16. Demon the White Dragon Slayer (1)
16. Demon the White Dragon Slayer (1) – Zhuge Wujun’s moving aircraft carrier
“Hoo······.”
Mok Jin, who saw Zhuge Wujun, let out a soft voice of admiration. Wasn’t this a sight truly worthy of the nickname of the Thousand Fan Lord?
“statement-!”
But that was just the beginning. In the midst of the storm-like raging wind, Zhuge Wujun’s thunderous shout burst out. And-.
“Ugh!”
It was a pressure so great that it reminded me of the inside of magma, or even more so. It was as if all the energy in the world had been gathered together, and the immense pressure of energy pressed down on my entire body, making even the greatest warrior in the world gasp for breath.
Is this the pressure that comes with just activating a formation? Mokjin couldn’t hide his surprise.
‘Because of the internal energy drive······? No, that’s not all.’
Clearly, even at first glance, they were martial artists with outstanding skills that could be counted among the best in the martial arts world. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were one of the three great martial artists representing the Zhuge family.
However, Mok-jin did not have any particular expectations about their martial arts. Just as an ant cannot defeat an elephant, in front of an absolute master who had reached the level of Deungbongjogeuk, it meant nothing to have a hundred or a thousand gathered unless they were absolute masters of a similar level.
But look at the formation they have deployed now,
Isn’t it a power so great that even he, who has transcended the realm of humanity and reached the so-called semi-divine realm, is momentarily bewildered?
No matter how much internal energy can be used through the internal energy drive, it is ultimately something that a person can use. However, the energy that covers the heavens and the earth has already gone far beyond its limits.
In that case, it would be no exaggeration to say that the formation that brought out this much power was solely the work of the formation. Compared to this formation, even the ancient formations that Mokjin had experienced up until now were nothing more than a child’s play.
It is said that the realm of the absolute masters is beyond human, but if one can obtain power so vast that it surpasses human realm, then what could be impossible to catch up with even the gap in enlightenment? Baekryongdae was founded based on such ideas.
Mok Jin, who had been instinctively raising his spirits and examining the energy of the formation, narrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
‘Is this really the correct strategy?’
Even if one has no knowledge of formations, a master who has studied martial arts deeply will be able to intuit the general destruction method by observing the flowing energy.
However, it was not the Yukhap Gongmyeong Daejin that Mokjin felt.
There was no life gate or death gate, which is usually the case with all formations, and it was simply a formation to completely construct an enemy who was completely trapped inside. The vaguely felt, extremely mechanical and efficient design idea to annihilate the enemy was so creepy that it made me feel an inexplicable chill.
Was there really a good reason for Jegal Se-ga to confidently present it? Mok-jin raised the corners of his mouth while directing his internal energy to the veins of his entire body to remove the pressure of the Yuk-hap Gong-myeong Dae-jin.
“Good. Of course, I think I can confidently call myself the enemy of the main deity only if I do this much.”
Then I should treat him accordingly. A dark aura begins to rise along Mokjin’s sword.
This phenomenon was not only seen in the silk sword, but also in the empty left hand. Black lava flowed down from Mokjin’s two eyes as he raised the Mukhyeochonra Shingong.
Zhuge Wujun frowned when he saw that sight.
“······That’s that guy’s martial arts.”
It’s a martial art I’ve seen before. It must have been a martial art performed against Seocheon Sword Master.
Zhuge Wujun was able to deduce that this was indeed Mok Jin’s Dokmun martial arts. Among the martial arts known to be those of absolute masters, there was no one known to have been able to shoot out black lightning like that.
It is impossible to fight against an unknown martial art, especially one that is confidently displayed by an absolute master, without any data. Zhuge Wujun was not foolish enough to let his guard down easily, intoxicated by the power of the Six-Hap Gongming Formation.
“under!”
First of all, before exploring.
Zhuge Wujun, who had weighed the risks and returns in the blink of an eye, waved both of his hands, and about half of the white steel lines flew in toward all directions of Mokjin while making a high-pitched whistle-like sound.
