<-- Episode 355: Chapter 2: Countering poison with poison (2) -->
Ha Jinwol looked at the battlefield with cold eyes. The warriors of Northern Heavenly Gate and the warriors led by Hwa Jung-gyeong were engaged in a fierce battle. Their fight was staining the entire Bukmyeong-ro with blood.
The military power of the warriors led by Hwa Jung-gyeong was truly incredible. In particular, Hwa Jung-gyeong’s inaction was truly outstanding. Every time he swung the Fire Dragon Blade, three or four Northern Heavenly Gate warriors fell down, spraying blood.
Suddenly!
Hua Zhongqing, who had cut down the approaching Wendu of the Northern Heavenly Gate, looked around. There was no separate Hell of Asura. There were so many warriors tangled together that it was difficult to distinguish between enemy and enemy.
Someone’s life was fleetingly lost, and an unmanned person with missing limbs was sprawled on the floor, letting out a desperate scream. Among them were many people he knew.
‘If we continue like this, we will be massacred.’
Hua Zhongqing felt a strong sense of crisis. The situation was heading towards the worst.
His eyes turned to Ha Jin-wol, who was standing quietly at the front door. He tightly grasped the handle of the Fire Dragon Blade.
The mission was a failure anyway. Rather than inflicting damage on the Northern Heavenly Gate, only this side’s forces were completely destroyed.
Hua Zhongqing made a decision.
“Chahaha!”
He launched himself at Ha Jin-wol. Even if he lost all the troops he brought with him, he decided that only Ha Jin-wol’s life should be taken.
widely! widely!
Just by hitting the ground a couple of times, his new form was rushing right up to Ha Jinwol. Ha Jin-wol’s face came into view clearly.
Shoooo!
The Hwaryongdaedo trembled, and the red wading river rose clearly. A river crossing over three feet long plunged toward Ha Jinwol.
Hua Zhongqing had no doubt that this one move would be able to take He Jinyue’s life. But his faith was shattered the next moment.
Cheaeng!
Suddenly, a sword came out from behind He Jinyue and blocked the fire dragon sword. Unlike Hwajungjing’s Hwaryongdaedo, it was an ordinary sword. However, the elegance felt from an ordinary sword was unusual.
“Tch!”
Hwa Jung-gyeong had no choice but to step back due to the strong anti-shock force felt in his hand. Hua Zhongqing landed on the floor and looked at the sword’s owner.
He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. She has an extremely innocent-looking face that can be seen anywhere in the market. But even the energy waves felt in his body were not normal.
He was standing behind Ha Jinwol as if protecting him. Hua Zhongqing asked him.
“you are?”
“It’s called yellow iron.”
“Hwangcheol?”
Hua Zhongqing’s eyebrows twitched. Because it’s a name I’ve never heard of before. Every year, Mujeoksega collected information on world-renowned martial artists and created a directory.
A person with the same power as Hwang Cheol should have had his name listed in the directory. But Hwang Cheol’s name did not exist anywhere.
My palms still tingled. This was proof that the opponent’s strength was formidable. This level of effort and prayer was at least the highest level.
‘A master master who had reached his peak was crouching at the Bukcheonmun Gate without being revealed to the world? ‘How many more talented people are hidden in Bei Tianmen?’
Suddenly, it occurred to me that the Invincible Family had taken Beukcheonmun too lightly. But he soon erased his thoughts and glared at Hwang Cheol.
“Are you going to stop it?”
“You will hear all sorts of funny things. I am the commander of the Northern Heavenly Gate. “Isn’t it natural to protect the soldiers of this gate?”
“Right! “I said something stupid for a moment.”
Hwa Jung-gyeong gritted his teeth and rushed towards Hwang Cheol. He was clearly aware that he too could kill Ha Jin-wol if he had to overcome Hwang Cheol. Then he had no reason to hesitate.
Hiss!
Wagogang gushes out from Hwaryongdaedo again. Even though a group of intense lights came upon him, Hwang Cheol’s expression did not waver at all.
Hwangcheol swung his sword. He does it not for himself, but to protect Ha Jin-wol. A dazzling light burst from his sword. It was a sword lecture.
Wow!
The Do-gang and the Geom-gang collided, causing energy waves to flow in all directions.
Hwang Cheol’s sword was slashed lengthwise and horizontally, and Hwa Jung-gyeong’s vicious sword attacks continued to explode.
Hwa Jung-gyeong’s Nine Dragon Sword Technique boasted as powerful a force as its name. On the other hand, Hwang Cheol’s swordsmanship was nothing short of ordinary. It was wielded simply and without any modifications, and its power was by no means inferior to the Nine Dragon Blade.
