Chapter 212

Dokjungtaesan. Dokmujeong.
He is the creator of a very unique poisonous artifact called the Heavenly Master Poison Gong, one of the many poisonous artifacts created by Hellblood Castle.
A thousand readers.
It is a hell-blooded poisonous jutsu that converts all the poison in the body into internal force, and bursts the enemy’s veins with a powerful burst of pressure.
Whenever he unfolded the Chunzhong Manchu, it was as if he was throwing a mountain made of poison, hence the nickname Poisonous Mountain.
“Then they must be bloodsuckers…….”
The black marks couldn’t hide their disappointment.
Dokmujeong was traveling the river with the bloodsuckers he had hand-trained over a decade earlier.
Such a hell-blooded mastermind in a fight between Feng Hovang and the Romantics?
“Try to block it one more time.”
Cooong. Kooong.
The pressure from the dictator’s hands was like throwing a mountain into the sea.
Grabbing his dagger, Black Mark once again unleashed his sword arts to offset the pressure,
“Pooh!”
Eventually, he spat out a pebble-sized chunk of blood and dropped to one knee.
The air power of the black mark was not yet enough to withstand the pressure of the thousand-eyed reader.
“I put up with that again…….”
Dictator’s eyes narrowed.
I was about to give up the ghost, but to my surprise, the black mark had survived another round.
“He should never have been allowed to live.”
His eyes sparkled with life.
He realizes that the black mark is going to be a big problem in the future, and he wants to get it out of his system once and for all.
“Why is a master like you getting into these fights?”
That’s when Lim Hwan exclaimed in disbelief.
“What the hell do you have to gain by doing this?”
Dok Mu Zheng smirked.
“It’s none of your business.”
His eyes are like he’s looking down on an insignificant bug.
And indeed, he is. He can crush a man to death like a bug in an instant.
“Die.”
I raised my hands, and with a low vibration, a tremendous amount of pressure was dropping downward in one fell swoop.
Lin Feng stared into thin air, his eyes wide, for it was an unstoppable force, like a giant mountain that could never be stopped.
Shit!
Suddenly, with a sharp cracking sound, a sword flew out of nowhere and pierced Dokmujeong’s brow.
“Huh!”
Dok Mu Zheng diverted some of his energy to deflect the raining raindrops.
But the bird of prey did not succumb to the pressure of the Heavenly Chu Manchu and shot straight into his brow.
“No?”
Surprised, Poisonous Spirit quickly spun around to avoid Bidou.
Fuuk.
Then the flying bido struck a large rock beside him.
It cut through the rock like a tofu, as if a cheap bido from a blacksmith’s shop were a sidewalk.
“This trick is.”
The black mark’s eyes widened as he stared at the rock with dim eyes.
Despite the vastness of the Murim, there are not many masters who can throw such a lightweight bido with such a heavy weight.
Furthermore, it’s a non-dojo technique that doesn’t end an enemy’s life, but rather stops an attack.
Isn’t this the only thing in the forest that is being used by anyone but himself?
Green!
From thin air, a pale shadow descended on Black Mark’s side.
He was tall and handsome, and wore a strange new sword on his back, blackened to the hilt.
It was swollen tongue.
“Confucius!”
Black Mark jumped to his feet and shouted.
“Mr. Confucius. How is this place…….”
“We’ll talk about that later.”
Bu Eun-sul looked at Dok Mu-jung and bared her white teeth.
“I need to get rid of those bugs.”
“Ho-ho.”
Recognizing Bu Eunseol’s identity at a glance, Dok Mu Zheng smiled coldly.
“The enemy of my castle has found me.”
“The dead man talks a lot.”
At Bu Eun-sul’s cynicism, Dok Mu-jung snorted in disbelief.
“Your liver is swollen. I don’t suppose you’ve become a master of your craft?”
Then he clapped his hands and nodded, as if remembering something.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, “if they melt the corpse down, who knows?”
Smirking, Poisonous Wu Zheng jerked his head toward Bloodsucking Poison.
“Get rid of him and use Volcano.”
Then the eyes of the hundred and twenty thousand martial artists flashed, and they surrounded Bu Yunxue and Black Mark.
Green. Percussion.
Then, with a crashing sound, three shadows landed in the air around Bu Eunseol.
They were Hyuk So-jin, Myo Tian-woo, and Yu Yun-ryong.
“What a bunch of hell-blooded bastards.”
Having realized the true identity of the Poisonous Dragon, it bared its white teeth.
“Swollen tongue. I’ll take care of those shivers.”
