Episode 885 Those who are drunk on past glory are dead. (5)
While dealing with Galcheonrip, Ungeom never once lost his courtesy.
This is because I thought that no matter how much the opponent was the Madou of Sapa, there was courtesy that a swordsman should observe to someone who risks his life and clashes weapons with him. That was Ungeom’s way of teaching Hwasan’s disciples.
but.
Now, all respect for the other person has completely disappeared from Ungeom’s eyes.
He also knows that there are people in the world who do not need even the slightest respect.
and… … .
The eyes of Hwasan disciples who suddenly stopped their swords and looked at Galcheonrip were even more grim than those of Ungeom.
Plunging a knife into a colleague’s back?
At least in a volcano, this is something that can never be forgiven.
As Ilbaek’s peak swordsman fired with all his might, Galcheonrip flinched and looked around.
“What?”
His pale face was distorted in embarrassment, as if he didn’t understand what was going on. But there was not a single person who would kindly open his mouth to make him understand this situation.
I just glare at him with cold eyes.
“What! “You damn bastards!”
As Galcheonrip shouted, Ungeom lowered his sword and slowly opened his mouth.
“you… … .”
A cold, emotionless voice pierced Galcheonrip’s ears.
“He is not qualified to lead people.”
Even though the intention was not good, the people gathered here were those who believed in Galcheonrip and fought. If Galcheonrip had paid any attention to them, he would not have gotten drunk on his own attack and plunged his sword into his ally’s back.
At Ungeom’s cold words, Galcheonrip’s eyes turned to the side without realizing it. The Safa people had stopped their swords and were looking at us, and there was anger and murder in their eyes.
“… … “Stupid bastards.”
It was something he couldn’t understand.
“You idiots! Are you too stupid to understand? If I don’t defeat that one-armed bastard, we all die! “I have to win somehow in order for you to have a way to survive!”
But instead of stabbing more than half of them with a sword, you are looking at me with those eyes?
‘You bastards who don’t even know what’s right!’
Isn’t it about five at most?
Isn’t it common to get hit by an ally’s sword while attacking on the battlefield?
However, the Safa people who heard those words again exposed their teeth towards Galcheonrip.
“You idiot… … .”
“It’s beyond repair.”
Just as Galcheonrip was about to curse, Ungeom cut him off as if he could no longer listen to what he said and began to approach.
The tip of his sword was red and red.
“this… … .”
Ungeom, the disciples of Hwasan, and even the Safa people… … Everyone is looking at him with the eyes of an enemy. It’s as if everyone in the world hates him.
Feeling cornered, Galcheonrip gritted his teeth fiercely.
no.
This is not it.
This wasn’t the look he deserved.
The eyes looking at him are full of respect and fear. And he must be filled with jealousy and fear. The very eyes of someone who cannot even dare to ascend to that position looks at the absolute.
“You can’t be a Jang Il-so.”
Crash!
The emotions that appeared in his eyes every time he thought of Jang Il-so. They should be in everyone’s eyes here.
however… … .
“But why are you looking at me like that? why! “Why?”
An animal-like roar burst from Galcheonrip’s mouth.
I can not admit it!
I can never admit it!
“I will kill you!”
Galcheonrip roared and rushed towards Ungeom. Living wildly. And the momentum is like a storm. The sight of Galcheon Rip running towards him with his eyes closed, his face bristling, was terrifying in itself.
Kwak-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The blue pottery he spewed forth with terrifying force. No matter how much you hate Galcheonrip, the moment you see the storm of pottery he created, there will be no way not to acknowledge his skills.
‘doggish!’
The blood vessels in Gal Cheon-rip’s eyes began to burst as he pushed his strength to its limit. His eyes quickly turned red.
Kang-ho means strong self-respect. Only the strong are justice.
The weak follow the strong in fear. Qualifications to lead someone? That’s enough to be strong.
Didn’t Jang Il-so also create Man-in-bang with his own strength and win the Sapae-ryeon?
‘But what nonsense are you talking about!’
Kwak-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The pottery rotated more violently. New pottery created a trajectory on top of the stretched pottery, and dozens of pottery became intertwined irregularly, creating a fierce storm.
The human body would have been reduced to nothing more than a piece of meat in the storm of pottery that raged with such incredible power.
Meanwhile, the sight of Ungeom holding his sword with one hand in front of the swirling pottery looked very dangerous.
but.
Kuuk.
Kwak Hoi, who was watching this, quietly clenched his fists.
No one steps forward. No one is telling you to be careful.
Everyone just looked at Ungeom’s back with eyes filled with firm trust.
All of Hwasan’s disciples and those who have seen Ungeom’s training over the past three years know. Worrying about Ungeom now is nothing more than denigrating the blood he has shed and the effort he has put in.
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What they should have is not worry.
It is faith in the teacher.
“Whoa.”
Ungeom took a short, deep breath.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. That formidable storm of pottery could tear his body to pieces at any time.
