Episode 494
He kicked the seat.
I moved forward, cutting through the fragments of frozen energy in the air.
The light’s legs bend. The hand draws a circle.
He stepped forward and pushed his hand.
Tension is created in the air.
Shards of ice broke and scattered in all directions.
A unique martial art that only the leaders of the Open School learn.
Hangryongshippaljang. The descending dragon’s eighteen palms.
Chapter 1, The Wandering Dragon Has Regrets.
The target is the Emperor’s chest.
An attack aimed at bursting the bones and heart inside the chest.
That moment.
A black light was drawn in the air.
Crunch-!
Gwangjon’s left arm flies away.
A very clean cross-section, blood drawn in the air.
Then, the blood froze.
The Emperor’s technique was not for a single moment. It was continuous. It was freezing continuously. The cold hit. Everything froze.
It was because the light that covered his entire body was good that he was somewhat unharmed.
A strange laugh came out of me. I kicked the air and stretched my hands back. I also turned my body.
Hangryongshippaljang. The descending dragon’s eighteen palms.
Chapter 14, The Divine Dragon’s Tail.
He just struck down that arm.
Crunch-!
The blade breaks the Emperor’s right arm. It doesn’t just hit his right arm. It hits a nerve. The bastard’s longsword falls from his hand.
At that moment, the emperor’s left hand moved.
He grabbed the longsword and swung it. It was such a quick process, and the speed was even faster.
Surprisingly, it was faster.
Phew-!
“Ugh.”
A long sword was thrust into Gwang-Jeon’s abdomen. Gwang-Jeon desperately kicked the air and flew backwards.
Blood was splattered, but it didn’t matter.
Because we’ve distanced ourselves.
If that sword had been slashed sideways, the organs would have spilled out. I avoided that. That’s it.
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But the situation just now. No way.
“Left hand, was it the catch?”
The emperor did not answer. He just smiled. It was a positive answer, and Guangjun’s smile deepened.
Light flowed out from Gwangjon’s body. It was a pure white light.
The severed arm was regenerated. The Emperor’s was the same. The Emperor’s broken arm was restored to health.
The light-hearted man was kicking the seat. The emperor swung his sword towards the light-hearted man.
Crunch-!
There was only one slicing sound, but more than one thing was cut down. Buildings split in half, trees split, and the ground split apart.
It’s just spreading the uncondensed power horizontally.
Of course, he avoided Gwangjon. He is a famous unmanned person in his own right.
I have enough strength to avoid such tricks.
The body of the light god becomes closer to the emperor.
The light’s two hands curved into hook shapes.
Hangryongshippaljang. The descending dragon’s eighteen palms.
Chapter 11: Do not use the sleeping dragon.
The Emperor’s sword was swung. The hand of the Gwangjon reached out. Kwak, he grabbed the Emperor’s sword.
A flash of lightning sparked. It was a split second. The light-hearted man tried to extend his other hand. He tried to extend it and attack the emperor. But he couldn’t.
Because.
Because the enormous pressure was pressing down on my body.
His eyebrows furrowed. He desperately tightened his grip on the arm holding the Emperor’s sword.
The diet was interrupted.
He gritted his teeth and moved his remaining hands to attack the emperor.
I wasn’t trying to attack, I was just grabbing the Emperor’s sword.
Eventually, the situation came to where both hands were holding the Emperor’s sword.
My feet, which had been on the ground, began to sink deeper. I put strength into my knees and waist.
The emperor is now doing only one thing.
Holding the longsword with both hands and swinging it down. Just putting strength into it. This is not a simple sword.
Sword radius. An unheard of sword technique that completely crushes space itself.
Snap, teeth clench.
“There is no name.”
The bastard’s words rang in my ears. I raised my head and looked at him with a distorted face. The bastard continued.
“I didn’t even think about it because I was too lazy to paste it, but then one just popped into my mind.”
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The Emperor’s arm is tense. The Gwangjeon’s hand is tense too. A tense situation? No.
That’s not it.
The Emperor’s sword was slowly coming down towards Guangjon’s head.
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The eyes of the Gwangjeon were still looking at the Emperor, past his trembling arms.
The emperor said.
“I was thinking of calling it the Air Pressure Sword because it crushes space. Do you like it?”
He’s underestimating me. From the moment he first saw me until now, he’s always thought of me as inferior to him.
Maybe you think of everything in this world as beneath you.
He is overly arrogant, but his arrogance is matched by his strength.
Gwangjon gathered all his strength into his arm. He gathered all his internal energy, his virtuous energy, and everything else. Then he turned strongly to the side.
The Emperor’s sword lost its direction. In the meantime, two of Gwang-Jeon’s fingers flew away, but he didn’t care. Gwang-Jeon quickly swung his feet.
Kwaaaaang-!!
It was a surprise attack that struck like a whip, but unfortunately it did not work on the Emperor. When did he let go?
The Emperor was already in a guard position with one arm. It was the same arm that had been holding the longsword just a moment ago.
At that moment, Gwangjon bows his head.
The bastard’s sword grazed my head. I clenched my fist with two fingers missing and struck him.
Hangryongshippaljang. The descending dragon’s eighteen palms.
