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Seonhak Secret Art (3)
[If you want to take what is most precious to me, you have to give up what is most precious to you.]
At my words, the Heavenly Demon’s eyes suddenly turned fierce towards me.
[You really want me to give you the Blood Lightning Fighter? Crazy guy! No way! Didn’t I tell you before? The Blood and Trust Act operates on the opposite principle from your political faction trial law. If you cook it, your blood vessels will rupture and you will die.]
[I don’t need the Blood Lightning Fighter.]
[what? Then what?]
Only then did I remember what the Heavenly Demon was. The Heavenly Demon’s voice sank low.
[Are you this guy?]
[Yes, what I want is demon spirit.]
He said nothing more. I also said nothing more.
This part was not about who suffered more losses.
This is because in the Blood Heavenly God Church, the Demon God’s Gyeol was passed down only to the leader. Telling it will feel like the very foundation of your existence is being shaken.
[Why do you keep wanting to know the devil’s fate?]
[I’m curious.]
[gibberish!]
right. It’s not because of curiosity.
When I told him that I was lucky enough to find Seonhakbidong, Cheonma said this.
It’s not something you can find through luck. It was fate that led me to learn the secret art of Seonhak.
What if, as he said, all of this is led by fate?
As the leader of the Murim faction, I learned the martial arts of the Heavenly Demon. What if my fate leads me like this?
Isn’t it also my destiny to solve the secret of the demon spirit?
[You bastard! It is impossible to drink alcohol.]
I also have no intention of obtaining it easily.
But I will definitely get it someday.
* * *
“I promised you the best treatment.”
Gwangdu said calmly as he looked at the men lined up in front of him. They were the people selected for this Taesung Sangdan unmanned recruitment.
Usually, unmanned organizations belonging to the top would be named after the top. Gwangdu also named the organization he recruited this time as Taeseong Geomdae.
“I promised you the best treatment because you are the best warriors.”
Gwangdu’s words, each and every word, were powerful. No one could ignore the light in front of him.
Just like Song Hwa-rin, Gwangdu’s Namhae Chil-sik, taught by Byeokridan, was a martial art that overwhelmed his subordinates.
“We exist to protect the goods at the top. As long as we are here, we will never have our property stolen by thieves. Do you understand?”
“yes!”
A loud answer was heard. They were warriors selected with a white mark.
It would have been nice if the first was personality and the second was personality, but the first was ability and the second was personality.
Baekpyo taught a lesson.
Skills should always come first. He said that the moment you forget that this organization is a powerful organization and get caught up in your clumsy emotions, everyone will end up suffering great damage.
I was worried that he might be irredeemable, so I first selected him based on his skills and told him to use whatever he could, whether it be strong leadership or human charm, to change him.
Of course, Gwangdu knew very well that the task was not easy. Because he was a person who knew the relationships between people better than anyone else.
Gwangdu accepted Baekpyo’s words like this.
Let’s not make easy choices just to be comfortable now.
“Let’s clearly show who is the best swordsman in the central world!”
“yes!”
Gwangdu’s heart was filled with pride at the loud answer. She felt that she had changed. He didn’t know it when he was with people he knew, but now that he’s been around other people and in different situations, he knows for sure. That she has changed.
I felt like I had become a better person.
‘Thank you, master.’
If it weren’t for Byeokridan, he would still be sweeping the grounds of Byeokssigeommun.
Maybe that could make you happier? Isn’t it possible to live like a strong person and lose your life?
Gwangdu was able to speak sternly to those doubts.
No, I’m happier now. Even if I die tomorrow, I am happier now.
So it will continue to change in the future.
‘For you, Master, and for me.’
* * *
I was sitting cross-legged in the open space behind the iron room, absorbed in meditation.
Although Cheonmuhosimgyeol was always in effect except when sleeping, better results could still be expected if one concentrated his or her fortune on it.
Two months and five days have passed since I started working with Dujeong. The work, which was originally expected to take three months, was expected to be completed today or tomorrow.
Dujeong had been working on finishing work for 10 days, and since it was the most important work, he was working alone.
Cheonma didn’t talk to me after that day. Even if it pouts, it looks like it pouted hard. I didn’t talk to him either.
Thanks to this, I was able to focus on martial arts training quietly for 10 days.
At that time, someone appeared from the iron room. Dujeong looked haggard, as if he was about to collapse at any moment.
“I finally finished it.”
Joy spread through that tired expression.
We expected three months before starting, but it was shortened by twenty-five days. It was because I did my best to help and Dujeong did his best.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“Come on, let’s go in.”
I followed him into the workshop.
There were two boxes on the table.
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“Open it.”
Dujeong’s voice trembled. Rather than the satisfaction of completing all the hard work, he is probably dominated by anxiety about whether it was made properly.
Among them, I opened the box on the left. What was inside was a pair of ordinary-looking bracers. There wasn’t even one of those common patterns. Bracers that can be commonly seen anywhere.
I wore it on both arms.
On the outside, it looked old, but the material was soft yet tough top-quality leather.
But the real ingredients were there. Ten thousand years of iron were compressed into the leather. As a result, this protective gear became literally the hardest and most durable in the world.
But I didn’t bring 10,000 years of iron just to make bracers.
Sigh.
I pulled out what was stuck in my bracers. It was a very thin dagger. It was so sharp that you could cut yourself just by looking at it. It was the strongest and sharpest dagger in the river, made of iron that lasted 10,000 years.
I held it in my hand and swung it around.
Weeeeing.
There was a unique wind noise.
The weather was unexpected, but the overall balance of Bisu was perfect. It’s been a long time since I saw such a well-made bisu.
Dujeong definitely lived up to my expectations of being better than his father.
