Episode 617 Because it will be a sword that represents volcanoes. (2)
My breathing started to become labored. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her heart beat rapidly.
But this wasn’t a particularly bad sign. It makes no sense for someone who is about to compete to not be nervous.
At the very least, if you are a swordsman or someone who proves yourself with a sword, you must be able to take the competition itself seriously, regardless of what is at stake.
That is the most basic attitude a sword wielder should have.
“Whoa.”
Yunjong took a deep breath and looked at Muyeon standing across from him.
I felt like this feeling I was feeling right now should probably be called a feeling of intimidation. It was worth it.
A shaman’s first disciple.
A member of the Shaman Samgeom.
None of the modifiers were light. Looking at it objectively, Muyeon was still a difficult opponent for Yunjong.
but… … .
‘Has there ever been a time when it wasn’t too burdensome?’
It’s just funny to think about.
Hwajongjihoe was also difficult for him. There is no need to talk about the non-marriage competition. In the fight against Maninbang, he had to risk his life, and in the North Sea, he painfully realized where his limitations were.
It wasn’t a path he chose himself, but he always had to fight against people who were too much to handle, and was thrown into tasks that were too much to overcome.
‘If a young bird tries to chase a stork, its crotch gets torn.’
He knew it himself. He knows that he is not a genius.
Just because he was called the Ogham along with others did not mean he was one of them. Baek-cheon is a genius who does not need any description, and Yu I-seol is a monster who sometimes surpasses even Baek-cheon.
clear?
Even talking about that guy only makes my mouth hurt.
Even Jo Geol’s talent seemed dazzlingly great to him.
I don’t know what others thought, but Yoonjong knew for sure. His talent cannot be compared to theirs. He is just a cow that runs and breathes dust beneath the hawks and eagles soaring in the sky.
If he lets his guard down a little, everyone will overtake him in the blink of an eye. Not only Jo Geol but also the other three great disciples.
Know. You know yourself best.
“You look nervous.”
At that time, Muyeon spoke softly.
Yunjong raised his head and faced Muyeon. If you think about it, this was just a place of friendship where we got to know each other’s swords. So, there was no need to reveal it just because it was a non-violence partner. He nodded obediently.
“Actually, quite a bit.”
“hmm?”
Then Muyeon looked at him with interest.
When the person you’re competing against says something like this, it’s common to pretend like nothing’s wrong, even if it’s just to bluff. However, this young Taoist monk admits in a calm tone that he was nervous. Although it is not something to attach much significance to, it somehow caught my interest.
“There’s nothing to be so nervous about. “If I can fully demonstrate my skills, won’t wins and losses come naturally?”
“I certainly think that’s right. but… … .”
There was a sparkle in Yunjong’s quiet eyes.
“I am in a position where I cannot just take what comes naturally to me.”
“Hoo?”
Isn’t it calm yet bold?
The atmosphere was completely different from Jo Geol, who turned their stomachs just moments ago.
‘It’s surprising that people with the same death penalty feel so different.’
How can all people be the same? Those who live together for a long time, learn the same martial arts, and go through the same things tend to have similar temperaments.
However, in Muyeon’s opinion, the temperaments of this volcano’s disciples were surprisingly different.
“If you were that worried, you wouldn’t have had to choose me as your opponent.”
“What would be so different?”
“Hmm?”
Muyeon opened her mouth with a strange smile.
“That sounds like there is no difference between you and me, the so-called Shaman Samgeom, and the first disciples of other shamans. Is that correct?”
Yunjong calmly shook his head.
“I just wanted to tell you that no one is easy on me.”
Muyeon stared at him and slowly pulled out his sword.
Although he was quite interested, this was not the right place for a long conversation. It is true that I showed kindness to the other person through a short conversation, but this favor will one day be shared somewhere else.
“Unsheath your sword.”
“yes.”
“Let me tell you in advance, I am not an easy person. “Do your best.”
“I know that without you having to say it.”
Slurp.
The plum blossom sword was pulled out from Yunjong’s scabbard.
“In recent years, I have never failed to do my best.”
He was always desperate.
In order not to fall behind, not to fall behind.
Before mixing swords in earnest, Yunjong slightly turned his gaze towards Hwasan’s disciples.
Not the Five Swords including Baekcheon, but the disciples of Hwasan. Especially the place where the celadon ship and the three great disciples are. After seeing the eyes of the three great disciples fixed in this direction, Yunjong sighed softly.
‘It’s too much for me.’
The position of being the eldest of the three great disciples.
This was not a position that Yunjong specifically wanted. It was just something that was naturally given to him due to his age and early initiation.
Of course, there was a time when he was intoxicated and enjoyed the fact that he was the great brother of the three great disciples. But now, that fact was weighing on his shoulders from time to time.
Fighting alongside a priest born with talent and a monster-like priest who fell from the sky was too heavy a burden for him, who was nothing more than an ordinary person.
Nevertheless… … .
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Nevertheless, there was only one reason why Yoonjong could not give up comfortably.
“Let’s begin.”
“yes.”
Muyeon performed a ceremony to raise the Shaman Sword. Yunjong also captured his heart by unfolding the Hwasan Qi formula. A brief moment of tension erupted between the two people who raised their swords.
