Episode 641. Thanks to you, I learned very well. (One)
Fuuuuuuuck!
With a noise as if something was breaking, blood sprayed out into the air.
Quadang!
For a moment, the empty space that fell to the floor looked at the sky unfolding before its eyes with blank eyes. One side of the sky was gradually turning red.
He did not immediately understand what situation he was in. Why was he suddenly lying down and looking at the sky?
‘Did I collapse? why?’
For a moment, I felt as if my memory had been interrupted. What took away the strange feeling of her body floating in midair was the terrible pain she felt in her left eye a moment later.
“Pfft… … .”
It was only then that I remembered that Cheongmyeong’s elbow had hit my eyelid.
Throbbing! Throbbing!
‘Snow… … .’
It was almost impossible to see because all the veins had burst. Even without checking the wound, I could roughly tell. Perhaps his eyelids had swelled to the point where he could barely open his eyes.
But no matter how severe the eye injury was and how extreme the pain was, it was nothing compared to the mental pain he was feeling right now.
Wow.
Fingernails in the air scratched the non-stage floor.
I somehow managed to whip the body, which was shaking and unwilling to move as if all its cartilage had been worn away, to its feet.
‘From the beginning… … .’
The goosebumps that appeared all over my body did not subside.
The sword seemed to suddenly lengthen. But that is absolutely impossible. It is impossible for a sword made of hard iron to stretch like a taffy stick.
There is only one possible case.
“… … “You lied.”
In the first place, a skilled swordsman searches for his opponent during battle. Therefore, the range and interval of Cheongmyeong’s attack that he had in mind was naturally estimated and recognized during the encounter.
The principle behind Cheongmyeong’s deception of the sky is very simple.
In the first place, bend the outstretched arm very slightly and adjust the distance between the sword techniques. This arbitrarily created gap was engraved into the mind of the void. So much so that I was confident that the sword of clarity would reach here without any doubt in the air.
And the interval changes in an instant. Very calm and natural.
So, from the empty space’s perspective, it felt as if the sword had suddenly increased.
If you think about it, it’s simple and not a big deal.
However, is it possible to carry out such an insignificant task so perfectly that the inspection, which is as small as space, does not feel uncomfortable while the real swords that are aiming for one’s life are coming and going?
No, let’s say it’s possible.
However, it is also strange to plant a gap in advance for the next attack against someone who meets you for the first time. Even if you are off by just one inch, your flesh will be torn and your bones will be broken, so why take the risk during battle?
‘it’s crazy… … .’
That is not the realm of logic, but the realm of madness.
This is a tactic that becomes more effective the more skilled the opponent is and the faster the opponent learns about the Sword of Clearing.
Rather, it is a tactic that can be used only because you trust the other person. Where can you find such nonsense?
“Cough!”
My body was shaking.
Nausea rushed out from inside my stomach.
It unfolded vividly before my eyes. A sword of clarity that gently caught the power of the air and released it.
That was the power of the shaman’s sword.
“You… … .”
As I stood up, holding my sword, I saw Cheongmyeong staring at me.
These eyes are frighteningly cold and show no emotion at all. If it weren’t for the blood around the mouth, those insensitive eyes would have thought it was a drawing rather than a living person… … .
“laugh… Don’t base! “You brat!”
The growling voice in the air was filled with hatred and anger.
“dare… … Attacking me with a group of shamans?”
This is beyond shame.
Isn’t it no different from a deacon being hit with a fist by a swordsman, or a person who has used a spear all his life being beaten with a spear today by someone holding a spear for the first time?
“this… … .”
Being attacked by a group of shamans by the swordsman of the volcano was the most unbearable humiliation for someone who had learned the shaman’s sword.
“on purpose… … !”
After biting down so tightly, the tooth eventually cracks.
The eyes in the sky were now beyond poison and were looking at the enemies of the Buddha. However, Cheongmyeong, who received all the attention, was still cold.
Jerk.
Cheongmyeong stopped walking, looked straight into the sky, and opened his mouth.
“You seem to be mistaken about something.”
“… … .”
“There’s no real meaning to me punching you in the face.”
“… … “Shut up!”
The sky screamed hysterically. Cheongmyeong shook his head expressionlessly.
“That’s stupid.”
A cold voice pierced my ears in the air.
“From the moment you spewed murderous energy at me, this stopped being a fight. If it had been a dance, I would have just suited up. “The way you think.”
“… … .”
“But this is not a bimu. It’s real. In reality, there is neither yours nor mine. “It just matters who stands last.”
The empty eyes that looked at Cheongmyeong trembled.
Cheongmyeong asked quietly.
“Is it difficult to understand the word ‘practical combat’?”
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“… … .”
“Listen carefully, kid. From the moment you pull out your sword to hurt or kill your opponent… … “It’s war.”
“… … .”
“In war, weapons don’t matter. “He takes the opponent’s knife and cuts his throat, covers the corpse, pretends to be dead, and then stabs the knife into the groin of a passing enemy.”
A clear sneer appeared on Cheongmyeong’s face.
“Are you going to complain about why you took my sword and wielded it in battle?”
“… … .”
“Do something, you idiots.”
My body trembled in the air.
Do anything to win.
This is something I have heard countless times. He didn’t even think that because he was a prestigious shaman, he had to distinguish between what to do and what not to do.
but… … .
He had absolutely no understanding of what ‘doing anything’ meant.
Even as swords are exchanged, he desperately deceives his opponent and uses every possible method he can to ultimately drive the sword into his opponent’s body.
that… … Isn’t it closer to a struggle than a war?