“As you wish.”
Bu Eunseol nodded lightly, and Black Mark quickly stepped forward.
“Confucius, no.”
Looking at Yu Yunlong as he stepped out alone, Black Mark spoke in a low voice.
“The Bloodsuckers are no ordinary people, no matter how great his martial prowess…….”
The black mark did not continue.
Boom!
A white light poured out from Yu Yunlong’s hand, and one of the Bloodsucker Adepts was split in two.
The black mark narrowed his eyes.
It’s only now that he realizes that all of Bu Eun-sul’s companions are supernatural masters.
“You are…….”
It wasn’t just the black marks that surprised me.
Poisonous Spirit’s eyes swayed like waves as he gazed at the two fragmented bloodsuckers.
“You’re a ten-horse warrior!”
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly as he shouted.
He acted like a grim reaper, squashing those who stood in his way like bugs.
He was shaking with fear.
He realized that even if he were to wake up from the dead, he would not be able to defeat Buunsul and his men.
“Why…… are the Ten Warriors getting involved in this fight!”
Dokmujeong screamed at the top of his lungs, driven by evil.
“The Ten Doors do not encroach on each other! Are you not also members of the Ten Magi?”
“There are no more ten horsemen.”
Smiling coldly, Bu Eunsul looked straight at Duke Mu Zheng and pointed to the black sword tied around her waist.
“Because they’re all romantics with the same letterhead.”
“What bullshit.”
“It’s probably not worth doing.”
Bu Eun-sul said with a smile.
“You can just kill them.”
Dokmujeong’s face grew hollow.
Those weren’t his own words to Boo-eun-sul just a moment ago.
“He’s really trying to do it.
He sensed that Bu Eun-sul was sincerely trying to wipe them out.
“Is this what it comes down to?”
Dok Mu Zheng shook his head with a bitter expression.
This bout is inevitable, and defeat, or death, is the only option.
For a man who has spent his entire life in the shadow of a powerful man, it’s hard to put into words how he feels.
“This has nothing to do with this performance.”
As if to salvage the last of his dignity, he said.
“I just helped him out a little bit because of his connection to the Raptor.”
Buunsul didn’t answer.
In the first place, the Infernal Blood Castle doesn’t like Dong Pyo Seolang.
If it weren’t for that atmosphere, a tycoon like Dok Mu-jung would never have taken up the fight.
“Myocenosis. The Yuyun Dragon.”
Drawing his sword, Bu Eunsul spoke up.
“I’ll take care of the author. You guys handle the bloodsuckers.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. Swollen tongue.”
Yu Yunlong shouted in annoyance at Myotianwu’s silent departure.
But his body was clutching the white horseshoe, dutifully following Boonsun’s orders.
Boom!
It all started with the first attack by Yu Yunlong.
The white horses became two flashes of light, piercing the left and right sides of the bloodsuckers, splitting their ranks left and right.
Pow!
A fog-like tension spread through them. It was Miao Tianwu’s seal of death.
“Yum.”
“Ugh.”
Groans of pain escaped the mouths of the dozens of masters who dodged or blocked the stretching tension and whips.
Every time a whip or tension grazed the skin, a terrifying internal force pierced the skin and seeped into the veins.
“Yuck!”
“Crack!”
The groaning eventually turned into a wailing scream.
Myotian Wu and Yu Yunlong have always seen each other as foes, and they have repeatedly fought each other in real-life battles.
Familiarity with each other’s tricks allowed us to guess the number of seconds that would be poured out, and the sum was a natural fit.
It’s like they’ve been honing their ligature for years.
Cloth of Armor.
Their offense had been a masterstroke, swarming the bloodsuckers like rats in poison and then wiping them out.
“Let’s get started.”
Growl.
Bu Eunseol stepped forward and slowly drew her martial arts sword.
“Give it your all.”
But that’s weird.
Unlike his usual behavior, Bu Eun-sul was holding the sword in reverse and his stance was very low.
Shit!
After closing the distance in an instant, Bu Eunsul condensed her sword spirit into a short burst of sword herbs.
From a distance, it looks like a dagger being held and extended.
“Mr. Confucius.”
As he watched, Black Mark let out an exclamation of excitement.
He realized that Bu Eun-sul was giving him a more complete demonstration of his dagger skills.
“Big.”
After losing the initiative so quickly, Dokmujeong quickly tried to play the Heavenly Reading.
But just as he was about to release the slightest bit of pressure, the blade slid out and wrapped around his wrist.
