< Cheonma (2) >
Chorrrrrr—!
A pitch-black iron chain flies in with a loud clanging sound.
It started out as just one line, but as time went by, the black trajectories increased in number, and soon there were three.
“Ugh!”
But Hugo’s response was no different than before.
Based on the senses maximized by “nervousness”, he moved his body according to his intuition, borrowing the power of physical strengthening skills including “super strength”.
Kaka kaka!
I twisted my body to avoid the first chain, and the second chain flowed out with the magic of flexibility.
Meanwhile, the third chain flew in like a snake and moved cleverly, trying to restrain his body—.
‘Where!’
Instead, he sneakily inserted his own weak point into the trajectory, and took advantage of the pause in the oncoming attack to get out of the way.
“Hey, you punk! That little brat is incredibly clever!”
The black man who attacked him, the Black Riders of the Demonic Cult, exploded with rage.
If we were to judge only by skill, it wouldn’t have been strange if they had caught him a long time ago, but since the opponent was holding his own life hostage every time a dangerous attack came, they couldn’t take action rashly.
The leader himself ordered us to capture him alive, so how could we possibly kill him even by mistake?
Of course, even if the opponent took advantage of that, if it was one-on-one, such tricks wouldn’t have worked, but they weren’t the only ones here.
Shh! Kakakan!
After a failed attempt at capturing him, the black chains hurriedly returned and formed a circle, barely able to block the blades that suddenly flew towards them.
“Oh, I guess the road you took was funny.”
“Yu Yun Sword···.”
The elder of the shaman faction, Unhyeonjin, is an opponent that is not easy to see even for the Black Horse Army.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up on completing the task quickly and prioritize dealing with the enemy in front of him.
“Whoa, this is crazy.”
Thanks to that, Hugo was able to catch his breath and looked around while lightly wiping away the sweat.
As he said, the surrounding situation was already in a state of chaos as it was flowing by without a trace.
Kwaaang—!
“Kill him!”
“These damned bastards!”
A continuous stream of explosions, screams, shouts, and curses.
Who would have thought that this was the interior of the once reverent Shaolin Temple just a short time ago?
Considering that everyone gathered here was a talented individual with their own talents and abilities, each and every drop of blood flowing now could be considered a great loss to the entire martial arts world.
Perhaps the Demonic Cult was after that too, and that’s why they attacked now.
‘···Yes, this is definitely a tragedy. But···.’
Everything has a trade-off.
The current situation was clearly a crisis, but in some ways it was also an opportunity.
There are people in this world whose talents blossom even in such disastrous situations.
And the representative figure of this was none other than myself.
“ha-.”
Hugo took a deep breath and his pupils dilated.
His senses, which had been sharpened by the activation of “Limit Breakthrough” that he had been unable to use recklessly due to its side effects, began to quietly but quickly absorb information flowing out from his surroundings.
‘Actually, this was one of the reasons I came here. …I didn’t anticipate such an extreme situation.’
In this battlefield where lives are at stake, the warriors were freely pouring out the skills they had honed.
Because the current situation is not so easy that you can survive by hiding something.
“f*ck, f*ck! This is why I didn’t want to come!”
At the same time that the dark energy that flew from the fingertips of the aggro-kun of the Sacheondangmun drew a strange trajectory, the uncomprehensive martial arts contained therein was engraved into Hugo’s mind.
It was a vision of a high level of perfection as a martial art, but it wasn’t that difficult to steal the meaning of it because the user’s level was low.
“Soran! Come here!”
“Brother!”
In that sense, the swords of Namgung Hwang, the head of the Namgung Se family, and his sister Namgung Soran were good prey.
Namgung Se-ga is a swordsman with a reputation that is second to none in the world.
When the visionary swordsmanship that emphasized strength and weight was revealed in real combat, Hugo’s fingertips twitched involuntarily under the influence.
‘Indeed, there is a reason why the giant Sega are called prestigious families.’
It wasn’t just the martial arts of Sega that became his nourishment.
