Absolute Return Episode 372
Episode 372: The fist asks and the sword answers.
The moment of decisive battle that would change the fate of the Apostolic Alliance has finally arrived.
Baek Ja-gang just standing there and Baek Ja-gang with his sword drawn were completely different people.
The air around me began to flow differently.
Baekjagang began to make even the flow of air its own.
Byeoncheon and Ilrang pushed their men far back. They couldn’t intervene in the fight between the leader and the king anyway, and there was no one with the skills to do so.
Visain also stood side by side with Geommugeuk and silently watched the leader and the king.
This was the first time I had ever seen my master engage in a life-or-death battle with someone. Naturally, I believed that my master would win. However, the reason I was so nervous was not because I doubted the leader’s abilities.
Because it is the path he must take. When he becomes the leader of the Apostles, a day like this will come for him too.
I wonder what kind of person I am standing there?
Geommu-geuk felt the Cheonmahosingong being activated on its own. Cheonmahosingong, which had reached the Great Castle, was warning him that he was standing in a space controlled by someone. Now, he had reached a state where his mind and martial arts were one.
The gaze of the swordsman turned to the king. If he had felt the change in the air, the king would have felt it too.
So, what are we going to do?
The king slowly raised his hand.
Pfft!
He clenched his fist and struck his left palm hard with his right hand. That was how he struck his palm with his fist when he first confronted the Apostolic Alliance soldiers here.
Doo-woooong!
The waves that spread out from the King’s hand shook the air currents controlled by Baekjagang.
But the space was not broken.
Paaang!
The surroundings vibrated with a louder sound. I tried to somehow dig through the gap and refresh the surroundings, but the space Baekjagang created did not break. The space was saying this.
From now on, even breathe with my permission.
However, the king of the fight was not at all afraid. He had his own secret to counter his opponent’s momentum. He concentrated his mind. Then, in his eyes, everyone except Baek Ja-gang began to appear in black and white.
Only the Baekjagang, the object of the fight, appears in its original color, while the rest have become monochrome like an ink painting.
That wasn’t all. In the black and white, if someone pulled out a sword or used internal energy, only that part would be highlighted in red. That’s why, even if you entered a space with hundreds of people, you could immediately tell who was the most dangerous opponent.
It was his own secret technique created through intense concentration training.
But today he had a special experience.
It was impossible to remove the color from one person. The person whose color did not disappear even though he was not the target of the fight was none other than Geommugeuk.
No matter how much he tried to kill his presence, the color of the sword dance did not disappear. The opponent’s presence was overcoming his concentration.
‘How on earth?’
When the King of Fighters looked at the sword dance, the eyes of the Apostolic Alliance warriors naturally turned to the sword dance. Their eyes were filled with goodwill. After all, he was the one who saved their lives today.
After examining the corpses of his men, the king spoke calmly.
“You are the variable that created this result.”
Then the sword dance answered.
“How could it be because of me that they died? Because of you who plotted to devour the Apostolic Alliance. Because of their greed that joined hands with you. Because of the will of these people here who risked their lives to fight with you for the Apostolic Alliance and their comrades.”
The sword dance saw through the king’s inner thoughts.
“Anyway, weren’t you planning on killing and annihilating all of the subordinates who died earlier when you became the leader of the Apostles?”
He was planning a heroic tale of the blind instructor ascending to the position of the leader of the Apostles. He couldn’t possibly spare those who had been mobilized in the past.
“That’s why you could be so calm.”
The King of the Apostles could not deny it. Because it was true. The moment he became the leader of the Apostles, he was determined to throw everything away and fill it with new things.
“So, stop blaming others and go home safely to your lord.”
Geommugeuk bowed his head to Baekjagang and said.
“Then please do so.”
He asked politely, as if only the leader could do this.
“Only the Lord can remove this interest.”
In front of his subordinates, Geommu-geuk showed the utmost respect and courtesy. Baek Ja-gang suddenly remembered what Geommu-geuk had said before.
―My honor is not in my looks. I want to come back safely and see my people. I want to come back safely and have a drink with them and talk to them.
Baek Ja-gang looked at Bisain. Yes, he also had a reason to go back.
The moment Geommu-geuk finished speaking, the King of Fighters saw the color drain from Geommu-geuk’s body. He saw him completely handing over this fight to the Apostle Lord and killing his own presence.
