Episode 816 My kids are a little rough. (One)
Before I knew it, Jo Geol’s back was covered in cold sweat.
Jo Geol, who had never once lost his spirit even when dealing with the Bishop of the Demonic Cult, now had an unprecedented expression on his face.
The fingertips holding the sword trembled slightly.
Without realizing it, my tightly pursed lips turned white.
It’s as if a giant tiger is snarling with its mouth open right in front of his face. The moment that mouth closes, it’s hard to even breathe due to the pressure that feels like my throat will be torn open and blood will rush out.
“Huh… … .”
He took a short, deep breath and gripped his sword tightly as if to steel himself.
‘This is Jang Il-so… … .’
venomous snake?
That’s not a guy who can be expressed in that way. That thing is at least an Imoogi, or rather, it might be something that should be called an evil dragon.
And it wasn’t just Jo Geol who felt that way.
‘strong.’
Baekcheon also watched Jang Ilso with eyes that were clearly tense.
‘bishop? no… … . It’s more than that.’
Of course, the bishop was incredibly strong. It is difficult to deny that their victory against the bishop at that time was only due to luck.
But it became clear after just one exchange. That Jang Il-so is stronger than the bishop.
The bishops of the past were, so to speak, natural disasters.
He was a man who seemed ready to sweep away everything in the world with his unbelievably enormous power.
However, to use a crude comparison, it was no different from a five-year-old child randomly swinging a huge sword ten times its size. Although the size of its internal power reached the sky, the sophistication of its herbivorous diet was not particularly remarkable.
But Jang Il-so is different.
‘That guy is just strong.’
It’s fast, precise, and even skillful.
The words Cheongmyeong said when he first saw Jang Ilso flashed through Baekcheon’s mind.
– That’s a homemade monster.
Looking back, Cheongmyeong has never used such expressions to anyone. Although he dismissed it as being out of his mind, Cheongmyeong not only said everything he wanted to say in front of the head of Shaolin, but even pointed a finger at him.
I should have understood what it meant that these words came out of Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
‘Obviously stronger than the bishop.’
It is not surprising that there is someone stronger in the world than the bishop of the Demonic Cult. Moreover, if the object of comparison is a bishop who is clearly already injured.
However, when you face the object in front of you, understanding it becomes a separate problem.
Baekcheon glanced at Cheongmyeong’s face without realizing it. For some reason, I felt like I needed to check what kind of expression that guy was making right now.
“… … .”
And soon, all the strength left Baekcheon’s body.
Cheongmyeong is smiling. With a face that says you’re going crazy with fun.
therefore… … Just like Jang Il-so.
“It’s pretty good?”
Cheongmyeong adjusted the sword he was holding and opened his mouth.
“That Sapa guy is so proud.”
“Hmm.”
“But I commend you for climbing up there.”
Jang Il-so snorted lightly and smiled.
“this… … . “To receive praise from the world-famous volcano god dragon, I really don’t know what to do.”
Jang Il-so chuckled softly. The accessories worn all over the body jingled sharply.
Cheongmyeong’s fangs were revealed.
As expected, Jang Il-so’s leisureliness was excessively annoying.
It was not because Jang Il-so was taking his time with Cheongmyeong in front of him. That leisure clearly comes from familiarity.
This is familiar to Jang Il-so.
Fighting in this hellish battlefield.
Someone is trying to take my life.
The people on the other side are grabbing your ankles, threatening to kill you without anyone else knowing.
be used to.
A relaxedness that can only be possessed by someone who has won a thousand battles and has won a thousand battles. A realm that can only be reached by those who risk their lives in battle.
Yeah, like… … Like the Plum Sword Zone of the past.
Clutter.
After changing his teeth, Cheongmyeong lowered his posture. His eyes sank coldly and eerily. He looked like a small wild beast.
“You cocky bastard.”
His eyes were staring straight at his prey and chasing it.
“Hmm.”
Jang Il-so thought as he saw Cheongmyeong.
‘It’s strange. ‘It’s so strange.’
These guys are weird.
To put it bluntly, they seem like they’ve lost their minds.
He has dealt with many people so far. Among them, there were those who had been working hard in the Gangho for decades, and there were also those who had honed their passing skills professionally.
But even those guys couldn’t make Jang Il-so feel this way.
A perfect connection?
Do you have the insight to accurately understand the roles that are divided and the capabilities of yourself and your colleagues without even having to say it?
‘trivial.’
I was so sick of things like that.
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What really baffles Jang Il-so is that these guys completely entrust their lives to the person next to them.
Do you attack with the belief that someone will block the attack falling on your head?
Yes, if I were to ask, it would be possible.
However, not leaving even the slightest doubt within that movement is not the realm of trust, but the realm of madness.
‘What on earth have we done to be able to build this level of trust?’
and… … .
‘That guy.’
Jang Il-so’s eyes followed Cheongmyeong like a snake.
The strangest thing is that guy.
‘I knew it was great, but.’
That damn sword is beyond the realm of understanding.
It cannot be fully explained in words that it is bizarre and poignant.
The Sword of the Volcano God Dragon is somehow twisted. If I had to compare it, it might be as if he was wielding a large ax and performing the most elaborate swordsmanship in the world, or it might be as if he was wielding chopsticks and performing an invincible swordsmanship.
An intense sense of discomfort as if my swordsmanship, internal strength, and body were all running as they should.
‘What if they merge into one?’
What would happen if one day those swords came into harmony?
“… … “That’s creepy.”
My whole body is shaking.
Just imagining it makes you feel scared, as if a huge landslide is sweeping you away. A huge grin spread across his face, and then he began to grin, baring his teeth.
That guy… … No, those guys are getting stronger.