“Ugh!”
Hua Zhongqing’s face was distorted in an unpleasant way. The plan to defeat Hwang Cheol and kill Ha Jin-wol in one fell swoop went awry from the start.
The yellow iron was like a wall. A strong wall built with a sword. No matter what attack Hwa Jung-gyeong unleashed, he was able to block it without any trouble.
Hwa Jung-gyeong realized that he could not overcome Hwangcheol with an ordinary herbal diet. Some special measures were needed.
Hua Zhongjing put all of his entire body’s internal power into the Fire Dragon Great Dao. Then, the sword river formed on Hwaryongdaedo expanded even further.
Ugh!
The Hwaryong Great Dao burst out in a solemn shout.
Nine dragons roar. It was a phenomenon that occurred before the final herbivory of the Nine Dragon Sword Technique. Nine Dragon Roar had a power that was on a different level from other herbivorous forms of Nine Dragon Taoism.
Seeing the unusual appearance of Hwa Jung-gyeong, Hwang Cheol also injected extreme energy into his sword. However, unlike Hua Zhongqing, his sword power was condensed into a small size. At first glance, it looked like the sword energy had barely appeared and was dangerously overlaid on the sword.
Hua Zhongqing’s eyebrows twitched. Common sense tells us that if the inner hole is injected in a polarized manner, the sword cavity should be larger. However, contrary to common sense, Hwang Cheol’s sword was condensed to a smaller size. It was an unreasonable phenomenon, but it felt even more dangerous.
“Chahaha!”
In the end, Hwa Jung-gyeong was the first to unleash a roar of nine dragons towards Hwang Cheol. The river that formed on his Hwaryong Daedo split into nine branches and flew toward Hwangcheol.
Coooo!
Even before the river crossing approached, the air shook violently.
Hwangcheol twisted his waist and put strength on the hand holding the sword. The moment I thought my ankles and waist had reached their limit, they came free at a frightening speed with a ‘popping’ sound.
The legs turned, and the waist followed. Finally, his shoulder turned and his hand holding his sword cut through the air.
Wedge!
Hwangcheol’s sword cut through the air and collided with the nine streams of rivers.
Wow!
A loud noise erupted and the world turned white. Hwang Cheol and Hwa Jung-gyeong’s bodies were engulfed in light.
“Oops!”
Someone was thrown backwards with a frustrated scream. The man who ended up lying on the floor after about a dozen pieces was none other than Hwa Jung-gyeong.
Almost half of Hwa Jung-gyeong’s side was cut off, and her internal organs were spilling out. Blood was pooling on the floor, and death appeared on Hwa Jung-gyeong’s face.
“Huh!”
He took a deep breath.
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Hwang Cheol looked down at Hwa Jung-gyeong. Hwang Cheol’s face did not show any pride or excitement that a winner would normally have. Instead, a bitter expression took its place.
Hwa Jung-gyeong looked up at Hwang Cheol with difficulty with bloodshot eyes.
“radish… … “Isn’t this the best way to swordsmanship?”
“We haven’t come up with a name yet.”
“her! Spear yourself… … You mean you didn’t do it? Cough!”
Hwa Jung-gyeong coughed up blood. The life in his eyes was slowly fading away. He finally mustered up the strength to speak.
“enemy… … What about the red sword? “It was like a red sunset had set down.”
“It’s a good name. From now on, I will call my sword technique the red sword.”
“Hehe!”
A smile appeared on Hua Zhongqing’s lips. That was the last time he was seen alive. However, Hwang Cheol’s chest felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a large rock had been placed on it.
I have lived my entire life with a staff. He was used to fighting to protect someone, but fighting to take his opponent’s life was still extremely uncomfortable. It felt like I was forced to wear clothes that didn’t fit. But Hwang Cheol knew that this was the path he had to take.
Thirteen years ago, he had to watch the death of Jin Guan-ho and the fall of Bei Tianmen. At that time, he was just an ordinary third-rate warrior. But now he is an expert who has seen the absolute wall. Hwa Jung-gyeong’s death proved that fact.
Hwang Cheol left Hwa Jung-gyeong’s body behind and walked to the place where the fight was taking place. It was a place where the warriors of the Northern Heavenly Gate fought fiercely.
“I couldn’t keep it then, but this time will be different. “I will risk everything to protect this Hwangcheol and Northern Heavenly Gate.”
There was no hesitation on Hwang Cheol’s face as he swung his sword at his enemies.