The tip of the sword in the air began to tremble again. And Cheongmyeong’s eyes sink as he looks at the trembling tip of the sword.
‘No matter how much I say it, it will be difficult to understand with words.’
Forcing someone who has not experienced it to act as if they have experienced it is tantamount to a form of violence.
Even the void can be understood with one’s head. Because you’ve probably heard it countless times. Isn’t the shaman also a place that experienced war? There is no way that a so-called famous shaman would not have passed on to future generations what he experienced during that terrible war.
But this is not something you can understand with your head.
‘I will never understand.’
Imagine that someone who was living an ordinary life opens his eyes and is suddenly thrown into the middle of a battlefield.
Suppose someone who understood the word murder as a mere concept suddenly experienced the chaos of having a person’s head blown off before their eyes and hot blood pouring all over their body.
Will he be able to understand and adapt to all that in that situation?
It’s absolutely not possible.
What is so natural to Cheongmyeong is not natural to Heogong. Even he, an elder shaman, and a shaman who must understand the boundary between life and death, cannot understand Cheongmyeong.
The eyes through which the sky now looks at Cheongmyeong are not much different from the eyes shown by the executioners of Hwasan when they first encountered the Demonic Cult in the past. Cheongmyeong also knew the feeling of fear when seeing something beyond the realm of understanding.
‘It really sucks.’
The sky is looking at him with the same eyes they looked at the Demonic Cult in the past. It’s as if you’re looking at an asura that has crawled up from hell.
It doesn’t matter though.
Of course, Cheongmyeong knows that he is not necessarily right.
There is no need to know what war is. There is no need to understand how to fight like an animal like Cheongmyeong.
But being strong is not good.
True strength does not come from how to wield a sword.
If it had been Cheongmyeong not long ago, it would have clicked its tongue upon seeing such an empty space, but it would not have thought it was wrong.
Unless you knew that Maqiao was still baring its teeth towards the midfielder. And if you didn’t know that there is a high possibility that the Heavenly Demon is alive somewhere in this world.
“I look like the devil.”
“… … .”
“The real devil hasn’t even come yet.”
“… … What does it mean?”
Cheongmyeong curled the corners of his mouth.
“We had to suffer without knowing anything. But at least now I know someone… … “There is one.”
The sky’s eyes were filled with suspicion at the incomprehensible words.
“So consider yourself lucky.”
Cheongmyeong glanced at the disciples of the volcano and then moved his gaze across the sky to the disciples of the shaman.
The tip of Cheongmyeong’s sword scratched the floor.
Ga-ga-gak!
The sound made those who were watching in fascination flinch.
“Because I have someone to tell me this time!”
Coooooo!
Cheongmyeong hit the floor and rushed into the air.
“Tsk!”
The empty space clenched its teeth. He couldn’t understand what the monster in front of him was saying, but in the end, what he had to do was decided.
‘If you get caught up, you will inevitably lose.’
This became a melee, and the sky had no choice but to admit that there was no chance of winning in a muddy fight where each side exposed their teeth and scratched their murderous intent.
I don’t know why, but this guy is good at dog fighting, as if he’s been through a thousand or ten thousand battles.
If you step into that area, defeat is certain.
If you wanted to win, you had to drag your opponent into familiar territory.
Things like Cheongmyeong’s age and distribution were no longer in his mind. Now that he has met an incomprehensible being that he has never met before, he must become different from before.
bang!
A foot in the air kicked the floor.
Backwards, not forwards.
Backing down in the face of an enemy had never happened in his life. And it is almost the first time that I have used a running walking technique with the sole purpose of escaping from an opponent’s attack, rather than a shaman’s unique flowing walking technique.
Now was not the time to decide between right and wrong.
All I had to do was dodge the opponent’s sword and unfold his sword.
The Tao disappears from the tip of the sword.
The scale collapses at the tip of one’s feet.
“Hwaaaaaap!”
As he retreated, an enormous amount of sword energy exploded from the tip of his sword. It’s as if the sea, driven mad by a typhoon, pushes violent waves onto the shore and then pushes them back again.
Quaaaaa!
At the same time, his right arm spewed out white tension like snow. The sight of blue sword energy and pure white tension mixing together and swirling around was so majestic and violent that it was reminiscent of a huge tsunami.
But I had to see the empty space.
A dazzling sword revealed through the tsunami that soared over three feet.
Sigh!
The tsunami splits the world in half. Cheongmyeong, holding the sword in reverse, jumped out like a thunderbolt into the space cut off by Dancheon’s sword energy.
Kaaaaaaaa!
The sword he instinctively raised blocked Cheongmyeong’s sword right in front of his nose.
“Hmph!”
The left hand fired a ten-dangeum towards Cheongmyeong’s side, but Cheongmyeong easily neutralized his attack by pushing down the sword and lifting his body up.
yet.
Hwaaaaaaaaaaa!
Countless red flowers bloomed overhead in the air.
flower.
Seeing the flowers in full bloom threatening to cover the entire sky, the sky swung like a sword in a fit.
one.
‘this… … .’
There is no water that can gush endlessly into the sky.
Even the sky was not fully aware of this fact. His sword, which followed nature, lost its power the moment it went against nature.
‘This, this…’ … .’
Red petals danced gracefully through the black energy of the empty air.
It jumped over, dug into, and shook as if in amusement.
Suddenly!
My shoulder was cut and blood poured out.
Suddenly! Suddenly!
The flesh on my thighs cracked and black spots appeared on my sides.
“Aaaah!”
Hwaaaaaaaaa!
Dozens or hundreds of flower petals fell at once, ruthlessly sweeping away the fragile human body.
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