Episode 457
I was dazed for a moment.
Because I really never thought of this.
When that crazy guy called the Emperor of the West came to Jeongcheonmaeng, he burst out laughing. He also laughed when he told him to kneel and crawl on the floor.
It was confidence as a strong person. I was also curious.
How on earth did they kill the Taegeuk Sword Master?
How strong is he? No matter how strong he is, I thought he would be weaker than me. That’s why I thought I would use him as a long-term pawn. But this is… … no.
There are a total of 4,500 elite warriors in the Jeongcheon Alliance.
Of course, they all live in Jeongcheonmaeng.
Of these, 2,500 are top-tier masters, 1,500 are super-top-tier masters, and 500 are Hwagyeong masters. Only those who reach this level can be called elite.
If you add the first-class or second-class soldiers below them, the number will increase exponentially, but they are not elite soldiers. They are just ordinary soldiers.
According to the letter sent by the Taegeuk Sword Master, there are 2,500 9th Circle Mana users, 1,500 beginner masters, and 500 intermediate masters according to the system of the Western Continent.
And now, Yeomjon felt it. More than half of them.
No, half was too little. At least two-thirds were dead.
So I was dazed.
I never imagined it would be this bad.
‘oh my god.’
What have you done?
In order to attack Cheonmasingyo, the power of Jeongcheonmaeng must be preserved. The former king Jegal Seon who is in hiding, the former commander Jang Mu-gi, the former commander Peng Cheol-yeong, the former commander Yu Seong-hak. Even if they come, there must be people who will fight from below. This is not it.
Yeomjeon couldn’t help but be dumbfounded. He was dumbfounded even though he was directly watching the Jeongcheonmaeng’s soldiers die right before his eyes. That was natural.
Because at this very moment, the plan to attack the Cheonmasingyo has collapsed.
Because it collapsed properly from the bottom up.
My dazed mind slowly began to come back to me. It happened in an instant.
My body is shaking. My arms are shaking. My teeth are shaking and my fists are clenched.
anger.
Yeomjon was angry.
“This… … little brat… … .”
This dog -like baby.
It’s cool to chew.
A man in his early 20s walking down the blood-stained road of Jeongcheonmaeng.
I met his eyes. Fear? There was nothing like that. At that moment, there was only one thought in my mind. Let’s kill him.
The determination to kill at any cost.
The body of the Yanjun began to burn.
This wasn’t internal energy. The masters of the Life and Death Sutra were able to use other energy that surpassed their existing internal energy.
This is what the experts, including Yeomjon, call it.
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It’s called immortal spirit.
And the salt-bearer was a mythological realm that transcended the realm of life and death, and a master standing at the end of it. He may have even reached the realm of nature.
The body turns red. The arms turn red, and the eyes turn red.
Flame Lord.
Before he took the throne, when he was in the throne room, his nickname was Red Dragon Flame Emperor.
The salt-blooded man takes his place. Flames decorate his back. He swings his red-tinted fist at the emperor in front of him. The bastard swings his sword. He collides with the sword.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!
Survivors cover their ears as the terrifying explosion spreads out in all directions. Buildings that were intact collapse and halls burst into flames.
Yeomjeon bowed his head.
A sword passes over his head. He pushes his body forward, pivoting on his right foot. His left shoulder touches the bastard’s chin.
He stuck out his clenched fist from that short distance.
Red Dragon Style Chapter 1 Flame Fist.
The red fist touched the Emperor’s abdomen. An eerie feeling came over him as his abdomen began to burn.
I lowered my head, lowered my fist, and bent my knees. But it didn’t feel good. I immediately bent my left arm and protected my head.
As expected.
Kwaaaaang-!!
I was pushed sideways. My left elbow was throbbing. It wasn’t broken. It was just cracked.
I quickly figured out the situation.
The sword in the Emperor’s hand, or rather the base of the sword, stopped after striking the spot where Yan Zhen’s head had just been.
That’s it. So that’s how you swung your sword in such a short amount of time.
The flames on his abdomen die down.
Damn it.
The guy said.
“Master Yeomjon Hwacheon. Although he is called a great scholar, he is rude, unlike his name.”
Yeomjeon didn’t answer. He just wiped away the blood flowing from his arm and treated it with his internal energy. But that was only for a moment. Because of the words that continued to come out of the mouth of the bastard known as the Emperor.
“But why are you angry? Shouldn’t you be angry in this situation?”
He asks why this fu*king kid is angry.
“Because of you, my dream has been shattered. Because of you.”
The emperor shakes his head.
“Jim said clearly, come out and kneel, and what did you do?”
“… … .”
“I didn’t destroy your dream. You destroyed it yourself.”
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A deep smile spread across the emperor’s lips.
“How funny. Weren’t you the one who poked at the luggage while it was still? And now you’re getting angry… …? Are you losing your mind?”
Yeomjeon felt anger rising deep in his heart.
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It was different from the kind of energy I had been used to. It was just different.
Anger, heart, inner strength, head, body and spirit become one.
Anger. It was really the only thing I could describe as anger.
They become one. There has never been a single moment in which the spirits and energy were in sync.
That was the moment.
The eyes of the salt lord are blurred. It is as if he cannot see ahead. But ironically, the salt lord is seeing. A strange wall.
