Episode 710 I have to check. (5)
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The sound of a dead body falling was clearly heard.
It was a little strange.
On a battlefield where people are shouting at each other and waving weapons, you can hear the sound of people falling.
To put it conversely, it means that the flow of battle that was fiercely taking place just a moment ago has been interrupted.
The moment the swords of the Hwasan Sect disciples who were fiercely attacking from the front stopped, the Cheolmobang disciples turned their heads blankly, not even thinking about running away, let alone counterattacking.
What caught their eyes was the dead figure of Ark with his neck twisted, and the corpse of Heo Hyeong, who had collapsed with his heart pierced.
The eyes, which had witnessed something that could never happen and should not have happened, were shaken, unable to find a place to go.
The blood flowing from Heo Hyeong’s pierced chest quickly soaked the floor red.
Even though I was just looking at it, I felt like I could vividly feel the temperature of the cooling blood at my fingertips.
Since I had personally seen that the Ark and even the guests it had brought with them had collapsed so helplessly, there was no way left to resist the Cheolmiban thugs any longer.
Take revenge on the Ark?
That wasn’t even funny.
Those who have the will to do so are not Safa. They are driven by strength and gain, not loyalty and affection.
The ark that cannot protect them no longer has any meaning.
‘What do we do?’
It was at that time when they were lost and shaking.
Snap.
Cheongmyeong swung his sword, brushed off the blood, and started walking. The blood gushing from her hollow chest made a small sound as it was stepped on.
Everyone held their breath at that clear and eerie sound.
Snap. Snap.
Cheongmyeong’s eyes, walking indifferently with the sword in one hand lowered, landed on Makwi as a matter of course.
The face of Makwi, who was standing before his eyes, was frozen white.
He glanced at Heo Hyeong, who had collapsed, and then quickly looked at Cheongmyeong again.
‘Huh, Hyung Heo…’ … .’
It was ridiculous.
Heo Hyeong’s inaction is in no way inferior to Mak Wi. Even if we were to classify them, there is only a difference of one piece of paper.
However, Heo Hyeong died before he could properly fight back. It wasn’t that he unleashed great sword energy, nor was he weighed down by an enormous amount of internal force.
Just swing, stab, and cut.
After several attacks that could only be called basic, Heo Hyeong’s heart was pierced.
How on earth should I explain this situation?
If someone who doesn’t know martial arts sees it, they would say it’s amazing. However, if someone who knows a lot about martial arts sees it, they will say that it is enormous.
But what about those who, like Makwi, are confident in their own status? Probably not everyone will be able to find a way to explain this sight. Just like the current Makwi.
Jerk.
It was the sound of Cheongmyeong’s footsteps that brought the sinking thoughts back to reality.
A low voice of Cheongmyeong was heard in the ears of Makwi, who was startled and clutched the sword.
“What’s so complicated?”
Makwi, who heard the pitchless voice, looked at Cheongmyeong’s face with a blank expression.
“I’m going to die anyway.”
“… … .”
Instead of answering, Makwi held the sword tightly.
That is correct.
In any case, the only outcome is that one of the two dies. How strong he is, how he is so strong, what meaning can this have in the current situation?
The ending of a life of eating kalbab is generally like this. Anyone who lives and wields a sword arbitrarily will one day meet someone stronger than themselves and die. Makwi also thought that this day would come someday.
‘I didn’t know it would be today.’
My pounding heart gradually calmed down. The face that was terrified soon regained its composure and eventually became as calm as a lake.
Jerk.
Seeing that expression, Cheongmyeong stopped.
Tongue.
Makwi threw the sword on his belt to the floor, grabbed it tightly with both hands, and aimed it at Cheongmyeong.
“… … Georyeong… … . membrane… … stomach.”
Because of his broken jaw, he was in pain every time he spoke and his pronunciation was leaking, but he somehow managed to speak word by word. At least this name must be conveyed clearly.
“you… … .”
The corners of Cheongmyeong’s mouth curled up slightly, as if she understood his intention.
“Cheongmyeong.”
“… … Shinryong.”
Makwi, who once again confirmed the obvious fact, glared at Cheongmyeong with even more serious eyes.
“mind… … Last… … . jeon… … entire… … .”
Cheongmyeong’s smile becomes even deeper.
“try.”
If it were my usual makwi, I would never have been able to tolerate that condescending attitude. But now he wasn’t excited at all.
Because maybe this match will be the last?
no.
Because the author deserves it.
A strong lake is ultimately a place where the strong rule. The strong have the right to be arrogant. Makwi was one of those who knew that fact better than anyone else.
Tension swirled in the air. He held onto the sword so tightly.
My head is cold, my chest is hot.
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The martial arts he has cultivated throughout his life is now being put into his mastery. The important thing is not winning or losing. Doing something you have no regrets about.
“Whoop!”
My foot, loaded with all its strength, kicked the floor.
The scenes before my eyes became distorted in an instant. The clear scenery became distorted and elongated, and only the clear sky in front of him became clearer.
This is an area that I have never been able to reach in my entire life.
Although it is unfortunate that we reached it at the last moment, we can take comfort in the fact that we have reached it now.
Grrrr.
All of the remaining power in the Danjeon was channeled into the Tao through the hand. The Tao, unable to handle the enormous power, screamed loudly. It seemed like he was going to explode at any moment, but it didn’t matter.
Anyway, this blow is the last.
“Hwaaaaaaa!”
A loud roar burst from his throat. The pottery came together like a small sun and radiated heat. The task of pushing everything in without leaving a single trace of regret or history was struck at Cheongmyeong’s head.
