Episode 421 I can stand the cold too.
A cry of ‘Oh my’ came out of Yang Seok’s mouth without his knowledge.
I was so shocked that I almost swore. Who would have thought that there would be a swordsman in the carriage?
There was a brief moment of silence, as if time had stopped.
“Why didn’t you contact me?”
Yang Seok belatedly made an excuse in response to Geommugeuk’s question.
“That’s… I just found out about it all of a sudden. I didn’t have time to contact you. I was going to contact you right after I found out.”
Yang Seok was so embarrassed that his voice trembled and he even stuttered.
“But how did the young sect leader know and come here?”
“How did you know?”
Yang Seok could tell by watching the sword dance that asked questions as if it were a problem.
‘How would I know? He must have followed me. Damn it! He must have been spying on me because he didn’t trust me.’
It was he who guided the sword dance to its climax.
‘I should have been more careful.’
I was so excited about finding out the route.
Yang Seok wasn’t the only one surprised by the appearance of Geommugeuk.
Ha-gyeol, who was standing at the back, was more surprised than Yang-seok. It wasn’t because Geommu-geuk was inside the carriage.
‘A person with extreme retardation was abducted.’
This is something that should not have happened. It must have been taken away by the drunken horse when he was drunk earlier. We must chase after the drunk horse right now.
‘Because he didn’t come this way. Behind that carriage. On the other side.’
He strode briskly toward the carriage. He pretended to approach the sheep, but then he leapt over the carriage and chased the horse.
He’ll probably be running away carrying someone, so if you’re lucky, you might be able to catch him.
It was a small and heavy school, and right now, the only thing on Ha-gyeol’s mind was extreme delay.
The sword dance saw through his inner thoughts.
“You can’t go anyway. Don’t even try.”
The moment the warning from the sword dance was given, Ha-gyeol flew instead.
Pfft!
Ha-gyeol’s lightness, which was achieved by lightly kicking the ground and jumping, was so great that he could ignore Geommu-geuk’s warning.
At that moment, I was about to jump over the carriage and fly away.
Pfft!
A loud explosion erupted from the air, and Ha-gyeol fell back to where he had been.
The sword dance that blocked his path in an instant, as if he was moving through space in an instant, blew away the whole thing.
Ha-gyeol’s left arm, which had blocked the attack, started to throbbed.
‘Strong.’
This time, Yang-seok was more surprised than Ha-gyeol. If he had climbed up through the roof of the carriage and blocked it, he wouldn’t have been this surprised.
But the sword dance disappeared in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, it was blocking Ha-gyeol in the air above the carriage. When did he get off the carriage and fly up?
Even if he is the least skilled of the three here, isn’t he still the successor of the Bukhyeolmun? He missed the movements of the sword dance with both eyes open. If he had tried to kill him, it means he would have died without even knowing why.
The sword dance that had sent Ha-gyeol back to his original position was sitting on the roof of the carriage.
“Can an escort go over the head of the person they are escorting?”
He was not talking about himself, but about Yang Seok, who was standing next to the carriage.
Yang Seok shouted as if he was telling a lie.
“The author tried to kill me.”
He finally realized that it was time to carry out the tea murder. Although the extreme delay he had been trying to escape was gone, the opportunity to kill that Ha-gyeol had come.
“Little Master! Please, teach him the strict teaching that there is a strict hierarchy in this martial arts world.”
Ha-gyeol coldly sneered. He saved her from dying in the self-destruction game, and yet she acted so shamelessly.
“I said I smelled blood from the first time I saw you.”
In the leisurely atmosphere of the sword dance, Ha-gyeol was caught up in worries.
‘It’s already too late.’
If the person who took the extreme delay was an ordinary person, then it wouldn’t matter, but if it was a drunkard, then they would have already gone too far to be tracked.
I really didn’t think that such a variable would occur. I let my guard down because Geommu-geuk and Chwi-ma were only concerned about Won-ju’s death. In any case, what had to be done in the current situation was decided.
‘We must negotiate with the cult leader to regain the ultimate state.’
There were two ways. First, take a step back and plan for the future slowly. It is a safe and wise way, but the possibility of finding the extreme delay will become slimmer as time goes by.
The problem is the master.
‘Will the Master wait for me?’
He was a master who had reached the limit of his patience in the tank. If he reported that his extreme delay had been taken away by the Sword Dance, he would immediately come out of the tank.
‘In the end, we have to negotiate here.’
Can we really defeat this cult leader?
The move you showed me a little while ago wasn’t really easy. And there’s another problem.
The point is that you shouldn’t kill this demonic cult leader without caution. If you do, you’ll end up in a bigger problem than not being able to save the ultimate cult.
