Episode 627
Kunlun Mountain is said to have the most beautiful scenery in the world today.
This place was so famous on the Eastern Continent that it was said that immortals lived there. It was understandable.
No, it was stranger that he wasn’t famous.
This is where the group called Cheonmasingyo was born.
This place, which was a holy place to some and a forbidden place to others, was home to followers of the Cheonmasin religion.
The number alone is in the tens of thousands.
It was the result of people scattered all over the country coming together in one place.
And in that place, a naked man appeared.
He looked around with an expression of incomprehension.
First of all, you see people smiling brightly.
And then there were those who appeared to be practicing martial arts.
Their waists were cinched with black belts, symbolizing the warriors of the Cheonmasingyo, and each belt had a different number of lines drawn on it.
Some people have one, some people have two, some people have three.
Of these, three were tall.
It was a very common landscape of Kunlun Mountain, but not to this man.
The man with three belt straps said.
“Fast and fast. Ten times more.”
Then a few of the two men let out a sigh.
“Senior Warrior, I have already done this over a hundred times. Do I need to do more?”
“Do more.”
“Hey, please look at me. I’m dying from exhaustion.”
The senior warrior was resolute.
“Do it. Don’t make me say any more.”
Although he eventually did it, the naked man frowned at the sight.
That was when.
All those who were practicing turned their heads.
Only then did they notice the naked man. It was too late, but it was true.
Because the level of difference was so significant.
He wasn’t feeling well right now.
“How on earth did the new religion end up like this?”
The hundreds of people around him all sat down in their seats. His quiet lament contained a considerable amount of internal energy.
So, did he intend this situation or not?
He didn’t mean to.
Rather, it couldn’t be a lie, since he even made a puzzled expression while looking at them as they sat down.
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It was a funny situation.
It is clear that he possesses tremendous power, but he cannot control it.
He grabbed his head with his hands.
“… … New religion? Wait. Why am I… … here?”
He was on the verge of falling into his own troubles.
The Shinsei warriors who had been training all raised their swords and aimed them at him.
The naked man, clutching his head, reacted reflexively.
He just waved his hand.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!
There was a loud noise and the ground began to split apart.
The surrounding Shinto believers, no, the people, were about to be swept away.
A man appeared on the spot.
He spread his arms and at the same time his hair shot out in an instant, blocking all the flying debris.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!!
A loud noise rings out belatedly.
Yang Bul-hwi, who had retrieved his hair through the dust, furrowed his brow.
Substitute.
“What the hell are you doing here in this new church… … Huh?”
Yang Bul-hwi was genuinely surprised.
No, I was shocked.
This shouldn’t happen. No, it can’t happen.
The naked man turns his head. He looks at Yang Bul-hwi.
“Do you know me?”
“… … What kind of trick are you playing? Yeongjeong, how are you still alive? How could someone who should have died a long time ago… … .”
“… … Spirituality? Spirit… … Jeong?”
At the name that came out of Yang Bul-hwi’s mouth, the naked man made a confused expression, but then opened his eyes wide as if he was a blind person who had just had his eyes opened.
Slowly, a smile appears on his lips.
His imperfect energy also found stability.
He was there, as if he was one with nature.
The presence itself covers the surroundings.
It was overwhelming.
“Haa… … This is beyond words.”
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The naked man, who had been smiling self-deprecatingly, raised his head and continued speaking.
“Blood Demon Yang Bul-Hwi of the Blood Demon Cult. It’s been a while.”
“… … .”
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“I feel like I just woke up from a long sleep. That’s why I ask, how long has it been?”
“From what?”
“From the moment the Eastern Continent fell to the Western Continent.”
“… … 20 years have passed.”
“20 years… … . If it’s short, it’s short, and if it’s long, it’s a long time.”
Hehe.
Yeongjeong, who had been smiling like that, extended his hand.
Then, a long cannon flies in from the direction of the fingertips, cutting through the wind.
The distance was roughly over 5km.
It’s something that someone I don’t know had washed and hung outside to dry, and now it’s come flying in.
The clothes fit the spirit’s body perfectly.
Yang Bul-hwi’s eyebrows furrow.
It’s still the same.
A person of that level of strength can read everything moving from kilometers away.
Yeongjeong quickly brought out a robe that fit his body. Yeongjeong shook his hand.
“It’s so empty.”
“… … .”
“I don’t have the Heavenly Demon Sword. Do you know where it is?”
Yang Bul-hwi did not answer.
The expression on Youngjeong’s face changes strangely.
“Twenty years is a long time. For the blood cult leader who used to talk so much to become so cautious, I’ve definitely lived a long life to see this.”
That was when.
Yeongjeong’s feet pushed off the ground. In an instant, Yeongjeong was next to Yang Bul-hwi. And.
Once again, Yeongjeong looked surprised.
“It wasn’t just that I became more cautious.”
Exactly 1cm away from Yeongjeong’s abdomen was Yang Bul-hwi’s hair.
It was sharp and full of energy, and it looked like it would pierce Yeongjeong’s abdomen at any moment.
But it didn’t stretch. Yang Bul-hwi turned his head.
“You are no longer the leader of the Cheonmasin Church.”