After mixing my hands, it became clear. These guys will always be at the top of the political faction. There are as many as five in one clan. On the day when they fully realize their potential, no sect in the world will dare to raise their head in front of the volcano.
So how could it not be fun?
I was given the opportunity to tear up and trample on that infinite potential with my own hands and turn it into mere trash.
This is a pleasure that cannot be compared anywhere else.
“I thought they were bastards, but they turned out to be at least as good as tiger cubs. But that won’t be good for you. “I am not the type of person to keep a tiger cub alive.”
Jinglang. Jinglang.
As if to prove that death had arisen in his heart, the ornaments began to cry loudly. The accessories are shaking in response to the increased power.
“So die here!”
Okay.
Jang Il-so’s body disappeared on the spot. And without any time to be surprised, he appeared right in front of Cheongmyeong.
Yunjong opened his eyes.
The reason he was surprised was not because of Jang Il-so’s divine law, but because the sword of Cheongmyeong was touching Jang Il-so’s neck. As if he had predicted in advance that Jang Il-so would appear there.
Kagaang!
The bracelets packed on Jang Il-so’s wrist clashed with the sword of Cheongmyeong. Baekcheon’s sword, which was quickly aimed at his back, was also quickly caught by Jang Ilso’s other hand.
“Slow.”
When Jang Il-so lightly twisted his wrist, the swords that met each other bounced off like toys.
Quang!
Soon, Jang Il-so’s volume was headed to Baek-cheon. Baekcheon quickly raised his sword and blocked Jang Ilso’s fist, but there was no way to stop it. Baekcheon’s body bounced off like a cannonball at once.
At the same time, Jang Il-so, who flew in aiming for Cheongmyeong like a protective guard, lowered his hand, which was bent like the claw of a suri.
Sigh!
Cheongmyeong threw his body backwards without any hesitation. He narrowly avoided a direct hit, but his entire forearm was torn off, and five streaks of red blood spread across his chest and stomach.
Gyeonggi, who narrowly missed Cheongmyeong and landed on the floor, crashed into the cliff they were standing on.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
“Tsk!”
Yu Iseol rushed through the rising dust cloud and slashed his sword horizontally. The sword loaded with self-reliance, operated with all its might, was more powerful than any sword Yu Iseol had shown so far.
one.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
Her sword stopped in midair with the sound of metal rubbing against metal.
Yu Iseol’s eyes widened.
The moment the dust cloud cleared, she saw. The sight of Jang Il-so standing calmly, her hand grasping her sword.
“hmm.”
Jang Il-so smoothed his chin with one hand and carefully examined the plum sword in his hand.
“It’s a good sword.”
“profit!”
Whoa whoa!
Before Yu Yi-seol could react, Jang Il-so’s foot stuck in her stomach.
I’m crying.
Yu I-seol, whose intestines were turned upside down by the blow, fell out, spewing blood.
“It’s too much of a waste for idiots like you to use it.”
Slowly the dust cloud settled.
It was a perfect pass. It contains everything that Hwasan’s disciples have accumulated so far.
But that success was so easily dismantled.
Jang Il-so, who had nullified Hwasan’s acceptance just by digging in between them, smiled like a tiger leisurely strolling under the languid sun.
“There is only one person here who is suited to use a sword like this.”
Jerk. Jerk.
Cheongmyeong, who had a scar on his chest as if he had been scratched by a tiger’s claws, was holding his sword backwards and walking towards Jang Il-so.
Jang Il-so burst out laughing. The moment I saw Cheongmyeong’s eyes, sunken like ice, it felt like an electric current was flowing through my whole body.
‘You never know.’
It was difficult for him to understand why he was so nervous.
Possibilities are literally just possibilities. It is like an illusion that does not exist until you grab it with your own hands and make it happen.
So, the current clarity can never reach him. That is to say, it is worth nothing more than a single piece of chess.
But strangely enough, I can’t take my eyes off that figure.
The moment I turned my eyes, my whole body trembled with a sense of crisis as if that sword would be inserted into my neck and my entire head would be ripped off.
“Tsk!”
What tore off Jang Il-so’s attention, which had been focused entirely on one person, was a low sound coming from behind him.
Yui Seol.
Yu Iseol, who had been kicked and sent flying away by him, was coming back, spitting out blood with a helpless face.
‘… … ‘It must have been completely twisted inside?’
The attack was such that it wouldn’t be surprising if my breathing stopped. But you wake up so calmly?
No, even if it did happen, you didn’t lose your will to fight at all even after receiving such an attack?
It wasn’t even Yu Yi-seol and Cheong-myeong.
Jerk. Jerk.
Baekcheon, who flew away after being hit by Jang Ilso’s fist, also walked back with an expression on his face that said nothing had happened, and Yoonjong and Jogeol were also coming towards him with determined eyes.
Like wolves surrounding a tiger that has invaded their territory to chase it away.
“haha… … . ha ha ha… … . Hahahahahahaha!”
In the end, a roar burst out of Jang Il-so’s mouth once again.
I never thought I would feel my blood boiling against these guys in a place like this.
Not to that shaman’s Heodo, nor to Namgung’s Emperor Namgung, but to the brats of Hwasan!
“Jang Il-so.”
“Hmm?”
Cheongmyeong laughed bitterly.
“You better be careful. “My kids are a little rough.”
“I was listening to that… … .”
Madness suddenly filled Jang Il-so’s eyes.
“That’s good news.”
The game exploded from Jang Il-so’s whole body. His red long sleeves bulged and fluttered, and the accessories on his whole body jingled as if they were about to break apart.
Even in the face of that overwhelming sight, Ogham did not back down at all.
Paaaaaa!
Five streams of lightning rushed towards Jang Il-so again without giving up.
The sunset light emanating from their bodies bloomed like the five petals of a red plum blossom.
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