It was Mu-yeon who moved first.
Pot!
Mu-yeon, who briefly walked off the stage, narrowed the distance in an instant and came right in front of Yoon-jong.
It was truly a quick stabbing.
Kakang!
Yunjong urgently raised his sword and struck down the Songmungosword. Even though it was struck with quite a lot of force, Muyeon’s sword lightly let go of that force and stabbed Yunjong again.
fast.’
No, it’s not just fast.
It was only a light exchange, but there were countless secrets of upward mobility hidden within it. It is not easy to withstand the horizontal force of a long sword. However, the moment the swords collided, Muyeon gently released the power that Yunjong had put in, and used that power in reverse to stab the sword again.
Grafting of trees and making of fermented grapes.
The secrets of ascension, which are difficult to unfold properly at once, are overlapped at the same time.
‘This is a shaman!’
A sword that cannot be found in volcanoes. That’s why it was difficult to deal with, and that’s why it wasn’t easy to block.
However, Yunjong briefly struck the sword, swatted away the flying sword, dodged it, and let it go.
‘Lower!’
Yoonjong lowered his posture, dodging the fierce sword once again. Firmly fixed legs help the upper body move nimbly.
Thanks to this, I was able to dodge all the swords that flew at me at such an incredible speed that they were almost invisible to the eye.
In Muyeon’s eyes, Lee Chae was light and young.
“Not bad.”
Love it!
At the same time, his sword became a little faster.
Kaga River!
However, Yunjong’s sword did not waver this time either.
A sword without any waste.
It’s not just about swinging quickly. Even if the speed is great, if the sword path is not correct, you will end up wasting time.
Yunjong’s sword was perfectly drawing the fastest path to the opponent’s sword.
‘It’s solid.’
Muyeon’s complexion changed slightly. Jogeul’s black thread, which she saw earlier, was cheerful, fast, and bizarre. However, the sword that Yunjong is showing now is truly solid and faithful.
‘It would be closer to the shaman’s sword.’
Although it could not be called a Yuseon (柔劍), the underlying thing is not that different. If the sword he flew was the wind, Yunjong was like a giant tree that caught the wind.
‘At this age… … .’
Build a solid foundation and lighten your upper body based on a strong lower body. It’s really easy when you say it in words.
However, in order to achieve that, it must be accompanied by basic training to the point of death. It is not something that can be completed by just working hard for a while.
The basis is that you have to practice the same practice over and over again for countless hours and days without stopping to be able to see the effects clearly.
How much training did it take to achieve this firmness at this age?
Ten thousand swings a day? Anyone who aims to become uneducated can do it.
But how many people in the world can do those 10,000 swings for 10 days, 100 days, or 1,000 days?
Mu-yeon’s gaze glanced towards Yoonjong’s hand. As expected, her palm, slightly exposed and in contact with the handle of her sword, was covered in calluses.
“Feel so good!”
Muyeon, excited, swung his sword sharply.
Sigh!
From the tip of his sword, water-like sword energy flowed arrogantly like a river. The clear blue sword energy surged towards Yunjong.
A rapid transition from a quick sword to a useful sword, and eventually to a heavy sword.
But Yoonjong’s eyes did not waver at all.
Sigh.
Yunjong’s sword, which was erected at an angle, contained sword energy and flowed Muyeon’s sword energy to the side.
Sigh!
It was a matter of letting go as much as possible without resisting with force. But it wasn’t possible to let go of all the power.
Quad Deuk!
Yunjong’s feet dug into the hard bluestone. Her hand holding her sword was shaking like an aspen.
The power of flowing water breaks rocks and changes the terrain. The power that threatens to explode only ends in a moment, but the power that keeps coming is not the end even if it is received once.
“Tsk!”
Gritting his teeth, Yunjong pushed the sword away and pulled his body to the side.
But at that moment, as if Mu-yeon knew of course, he rushed forward and hit Yun-jong with his shoulder.
Touuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
Yunjong was thrown back helplessly with a sound like a leather drum being hit hard.
thud! thud!
Yunjong, who was thrown to the floor several times, spun around and drove his sword into the blue stone right before he was thrown again.
Let’s go!
After being pushed away for a while, he quickly regained his stance. A trickle of blood flowed from his lips, but his eyes did not change at all from the first time.
“… … “That’s great.”
Pure admiration leaked from Muyeon’s mouth.
Shamans are political factions. This is a place to pursue a long-lasting sword.
To that extent, shamans emphasize the basics more than any other sect in the world. A shaman is a place where one does not commit the foolishness of neglecting the basics in favor of immediate enlightenment.
However, the foundation of the black shaman in front of him named Yunjong was so thick that it felt shabby.
“I apologize for belittling you a little.”
“… … .”
“I’m going to go all out from now on, so just try your best to receive it.”
“yes!”
“There we go!”
fault!
Muyeon hit the floor once again and flew towards Yoonjong as lightly as a butterfly. His sword drew dozens of sword images, and at the same time, white tension flowed out like a stream from his left hand, which drew a circle, and rushed towards Yunjong.
Yoonjong, who had maintained his composure throughout, also opened his eyes wide at this sight.
‘Two martial arts skills at the same time?’
Numerous sword strokes and tensions swirled towards Yunjong.
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