◈ Episode 17. Martial Arts Recovery
The most intense war in the history of martial arts, the Great War.
The most intense of these was the fight between the masters of Palseong (八星) and Goocheonmaeng (求天盟).
Geomseong Mongyeon was the first of them to die, but he was the first master to put the undefeated Shenlong in danger.
Jinmu Rip was certain that Jongbiung’s martial arts contained traces of the Yuuncheon Sword, a martial art used by Geomseong.
If he had mastered the martial arts of the Black Sword Master, it would be understandable that he would have taken over the kingdom of Chongqing in just ten years.
Jong Bi-woong’s heart, which rarely panicked, pounded as if it was going to burst.
‘How did he do that?’
Jongbiwoong, who barely regained his composure, raised his internal strength to counter Jinmurip’s cold aura.
“Who are you!”
Jinmu Rip asked, lightly ignoring Jongbiung’s shouts.
“Who else besides you learned their martial arts?”
Jongbiwoong shouted.
“Answer my question first!”
“You’re the type of person who only wants to talk if you’re right.”
The moment his quiet soliloquy ended, Jinmu-rip’s long coat fluttered and an eerie tension appeared across the space.
‘The palm of the hand without a moon?’
The terrified Jongbiung swung his sword urgently.
Dismissed!
As the tension was released surprisingly easily compared to the momentum, Jong-bi-woong gained confidence.
“Are you looking down on me just because of my mere military achievements as a general?”
There is nothing to hide since there are no eyes to see.
The creepy aura of Jongbiwoong’s swordplay was on a different level from what I had seen at Jangwon.
Jinmu-rip immediately twisted his upper body.
The sword passed through his chest with the sound of his clothes being torn, and was retrieved, leaving behind only an afterimage.
A bitter smile appeared on Jongbiwoong’s lips.
‘He’s just a talker.’
Jongbiung was convinced that the initial momentum Jinmurip had shown was just a bluff.
A pure white flash of light poured down like a heavy rain toward the retreating Jinmu-rip.
Jinmu-rip’s eyes grew cold.
‘Looking at how he uses the falling star attack, it seems he’s mastered the first half properly.’
The surging flash narrowly missed Jinmu-rip’s shaking upper body.
Jongbiwoong, who had slid to the left, swung his sword and spoke.
“From whom did you learn the martial arts of Jangseong?”
Jinmu-rip tilted his head back and looked down at Jongbi-ung and laughed.
“There are many things I wonder about when I die soon.”
As the sword passed under his chin and shook, leaving an afterimage, Jinmu Rip raised his sword.
Taang!
As the palm hit the black surface precisely, Jongbiung’s arm shook violently.
The two people, whose upper bodies were shaking, widened their strides and corrected their balance.
Jongbiung swung his sword without hesitation.
‘This is my gap!’
Jinmu Rip shook his upper body to avoid the attack, then stepped back and extended his right arm.
Shoooo!
The smooth tension, like flowing water, split into two the moment it touched Jongbiung’s sword.
“joy!”
Jongbiwoong snorted and waved his arms vigorously.
Phagec!
The sword swayed left and right, releasing the two tensions. However, Jinmu-rip’s movements were not over.
Jinmu-rip, who had lowered his posture considerably, had already dug under the shaking sword.
Jongbiwoong couldn’t understand.
‘Why would a guy who has mastered the art of martial arts do that?’
The tension that allows for tremendous power to be unleashed in each blow requires a long preparation time.
I don’t know about the dragon that is acknowledged as the best in the world, but I have never heard of it unleashing its power in close combat.
Jinmu-rip, who had already dug into the chin, smiled brightly.
“Why do you think I only know the long method?”
The palm that was approaching soon turned into a fist.
Jongbiung, who instinctively sensed the crisis, immediately pulled the sword.
bang!
In the head-on collision between the sword and the fist, it was Jong-bi-woong who let out a scream.
“Ugh!”
My wrist feels numb as if it were frozen solid.
