would have stolen Sobakta’s martial arts and absorbed them into himself.
‘The end of this combined martial arts is death.’
Geommu-geuk was certain. The man named Hwan-wang had already shown it in his life before his return. He was a man who only cared about himself.
At the front of this space was a wall with a human face sticking out of it.
On the other side, someone poked his face out.
“You asked me to show you, Young Master?”
The face that emerged from behind the thin curtain was Sobakta. His voice resonated strangely.
“I can’t kill you since you’ve mastered the art of the Nine-Handed Demon. Instead, I can imprison you here forever.”
The confidence of the martial arts world comes from this. This powerful martial arts technique is believed to be able to imprison even the leader of the Demonic Cult.
Naturally, his last defeat was also known. If King Huan had taught him martial arts, he would have believed that he would help. With this combined martial arts, even King Huan would help?
Now I could understand his excitement and confidence.
“What kind of martial art is this?”
So Baek-ta answered the question of the sword dance confidently.
“Angcheonhyeolryeongsul (Heavenly Blood Command Technique)!”
He felt a strong enough aura to be confident. However, this was no different from taking the unstable internal energy booster Gwangbok that the Apostle had sold earlier.
“Don’t you know that if you become strong in this way, you will have to pay a price?”
Sobakta laughed. His expression, revealed through the rippling curtain, showed no sign of anxiety.
“Shouldn’t you be the ones paying the price? You who have been relying only on the Nine-Handed Demonic Cultivation and have become complacent! What do you think? Have you seen my abilities enough now?”
There was no answer from Geommu-geuk. Sobakta asked him, who was lost in thought.
“What are you thinking about?”
How can I hear about the Huan Wang from you?
“I was wondering how I could get out of here.”
When Geommugeuk pulled out the Black Magic Sword, Sobakta laughed.
“The film looks thin, so it looks like it might tear easily.”
So Baek-ta, who was shaking the curtain with a leisurely laugh, never knew.
In the eyes of the swordsman who has demonstrated the blood stability essence and the divine eye technique, a bluish line that can destroy the barrier can be seen.
Of course, not all sabotage methods were so easy to find. There were also illusions and sorcery that could only be found after overcoming life-or-death dangers, such as the fight with the old Soul Demon Lord.
But at least the method of breaking through the barrier of the Great Wall was clearly visible to Geommu-geuk’s eyes.
Shhh!
The black magic sword lightly sliced through the air.
Jeeeeek.
The curtain tore as if a piece of cloth had been torn. The wind caused So Baek-ta, who had been sticking his face into the curtain, to stick his head inside.
He was astonished, his eyes wide open. Even the sword dance did not leave a single scratch on his face as it cut through the curtain.
“how?”
Geommugeuk reached out and grabbed Sobakta by the collar, who was on the other side of the wall, and pulled him in.
Sobakta was dragged into that place.
Geommugeuk looked down at him as he fell to the floor and spoke coldly.
“Did you say you’d never be able to leave here? Are you sure you’d be with me for the rest of your life?”
Sobakta reflexively eliminated the space. I thought it would return to the Kyojujeon as the space disappeared.
Sssssut.
They returned to their original space.
“!”
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Sobakta was surprised.
I memorized the spell to eliminate space and clearly returned to the sect. But I was dragged back to that space again.
I recited the spell again. But the walls and floor only shook and shook, and the space I had created did not disappear.
‘Something’s wrong!’
He was inwardly perplexed. Ever since he learned how to create this space, he had never failed to escape from it.
His gaze turned to the torn wall.
‘Is that why?’
When I looked around, it was similar to the space I had created, but different. The colors were different, and the feeling was different.
‘Something changed when I tore that thing apart!’
Sobakta’s heart sank at the unknown ominous feeling.
“Try again calmly.”
I tried again at the end of the sword dance, but the space still did not disappear.
Sobakta ran to the wall of the Great Wall and tried to go back to the place where Geommu-geuk had torn it. However, a new wall had appeared behind the torn wall.
I tried to tear the barrier by injecting it with energy, but it only grew longer and was of no use.
Sobakta looked back at Geommugeuk and shouted.
“You tear down that wall again.”
Geommu-geuk drew his sword and swung it at the curtain. However, the curtain did not tear. No matter how much he stabbed or cut, the curtain only stretched and rippled.
“How did you tear it just now?”
“I don’t know. I got angry when I saw your face teasing me, so I tore it. Do you have to stick your face in there to tear it?”
Geommugeuk asked again, but Sobakta didn’t answer. He didn’t know either.
“I’ll be able to get out somehow. Surely I can’t?”
Unlike the somewhat leisurely sword dance, Sobakta’s fear was growing.
That peaceful person doesn’t know how scary this place is. If he doesn’t get rid of the space, he’ll starve to death here.
“Are you losing your energy?”
Sobakta examined his own internal energy and shook his head.
Geommugeuk said, leaning against the wall.
“That’s fortunate. If not, I would have died from exhaustion of my innate energy. Rest and try again later.”
What Geommugeuk said was right. It wasn’t a problem that could be solved by getting excited.
Sobakta calmly examined the wall. The wall’s movements, which were squirming like entrails, were slowing down, and its color was gradually darkening. The wall was dying.
“Did you think that there would be no side effects when combining another magic skill with such a great magic skill as the Angcheon Daemagi?”
Yes, I did. I believed that there would be no side effects from Sobaekta. There haven’t been any so far.
