Chapter 75

On the day of the Political Competition finals.
The offstage area was packed with people. Not only were there the usual suspects, but also figures from the Four Directions Sect who hadn’t been seen in years.
We were curious to see who would become the wielder of the soul-cutting projection sword, but mostly we wanted to see the unique personalities who made it to the finals.
Swollen tongue.
This young man has never seen a single action until now. This unknown rookie has defeated many famous masters using a variety of sword techniques.
Not only that, but the sword kung fu was beginning to attract the attention of the martial artists because it wasn’t his true style.
-What the heck is his vacuum?
The answer will surely come in this final.
That’s because his final opponent was none other than the hell-blooded master, Yang Myung Myung.
-No matter how great one’s talent is, one cannot learn in the presence of Yang Ming without revealing one’s true faith!
The Murimans were excited.
It was not a victory for Bu Eun-sul. I was curious to see how Yang Ming would handle Bu Eun-sul and when she would reveal her true colors.
“And now for the finals!”
Chu Wentian’s shout was met with a tremendous roar from the crowd.
At last, the final round of the political tournament has begun, the one that will finally answer the questions of the warriors.
Jumbled.
An offstage staircase leads to the offstage area,
“Bu Eun-sul, Bu So-kyo, who appeared like a comet and won back-to-back games against the Masters of the Mud to reach the final!”
Since it was the final, Chow gave an unusually long introduction.
Self.
Then, from the other side of the room, Inyoung entered the offstage area with a cloud-like shinjutsu.
It was Yang Myung, the Blood Demon Lord.
“Poisonous Flying Demon, Yang Ming, Yang Dai Hao, whose reputation is renowned throughout Guizhou!”
Chu Wentian’s conscience was also pricked, and he introduced himself as Yang Ming, omitting his title as the head of the Hellblood City.
“Hmm.”
Yang Ming’s eyes flashed as he looked at the towering figure of Bu Eunseol, who stood there with a somber expression.
“You have good posture.”
He said this despite the fact that he knew that Bu Eun-sul was one of the ten warriors of Nangyagak.
“You look like a disciple of a noun. Do your best.”
It is an unwritten rule that the four gates do not encroach on each other as much as possible.
If it turns out that Bu Eun-sul is Nangyagak’s disciple, Yang Ming won’t be able to fight him, so he doesn’t reveal Bu Eun-sul’s identity and tries to beat him to death.
“Then get started!”
Zing!
With a loud gong sound, Chu Wentian gasped and stepped back.
The full name of the two names is poisonous demon chasing souls.
The jutsu is powerful enough to leave a mark on steel, and to top it off, the jutsu itself contains poison.
If you’re not careful, you can get addicted without realizing it.
“Strike first.”
Yang Ming threw up his hands with an arrogant expression.
“If I get my hands on you, you’ll never have a chance to strike.”
Bu Eunseol had already experienced the horrors of the Hellblood Poison Ball in Hell City.
Before Yang Ming could finish speaking, she drew her longsword and immediately stabbed him in the neck.
Bam!
But the light saber bounced off with nothing but sparks.
Yang Ming stretched out a single finger and deflected a flurry of swords.
“You’re kidding.”
At Yang Ming’s provocation, Bu Eun-sul did not answer, but swung his sword.
With a slashing sound, the sword transformed in thin air and slowly rained down like snowflakes on Yang Ming’s head.
“A heavy sword this time.”
Yang Ming snorted as he watched the slow fall of the sword.
“You’re slowing it down on purpose to make me catch it, good.”
Slowly, he curled his middle finger.
Ping!
With a loud crack, a gust of wind from the middle ground slammed into the heavy blade of the swollen snow.
Thump! Thump!
The heavy sword clashed with the wind, and a leather-popping explosion erupted.
Yang Ming stood lazily, his fingers dissolving the heavy swords containing hundreds of muscles of strength one by one.
Thump!
Yang Myung Myung, who had processed the last seconds, smirked at Bu Eun Seol.
“Is the joke over?”
Bu Eun-sul gripped her sword and lowered herself.
Yang Ming was a master unlike any he had ever faced. If he let his guard down even a little, he could unleash a thunderbolt of katana.
“You’re a cheeky bastard.”
Yang Ming bared his fangs and laughed as he looked at Bu Eunseol, who had remained silent the entire time.
“I will tell you why this lord is called Vulture Vima.”
Wham!
Yang Ming’s body faded into thin air, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the three sheets of snow.
Sigh.
At the same time, a black mist rose from his fingers and his nails began to stain black.
He’s about to unleash his vacuum cutter, the Dogmachu Honeymoon.
“Take it!”
Yay!
Three black lines dug into the great blood of Bu Eunseol’s front chest with a rippling sound like a viper’s cry.
Ta-da!
The hilt of his longsword crackled as he deflected the wind with his sword.
“Where are you looking?”
Suddenly, Yang Ming, who had appeared behind his back, brandished a blackened hand.
Pods.
But Bu Eun-sul’s reflexes, having mastered the beast sword, were also mysterious.
Ducking like lightning to avoid Yang Ming’s capital, Bu Eunseol leaped like a carp and began to spray sword techniques.
It was a defense herbivore, local starboard.
“Hmm.”
The local starboard side’s sword herbs were so tight that no loopholes were visible, so Yang Ming painted all five fingernails black this time.
“Chu Hon Five!”
Boom!
Five black lines curved and poured down Buunsul’s arms, legs, and chest.