Due to the tremendous impact, Jongbiwoong’s feet were lifted about a foot off the ground.
Jinmu Rip’s sleeves instantly froze in the extreme negative energy that surged from his dantian.
“Even if you learn the art of the new era, it is useless if you don’t have talent.”
Jinmu Rip’s two fists, which had extended one foot, rained down with a storm-like force.
Kookwakwakwakwa!
The continuous attacks without stopping like a thunderbolt are the Seungyeonbi Gyeomkwon of the Thousand Hands Ten Thousand Transformations Technique.
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Jongbiwoong was shocked when he found out.
‘You mean you even learned Kwon Sung’s martial arts?’
Jongbiwoong, who had lost his place to stand, started getting beaten like a wooden puppet.
“Ugh!”
If you just defend the acupoints, you can endure the pain from the blows.
This is because Jinmu Rip refrained from using powerful attacks in order to continue his attacks.
But with every fist that touched, the penetrating cold chill was freezing his blood vessels.
Jongbi Woong gritted his teeth.
‘I’d rather give you a room!’
A fist of incredible power slammed into his wide-open abdomen.
Boom!
“Coolook!”
Jongbiung, who had been flying while spitting out blood, crashed into a large tree.
Jinmu-rip did not stop.
The ultimate martial art, the Wulinggyeongcheonbo (武靈驚天步), which leaves no trace even when you step on a blade of grass.
As the space called Iljang was compressed in an instant, Daegyeonghan Jongbiung rolled his body.
Jinmu-rip’s foot slammed into Jongbi-ung, who was rolling on the floor.
Kwajik!
The bushes rustle and dust rises.
‘This can’t go on.’
Jongbiwoong stood up in a hurry and stepped back, drawing up all of his internal energy at once.
An opponent who not only displays the martial arts of a general but also the martial arts of a powerful man is a monster that is difficult to overcome unless you do something like this.
The air around Jongbiwoong began to vibrate.
“It doesn’t matter who you are now.”
His sleeves began to bulge as if they were about to burst, and soon blood began to spurt out of his crotch.
A red face reminiscent of a demon from hell, and a murderous intent that seems to pierce the skin.
Jongbiwoong, who had just finished this, shouted with determination.
“I will kill you right here and now!”
“······.”
Jinmu-rip did not answer.
Even when I was standing in front of someone who seemed to take my breath away just by making eye contact, other thoughts came to my mind.
‘This kid······. I think he’ll die if I just leave him alone?’
Looking at his bloodied appearance, it’s clear that he’s gone too far.
Since there is a limit to the amount of power that can be used due to the Kisinbongjindaebeop, fighting an opponent that will collapse on its own over time is foolish by Jinmurip’s standards.
The moment Jongbiung’s sword glowed blue, Jinmurip turned around and ran away without looking back.
Jong-bi-woong’s eyes widened in confusion.
I was prepared for a showdown and raised my stamina beyond my limit, but my opponent ran away.
Jongbiwoong cursed with the veins in his neck rising.
“And you say you’re unmanned after doing that!”
“You ran away after putting your son in danger, and now you only look for a man when you need to? Are you saying that a man doesn’t even have a father or mother?”
“this guy!”
Although the anger of the pursuing Jongbiung was clearly felt, Jinmurip calmly kept his distance and calculated the time.
Following the fight with Rimju Chomu-gang and the internal injuries he suffered earlier, his current condition won’t last long.
‘It’ll probably collapse if I hold out for about two angles.’
A chase unfolded in a dense forest where not even moonlight could penetrate.
Jongbiung gritted his teeth and chased after Jinmurip, but he couldn’t catch him.
But there was a variable that even Jinmu Rip could not have predicted.
The moment they arrived at the riverside, the Black Dragon King Jiwol-in appeared from the southeast.
“Little prince!”
“oh my.”
Jinmu-rip groaned reflexively.
Jiwol-in, who saw Jong-bi-woong being chased, intervened urgently.
“Avoid!”
“This is driving me crazy.”