The splendid swordsmanship of the Hwasanpa Plum Blossom Swordsman and the thrilling swordsmanship of the Jeomchangpa warrior were jumbled together in my head, and the martial arts of the Buddha and Taoism were mixed here and there.
And the evil cult’s unique and destructive martial arts that collide with him.
In the midst of a battlefield where the lives and deaths of talented people gathered from all over the continent are intertwined and thoughts and karma are intertwined.
Hugo sucked in everything he saw, heard, and felt like a black hole at its center, and accordingly, his thoughts on martial arts began to expand endlessly.
The body was already trained to the max, but the mind had reached even higher heights.
Also, with the countless elixirs Harris provided and the “Heavenly Energy Body” that could maximize them, my internal energy was not lacking.
All he needs is the enlightenment of the mystery of martial arts.
And this incident has served as an opportunity to fulfill that need.
《The entity has achieved enlightenment by achieving the conditions. It acquires the special skill “Manryuguijong.”》
His rapid growth began to gain momentum.
Even those who were fighting fiercely around him were unable to contain their confusion at the flow of energy moving around him.
“Enlightenment in this situation?”
“Wow, at that age, she’s at her peak. What the hell is this···.”
“···Hit! We must secure the author’s new soldiers!”
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“Where are these guys!”
This caused a bit of a commotion in the area, but the unrest didn’t last long.
That’s understandable, because that’s why Hugo was able to choose to grow up with peace of mind.
Because a strong support team appeared at the scene at that very moment.
***
The first to notice the abnormality were the two people who were fighting the loudest here.
Cheonma, who was showing off his might by pushing his opponent in a somewhat one-sided manner, and Shinseung, who was hanging on to him until the end with a messy appearance.
“You’re persistent, Shin Seung Mujin.”
“Hehehe, perseverance is one of Binseung’s few prides… Hmm?”
“···What is this?”
Their arguing words stopped and their gazes turned to one place.
Not far from this chaos, on top of a nearby pavilion that overlooks the place.
There, ‘it’ was there.
“···What is that?”
“···Ugh.”
The presence was so alien that the two masters of the past were momentarily speechless.
It certainly had a human-like appearance… but could it really be called a human?
And the movements of the two people who had the greatest presence on this battlefield could not help but naturally influence the other unmanned personnel who were sensitive to auras.
It was natural that they stopped fighting one by one, observed the situation, and followed that gaze to the roof of the pavilion.
“What’s that guy?”
“···Lion’s head?”
Those who turned their gaze like that were soon able to encounter it.
An unidentified monster wearing a monster mask is crouching on the roof like a wild beast about to hunt, looking down at the pavilion.
“What are you, you punk?”
With everyone’s attention focused.
As if speaking for their minds, Cheonma frowned slightly and opened his mouth.
He was able to know, having already reached the state of observing all things in the world through qi.
That it was a completely different kind of creature than anything he had ever seen in his entire life.
No, if I had to pick a similar opponent, there was one person that came to mind…
‘No, that can’t be. It’s a bit of a leap. Maybe it would be better if it were Geumodo.’
At that moment, the monster slowly stood up from his seat, his dynamic muscles clearly visible through his naked torso.
A transcendent body that seems to have condensed the words ‘power’ and ‘violence’ into a human form.
“Wow, this is truly the pinnacle of external power.”
“Is that a realistically possible body?”
Several unmanned beings expressed admiration that was out of place in the situation at the ultimate body that was no different from that unmanned utopia.
Whether it was envy or jealousy underlying it… it was a natural reaction, as if there was a perfection there that could never be achieved through ordinary training, as if it were a legendary transformation.
It was then that the being that had raised its body and opened its mouth amidst everyone’s attention.
“Ah— good, good. This is a really good atmosphere!”
With everyone’s attention focused on this situation, the monster, Harley, nodded in satisfaction and continued speaking.
“Let me introduce myself first! My name is Kwangma! Oh, and I’ve reached an agreement with the guy who used that nickname until recently through an amicable discussion, so there won’t be any misunderstandings!”
And then he started to calmly promote himself to those who were paying attention.