‘This is really awesome!’
The King stretched his body as if he was stretching. He felt good. As long as there were opponents like this, he could fight like crazy. Thinking about the great joy he would feel when killing these people, he felt a desire to win at any cost.
Bang! Paaang! Paaaaang!
The sound of palms and fists clashing resonated like the sound of drums raising the momentum of a fighting king.
In this fight, Baek Ja-gang did not yield the initiative.
He did not see his opponent as a man, but as a killer. He was a man who would do anything, so he was determined not to reveal any weaknesses.
The moment Baekjagang’s new form flashed, he was swinging his sword in front of the king.
Shhhhh!
It was a fatal attack aimed at the King’s neck.
Taang!
The King of Fighters flicked the blade with his finger and punched Baek Ja-gang in the chest.
The Baekjagang sword that had bounced off returned like a water spring and struck upward in a semicircle.
In this way, the two people’s attacks intersected in straight lines and curves.
When the first attack was over, the king stepped down lightly about ten steps away.
Bam.
The front of the king’s clothes was torn.
Baekjagang’s sword was even faster, and the king gave up on attacking and pulled back.
A look of joy crossed the king’s face as he looked down at the cut hem of his clothes.
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“Really strong… … .”
Before he could finish speaking, a black line was passing over where his mouth had been.
Shhhh!
Dodging that quick attack, the King of Fighters’ fist flew into Baekjagang’s face. His attack was so fast that his arm was invisible.
Pfft!
The space where Baekjagang’s face had been burst apart. It was a powerful attack that would have shattered anything that had a form in the air.
Baekjagang’s sword slashed diagonally, avoiding the King’s fist. Even though it was an attack that minimized the blind spot that could be avoided, the King dodged the attack and even counterattacked.
Even though they didn’t use the Dokmun martial arts that required great internal energy, a terrifying attack and defense with lives at stake continued.
The confidence that they could kill each other with one blow of a sword or one blow shot out towards each other like light.
To those watching, all they could see were dozens of lines. They were created and disappeared, created and disappeared. The moment that one line touched the body, it was a line of death that would decide victory or defeat in an instant.
It was also a workshop where you could learn the basics as a warrior. It was a conversation between sword and fist, stabbing, cutting, dodging, throwing punches, something you could never learn with a flashy beginner. The fist asked, and the sword answered. The sound was like the wind, or the sound of rain.
Phew!
Then, with the sound of a drum exploding, the two people fell.
“Hoo, hoo.”
The breathing of the king suddenly became rough. You could tell how difficult the attack and defense exchange was just now. On the other hand, Baek Ja-gang’s breathing was stable. You could tell whose fundamentals were better by this breathing.
Baekjagang did not give the king a moment to rest.
The black sword of Baekjagang, which rushed in in a flash, was fast and accurate.
The dangerous attack was blocked by the king by swatting it away with the back of his hand.
Swish! Swish!
Baekjagang’s sword began to cut through space. It was a terrifying attack that would cut out any life that stayed there.
The first step back from the king came.
At that moment, when it seemed as if he was being pushed back, the King of Fighters’ fist flew in with an unusually light whoosh.
Normally, I would have just lightly struck it with my sword. It was a light attack that could have been done.
Baek Ja-gang instinctively felt a sense of crisis and desperately twisted his body away from the fist.
Hooooooooooooo!
With a huge wind noise.
Kwakwakwakwakwang!
The ground and grass behind them were swept away, creating a huge, straight-line crater. It was a tremendous attack that even the trees and rocks in the distance disappeared.
If I hadn’t realized that the essence of the book was contained in that one move that seemed light, I would have suffered a pretty serious injury.
The Visain who had been watching clenched his fist. Would he have been able to sense the power contained in that light fist? No. It was a skill on a completely different level from the one he had fought before.
Although the King of Fighters was a heartless man who treated his subordinates’ lives like worn-out shoes, at least his martial arts skills were high.
Baekjagang recognized his opponent’s martial arts skills.
“Yeonhwanpungunfist!”
The martial arts of Mak Yeo, who was once called the god of battle.
“As expected! You know what I mean.”
“If it’s the Yeonhwanpungunfun, then I can acknowledge it.”
An intense light poured out from Baekjagang’s eyes.
Against that momentum, the King of Tou stood in place and struck down Jin-gak.