At that moment, Makwi was certain.
This was the most perfect blow of his life.
Quaaaaa!
It flies towards Cheongmyeong’s head with the force of splitting Mount Tai. A shiver ran up from the tip of his tailbone. An intense feeling of pleasure passed through her mind, as if a cold waterfall had been poured into her head.
In the midst of the greatest pleasure he had ever felt in his life, what Makwi saw was the twisted corner of Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
Paaaaaa!
The sword of Cheongmyeong, which had been hanging down until then, shot up like a beam of light and struck the sword of Makwi.
Kaaaang!
The moment the sword and the sword collided, the sword of Cheongmyeong was unable to handle the enormous power of the sword and was thrown back.
Makwi opened his eyes wide.
‘I won…’ … .’
Facing the onslaught of serious soldiers head-on as the inspectors do their best is tantamount to suicide. There’s no way the volcano god dragon wouldn’t know that, but a moment of arrogance… … .
And it was that moment.
The sword of Cheongmyeong swung faster than it bounced and struck the sword again.
Kaang!
yet again!
Kaaaang!
Again!
Kaang!
Once, twice, and dozens of times!
In the blink of an eye, the sword, which was swung like water, struck the sword of Makwi that was being struck down dozens of times.
Knock!
Every time they made contact, the power of the sword died little by little, and soon it began to fall back further and further.
Makwi suddenly realized that his sword had returned to the top of his head where it had first been lifted, and his mouth opened wide.
‘No way… … .’
How can he strike dozens of sword strikes in one swing of his sword? This was something that went far beyond his knowledge of martial arts.
“Aaaah!”
It was the moment when Makwi was about to push down on Tao once again with his bloodshot eyes.
Paaaaat!
The sword of Cheongmyeong, which moved like a ray of light, split Makwi’s wrist holding the sword.
Suddenly!
White bones were revealed from the neatly cut wrist, and blood spurted out loudly.
However, the sword of Cheongmyeong did not stop there.
Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly!
Upper arm, elbow, shoulder, side.
Cheongmyeong’s sword cut down Mokwi’s entire body again and again.
Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly!
Thighs, ankles, sides of the neck, and lower abdomen.
Cheongmyeong, who quickly severed the muscles of his entire body at once, rushed forward like a shower and stabbed Makwi’s upper body several times.
Sigh! Sigh! Phew! Sigh!
In an instant, blood poured like rain from Makwi’s chest and stomach, which had dozens of holes in them.
Fuuuuuk!
The final blow is to the heart.
Cheongmyeong, who had pierced his heart in an instant, watched Makwi silently as he was hit by the blood gushing out of his opponent’s body.
In a face stained red with blood, the eyes, the only ones with their own color, were dark and indifferent. Even Makwi, who had already crossed halfway through the Samdocheon, felt fear at the unfathomable abyss.
“… … why?”
A moan-like question flowed from my lips that were opened with difficulty.
He could only say this as he was almost out of breath, but Cheongmyeong understood the meaning of those words.
Cheongmyeong, soaked in blood, twisted the corner of his mouth and said.
“soldier?”
“… … .”
“Don’t come last and talk like you made it. “You’re just trash.”
“… … .”
“So die like trash.”
“… … I am… … .”
Paaaaaa!
The sword of Cheongmyeong, pulled out from the heart, struck Makwi’s head at once and blew it away. As if the last word wasn’t worth hearing.
“Sigh.”
Cheongmyeong spat out the blood that had entered his mouth.
A guy who smells like blood like a medal. A human butcher who killed not dozens, but hundreds.
I have no right to give something to someone like that.
‘What’s different about me?’
Liquid!
Cheongmyeong sneered and lightly brushed off the blood and took a lead sword.
And without the slightest hesitation, he trampled on Makwi’s corpse and walked towards the half-destroyed palace.
Jerk.
Jerk.
The weight of those footsteps filled the hall.
Jerk.
When I finally entered the palace, I saw Jin Yang-geon trembling like a cornered rat.
The moment our eyes met, all the blood drained from Jin Yang-geon’s face in an instant.
“I… … I… … Is… … .”
His body trembles like an aspen tree.
How many people would be able to remain calm while looking at Cheongmyeong with icy eyes and his entire body soaked in blood? Jin Yang-geon was too weak to do that.
Puzzle.
At that time, Cheongmyeong suddenly distorted his face horribly and gritted his teeth, quickly approaching Jin Yanggeon.
“Hey, hey! Me, me! I am!”
Without hesitation, Cheongmyeong grabbed Jin Yang-geon’s neck and lifted him up after he fell. And then he pushed it all the way to the wall and threw it down.
Quang!
“Kek! Keek!”
Jin Yang-geon was sick of the pain he felt in his neck and back. But what truly made him fearful and painful was the look in Cheongmyeong’s eyes that seemed ready to kill him at any moment.
“Well, you were wrong! Save me… … .”
“say.”
Jin Yang-geon, who did not immediately understand the meaning of the words, looked at Cheong-myeong with an incomprehensible expression on his face. Then, a voice that seemed to come from hell poured out from Cheongmyeong’s lips.
“say. “Where did you get that martial arts skill?”
“Mu, martial arts?”
Ouch!
“Omg… … .”
Qingming’s fingers dug into Jin Yang Qian’s neck. Jin Yang Geon’s face suddenly turned blue and began to die.
The hand instinctively grabbed the neck and scratched the arm, but Cheongmyeong was like a rock and did not budge.
“say. “Before I kill you!”
Cheongmyeong’s tightly clenched lips finally tore. A trickle of blood ran down his chin and onto the floor.
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