He was the proud warrior of the Northern Heavenly Gate.
Drip!
Blood had flowed from someone’s body and was falling to the floor. A puddle of blood instantly formed on the floor. There were over a hundred such puddles.
Jin Mu-won was standing in the middle of it all. In front of him, Seolgong was barely holding on and breathing heavily. There were only eighteen Arhats left around him.
A dark shadow was cast over Seolgong’s face. He looked around him with a miserable expression.
The hundred and eight arhats, the pillars of Shaolin, have collapsed.
They were brave. He didn’t even back down. If my comrades had died, I should have felt afraid and retreated. But they didn’t. Not a single person backed down until the moment of death. As a result, as you can see, most Arhats lost their lives.
They had all known Seolgong since childhood. Although they did not get along well due to differences in distribution, they were still like brothers who lived with a deep bond in the same space called Shaolin.
Jin Mu-won was in front of me. He was the one who killed his own brothers. But strangely enough, I didn’t hate him. I just felt resentful of the current situation where I had no choice but to confront him.
Jin Mu-won was also confused.
There was no way it was good to kill people. However, if he does not kill the Hundred and Eight Arhats, many people in Northern Heavenly Gate will lose their lives because of them.
I wouldn’t know if they hadn’t become enemies, but once they became enemies, I couldn’t take matters into their own hands.
Huh!
Seolgong raised his remaining power. The eighteen arhats also agreed with him and pulled out all of their last remaining power. No one seemed to have any intention of backing down.
Suddenly, Xue Gong looked back at the eighteen Arhats.
“Amitabha Buddha! “Thank you for everything.”
The eighteen arhats smiled at Snowgong. But soon their expressions changed decisively.
In their eyes, Jin Mu-won was a devil. It was clear that if Jin Mu-won was left alone like this, not only Unjungcheon but also the future of Shaolin would be in danger.
The eighteen Arhats exchanged glances. There was a sense of solemnity in their eyes. He is painfully aware of the fact that he can never defeat Jin Mu-won using normal methods.
The opponent is a monster that can’t do anything even if the entire Hundred and Eight Arhats attack him. It was absurd to think what to do with him with only the surviving eighteen Arhats and Seolgong. At least in a normal way.
The eighteen arhats who communicated in silence rushed towards Jin Mu-won without any hesitation. Seolgong followed him.
Jung-gwang, the biggest one, took the lead. Although she did not reach Geumgang Nahan, she excelled at external skills and boasted the strongest body. But he knew. That no matter how strong his own body is, he cannot receive Jin Mu-won’s one sword.
Jin Mu-won’s sword was scary. I was so scared that my teeth were shaking. The idea that I could be safe from being hit by his sword had already been blown away.
‘I will definitely die. But if I can slow down his sword just a little by sacrificing my life… … .’
He had some hope that Jin Mu-won was empty-handed.
Quaaa!
He extended his fist to Jin Mu-won. Tongbae-kwon, whose killing power was too strong to be considered an unwritten martial art, disturbed Jin Moo-won’s vision.
At that moment, Jin Mu-won kicked a branch that was lying on the floor.
Wedge!
An ordinary tree branch contained Jin Mu-won’s internal power and became a memorized weapon containing tremendous killing power.
Quang!
“Gagging!”
A hole opened in Joong-gwang’s fist as he was unfolding his fist. The branch that Jin Mu-won had kicked was stuck in his chest. Although Jung-gwang met his death in an awkward manner, there was a smile on his face.
In the blurred light, I could see my colleagues holding Jin Mu-won’s arms and legs. Seventeen people shouted, grabbing Jin Muwon’s arms and legs like shackles.
“Now.”
These were the words spoken to Seolgong.
Thanks to Jung-gwang’s sacrifice, Jin Mu-won’s limbs were tied. But they knew they wouldn’t last very long. Even though seventeen people have gathered their strength, it will be over once this devil-like person takes a single breath.
It was that desperate. They prayed that Seolgong would not make their sacrifice in vain. They desperately used their inner strength to prevent Jin Mu-won from being restrained.
Seolgong was also desperate. He unfolded the Geumgang Prajna (金剛般若掌). It was the strongest season that Seolgong had mastered.
Quaaa!
A tremendous amount of tension flew towards Jin Mu-won.
Jin Mu-won thought of an intangible sword.
‘It’s a snowflake.’
At that moment, Seolgong saw the jet black sword in Jin Muwon’s hand. And the jet-black sword split the world in two. That was the last sight of Seolgong and the eighteen Arhats.
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