If it were in the past, I would not have dared to confront him and would have backed away again and again. And then… … .
It seems like a scene is visible in Ungeom’s eyes. The sight of someone jumping forward and protecting him. A slightly smaller shoulder stands proudly in front of him.
Ungeom slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
he is.
I am standing here so as not to see that scene.
Ugh.
The toes press firmly into the ground. It all starts from the bottom.
Keep your mind as quiet as a lake, and your eyes brightly contemplate the other person.
see.
‘History isn’t everything. Herbivorousness is not everything.’
Extremely fierce and strong.
But it’s definitely off.
At one time, these attacks would have been intertwined like elaborate gears and slaughtered opponents. But not now. These gears are rusty, dusty, and creaking as they turn.
Gaping cracks and twisted axes.
‘Yes, Cheongmyeong. I see.’
Galcheonrip would have no doubt that he had become stronger. As time passes, the internal power increases, and the power of the Tao becomes stronger.
But martial arts is not everything.
No matter how powerful a device is, if it is not maintained carefully and consistently, it will eventually rust and become distorted.
This attack is ultimately just a cogwheel forced to turn with its axis twisted.
Ungeom took a step forward.
Approaching the fierce storm seemed like the most reckless action, but Ungeom’s eyes were as calm as a lake as he actually stretched out his feet.
Wooooow.
His sword, loaded with internal power, trembled.
‘Can I be an example for those children?’
To my shame, those kids still call him teacher. Even though there are more than one person who has overtaken him and gone ahead of him, he still clearly shows respect and admiration for him.
Even though that fact gives him great strength, sometimes it feels like a burden that weighs him down even more heavily.
What should I show those kids? What can we do to help those consistent guys? How can I make those children feel ashamed of being called a teacher?
Without any fear, Ungeom took one more step.
The pressure emanating from the sword made his hair stand up and shake his skin as if it would tear at any moment.
That moment.
Paaaaaa!
The plum sword in his left hand penetrated the storm of pottery like a beam of light.
Let’s go!
As if an iron rod had been inserted between hotly rotating gears, the sword, which seemed to be rotating precisely, suddenly shook violently.
Paaaaat!
In an instant, the recovered Ungeom sword radiated light again.
Isn’t it obvious that he has to show those kids?
The will to face without fear. And the will to stick to your true intentions without being deceived by glamour!
and!
‘It’s just a facade.’
If you evaluate it by the power at the tip of the sword, if it evaluates it by the depth of its power, if it evaluates it by how much more flashy and powerful the attack can be, the world will naturally consider Guido Mujeong to be stronger than that. It must have been the same for Ungum.
But now he knows. That’s not what being uneducated is.
Now his students have taken their first proper step toward becoming a strong player. There will come a day in the not too distant future when they too will experience a crisis and be shaken.
There is only one thing he can say to such children.
‘What you have to believe is.’
The feeling of the sword in my hand disappears.
However, the heavy weight is clearly felt. The weight in his hands is not that of a sword. He has the confidence and belief in himself that he has not been generous to himself even for a moment in the past time.
‘It’s only your own effort.’
Ungeom’s sword becomes a beam of light again and penetrates the storm of pottery.
One sword becomes two, and two swords become three again.
Soon, Ungeom’s sword, which had drawn seven sword images, pierced the gap between the red pottery without shaking even an inch.
Kagak! Let’s go! Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The sword and sword were intertwined, and a horrifying noise erupted.
Crack! Wow!
Pain as if my wrist would break. A shock that twists the internal organs.
Forcibly swallowing the lump of blood gushing out of his throat, Ungeom held the sword tightly until his knuckles turned white.
View.
In any situation, only your two eyes must watch everything.
The sword, which had been spinning like a storm like a gear stuck in an indestructible foreign substance, shook violently.
And Ungeom’s Plum Sword, which had never rested for three years, did not miss that very moment.
‘now!’
Seomjeon (閃電).
The tip of the sword contains effort.
The tip of the sword contains time.
And the sword is just a person. It just contains people.
The moment you put everything into the sword without a single doubt, the sword soon becomes a person, and the person immediately becomes a sword.
Paaaaaaaa!
In an instant, the sword energy that became a beam of light penetrated through the swirling pottery.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!
The twisted gears collapsed like an illusion before that powerful blow.
The red sword energy soared and the bright blue pottery disappeared.
The sword, which was made with all the time, effort, and people, deflected the sword that was swung in a fit of convulsions. And then, with his eyes wide open, he dug hard into the body of the astonished person.
Phew!
The strange feeling that his entire arm had disappeared disappeared as if it had been washed away, and the world returned to him. A dull yet heavy sensation was felt at his fingertips.
‘and… … .’
If there was one more thing to believe in.
Ungeom quietly looked away. I could see the disciples clenching their fists as if they were about to make a noise. And after that, the teachers seemed even more excited than the children.
‘These are the people standing behind you.’
Believe in yourself and believe in those who are with you.
That is enough.
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