‘Most possible variables can be handled.’
The path that Kangseon follows is one that he calculated himself based on the data he had obtained from Mokjin through Jegalhol and Dol a little while ago.
The steel ships fired fierce steel blasts at different times, following a strategy that was so meticulously coordinated that even androids would be startled.
“It was called a ‘crushing machine’.”
Mokjin’s sharp gaze scanned the white rays of light flying in. With his transcendental eyesight, he caught sight of white energies swaying.
‘It’s so sophisticated that it can’t even be compared to what I saw before.’
The blades vibrate like saw blades, containing the secret of the crushing machine, and have a cutting power so strong that even the same blades would have a hard time handling them.
Even someone with a weak skill like Jegal Hee could cut through Mok Jin’s strength, but if it was a master like Jegal Mujun who used a powerful sword, it would be impossible to guarantee even a moment of time.
At least, if it’s just an ordinary river.
“Come on, let’s stick together like a man.”
I will drop everything. Mokjin quietly raised his left hand while looking at the white crushing irons flying in to fill his field of vision.
A movement that is so leisurely that it is frustrating to be in the center of a storm of strong energy.
However, the power contained in that movement was so ferocious that it gave goosebumps to even the undefeated veteran Baekryongdae.
‘······!’
They felt.
His hands slowly rising with their relaxed expressions, and the massive flow of energy following their trajectory.
They saw.
A mad dragon with a dark lightning bolt in its mouth, nesting inside it.
The energy that seemed ready to go wild at any moment was so violent that even those far away could feel it.
And then, the moment Mokjin released Gwangryong’s leash-.
The giant wireless ship was covered in countless black lightning bolts.
Ink Thunder Heavenly Ra Shingong.
This martial art was created based on the Cheonmasingyo’s secret school, Suraamheukgang, Taoism’s Cheonwangsimgyeol, and the ancient martial art Byeokryeokgigong created a long time ago. Despite being an incomplete martial art, it is a divine art that is so outstanding that it enabled Mokjin’s teacher to rise to the position of one of the Four Great Demon Lords of the Cheonmasingyo.
And the one who completed the unfinished divine skill that had been passed down through the generations was none other than the 6th Heavenly Horse, Lee Mok-jin.
The perfected Silent Thunder Heavenly Shingong he displayed was an extremely hegemonic martial art that had no equal in the world.
The martial arts that controlled the strong energy that looked like a thunderbolt of black color sometimes destroyed everything in front of them like a rampaging dragon, and sometimes wove a net that covered the entire sky.
A martial art that was lost from the history of martial arts for twenty centuries along with Mokjin’s seclusion, as he did not have any disciples.
The ancient divine power that was briefly revealed during the past confrontation with the Western Sword Master was revealing its true form in the distant future.
‘There are a lot.’
An infinitely small amount of time that can only be obtained by repeatedly dividing each second.
Mokjin saw it in a transcendent consciousness that far surpassed physical time.
As if he had calculated it, the saw-like, sharp energy shot out in every direction he could move.
So does that make him hesitate?
No, that’s not true.
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As the saying goes, “A dry spell in the middle of a rainstorm”, an absolute master who has gained control of a moment will not allow even a single wound to be sustained in the midst of an onslaught pouring down like rain, just as his clothes will not get wet even in a heavy downpour.
It was clear to Mokjin. A thin thread of life was visible between the storm of strong winds.
But he didn’t follow that path.
Because his mind’s eye was warning him.
The weak points visible through the gaps in the killer traps that cover the entire field of vision. In fact, they are all cleverly designed traps.
Avoid it or destroy it.
There was nothing to worry about.
A head-on confrontation with force.
The unmanned Imokjindo and Cheonma Imokjindo are the roads that are most welcome.
So Mok-jin declared to them without hesitation that he would make all the pure white fan ribs that Zhuge Liang trusted so much fall to the ground.
Mokjin raised his left hand, which was not holding the sword. Violent internal energy surged out from his dantian through his blood vessels like a tidal wave.