“… … .”
“So, just go away.”
Yeongjeong looked at Yang Bul-hwi as if he had forgotten and asked.
“You didn’t ask this. When I was the leader, the basic principle of the Shinkyo was to obey orders, but when I look at the other side, they would sometimes spit out what their superiors said. It doesn’t seem like the Shinkyo has failed, but what on earth happened?”
Yeongjeong smiled eerily and grabbed Yang Bul-hui’s hair, which was in front of his nose, with his left hand.
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The clash of souls gave off an eerie, burning smell, but Yeongjeong’s expression did not change. Yeongjeong continued.
“How on earth did the discipline of the new religion become so lax?”
“… … .”
“Who is it? The current leader?”
“Don’t you think it’s me?”
“I won’t do it. Even if ten years, twenty years, or even two hundred years pass, you will never be able to assume the position of leader of a great power.”
“… …Why do you think so?”
“Because that’s your bowl.”
“… … .”
“You can be the leader of the Blood Demon Sect. You can be the leader of a small group. But you can’t be the leader of a huge force that unifies all the sects like the Heavenly Demon Sect.”
Yeongjeong paused for a moment and continued speaking with a bitter smile.
“Because he’s a guy who’s afraid of taking responsibility.”
“… … .”
“You are afraid of being criticized, and you have a pathological dislike of being criticized. The vessel is small, the vessel. Let me ask again. Who is the current leader? Could it be the Emperor of the West?”
Psik, Yang Bul-hwi smiles.
“Find out. Use your talents.”
“Hehe, yes. This is the Blood Horse I know. I will find out for myself as you wish. With all my skill.”
With great skill.
This word was important. Yeongjeong had always solved everything through force in his life. This time was no different.
Yeongjeong stretched out his ear as he pulled his opposite fist back.
Yang Bul-hwi’s hair clumped together to form an awl. It extended towards Yeong-jeong’s fist.
Kwaaaaaaaang-!!!
* * *
Everyone makes mistakes.
But when that mistake has fatal consequences, it shouldn’t end with mere regret.
You have to make up for that mistake before you regret it.
He just thrust his sword forward.
square-!
Blood spurts onto Ryu Jin’s right cheek. At the same time.
Kwaaaaang-!!
My stomach was pulled back hard.
My head was pounding. My eyebrows furrowed at the real pain I felt for the first time in a long time. I didn’t avoid it or back down.
He gripped the handle of the Heavenly Horse Sword, which was extended straight ahead, tightly. With a thud, the tendons in his arms shot up and his muscles bulged.
A crimson flame formed on the Heavenly Horse Sword. As soon as it formed the shape of a cross, he struck down the sword.
[Cheonma Shingong] [Chapter 6. Cheonma Mad Flame Dance]
Crunch-!
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Ryu Jin’s right arm shot up into the sky. At the same time, his feet swung around.
Kwaaang.
My body flies straight through and crashes into the wall.
To be honest, it hurt.
A pain as if my back was going to break spread through my whole body, but I didn’t show it.
I just laughed.
I’m serious.
“… … I never intended to ignore bloodlines, but to this extent… … . The more I look at it, the more absurd it becomes.”
It was because of the sight of Ryu Jin staring blankly at his severed arm.
Ryujin is strong.
There have been exactly five attacks now, and that should be enough to determine Ryu Jin’s level, but at first I thought Ryu Jin’s level was beginner level in natural science.
But no.
He had already reached the intermediate level of natural science, and he was giving off a precarious vibe as if he might even surpass that level in one breath.
That’s why Ryu Jin’s arm was cut off just now.
Even I, who have not yet reached the realm of nature and are at the end of the realm of myth, have done it.
I haven’t been around long, but I know one thing for sure about fighting.
If you can land a valid blow no matter how different the level is, the outcome of the fight will not be determined by a simple difference in level.
If you cut off an arm, that means you can cut off a head. That’s it.
Ryu Jin’s arm sprouts. And the arm that regenerates is not human.
It had scales, long fingers, and even long fingernails. Not only were they long, but each one was curved like a creature’s claws.
And I know that form. The arms of dragons in a state of tolerance, just like that.
“… … This guy, I guess he can’t even be considered human anymore. Hehe.”
Ryu Jin, who was smiling self-deprecatingly, suddenly kicked away from his seat.
As soon as I realized it, I swung the Heavenly Demon Sword to the side.
Phew-!
It cut through the air. Ryu Jin’s outstretched hand was seen reaching out, slicing through the space. He pushed off the ground with his feet and turned his body.
Phew-!
Five of Ryujin’s claws are stuck in my side. My organs are torn and distorted. My brows furrow in pain. That was it.
He clenched his left fist tightly. Even though his body was torn apart, his organs were bursting out, and even his limbs were lost.
You can’t back down.
If you have an unbreakable spirit, opportunities will arise, just like now.
He stretched out his left arm. Crunch, Ryujin’s beard was caught. If he had hair, he would have grabbed it.
Ryu Jin’s eyes opened wide. It was understandable.
Because my face would have looked bigger and bigger.
It was simple.
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I just bit Ryu Jin’s face.
Kwajik!