It was frustrating that Jiwol-in didn’t know his own speed, but he couldn’t leave it alone.
Jongbiwoong’s sharp sword was fired at Jiwolin.
Kaaaaang!
With an eerie creaking sound, the new form of the Jiwol-in was pushed away.
“Huh!”
I managed to block it, but my wrist still hurt so much it felt like it was going to break.
‘Is there really that much of a difference?’
Jongbiwoong ran towards me with fire in his eyes.
“Get out of the way, you rascals!”
At the moment when Jiwol-in, who was so fierce that his teeth were about to break, raised his entire body’s power, Jinmu-rip’s Muwol-banjang jumped over Jiwol-in and struck Jongbi-ung.
bang!
As Jongbiwoong’s new form staggered, Jiwolin’s eyes widened.
Even though I hadn’t done anything, the tension flew away right before my eyes as if I had done it myself.
“What is this······.”
“hey.”
As soon as he heard a voice from behind, the sword in his hand fell into Jinmu Rip’s hand.
“Little Prince?”
“Me and Inma.”
Jinmu Rip grabbed Jiwol In by the nape of his neck and stepped forward.
Jiwol-in, who had fallen backwards, suddenly got up.
“Little Prince. It’s dangerous!”
This is Jin Mu-rip, who led the plan to bring about the downfall of the Great Sword Gate.
The man who almost became Madorim’s second carnivore after Judae turned out to be a rare treasure in the world.
I couldn’t lose the little prince who would become the light in the future of Samun, which was filled with darkness, in a place like this.
“Leave it to me and run away!”
Just before Jiwol-in’s hand touched his shoulder, Jinmu-rip disappeared as if he was going to burst and ran towards Jongbi-ung in an instant.
“Oh, my lord?”
The back of Jinmu-rip attacking Jongbi-ung was captured in the eyes of Jiwol-in who was wide awake.
Kaka kaka kang!
Jongbiwoong, who had blocked four attacks, smiled with an eerie, blood-soaked smile.
“Kuuuuu. It finally stopped.”
“Are you happy?”
Jongbiung realized that the weapon that had attacked him just now was a sword only after facing Jinmurip’s arrogant smile.
“You have a sword······.”
“I wish he had just killed himself.”
As Jinmu Rip’s sword pierced his right side, Jongbiung quickly reacted and blocked the attack.
However, just before the swords clashed, Jinmu-rip slightly shook his wrist and the sword on the right appeared on the left in an instant.
The lightning-quick swordsmanship that unfolds with subtle movements was the second half of the Yu Yun-cheon Swordsman’s first style, Sori Shin-ya Sword.
Blood gushed from the astonished Jongbiung’s shoulder.
‘How could you do that!’
There is no time to even utter one’s thoughts.
A feast of invisible swordsmanship.
A fierce wind gusts and a sword light that seems to slice through skin pours down.
This is why Akmun Jongbiwoong tried to squeeze out every last bit of his strength.
But at that moment, I felt something snap somewhere inside my body and red blood gushed out.
“Coolook!”
The body has reached its limit due to excessive use of internal energy.
Jinmu Rip’s sword had no mercy.
Jongbiung couldn’t even react to the attacks pouring down like a waterfall.
“Kwaaak!”
Jiwol-in, who was watching from afar, could not help but be astonished.
‘Is that person really the little prince we knew?’
The sword that is being used is invisible to the eye.
What about the law?
Even I, who was watching from a distance, sometimes missed Shinhyeong, so it didn’t seem like Jongbiwoong, who was standing right in front of me, would be able to see him properly.
As the steam rising like a mist slowly enveloped Jinmu-rip, Jongbi-ung finally fell out.
“Ugh······.”
A wisp of steam rose from Jinmu-rip’s shoulders as he slowly approached.
The body frozen in the extreme negative energy is melted by the extreme positive energy originating from the Heavenly Yang Shrine.
Jinmu Rip’s voice is low.
“Considering that he aimed for the hegemony of Chungkyung with only half-assed martial arts, it seems that Yu Yuncheon’s sword is truly a divine skill. Isn’t that right?”
