Chapter 138

“This is ridiculous.”
“I wonder if what I’m seeing is an illusion.”
“How can there be such a faint hint of frost on his whole body?”
“…….”
The Iron Blood Sword King An Baek’s words caused both Ho Tie and Fang Gak to click their tongues. The creature that had appeared in the center of everyone’s attention made Fang Gak and An Baek laugh in vain.
“Talent, talent, talent. He sings, and it is indeed the talent of the heavens.”
“Day by day…….”
Huang Bozhong of the Five Great Realms, Qin Tian Realm, shook his head in disbelief.
“Zhu Hu, did you really think this far ahead?”
“Of course not. I knew it would come to this, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon.”
At the words of Zhuge Liang, Zhuge Liang realized that he was a celestial,
the dissolution of the kinks.
Spear Dragon Exodus.
Thunder Dragon Ascension.
The three phrases were perhaps an understatement.
“I’m a flying bastard, are you sure?”
“Hmph, who cares. He lives for my good taste. Of course I’ll defeat him.”
This was Qixing of Kunlun and Guangsheng of Qingcheng. Looking at the grumbling fighter, Qixing smiled and spun around unarmed.
“I’ll use my mind. Eing, eing.”
“What!”
“Even if you did say that, you were looking out for his safety anyway.”
“…….”
Kwangseung remained silent, as if his hidden thoughts had been revealed, and avoided Gisheng’s gaze.
“Namuamitabha.”
The monk repeated the incantation several times as he watched the young scribe with half-open eyes. Nothing in recent years had shaken him like this.
“Head monk. You have been summoned.”
It was Gakmun, the head of the Eighteen Nahans. It was the same Gakmun who had shared his hand with Namgungban earlier.
“I thought you were hiding your strength.”
He was probably asking about Namgungban’s strength in an unarmed confrontation. As he pondered how to answer, he said what he wanted to say, not what he thought the chamberlain wanted to hear.
“I don’t think I’m hiding my power, even if it is limited to my hands.”
“Against ……you?”
“From what you’ve seen, sir, his potential has already been assessed as limitless.”
“Go ahead. Namuamitabha.”
“……grown up.”
The new monk, Hye-yeon, the head of the Shaolin Temple, met Gak-moon’s gaze clearly. Seeing the gaze of the Buddha Light Auxiliary in his gaze, he swallowed hard and began to speak.
“You are better than I ever saw you in K’un-Lun, and you are more solid and stronger in the present than when we met unarmed. I can feel it. That’s all I can say, having seen it from the side.”
* * *
Kuwahaha!
Despite the passing of the grouse after the grouse, they were unable to strike Mo Yongyan at all. The power of the grasped duodenum was just as brutal as the power of the grasped dantian.
However, I perceived it.
Kwarrrrr! Kwalung! Thud!
The thunder dragon flashed and disappeared, devouring the returning thunder tiger and thunder bird. It’s true that the phenomenon of epilepsy is not unusual. His hair slowly rose into the air.
Every time I saw it, I had to question it. His electrification is stirring in the grain. And I had to feel that his thoughts, feelings, and unfolding history were out of the ordinary.
To be a martial artist is not much different from being numb to killing.
It’s not about right and wrong.
To draw a line between you and me.
Maybe it’s the criteria to justify killing.
So it can be said that becoming a martial artist is the path to becoming a madman. I was also on the path to becoming a madman.
Incomplete emotions.
An immature mind.
That’s what a martial artist is.
A political party that is not necessarily right, but stands for goodness and justice, is based on focusing on controlling imperfect emotions and building a tower of immature minds.
This was mainly the case with the Gufilebang, which was based on Taoism and Buddhism,
and the Sixth Dynasty Sega, which is based on family and loyalty.
But.
“Everything about you is unstable.”
The guy in front of you is not in control of himself. Having gained the eyes to see the grain that should have been obtained by crossing the death line, and the hands to move the grain by merely practicing and forcibly injecting martial arts, the mind and body that should be controlled are unstable.
And that led to emotions.
“……Unstable. Those eyes that still seem to look down on me, how unlucky, how unlucky.”
Mo Yongyan’s face was red and flushed, and at the same time, instead of being carefree, I showed my emotions in full force. I was convinced by the way her sleeves fluttered several times.
“Du Zhensheng is a martial artist to ruin you, nothing more, nothing less.”
“Bullshit!”
I said, stating the obvious. I could see Mo Yongyan through the grain in my eyes. It wasn’t just his aura, but the state of his mind.