Chapter 4: The Four Rings of Power.
Crunch-! It pierces the Emperor’s arm. Then, the feet of the Gwangjeon dance. The method is the basis of the attack. The hands come together. A stance is taken.
Hangryongshippaljang. The descending dragon’s eighteen palms.
Chapter 5: Spiral Force.
A whirlwind of energy swirls around the fist of the light. It extends straight out. Kwaang-! It’s blocked. It doesn’t stop. This time, strength gathers in the legs.
Chapter 6: Half-monthly strength.
The foot of the light-born man, bent like a moon split in half, swung around. Kwaang-! It was blocked again.
Chapter 7: The Fierce Strength of the Tiger.
The whole body turned red. Red energy spread out in all directions.
In the meantime, Gwangjon kicks his seat and throws his fist once more.
Phew-!
It was stuck in the Emperor’s mind. The attack finally worked. But I wasn’t excited. There was no way he would die from something like this. I continued the chain attack.
Chapter 8: The Force of Breaking.
Light bursts out from the fist embedded in the Emperor’s mind. Soon.
Kwaaaaang-!!!
It exploded.
Dust rose in all directions. Gwangjon kicked away without hesitation. Not forward, but backward.
It flew several dozen meters in an instant and then landed.
Suddenly, I looked at the arm that had been stuck in the Emperor’s chest just a moment ago. The arm was gone.
Because it was cut off.
I raised my head and looked straight ahead. The dust disappeared.
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The Emperor stood there. His chin was pierced, but it quickly regenerated. Soon, Guangjun’s arm also regenerated.
“Ha, haha. Did you cut my arm at that moment?”
In the Emperor’s other hand he held the severed arm of the Gwangjeon.
The Shattered Blade is not a technique that explodes your hand. It is a technique that draws up your internal energy and erupts it forward. With that erupted technique, you pierced the Emperor’s psyche, and at that moment, his arm was cut off. That’s why you left the place. If you had stayed in that place, you probably would have died.
He was lucky. Gwang-Jeon truly thought so.
Now the conversation was meaningless. The exploration was over long ago. Everyone was at full strength.
The emperor thought, This is like the fight of the salt kings, Whoever beheads first wins.
Gwangjon felt something different. It was the gap.
One point, or maybe two points.
Those who don’t know anything will believe that it’s just a difference of one point until they die, but he’s not a madman. He had that level of eyes and sense.
He is at least two levels stronger.
Guangjon, who believed that he was at the beginning or intermediate level of the natural world, was in awe. Where on earth is this guy?
The edge of the natural landscape? Or beyond the natural landscape? Or between the natural landscape and the realm beyond it?
Come to think of it, the word Amazon doesn’t seem to fit.
Ma… … Hwang.
Yes, Demon Emperor.
Ma-hwang is better than Ma-zone.
The light source draws its power. His whole body trembles. His soul opens and light flows from his eyes.
The place where the light is is a frozen land created by the emperor.
The area around the lighthouse melted.
The ice that had been frozen in the air melted. Air circulated in the air and the wind blew.
The emperor also felt it. Just one move.
One attack and it’s all over.
The light was shining brightly.
Kwaaaaang-!!
The body becomes a dot, or rather a line, and moves forward.
The words ‘with all my might’ didn’t fit. Power.
I have pulled up everything that can be pulled up from the beginning.
It contains life. It contains the years of life. It contains will, pride, self-esteem, all of it in a fist.
Hangryongshippaljang. The descending dragon’s eighteen palms.
Oui, Wujiquan.
The final and final attack of the Light Lord’s Blade flies towards the Emperor’s head.
It’s an attack that no one can avoid.
If he had been the emperor at the time, if he had been the emperor at the time of the fight against Yanjon, he would not have been able to avoid it.
I had no intention of avoiding it in the first place. The emperor does not avoid it.
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The emperor has always been like that. He doesn’t avoid anything.
I held the sword. I held the Heavenly Horse Sword.
He devoted his life to the sword. There is no such thing as a technical name. It is a sword that the emperor realized, trained, and perfected during the hellish years he lived through.
Swing it.
There was no sound. Even the sound was swallowed up.
The fist of the light split the air, but it did not reach its target.
The Emperor’s black target was cut down. It was simply strong.
The attack itself disappears. The neck of the light rises into the air.
All the years that Gwangjon had lived, all the determination that he had carved into his heart and soul, and all the energy that was inherent in his life, were all pushed aside. The Emperor’s sword simply had the upper hand.
The life of the emperor was denser than that of the light-hearted, and when replaced by power, it was stronger, that was all.
dump.
The headless body of the Kwang-Jeon falls to the ground. Blood flows out. It freezes in an instant. Following that, the head of the Kwang-Jeon that was rising into the sky also falls to the ground with a thud.
The emperor was victorious.
Jack Milos won as always.
Also, the emperor keeps his word no matter what.
I took a step.
I picked up the severed head of the Gwangjeon. I looked into the Gwangjeon’s open eyes. It was already a corpse, but it didn’t matter.
The emperor said.
“Jim doesn’t lie.”
Gwangjon’s eyes were still open. He looked as if he couldn’t believe his own death.
The emperor continues speaking.
“Next is openness.”