The moment of enlightenment can come at an unexpected moment. It can also happen in an unexpected situation. Right now, it just happened.
Yeomjeon’s body moved. He reached out his hand. He touched the wall.
At that moment, my eyes opened.
* * *
Kookung.
The ground shook. I stopped as I was about to kick my feet.
Look at this.
To be honest, Master Yeomjon Hwacheon. He was strong. Strong, but not strong enough to be wary.
If I may offer one piece of evidence, the flames that were attached to his fist attached to my body, but they quickly disappeared. This was a gap. That was the extent of the difference between me and Hwacheon Daesa.
But this was kind of interesting.
No matter how I look at Master Hwacheon’s current state, it looks exactly like the moment I reached the level of my master.
Should I call it enlightenment?
I kept fighting, killing, and killing, and then naturally I came across a wall, and I just broke it down.
I have reached the level of the Master. In some ways, this continent is in a more serious situation than when I was active in the Western Continent.
Masters are everywhere. It is said that some have even become transcendent beings.
The problem here is not that they fought to the death like me, but rather that at some point, after reaching a certain level, they became more interested in politics than fighting.
The Great Monk Yeomjeon Hwacheon was in a precarious position.
It was just a little stronger than Iskandar, but then I became a stimulant and went up a level.
This is the realm where I and my teacher are.
In the Eastern Continent, that area is roughly called a natural landscape.
It makes me laugh.
That moment.
A huge flame burst out from the body of Hwacheon Daesa. He raised his arm to block the flame.
It’s hot.
The body of the Great Master Hwacheon beyond the arm was burning.
A state where one transcends and surpasses again and again as a transcendent being.
Natural scenery.
At the entrance, Hwacheon Daesa entered.
I slowly adjusted my grip on the Heavenly Demon Sword. Now I can finally fight properly.
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The moment I thought that.
“Phew… … Hahahahahahahahaha-!!”
A burst of laughter came out of the mouth of the Hwacheon Daesa. Hwacheon Daesa, who was laughing with his head up towards the sky, was melting everything around him, perhaps without realizing it.
The flames coming out of his body were like that. They were not ordinary flames, but ridiculous flames that were thousands of degrees Celsius.
His laughter suddenly stops.
He lowers his head. His gaze is looking at me. No, he is glaring at me.
He said.
“Jeongcheonmaeng… … is no longer needed.”
Hwacheon Daesa spreads out both hands.
“No need for troops. No need for assistants. No need for poison.”
A surge of energy flowed through his hands. In an instant, two small suns were created.
“I have become the best in the world at this very moment.”
Laughter erupts.
This, I’m trying to change my speech to be more emperor-like, but I’m not used to it. I have to make myself look like I’m in a state of sullenness, but I don’t show it, but my hands and feet start to tremble every time I speak.
The reason I think this way is because when I look at that old man with dementia, I see myself reflected back to me.
So, for now, I’ll just speak the way I usually speak.
“It’s ugly to look at. When you get old and sick.”
Hwacheon Daesa did not respond verbally. He simply moved both arms. At the same time, two small suns flew toward me. They were almost as fast as light.
I put my energy into the sword. The sword becomes me and I become the sword. The Heavenly Demon Sword soon becomes me.
I slashed to the left. One sun was cut off. I turned around and slashed the remaining sun diagonally.
It happened almost simultaneously.
Kwaaaaang-!! Kwaaaaang-!!
Wherever the sun’s debris went, everything melted: trees, the ground, and even lakes.
All gone. The distance in four straight lines is about 40km?
I don’t know, I think it’s around that much.
Ron… will be okay. He’s not stupid.
“What are you thinking about?”
Something touches my shoulder. I react a little late.
With a bang, my right arm snapped off. I let go of the Heavenly Demon Sword before it snapped off. I stretched out my left arm and grabbed it. At the same time, I turned my body and cut it.
Hwacheon Daesa stretches out his red-stained arm. Crunch-!
He ended up furrowing his brow. On the contrary, Hwacheon Daesa’s expression brightened.
Because the Cheonmasingeom only managed to cut off half of Hwacheon Daesa’s arm. It’s nothing new, but I lost my balance when my right arm was torn off. I couldn’t cut with full strength.
“Is that all there is to it?”
A tendon is engraved between the eyebrows.
I think I’m a little drunk on the rocks, and I think I’m a little overconfident. I put strength into my left arm.
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With a creepy sound, the Heavenly Demon Sword digs deeper into the bastard’s arm. Hwacheon Daesa frowns.
Something like a sun began to form from the bastard’s body just like before.
“It is called the extreme meaning of the Red Dragon style, the flame-like form.”
One, two, three, four. That’s five.
A total of five red suns illuminate the surroundings.
Then he raised his left hand. He grabbed the Heavenly Demon Sword with that hand.
I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but Master Hwacheon was now covered in a halo. It was a halo that made it seem like he had become the sun itself.
I ended up laughing.
“You’re really crazy. Are you laughing in this situation?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Because a real halo isn’t something that happens ‘on purpose’.
“The game is already decided, so what confidence are you talking about?”
A bright, almost tear-jerking smile appeared on the lips of Master Hwacheon, who paused for a moment.
“If I throw these five salty salts at you, you will die. If I lift a finger, you will turn to dust and disappear. Don’t you understand? I am giving you a very good opportunity.”