Jongbiwoong now seemed to have finally come to know Jinmurip’s martial arts skills.
“Coolook! Were you his······disciple?”
A monster that can use all the martial arts of Jangseong, Kwonseong, and Geomseong. The only person like that was the deceased Palhwangmunju.
Jin Mu-rip, who heard those words, crouched down next to him with a frown.
“What about the disciple? If I could, I would like to find the body and burn it.”
“Then who are you?”
“If you answer my question, I’ll tell you. You know you can’t buy it anyway, right?”
“Kuuuuu.”
Jongbiwoong’s eyes were empty.
He had wanted to use Sacheon as a springboard to take over the world, but he was dying in the land of Chungking, so a part of his heart was empty.
Jinmu-rip spoke again.
“Since we’re going, let’s go ahead and answer some of your questions. Where did you get the Yuuncheon Sword?”
Jongbiwoong, who had given up, answered nervously.
“If not him, who else would dare to teach the Yu Yuncheon Sword?”
A fairly clear voice is a phenomenon of halochromatism.
Jinmu-rip’s eyebrows furrowed.
“You learned it directly from him?”
Geomseong Mongyeon was killed by a dragon at the foot of Mt. Wudang just before the Great War broke out.
If you were one of his followers, it would be understandable that you survived without participating in the Great War.
As his consciousness gradually became blurred, Jongbiung put everything down and laughed.
“Kuuuuuu. The one I owe my loyalty to is the great swordsman I served, not the Palhwangmun. I once tried to use his martial arts to cut down the dragon and take over the world, but it was in vain.”
Jinmu Rip said as if he was disappointed.
“How foolish. If it had been a dragon that could be defeated by the likes of you, would the Eight Emperors have lost?”
No answer came.
It was the vain end of an ambitious man who aimed for hegemony using Chongqing as a springboard.
Survivors of the Palhwangmun that soaked the world with blood.
All those who opposed the war gathered under the banner of the Heavenly Banner, but those who did not will live in hiding like Jongbiwoong.
Even though nearly thirty years have passed since the Great War, the reason the martial arts world is still searching for Eungok is because there are those like Jong Bi-ung who seek revenge.
From Sangcheon’s perspective, they were truly a bunch of guys to kill.
‘It’s not something you can search for one by one.’
The moment he exhaled deeply, Jinmu-rip’s face quickly turned pale.
It is because the yin and yang energy is out of balance and is running wild.
As Jinmu-rip sat cross-legged, Jiwol-in approached him cautiously.
“Your Highness. Are you okay?”
“Please stand up and protect the law.”
“All right.”
Jiwol-in’s polite attitude toward Jinmu-rip was so respectful that it was almost awe-inspiring.
As he used the Palcheonyeongsingong’s secret method, the Gwiyeongmuchungong, a cloud of mist rose up around Jinmurip.
Jiwol-in stood silently in front of Jinmu-rip.
‘The little prince······was a master who surpassed the great swordsman.’
The shock still hasn’t gone away.
A question also arises.
‘Even with all these martial arts skills, why did you get defeated by the Iron Man?’
When I thought about my subordinates who had not even paid any attention to Jinmu Rip since the day they returned from being beaten by the Iron Man, my face burned red.
After some time had passed, a scene was produced where the steam that had settled thickly around the area was sucked into Jinmu-rip’s body.
Soon, Jinmu-rip opened his eyes and joy spread across his face.
‘It’s changed!’
The speed at which the disrupted yin-yang balance is corrected has become more than twice as fast as before.
If things continue this way, the Great Law will soon be released and the two energies of extreme yin and extreme yang will become completely yours.
As Jinmu Rip got up from his seat, Jiwol-in, who had been watching with dazed eyes, also came to his senses.
“Are you finished?”
“Okay. Take care of the body. Let’s go.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Jiwol-in had many things he wanted to ask, but held back.
The urgent task was to announce the death of the leader and end the war.
