Episode 466
Hyun Kyung, in Western Continent dialect, it means that the Red Master has knelt down.
Even though he was a civilian who was treated well on both sides, he knelt down. I guess you could say he felt his determination. Yoo Je-ha, who was kneeling, spoke in a serious voice.
“Even one day is fine. No, even just one fight is fine. Please guide me. I want to become stronger than I am now.”
Yoo Jae-ha’s eyes are burning brightly. He is sincere.
I’ve said this countless times, but I like that kind of man.
How convenient it is. I can give this. And I want this. If you give, you get something back, and if you get something back, you get something back. That’s the world.
But there are too many people who don’t keep these things and just try to receive them. Those are the people I hate.
Representative examples include Yeomjon and Arthur Gunnar, and most of the nobles I killed in the Western Continent.
Most of them were like that. That’s why they died. I call those guys sluts. Sluts who don’t deserve respect. But not the man in front of me, Yoo Je-ha. Men like that deserve respect.
The higher you go, the harder it is to stick to the basics, but this man is sticking to them. Even though their first meeting was a mess, the important thing is the present.
I asked Yoo Jae-ha a question.
“Just now, how many people did you say were coming here?”
“As far as I know, there are at least 7,000, and since the rumor has spread throughout the martial arts world, the number could increase to between 10,000 and 20,000. As you might have guessed, it’s the work of Woo Sa, the Fengjin Shingae over there.”
That was enough. More than that.
“How long does it take to get to the archery range from here?”
“It’s not far. If you walk in a straight line, it’ll take about 13 hours. If you take a carriage, assuming you pick up the pace, it’ll take about 6 hours?”
This guy isn’t normal either. Why are the standards like this?
Anyway, that’s enough.
“Go inside the cave over there.”
Yoo Jae-ha and Ron are surprised at the same time.
The question was left unanswered.
“Run away… … Aren’t you going to hit me?”
Pick laughed and ended up running away. Me?
“I’ll tell you something while I’m at it.”
“… … I will listen.”
“If you’re determined to become stronger, just look forward.”
“… … .”
“If you avoid it once, you’ll have to avoid it twice. If you avoid it twice, you’ll have to avoid it three times, four times, and so on. Don’t hesitate, don’t be afraid, and face it. That’s the mindset of a strong person.”
Asuradje Yoo Je-ha. His eyes are already blurry as if he has learned something.
“Truly… … that is a good attitude.”
Even the way I speak has changed. I know that. I’m cool.
“Stay inside. If you’re bored, teach Ron the secret technique.”
“The mindset of a strong person… … I understand. Teach me the secret method. Okay. I will do so.”
I turned my head slightly and looked at Ron. Looking at Ron’s worried eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh. I guess our Ron lacks faith.
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“Don’t worry and go get some rest.”
“……yes.”
So I went into the Rondo Cave. Suddenly I looked up. The sun was setting. The moon was hidden by clouds and was not visible.
Still, I feel good.
So I sat on the rock and waited.
What should I say? Should I say there’s something I want to try?
That’s what I felt for a moment when I was fighting the Salt King.
Should I say I saw a wall?
It hadn’t been visible at all for a while, but now it’s visible.
The feeling is still vivid.
I slowly closed my eyes and observed my body.
Phew.
Chapter 5
The Eastern Continent is larger than the Western Continent. It has a larger population and, furthermore, many powerful people of its own. In fact, if you compare them one by one, the Eastern Continent is so overwhelming that the Western Continent looks shabby.
Perhaps the Age of Glory or the Age of Tulcan where Jack grew up would be similar.
In that Eastern Continent, there were warriors who did not belong to the Four Heavenly Alliance, the Righteous Sect, or the Demonic Cult.
They are not a minority. Surprisingly, there are quite a few of them.
Among them, there are three representative figures.
Two of the missing three beings, Geomjon and Gwangjon, and Jeolyeongdaesa, one of the three kings.
Among them, the ambassador of Je-ryeong is a man who is still very active. His power? He only brings along 10 personal guards.
Although they are a group of bodyguards whose realm is nothing but a mirror, their loyalty is beyond doubt.
Above all, the Jeryung Daesa is strong. It takes a certain amount of strength to claim to be neutral on your own, and the Jeryung Daesa was enough. He was that strong.
He loved to wander.
Then I heard the news. It was quite shocking news that Master Hwacheon had died.
The ambassador laughed.
He is a fellow student of Hwacheon Daesa. There is a school called Shaolin Temple that was destroyed a long time ago. We studied together there.
But we’re not close. We broke up a long time ago.
Hwacheon Daesa was disgusting. I didn’t care what happened to that disgusting man, but I did care about the Western Emperor who killed him.
“It’s Mt. Dangwang… … It’s close.”
He stood up. As if the pieces of a puzzle were falling into place, the Three Kings began to move.
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This type of chase event is very common in the martial arts world.
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It was just two weeks ago. The 33rd ranked player in the Murim Seoryeolrok, Biryeoseon Gak Cheon Jeongmyeong, fought and lost to the 24th ranked player in the Murim Seoryeolrok, Geum Seonmyeong.
But surprisingly, Geum Seon-myeong, the boy of paradise, was fatally wounded. The rumor spread throughout the martial arts world, and people from all over came rushing to kill Geum Seon-myeong. There was only one reason: fame.
To gain fame.
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This place called Murim is a very funny place.
Even though the idea of self-respect is deeply ingrained in one’s bones, the power of fame cannot be ignored. If one’s fame is high, followers will follow.
It means that you have gained the ability to build up power. Then, it becomes strength. It is not for nothing that Taegeuk Sword Master Jongunseong has built up power.