From now on, he is the real mad horse, and the old mad horse is his subordinate and close friend.
It was as if they had been interested in this promotion from the beginning.
“Oh, and the reason I came here is···.”
But his playful side didn’t last long.
After briefly introducing himself, he met Cheonma’s gaze, who was glaring at him, and raised the corners of his mouth fiercely.
“It’s hunting.”
A wicked smile filled with madness that seemed like it would set the world on fire, completely unlike the frivolous appearance he had shown until now.
The air around him became heavy and the expressions on everyone’s faces hardened.
“I heard there’s some really great game here.”
that.
It was a smile that clearly showed why he called himself a madman.
“Okay—then I’ve finished introducing myself.”
But he didn’t care at all about how his words and actions changed the atmosphere of the place.
With his eyes sparkling with madness, he only looks at his prey from beginning to end.
“Now… let’s have a game! Hahahaha!”
Kwaaang!
After finishing the task of making himself known in such a one-sided manner, the mad horse rushed to his next target, the prey, Cheonma.
With just one slap of the foot, the entire roof of the pavilion that had just stood there was blown away.
***
With the entry of the madman Harley, the battle situation began to flow in an unexpected direction.
The biggest factor is that the fight with Cheonma, which was a life-or-death risk factor, began to maintain balance.
Harley, who took the lead in place of Ambassador Mujin, who was already close to his limit from the intense fighting, was not pushed back much against that formidable enemy.
Choaaaak—!
No, in fact, if you just look at the nature of the fight, it’s true that even that was inferior to Cheonma…
“Ha, how unbelievable. This monster.”
Cheonma gritted his teeth as he avoided the opponent who was charging forward recklessly and inflicted another fatal wound with a sword strike that went beyond recognition.
A deep scar that extends from the left shoulder to the right waist and reaches the internal organs.
Considering that the weapon used there was a powerful weapon made of magic, it was already a death sentence for the target.
“Ouch, that hurts! Oh my!”
But that was the only reaction they showed right after allowing such an attack.
Cheonma stared sharply through his narrowed eyes at the sight of the blood slowly stopping and the wound healing.
‘That’s right.’
And as a result of that observation, he reached a certain conclusion and burst into empty laughter again.
‘Adapting to my attacks.’
Because the playback speed was noticeably faster than the initial attack.
To begin with, it was absurd that a wound from a strong force could heal so quickly.
What more is there to say about the killing power of the strong energy composed of magic that is hostile to all beings?
If he had been hit directly by such an attack, even a true immortal would have been bedridden, but the monster completely ignored all of that and instead regenerated its wounds.
It’s as if I’ve mastered the legendary art of immortality.
‘No, that can’t be.’
However, Cheonma, who had actually encountered the original copy of the Immortal Sword in the Cheonma Library, which was only permitted to the cult leader, firmly shook his head.
The immortality in the story is largely exaggerated, and I can guarantee that this phenomenon has absolutely nothing to do with you···.
Crackle!
At that moment, Harley’s sharp fingertips roughly tore through his unguarded forehead.
It was so deep that it almost reached the skin.
“Ugh, what a shame! Does that hyung have a good sense too?”
At those natural and innocent words, Cheonma’s expression hardened even more.
He had no idea that Harley was endlessly burning the massive amount of madness supplied by the “Seed of Madness” to replenish her bio-energy, but he could clearly understand that if he left it alone, there would be nothing he could do.
“···I can’t help it.”
But that doesn’t mean I can just back out like this.
Finally, he decided to bring out one of the strengths he had been hiding.
Woohoo—
The greatest martial art of all time, Cheonmasingong (天魔神功), is only permitted to the leader of the Cheonmasingyo sect.
From his sword, a jet-black magical energy began to burn brightly and take the shape of a giant sword.
“I really didn’t want to use this.”
and···.
‘···What’s that?!’
In it, a power that Harley had experienced before was slowly mixing in.
The glow of sunset shimmering through the pitch-black darkness.
‘Divine power···!’
It was something I never expected would still remain in this world.
It was the remnant of his adversary.