There is no case where the internal energy flowing through the blood vessels in the body runs wild without being caught in the state of possession by the spirit of the mind, but in the case of the silent heavenly spirit, that is the right path.
The idea of seizing the reins of one’s inner energy that runs wild with transcendent will and gaining power beyond human scope was a martial art that was more worthy of the name of Cheonma than any other martial art.
In a moment where time seems to have stopped, dark lines shoot out like rays of light.
A line of dark color that cuts through everything that blocks its path along an irregular trajectory like lightning.
Even the same strong energy that could easily cut through the weak energy of Jegalmoojun was unable to withstand the strong energy of the Mokraecheonrashinkong that unfolded in a bizarre trajectory and was pierced like a tofu.
“······.”
A loud noise that shook the eardrums. And the afterimage of black lightning like a sumi-e painting covering the entire wireless radio.
That was all that Zhuge Wujun and Baek Yongdae could recognize.
A net of black lightning, which made even the storm he had called into being nothing more than a breeze, was engraved in the sky. Zhuge Wujun, who was taking in this disastrous scene, swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
‘If you confront something like that head on.’
Even with the help of Yeo-ui-jeong and the highest level consciousness awakening module, the speed of the release was so fast that it was impossible to even properly capture it, and the energy felt from that clean and neat cut without a single trace of anything was not an ordinary energy.
The reverberation of the energy so violent that it makes the air tingle. What on earth is that man who controls the energy that runs wild to the point where it’s hard to believe it’s human, like his own limbs?
“······I can’t see the bottom.”
Where did such a monster come from? Jegal Mujun quietly bit his lower lip and muttered in an anxious voice. That master who had brought the Western Sword Master to his knees was constantly increasing his opponent’s abilities compared to his initial predictions, but that man named Lee Mokjin continued to show more than that as if he was teasing him.
Could it be that he really has limitations? Deep in my heart, a question mixed with anxiety began to slowly rise.
Zhuge Wujun shook his head with all his might.
‘You must not lose your cool.’
If the leader loses confidence, the team will inevitably fall apart. Since the life or death of all 128 Baekryongdae members is in one’s hands, weak thoughts are forbidden.
To begin with, they were not a group that was so well-off that they could have thought that their opponents would be weak even before they fought. There was always a strong enemy standing in front of the Baekryongdae and the Jegal family.
Any strength can be overcome with wise wisdom.
Among the many martial arts families, the Jegal family was the only one that could produce many famous masters despite its reputation in the martial arts world, but that is why they were more accustomed to fighting strong people than anyone else.
‘I will definitely win..’
He made up his mind.
They are the wise descendants of Resonance who always seek the path to victory.
The destination of a great nation will always be victory.
Author’s Note
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Information) The Yukhap Gongmyeong Daejin is a formation created by combining the principles of the Five Elements and the Nine Palaces based on the Yukhap, but because it is deeply related to mathematics and computing algorithms, its basic concept itself is different from the formations seen in the Mokjin era. The absence of living and dead characters is also a result of the fusion of modern scientific ideas.
Information) The one who created the Mokroecheonra Shingong based on the Suraamheukgang, the sect’s exclusive school, was the master of Mokjin, one of the four great demon lords of the demon cult at the time. Although he possessed outstanding talent to the point of creating a peerless new art, he was slightly lacking in perfecting the Mokroecheonra Shingong.
Information) The perfected Ten-Star Gangmo-eoseon technique performed by the Heavenly King Jegal Mu-jun is recognized as a martial art of ascension, comparable to that of the Cheondubi-ryongseom of Seocheon Sword Marquis Kim Yeon-hwa, who is of a similar lineage, and Mancheonhwa-u, a scholar of the fallen Sacheon Tangmun.
Information) Although the Baekryongdae of the Jegal Se family does not have any notable masters other than the Heavenly King Jegal Mujun, they have won against many absolute masters, including many reclusive masters, or groups of secret masters who threaten the peace of the martial arts world by maximizing their tactical/strategic advantage.