I swung the dagger and put it back. This time, he took out two daggers and swung them with both hands before stabbing them again.
Steadily.
Thanks to my skillful skills, the dagger was inserted into the protective gear in an instant.
The number of daggers stuck was six, and there were two protective gears, so a total of twelve daggers were stuck.
Because the dagger was made of perennial iron, it itself served to protect the arms. In other words, it was double protected.
This time, he took out his daggers in succession and launched them into the air.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Twelve daggers were stuck in a row on the wall. It was a solid wall, but it felt like a knife cutting into a radish.
Dujeong’s eyes widened as he was surprised by my skills. He didn’t see when or how the dagger was pulled out and stuck in the wall, but he soon smiled with satisfaction at the thought that what he had created was working properly.
After retrieving the dagger and putting it back into the protective gear, I opened the second box.
Inside was a pair of gloves. It was a glove made of thin leather, and the palm and back of the hand were made of perennial iron. Not only could he break the weapons with his hands, but he could also strike the swords and swords with his palm or the back of his hand.
It was a boxing armor for Seonhak secret arts.
Because it was made very thin, there was no hindrance to hand movement at all. In addition, there were sharp blades made of age-old iron attached to the end of the regime. It was intended to tear apart the opponent’s self-defense strength.
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The string came loose from the wrist of the boxing armor. It was originally a southern sea fishtail fishing line that I had wrapped around my wrist. It is made so that it can be released in an instant after being wrapped in boxing armor.
Wooooow!
As the fishing line entered the hole, it trembled slightly. If you wrap your opponent’s arm or neck with this, it will be cut off.
What need is there for this in a fight between masters?
need.
In a fight against those weaker than me, all of this will be unnecessary.
However, these were things that would be of great help when fighting a close opponent. Can you imagine me trying to cut off my own arm with fishing line?
“Thank you. “I really like it.”
Finally, Dujeong’s face was filled with joy.
“I’m glad you like it, I’m really glad.”
It was the moment when the long journey of the past two months and five days finally paid off.
Dujeong lifted up a small box.
When I opened it, the daggers that had previously been inserted into the arm guard were neatly inside.
“This is a spare dagger made from leftover old iron. There are 30 in total, so if you lose your dagger, use it.”
“Thank you.”
I took out four daggers from the daggers and gave them to him.
“This is my reward for doing this work.”
“It’s okay. “I have been rewarded for all my years of working.”
“Twenty-six sacks are enough for me.”
In fact, you won’t be able to use it all even if you use it for the rest of your life.
There’s no way I wouldn’t retrieve a dagger made from iron that lasts forever, and even if I were in a situation where I couldn’t retrieve it, how many times would that happen to me?
I forcefully handed him the dagger.
“Whether you melt this to make something else or use it as is, use it as you see fit.”
Even the thousand years of iron in four daggers could not be valued in terms of money. It will be a bigger and more valuable gift to him than money.
“Thank you, thank you so much.”
“Please ask again next time.”
“Come anytime.”
After saying goodbye to him, I packed up my rain jacket and left.
The Heavenly Demon suddenly asked. After being silent for a while, perhaps because he was upset, he finally opened his mouth.
[Why on earth did you make something like that?]
[This is to maximize the effect of Seonhak’s secret techniques.]
[I hate to say this, but your skills are enough right now.]
[Is that really the case?]
[What does it mean?]
[Not long ago, I never imagined that I would die, that I would enter this body, that I would fight the forces behind the Murim Lord’s control, and that you would enter my body.]
The Heavenly Demon was silently listening to me. He too probably has a past that matches exactly what I said. I would never have imagined that it would come into my body.
[Who will I meet at the end of this?]
What if something I can’t handle appears? What if there’s someone waiting for me who I can’t even imagine, just like my life so far? I will lose everything. Everyone I cared about.
Then the Heavenly Demon spoke.
[The final enemy is me.]
When I didn’t say anything, the Heavenly Demon raised her voice again.
[Isn’t it obvious? I have a thousand.]
I said after a moment.
[Yes, it must be you.]
[You bastard! It doesn’t contain any sincerity, does it?]
[haha.]
Maybe it is him. I don’t know whether I will ever reach the point of the mind and the sword, and whether I will be able to slay a heavenly demon with it.
But what if he isn’t? What if something more terrifying and incredible awaits him?
The Heavenly Demon hinted.
[Let us reconcile.]
[We didn’t even fight?]
[Let’s stop talking like that and make up.]
[Sure.]
[In that sense, please tell me about the secret arts of Seonhak. Now, I’m ready, so call Gugyeol.]
He tried to trick me like a snake climbing a wall, but I pulled the snake’s tail and threw it on the floor.
“Now, let’s go home.”
[Are you really not going to teach me?]
[okay. Don’t waste your energy unnecessarily. If you really want to learn the secret art of Seonhak, all you have to do is worry about whether or not you want to teach me the demon spirit.]
[Stubborn bastard! The secret of the Demon God’s Gyeol is something that even past religious leaders could not solve. Same goes for me. But why do you want to know this?]
[Then you can tell me. Because I won’t be able to solve it anyway.]
[This bastard really is.]
For a long time, Cheonma said nothing.
How long did you walk? This time I spoke first.
[Hey, Cheon Gwang.]
[Do not call my name!]
[Do you believe it too? All of these things are led by fate.]
The Heavenly Demon could not answer right away. He was a person who believed in fate. He understood him. He was reborn through reincarnation. How could he ignore his fate? That’s the same for me too.
[That’s why. The reason why I want to get the demon spirit. This all feels like fate.]
After a while, the Heavenly Demon spoke.
[…] … So I don’t want to tell you.]
martial arts,