This time, he didn’t parry the wind, but quickly unleashed a series of moves to dodge the attack. If he did, Yang Ming would attack him from behind or to the side with a ghostly divine technique.
Sigh.
Changing direction thirty or forty times in an instant, Bu Eunseol swung his sword, avoiding all winds.
Ding ding ding ding!
Sword and finger clashed in quick succession.
Bu Eun-sul’s sword technique was swift, but Yang Ming’s five-fingered zigong was even faster.
“Did you think proximity would make a difference?”
As the two used the technique back-to-back, it became a bit of a rush at the Chosu workshop.
“Black taxes are not available.
Her main specialty is the Heavenly Blade, which redirects her opponent’s attacks and power.
However, Yang Ming’s Zhi Feng was too light and vigorous for the weapon, and his techniques were ineffective.
Ta-da!
Bu Eunseol, who had pushed Yang Myung back with a full load of inner ball, frowned and stepped back.
It was just a dozen or so first moves, with beads of sweat on his forehead and a pensive expression on his face.
“Hoo hoo hoo, it’s coming up now.”
Yang Ming didn’t chase after Bu Eunseol and looked at her with a relaxed expression.
“With this much poison in the air, even a bull would fall.”
The Poisoned Machu Picchu contains an extremely toxic ingredient that fills the three cards with poisonous energy upon casting.
With all the melee windstorms he’s been getting, it’s a wonder he doesn’t get poisoned.
Eek.
Suddenly, Bu Eun-sul held out her left hand.
And then black water dripped from his blackened ring finger.
Agglutination poison.
It was the culmination of the powerful qi flowing through his body, pouring out into his qi and draining the poisonous energy into one place.
“Wow, you’re a whiz. That’s quite a feat.”
Yang Ming nodded in admiration.
“But there is a fatal flaw in aggregation!”
Ping!
Suddenly, with both arms, he unleashed seven gusts of wind, not only swift, but bent at unavoidable angles.
An enchantment allows you to use the wind with your left hand as well as your right.
Ding ding ding!
After a series of blows, Buunsul took a step back, unlike before.
Yang Myung-myung smirked at the sight.
“Aggressive reading can drain you quickly.”
Shaking his head, he slowly raised both hands.
“If that’s all you’ve shown me, then…… now you die.”
Sigh.
The nails on all ten fingers of both of their hands were blackened.
You want to use the full power of the Twelve Poisonous Hearts.
Sigh.
Bu Eunseol raised her longsword and brought the beast to full strength.
Just a moment ago, we had just taken on seven winds. Add three more winds to the mix and the change in speed is beyond imagination.
Chirp!
A ten-strand gust of wind blew through the canvas with a sound like a fire being pulled.
Whirliric.
Instead of going straight out, the winds curved in a big bend.
Ten strands of wind, varying in speed and direction, with extreme venom.
The range is close to a dozen sheets, so unless you’re offstage, you’re going to have to deal with it with strength and finesse.
Bam!
At that moment, Bu Eun-sul leaped into the air with all her might.
“Hmph, that’s not possible.”
Yang Ming snorted and flicked his fingers, and the black stalks of wind soared into the air, following the swollen snow.
Not only could he shoot his entire career from his fingers, but he could also move them in any direction he wanted, like a long string.
-Oops!
A gasp escaped from the mouths of the martial artists in the audience.
Bu Eun-sul’s body is halfway through the air. She was about to be skewered if she didn’t dodge the poisonous horned dog.
Boom!
Just then, a metallic sound rang out from behind Buunseol’s back.
He pulls out the halberd he’s been using all this time.
“Ha!”
Bu Eun-sul burst into laughter, using his left hand to execute the local starboard side of the Hua Wu sword, and his right hand to execute the Sau sword technique that he had practiced while learning the Beast Sword.
Ouch.
As she extends different swords in each hand, a thin membrane seems to form around her body.
Thump!
The wind and the sword grass clashed, and a strange rumble spread through the air.
Bu Eun-sul deployed different sword techniques with both hands, perfectly blocking Dokmachu Honji out of thin air.
-Waaaaaah!
The crowd roared.
Some of the masters of the Wulin use the twin-handed, two-handed, and two-hearted myori.
However, it is extremely rare to find a master like Bu Eun-sul who is able to perfectly deploy different sword techniques.
Chubbun.
Descending from thin air, unscathed, Bu Eunseol looked down at the flying sword.
The mere act of fending off the Dogmachu Honji had knocked out his teeth and cracked his blade.
Poof.
Yang Ming raised an eyebrow as Bu Eun-sul tossed the killing sword to the ground.
“You’ve picked up all sorts of dirty tricks.”
With a wry smile, he pointed to Buunsul’s longsword.
“No matter how many excellent sword techniques you possess, you will not be able to defeat this master.”
Yang Myung Myung smiled confidently and raised his hand.
“Let’s call it a day.”
Then a black mist rose up and began to envelope his body.
-Poison!
As the black mist gradually spread over the offstage area, some of the martial artists in the audience screamed and fled their seats.
Not only are the poisonous attacks of Hellblooded Masters terrifying, but they are also very difficult to dispel.
Woo-doo-doo-doo.
Strange bones echoed from Yang Ming’s body, shrouded in black mist.
Finally, as the black fog slowly lifted, the martial artists in the stands roared.
-What the heck is that…….
When Yang Ming emerged from the mist, he was a giant, and his entire body was tinged with a dark gray color.
-It’s a poisonous body art!
Someone in the crowd, looking at the hulking figure of Yang Ming, shouted.