Time and time again, he tried to retreat back and unleash his heavenly reading, but Bu Eun-sul didn’t give him a chance.
It was like showing a black mark how to use a dagger at ultra-close range.
“Great!”
Unable to find any loopholes, Dokmujeong pushed harder and harder.
At the same time, a dull glow emanated from his hand.
Poisoned Spear. A sharp, poisoned blade designed to halt the attack of the Frostbite.
Scoop!
But Bu Eun-sul quickly sliced through the poison steel,
“You’re caught!”
The Dictator called out to him, and a fog of poison began to spread from his entire body.
In fact, the lecture was a trick.
The moment Bu Eun-sul cuts it down, the purifying power of the Heavenly Immortal is poured out in all directions.
“You’re doing the obvious.”
However, Bu Eun-sul has already faced off against a number of poison ball masters.
Deng Xiaoping had anticipated such tactics when he created the Poison River of poisons.
Boom!
With a low vibration, the martial sword drew a semicircle in the air, and a round sword qi enveloped Bu Yun’s body.
The watery Buddhist scene unfolded.
Saaaaah!
The poisonous fog that Poison Mu Zheng had spewed out dissipated like a molten mist as the black qi of the intense heat generator spread out in all directions.
At the same time, I could clearly see the figure of Dokmujeong, who was spewing poisonous air.
“No!”
A panicked Dokmujeong throws up his arms and tries to retreat quickly,
Flash!
With a gust of air, a beam of light poured from the hilt.
The light poured out slowly, then began to fly swiftly toward the forehead of the fleeing poisonous bird.
The inner force of the sword is so deep that the seconds of the meteor overtaking appear to accelerate in time.
Tutuk.
As the beam of light flashed past, a single drop of red blood dripped from Poisonous Brow to the floor.
Dok Mu Zheng glared at Bu Eun Seol and said in a low voice.
“In this castle…… will surely be avenged.”
Kuung.
Those were the last words spoken by the hell-blooded master, Dokmujeong, who was called Dokjung Taesan.
* * *
Feng Hovang has disappeared from the Murim.
After dealing with the poisonous poison and blood poison, Bu Eunseol immediately led his men to attack the Fenghuo Fortress.
At the hands of the four of them, Bu Eunsul, Black Mark, Myotian Wu, and Yu Yunlong, an entire sect that had long been rooted in the Panzheng Mountain was completely destroyed.
And a few days later.
Boo-eun-sul and Black Pyo walked shoulder to shoulder to visit the Cheonhye Forest.
In Black Mark’s hand, he held a wooden box containing the supply and demand of Wang Jinggang, Lord of the Wind Defense, and his son, Wang Fenggang.
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
With trembling hands, Zhang Gong accepted the necklace offered by Black Mark.
He burned incense on his daughter’s bust, which was placed in the guest house, and then carefully placed the wooden box.
“I can finally close my eyes in peace.”
Zhang Gong’s hair suddenly turned white as he spoke in a low voice of excitement.
Staggering back at the same time, Black Mark quickly steadied Longbow’s body.
“Lord Lim!”
Upon closer inspection, we see a small secret weapon embedded in the chest of the longbow.
He placed his head on the plaque, and stabbed his own heart.
“Thanks to the silver ball, …… will be able to see her daughter in the other world.”
Longbow, his mouth bleeding, grasped Black Mark’s hands tightly in his own and smiled thinly.
“……Thank you so much.”
With those words, Zhang Gong’s eyes narrowed. At the same time, his warm body turned cold.
Originally, he tried to kill himself after the death of his daughter.
But when I thought of my dead child, I couldn’t close my eyes.
In the end, Zhang Gong sold all of Tianhye Forest and bought the Nangyin people.
He left in peace, having finally gotten the revenge he wanted.
“Mr. Lim.”
Black Mark shook his head with a pained expression.
“I should have predicted that Limjoo would do this.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Bu Eun-sul said to Black Pyo with a solemn expression.
“I have fulfilled my desire…… and left without regret.”
As if to prove his point, a satisfied smile curved the corners of Zhang Gong’s mouth.
Buunsul’s eyes clouded over as he watched.
Reaching a goal can mean reaching an endpoint, or it can mean a new beginning.
He, too, was running toward a goal, and the end of it was perhaps not unlike a longbow.
“Call Nangin University and let them take care of this place.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go back then.”
Black Mark bowed his head deeply at Bu Eunseol’s words.
He finished his mission as a long-serving battle martial artist with Dongpyo Seorang.
And now she’s back by Buunsul’s side, trying to help him.