The Sura Island Emperor Yu Je-ha-do, the Hancheon Bing Emperor Yu Seol-ha-do, and the leader of the Jeongcheon Alliance, the great monk Yanjon Hwacheon, all grew their power.
That was fame, that was power, that was pride.
But now a big event has happened.
An absurd event occurred.
It’s not just any other unmanned island, it’s Hwacheon Daesa.
He is the leader of Jeongcheonmaeng, one of the three great martial artists, and the best in the world in the current martial arts world.
He got his neck impaled on a pole.
The one who killed him was a madman named the Emperor of the Western Continent.
I hear he was also critically injured and is now in a life-or-death situation.
This was more than an opportunity.
What if you kill the Emperor of the Western Continent who killed Master Hwacheon?
The fame you will gain will be immense.
I will become a knight and a hero of the party.
Becoming the leader of Jeongcheon is realistically difficult, but at least becoming a temporary leader is possible.
Since this was a situation where they had to make a choice even if they couldn’t eat it, unmanned personnel moved around with weapons all over the country.
The number of people who can make Sura Doje is estimated to be at most 20,000, but that is not the case.
That’s just limiting those who are above the top ranks in the Jeongcheon Alliance, and among them, those who are interested in fame and are willing to jump in like moths to a flame. If you include not just the Jeongcheon Alliance, but also the Sacheon Alliance and various neutral groups, the number would be double, no, triple.
It could possibly go up to four times or more.
-Kill the martial arts masters!!
The drones advanced, shouting these words.
The Fengjin Shingai Wushu pursued the Emperor of the West and left this clue: He is now hiding in Mt. Tangwang.
Those close to Dangwangsan had already surrounded the mountain. Then, the Jeongcheonmaeng’s warriors arrived.
The number was so huge. At least 40,000. Each and every one of them was at least a first-class master, and the peak masters were close to 20,000. As many as 500 super-peakers joined. There were also many whose names were at the end of the martial arts rankings.
This was a really ridiculous number. All the famous warriors gathered just to kill the emperor of the west. Is that all? They are still gathering in real time.
Asura’s master, Yoo Je-ha was wrong. Even though he was the princess of the Demon Palace, he misjudged.
I underestimated the nature of the lowly mobsters who would do anything to gain fame.
They ran. Look at the competitors around them now. This is an absolute must. You have to go first and cut the head of the dying emperor.
Everyone ran. The huge Dangwangsan Mountain was shaking.
They moved to a certain place as if they had made a promise. I felt it there.
Come here.
It’s here.
The drones that arrived there could see it.
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A man sitting leisurely on a boulder, stroking the blade of a longsword taller than himself, resting it on his lap.
“What is this? There’s more than I thought.”
It was a leisurely tone, but I ignored it. There was no point in asking or answering.
There was no need for conversation. The unmanned people left their seats. In their eyes, the emperor was just a sacrifice.
The perfect sacrifice to solidify your life.
The warriors left their seats and the emperor stood up.
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There are so many of them. It occurred to me out of the blue.
It was definitely more than I thought.
About 40,000. And it seems like more are coming from far away. The bounty on my head is almost incalculable.
This may seem a bit contradictory since I don’t know the exact value of the money, but the bounty I’m talking about is none other than power.
It’s about power.
Power is hard to obtain, but once you have it, it’s easy. You can do anything with it.
That is a fact that everyone acknowledges. If you just cut my neck, you can get that power, that tremendous power. 40,000 is a lot, but ironically, it is not enough. What should I say?
I would say the difficulty level has increased compared to when I invaded the Tulcan Empire alone.
Even those who came from far away were certainly not wrong.
That’s the extent of the ripples that the country’s existence has caused in the Eastern Continent.
Haha, I’m laughing. This is the world I live in.
This is the world I lived in and this is the world I must live in.
He stood up, holding his sword in his hands. The circle of his heart rotated. One, two, three, five, seven, nine, ten.
Red mana surrounds the body. The Heavenly Demon Sword turns red.
My body creaks and my head feels dizzy.
The awakening of the salt lord was a variable I had not thought of.
I always give it my all when I fight. I gave it my all, but this time I didn’t. I let my guard down a few times.
When I let my guard down, I was attacked by the Flame Lord, and I took a lot of damage while blocking it. I ignored it and fought. That’s why I won.
I’m so tired. Did I come to the Eastern Continent too early?
I should have just let go of all the accumulated fatigue in my body.
I thought I was in top physical condition, but no. My body is not in top condition. I draw energy and react slowly.
It wasn’t a matter of one second or two seconds. It was a small difference, but it made a huge difference in a fight.
The drones are running.
I held the Heavenly Horse Sword in reverse.
It doesn’t matter if I see blood, get hurt, or get tired.
I grew up on this stage. I fought in this world to get to this point.
“Die-!!”
A sword flies. I swing the Heavenly Horse Sword that I hold in reverse.
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Crunch.
The flying drone was cut down whole with the sword. The Heavenly Demon Sword was dyed with red mana flowing out of my body. Blood was flying but it was not visible due to the red aura. The Heavenly Demon Sword was just red as it had been from the beginning.
He kicked the seat.
The Heavenly Horse Sword cuts through the sky.
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It’s been eight days since Jack left.
The workers were moving. The mana users were moving too. The railroad construction was in full swing.
Among them, one red-haired woman stood out in particular.
Angela Hell heard something from Aveiro.
She worked really hard. Anyone who saw her could tell that she was working hard.
Mana user.
For hundreds of years, and even thousands of years before that, mana users were always classified as combat troops.
But what if all of those mana users become labor?
I’m not talking about beginner or expert level mana users.
Minimum high circle mana user.
I’m talking about them.