He sat down on the Sobakta seat and started eating breakfast. He wanted to calm his mind and fill his internal energy so that he could try again with a new mind.
When he opened his eyes after a long time, Geommugeuk was examining the wall.
Sobakta calmly recited the spell to eliminate space again. But it was still a failure.
It was just then.
Gulp.
Blood began to flow from the walls on all sides.
The blood continued to flow down the wall, as if to signal that death was imminent.
Sobakta looked around in surprise and despaired.
“There is no place for the blood to drain.”
Blood began to pool on the floor. If the blood continues to rise like this, I will eventually drown and die.
Drowning in blood and dying in an illusion you created yourself? And with the leader of the Demonic Cult at that?
Sobakta was so shocked and dumbfounded that he stood there for a moment in a daze.
Then suddenly, a fierce hostility surged up. So Baek-ta drew up his stamina. A red energy began to gather in both of his hands.
“It’s all your fault!”
Sobakta stretched out his hand to unleash his energy towards Geommugeuk, but Geommugeuk was one step faster. He rushed towards the dark shadow and struck.
Phew!
The white-tailed eagle that had been hit in the chest flew away, hit the wall, and fell to the ground.
Geommu-geuk caught him from the blood and lifted him up, suppressing his internal energy. Before he knew it, the blood was rising up to his knees.
“Why me? It’s because of you who can’t even destroy what you created, and yet insists on unifying the world.”
Geommugeuk struck Sobakta on the back of the head without mercy.
“This is your master’s job! Your master came back after meeting you and said, ‘Oh my, you crazy bastard, I should have hit you on the back of the head.’”
So Baek-ta gritted his teeth. He was furious, but now was not the time to fight Geommu-geuk. His blood was rapidly rising.
Sobakta felt fear as he looked at the rising blood. It was the first time he felt the fear of death.
In the midst of all this, the sword dance stimulated him.
“If your master gave you the position of leader, you should have thought about protecting it. What are you going to do when you can’t protect the blessings that were given to you!”
“Blessing? What kind of blessing?”
The words, “Blessed,” were like sore points to him.
“I was originally supposed to inherit the position of cult leader!”
“It’s good because you inherited it earlier, right?”
“Good? At that time, I wasn’t ready to become the leader. I was supposed to inherit the position when I cultivated further and became the Great Star of the Heavenly Demonic Cult. But my master threw the position of leader away from me.”
Things that had been buried deep in my heart burst out.
“He told me that I should not worry because there are many people who follow him. Don’t make me laugh! Those people follow the Master, not me. Why don’t you know that? Why don’t you know that what you say in front of the Master is different from what you say in front of me?”
Before I knew it, the blood had risen to my stomach.
“Do you know what I was like after my master left? Every single day was a bed of thorns. Wasn’t someone trying to take my place? Wasn’t someone secretly ignoring me? I couldn’t even sleep properly, afraid of being assassinated. And what? Even if everyone else says the same thing, shouldn’t you be the only one who doesn’t? You don’t even know how I’ve been doing.”
The sword dance could tell. The slight sting he felt from time to time was caused by resentment towards his master.
He should have persevered and overcome by putting ‘thanks to’ in place of ‘because’, but unfortunately he couldn’t do that.
“He was the only one who understood me.”
The King of Huan would have dug into the gaps of his resentment, anger, and fear.
Sobakta wanted to say this. That guy is a hundred times better than his f*cking master.
“He said he was the last descendant of the Blood Cult.”
That is not wrong. After King Hwan and Lady Hwan, no more martial arts of the Blood Sect appeared.
“He said he had been trying to live a quiet life, but he changed his mind when he saw me being abandoned by my master and becoming the leader.”
The King of Hwan would have pretended to be the greatest strength to a man at his weakest moment. He would have melted his heart by teaching him the magic of the Blood Sect.
Sobakta looked at his face in the blood that had now risen to his chest. Then, suddenly, using the blood as a mirror, he began to dip his face in the blood and draw the last pattern on his face.
Of the three patterns, it was a weathering pattern drawn on the face of a dead person. Of course, it was not drawn well with blood.
“I wanted to go to the battlefield with the thousand-year-old painting that person had drawn.”
The moment he heard those words, Geommugeuk knew.
“Could it be that he was the painter of the Kyojujeon?”
Sobakta nodded, perhaps thinking that this was the end.
“He is the one who taught me how to draw facial features.”
It was finally the moment when it was revealed where the King of Hwan had been hiding.
“He is the one who showed me how to live and how great a person I am.”
The blood has now risen to his chin.
‘Am I going to die now?’
Suddenly, So Baek-ta met Geommu-geuk’s eyes. There was an inexplicable joy in Geommu-geuk’s clear and deep eyes.
“What are you laughing at? What’s so great about showing off until the end?”
“If it were a normal day, I would have been showing off a lot, but today I held back a lot.”
The words that followed were even more incomprehensible.
“Your attempt to eliminate space did not fail. I just succeeded.”
“what?”
“Now that I think about it, I guess I’ll be your priest here.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You wouldn’t know because it was only passed on to me.”
Blood rose up to my face, so I had to crawl to talk.
“Your master always does this when he opens and closes it.”
Geommugeuk raised his hand out of the blood.
Sobakta instinctively felt that something was wrong. But that thought was fleeting, as blood rose to the two people’s faces.
Just as he was sinking into the blood, the finger of the swordsman who had been sticking out snapped.