Bam!
Oh my god!
The ground split open in all directions like a spider web.
A single line passed between the sword dance and the non-singing.
The Visanians felt uneasy because they had to pass right between them. Was it foreshadowing some kind of ominous future?
At that moment, Geommu-geuk jumped over the split line and stood next to him. Then, he silently watched the fight.
‘Ah! This is it.’
If it could have just come to this, what were you worrying about? What on earth were you worrying about?
If someone were to ask me what kind of person Geommugeuk is, I can now answer. He is someone who crosses the line first.
I was always the one who was disappointed, but he was the one who came running first. He came over and asked me to be his friend. He didn’t even have the pride to think about whether he should go or ask me to come.
Visain watched the side profile of the swordsman.
The way he got caught up in the fight was the most serious I’ve ever seen him do. This is the appearance of the unmanned sword dance.
‘… … Even if you approached me with the intention of killing me.’
The gaze of the non-sign was also directed towards the fight. In the meantime, I missed dozens of moves, but that was okay. Learning this one way of casually crossing the line would help me grow even more.
Because the jump he was making just now was much more difficult for him than the jump he had just made.
Unable to withstand Baekjagang’s attack, the touwang flew into the sky.
Baekjagang then rose up.
The two flew up at a terrifying speed and disappeared from sight in an instant. Only Geommu-geuk, who had mastered the Shinanjutsu, noticed what was happening in the sky above.
After a while, someone fell down at a frightening speed.
Bam!
I was thrown to the ground.
The person who fell with such an impact that the surrounding area was dented was Towang.
He was lying face up in the sky, but then he immediately rolled over to the side.
Choaaaak.
A single ray of black energy cut through the spot where he had been lying. The line created by the black energy was straight and deep enough that it would have cut his body in two if he had stayed still.
The white porcelain river that fell next rushed forward as if it was swirling.
The king wanted to say something, but Baekjagang did not give him the chance.
If I had fought Cheonma, I would have talked leisurely, fought, drank, and fought again. I would have fought like that for seven days and seven nights.
But Baekjagang did not give that much value to the king.
Swords and fists swung through the air. Their movements were so fast that sound could not keep up with their movements.
In the end, the king resorted to a very risky move. In a life-or-death situation, adventures are always on the disadvantaged side.
Shhhh.
Kwak!
He caught the flying blade with his bare hands. None of the onlookers expected that he would dare to catch the blade of the Apostle Lord with his bare hands.
As soon as he grabbed the blade, his elbow flew towards Baek Ja-gang’s chest.
Papapak!
Even though Baekjagang pulled and pushed the blade with lightning speed, his palm was not cut.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
The elbow grazed Baekjagang. It was a decisive move, but Baekjagang narrowly avoided the attack.
The moment the two bodies crossed, the King of Fighters’s slash aimed for Baek Ja-gang’s face. A move as unexpected as holding a sword in one’s hand!
Phew!
The handle of Baekjagang’s sword slipped out of the king’s hand and struck his face.
At the same time, Baekjagang’s sword cut through the air like lightning.
Crunch.
The two stopped moving with the sound of the end. It was the price of recklessness for taking the sword in hand and even attempting to strike the Apostolic Lord.
The king’s chest was cut off lengthwise.
But not a single drop of blood flowed. It was only the clothes that were cut off.
Baekjagang’s gaze this time looked at the king’s hand. He had clearly cut his palm before cutting his chest, but not a single drop of blood came out.
Still feeling the pain, the king frowned and touched his chest. Then he slowly took off his outer garment.
The treasure revealed within it.
“This is the Immortal Armor. It is the best armor that no sword can cut.”
And he raised both hands.
“It’s a throw-in. It’s truly the best armor. Think of it as a courtesy to you.”
As expected, Geommu-geuk came out wearing the best armor. That too, the immortal armor and the swordsman. If we compare it to a martial artist, it was the best armor that belonged to the leader and sect leader.
“It’s okay. You should be able to deal with me like that. However, looking at that robe, I have one question.”
Baekjagang let out a new prayer.
After a strong vibration, a bluish light began to emanate from his sword. It was the first time since they had fought that the sword had been imbued with a black spirit. At the same time, a different energy than before began to ripple around Baekjagang’s body.
Small and scary, Baekjagang said with his small eyes.
“That bow really shouldn’t be cut.”