But the more advanced you become, the more difficult it becomes to subdue someone than to kill them.
While he was struggling with this difficult situation, Geommugeuk looked up at the sky from the roof of the carriage.
Time is on your side. You hold the sword. Instead of rushing in first, you should wait and see how he reacts.
The biggest reason for failing to do something even when things are going well is because you can’t overcome impatience. Because it’s going well, you feel like you’re going to win, and things will go better. So, that simple desire to see good results sooner.
We must resist that desire, which is so simple and powerful.
Because if you start to fall apart in a favorable situation, you can’t stop it. Because you were at an advantage, you become more anxious, more regretful, and more angry. On top of that, the opponent will gain momentum to turn things around. In the end, everything will be ruined.
The sky exists for times like this.
Yang Seok felt a strange feeling as he watched the sight of Geommugeuk looking up at the sky.
“Don’t look at me, look at the sky.”
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“Oh, yes!”
At Geommu-geuk’s words, Yang-seok looked up at the sky in surprise. However, in his current situation, the sky could not possibly be in his sight.
‘Please kill me!’
First, let’s think about it by eliminating the lower body. He thought he was unfolding the Chadosalinji system, but he didn’t realize that he was just a guide leading the sword dance to the Blood King.
At that moment, the surrounding air began to change. Ha-gyeol revealed the prayer he had been hiding.
The prayer that was previously revealed to Yang Seok was completely revealed.
His prayers, hot and heavy, began to take over the surroundings. When he revealed his true form, he became a completely different person.
His prayers really smelled like blood.
Yang Seok felt a vomit-like fear at this eerie prayer. He knew he was a master, but he didn’t know he was this master.
‘Is this perhaps the case of the small cult leader losing?’
In fact, he couldn’t tell who was stronger with his eyes. It was just that Ha-gyeol’s presence that revealed himself was that great.
That wasn’t the only thing that scared Yang Seok.
The blood people who had been waiting a little behind Ha-gyeol appeared. There were seven of them. You could tell they were experts just by looking at their eyes and their posture, and they were all capable of using the self-destruction technique.
Ha-gyeol asked Geommu-geuk. Even his polite tone changed.
“Where are the people who were in the carriage?”
He concluded that he would pressure the cult leader here to find the ultimate culprit.
The sword dance was clear from his choice. He needed extreme delay to the point where his opponent would have to reveal his true colors.
“I can stand the cold well, so why don’t you take me with you?”
Are you kidding me in this situation? Ha-gyeol’s gaze towards Geommu-geuk became even colder.
“You don’t think I can kill the leader of the Demonic Cult?”
“No. You are the ones who kill even your own flesh and blood. If you could, you would kill my father.”
Yang Seok, who was standing next to him, flinched inwardly at those words. After all, the one who killed his own blood relatives, as Geommugeuk had said, was himself.
Ha-gyeol asked Geommu-geuk.
“What do you want?”
The fact that he stayed in the carriage meant that he had something he wanted. Indeed, Geommugeuk had a purpose.
“Let me meet the person you are looking for.”
Although Ha-gyeol didn’t show it on the outside, he was inwardly shaken.
‘How did you know I had a master?’
For a moment, Yang Seok mistook that man for his father.
‘Maybe this time.’
Now he had the courage to think of things he shouldn’t have. The moment Ha-gyeol appeared here, he thought his father had completely abandoned him.
‘Which side should I stick to?’
When he learned that Ha-gyeol was such a great master, he became troubled.
Sticking with Ha-gyeol wasn’t the worst choice either. Seeing as he had killed his subordinates to save himself at first, it seemed unlikely that he would kill himself.
‘Should I stick to Ha-gyeol even now? No. What if he gets defeated by the cult leader?’
He would be considered to have betrayed his cult leader.
But soon Yang Seok came to this conclusion.
‘At least we won’t fight here, right?’
Think about it. You have the precious status of a leader of the Demonic Cult, so why would you risk your life so carelessly? It’s not even something directly related to the Demonic Cult.
But things didn’t go as he expected.
“What if I refuse?”
It was a decision that would not allow me to meet my master.
Then Geommugeuk said calmly.
“Then the only reason to keep you alive will disappear.”
Ha-gyeol could feel that Geommu-geuk’s words were not a simple threat.
‘You really intend to kill me.’
Does that mean you have the confidence to kill?
Ha-gyeol raised his spirit and looked around. He was checking to see if the demon had returned. However, there was no one around. Geommu-geuk was trying to kill himself alone.