The grains of his body trembled as if struck by a thunderbolt, and then calmed down.
Kwaang! Kwao!
“It’s no use! No matter how many times you strike, no matter how many times you strike!”
After a few thunderbolts, and facing the thunderbolts that were aimed at his point of origin, he continued to unfurl his doujutsu, and I was once again convinced.
Each time it unfolded, its image distorted, its seemingly unsteady resolve deepening.
The redness in his eyes grew deeper and deeper, and his fluctuating emotions became more and more unstable.
“Wahahahahaha! See, you’re not worth the trouble. You’re not worthy of your offense!”
So I decided to match his strengths and weaknesses, for I had no doubt that this would be his strategy.
The tip of my sword glinted against the grain. The last drops of light from the sunset on the western mountains glistened in the rust-colored aura, mingling with the blue. As everyone watched in admiration, I thrust out my sword without restraint.
It was a spear sword. It was a move that utilized the Martial Great Stretching Technique.
Huwaaaaah!
Mo Yongyan flapped her sleeves once again as the spear energy filled her unarmed body. With each fluttering motion, the spear energy seems to be sucked into his grasp.
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
The unarmored bottoms of the polearms creaked and cracked. They cracked in an instant that was unbelievably fast for something made of celadon. A shockwave formed at the same time and flew towards me.
I thrust my sword at the shockwave. I aimed to split it into lightning bolts.
Spear Bowless Sword Technique, Ritual.
Lunar Lightning Power Wall.
As soon as the sunset faded, a wall of brain energy rose up like the light of the moon, dissipating all shockwaves and merely deflecting the oncoming attacks.
I realized his change early, and I knew.
“Stop.”
If he stops now, his life will be spared, but I can keep him alive. His head shot up to the sky, a sign that his body wasn’t holding up.
“Kick. If you’re afraid, say you’re afraid. I already know that your thunderbolts are worthless.”
The giggling scratched my ears. At the same time, his flesh began to creak as his veins popped and fluttered with each swish of his sleeves, but he continued to walk as if he didn’t feel it.
“I told you, this martial art is the strongest. I will make the princess my own, and not just any princess. I will make her my own, not a great name. Yes, yes.”
He looked around him, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, wondering what was so satisfying. The people around him looked on in awe and fear at his distorted form.
Mo Yongyan smiled with satisfaction, as if he saw it as worship and approval of him. Then she glanced over at the monkey troupe and their leader, Huang Tianhu.
“I’ll take them all.”
“Stop it now! You’re destroying yourself!”
I shouted in haste. No more thunderbolts, no more feasts of rumbling blue sword steel, I just hoped he wouldn’t try to push his strength any further.
But.
“Inoueom, don’t be silly. Are you afraid, are you afraid, do you feel as if all you are is nothing, for I have rendered all your attacks useless.”
The frivolous manner in which he had spoken was now imitating a stern voice, as if he were an emperor, and I saw at the same time that the dais was crumbling. I saw the cord shattering.
Like dust that scatters at a very slow pace, the cord was slowly scattering in the wind, blurring like dandelion seeds.
I walked toward him. He thrust his sword at me, the tip of the blade sharp, but the energy that lingered at the tip of the blade was not dielectric.
“…….”
I couldn’t pierce his thick skin. If the energy contained in the sharp tip of the sword was properly energized, it shouldn’t have been able to pierce even the thinnest skin.
Mo Yongyan finally realized that something was wrong.
“Why is this…….”
“I can see why the martial art called Du Zhen Sheng was never practiced. It’s a martial art that’s only worth half a dime.”
“What, what!”
“It is a mystical thing that can make you dream for a moment.”
I grabbed the tip of his extended sword and slowly closed the distance.
Mo Yongyan, who was pushed back by my light footsteps, shouted that it was impossible, but it was no use.
“Mo Yongyun has been deluded by the false power of Du Zhen Sheng, and you must no longer dream in vain.”
His eyes shook countless times as he understood my meaning. It moved as if an earthquake had struck, and it fell in a ridiculous heap on its ass. Struggling to get out of the radius of my stride, it tried to fall unarmed to the ground below.
Tumble,
Pulling him to his feet, I reached for the heart of the crumbling monolith. It was his stomach.
“Oh, no……!”
“Live as a criminal, contribute to the Mo Yong family, contribute to the political faction. This is the price I pay for freeing you from your vain dreams and delusions.”
Poof!
His new weapon fluttered like an energized carp, but my unconcerned grip snapped the short circuit on the spot. Mo Yongyan’s new weapon fluttered a few times before it finally went limp.