Although he didn’t know what the outcome would be, he was confident that he wouldn’t lose to Geommu-geuk. Even though he was the son of Cheonma, he was still too young. Even if he inherited Cheonma’s martial arts and had internal energy that was greater than his age, there was nothing he could do about his experience.
Moreover, he would never have experienced the bloodshed he had learned.
‘Let’s try.’
The leader of the Demonic Cult would not sacrifice his life for extreme delay.
‘If only I could subdue the cult leader!’
I will definitely give up my extreme delay in order to survive.
What if Geommugeuk dies during the process? Then, I will have no choice but to shift the blame to the Bukhyeolmunju. If I can find the ultimate delay, it is worth a try.
“Our young leader must taste some blood.”
Seven blood people stepped forward.
A red energy flowed from the swords they all pulled out. They were masters who could use their blood energy like sword energy.
Ha-gyeol expected that if they combined forces, they would be able to at least injure Geommu-geuk, even if they couldn’t kill him. If he was lucky, he might even get a chance to subdue Geommu-geuk in the process.
I really thought so.
In a flash, the sword dance rushed towards the blood man on the left with a flash of lightning.
Whoosh! Crunch!
I heard a gust of wind and the sound of a neck being cut at the same time. I couldn’t stop it.
Before I could even sense the attack of the sword dance that had flashed before my eyes, the sword had already passed my neck. It was truly an overwhelming speed.
The closest blood relative to him reflexively swung his sword, but it only cut through the air. However, he had to pay a great price for his miss.
Even before the second blood type, whose heart had been stabbed, fell to the ground, Geommu-geuk had already unleashed his shadowy power.
As if he had disappeared before everyone’s eyes, Geommugeuk appeared between the two blood men standing in the middle.
Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok!
The swordsman stabbed the necks and hearts of the two blood men on the left and right consecutively. Once in the left heart, once in the right neck, once in the left neck, and once in the right heart.
Those four attacks were so fast they were invisible to the eye.
At that very moment, when two blood men collapsed and the fifth blood man’s face and body turned red as he prepared to use the self-destruct attack.
Phew!
The person who collapsed in blood was another blood person.
The sword master instantly subdued the blood man using the self-destruction technique and spun him around like a doll, making his body face another blood man.
The sixth blood type fell down after being hit by the self-destruction attack. The blood energy released by the self-destruction attack was so powerful that even they themselves could not avoid or block it.
The seventh bloodline also tried to use self-destruction. But this time, Geommu-geuk was one step faster.
Pok ok ok ok!
The black magic sword stabbed his entire body in succession. In an instant, all the major blood vessels in his body were cut off, and his red face regained its original color. The sword of the sword dance was faster than the speed at which he used the self-destruction technique.
In the blink of an eye, all seven of them collapsed and became corpses.
Yang Seok was trembling with his eyes wide open. He had experienced many real fights and had watched other people fight many times.
And now it occurred to me that the fights I’ve been fighting so far weren’t even fights.
Geommugeuk shook off the blood on his sword. Slap. Blood sprayed in a straight line on the floor.
“Blood doesn’t taste that good?”
Ha-gyeol’s expression was completely frozen. I knew he would be strong since he was the leader of the Demonic Cult. But was he this strong?
He was confident that he would give them a taste of blood, but it turned out that he had tasted the blood of the sword dance.
“As expected, it’s the Nine Flower Demon.”
Of course, I thought it was Cheonma’s martial arts. I had never seen it before.
“You’re not the Nine Fire Demon Lord? Aren’t you overestimating me? Do you think I’d be able to use the Nine Fire Demon Lord to deal with just your subordinates?”
“Is this the extent of your skill without using the Dokmunmu technique?”
Ha-gyeol’s shock was natural. They weren’t just any subordinates. I don’t know how long it took to raise those seven. They weren’t the ones who would die like this.
“If you want to see the Nine Flower Demon Sect, take me to your leader.”
If that were true, I thought I couldn’t win against the swordsman. Of course, it could be a bluff. A tactic to gain the upper hand in a fight by scaring people.
Anyway, I won’t let you go unless you tell me about Master. But even if I die, I have no intention of telling you about Master.
Ha-gyeol pulled out his sword. A red stream of energy flowed along the blade from his sword. It felt like a strength of a different level from what flowed from the swords of his subordinates before.
“I can check whether it was the Guhwamakong or not.”
Geommugeuk could tell from the cold gaze directed at him and the hot blood surrounding him that he was prepared for death.
“Then let me give you a little taste.”
A question that Ha-gyeol couldn’t understand came out of Geommugeuk’s mouth.
“Which direction do you like better: east, west, south, or north?”
