Chapter 140

Hwang Bo-gyeom, who could barely keep his head above the fist that was rushing toward him, had to feel a little nervous about what he was facing.
Kwaang!
A flying shadow flies past Hwang’s side and pins him to the wall.
……I said it was a rainstorm.
Kwao!
……Namgunggal.
People with names that even Hwang Bo-gyeom remembered are lying on the ground, dead or alive.
The lifelessness did not make the spectacle any less simple or light. The intensity of the bloodshed gradually increased as more and more people passed away.
Hwang Bo-gyeom was one of those who wanted to participate. But he was surprised twice.
It was surprising that it broke my expectations and turned into a dog fight.
Kwaang! Zzzzzzzzzz.
The clashing blades, the thundering thunderbolts, and the sword that pushed the young man away without even a hint of retreat.
It was the Sword King An Baek.
At the same time, the shadow behind the young man was slashing at him in a killing motion. The aura enveloped by the two daggers was not light at all.
Did I say black tiger? Whatever.
The eyes of the man who claimed to serve the young man were filled with listening, not living.
Yes, a dog fight, followed by a group of self-proclaimed political party members openly attacking a young man.
“……if you talk like that again.”
I see.
The man with ten mouths to feed was Huang Bo-gyeom of the Walled City. He was the one who had once tried everything to kill An Baek and Nan Gongban.
It can’t be a memory. It’s not a good memory.
It can’t be a correction. Instead, he sees the members of the Wall Guard who have given their loyalty to Huang Bao Family and have turned to dust.
They’ll probably be trapped in the ring of Eunwon forever.
So.
Kwak.
A fierce energy gathers in his fists.
He flies over and sees the black tiger’s empty spot in the beautiful tree.
Hoohoohooh! Kwakwakwakwaka!
He began to unleash a wall power sphere of deadly strikes.
The energy from his two fists exploding with thunderous wall power enveloped his entire body, and at the same time, Huang Bo Geng’s new form crashed into the young man’s nose.
Even though his body was unformed, these fists were filled with sincerity. This should be enough to impress the young man.
I apologize to the members of the Walled City, but this would settle the matter.
Or, at least, it was supposed to.
“Slow.”
I remembered. That’s what Huang Bo Gyum said when he first met the young man.
The young man’s sword had a terrifying crackle at the tip, the power of the wall.
It was like the flesh of a peach with its skin peeled off, and when his bare fist touched the young man, it didn’t strike a blow.
“You’re not healed yet, I hope this isn’t the end. Let him heal some more.”
Damn.
Instead of hearing the young man’s arrogant tone, Huang Bo Gyum felt the sword force against his abdomen and was sent flying into the distance.
Damn it.
When did the distance become so great?
I’m Huang Bo Gyeom of the Five Great Powers, the Wall Power Region.
He was a powerhouse among the powerhouses recognized by the mighty.
In his dying eyes, he could see the young man, the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, the Iron Blood Sword King An Baek, and Ho Tae-do Pangak, rushing toward the Southern Palace.
Faced with two absolute masters, he felt the young man’s smile, unflinching, and realized.
“It’s not me anymore, it’s you.”
A wall to overcome.
* * *
Day by day, Mu Kuo Dai got used to it. The unblemished purity of the extreme yang and the crystal-clear transparency of the extreme yin blended together.
His explosive power is even greater, and his calmness and stability are superior to those of the other gods.
Cha-kaang!
The moment Nam Gung-hyuk’s Emperor Invincible Sword steel met the tingling sensation, the thunderbolt blade of the Thunder Emperor Divine Sword met it with a refreshing sensation.
Namgung Hyuk’s blade,
The blade of the Emperor Invincible Sword Steel, which was filled with enlightenment, shattered into pieces.
The Third Formula of the Immortal Sword Method,
Black Tooth.
A reddish aura engulfed the Thunder King Divine Sword and stretched greedily toward my shadow, never ceasing its appetite.
I unleashed the Heavenly Wind Divine Technique. I pushed off the ground and slashed through the air three times.
Quadruple.
My senses reawakened as I saw the spot where I had stood engulfed in red light. There was only one person who could unleash the same energy as I was now, wholeheartedly.
“They’re here!”
The thunderous shout, unarmed, was as good as Fang Xiang’s Wu Hodan Gate, but it was nothing compared to the power of the thief who was said to be on par with Wu Nanxiong.
The behemoth-like figure roared and bared its fangs at me. At the same time, it leaped high and wide, slicing through the air and crashing down on me with its massive body.
Staying in the air, my only option was to face it.
Crunch!
The thundercloud falls. The spear dragon in the thundercloud’s reflection bursts into flames.
Kaaaaaaaah!
The Five Tiger Danmundo, the slaughtering ceremony.
Pingxin Houtanse.
It was Pang Hyang’s last meal. This is probably what is meant by the phrase, “differentiating the ark. The sixth attack of Wu Hodan Mundo that I witnessed would have been impossible for me to endure if it weren’t for the Wu Fei Dai Yan Xin Gong.
I collided with the killer’s front foot as it struck directly at my body.
The burst of light and the shockwave that spread out in all directions made me struggle to stay centered.
At the same time, countless lines obscured my surroundings.
It was grain.
Grains of hostility, aimed at me, hurtling toward me.
Boom!
I slashed my sword at the first weak line, and it broke, sending the sword flying into the distance with a painful impact.
Seeing them approaching, I whirled around, stretched out my legs, and kicked them with a simple kick.
Just because you have a lot of power doesn’t mean you can just spray all your attacks with power.
No frills,
and not just empty pomp,
it is better to be practical.
I awakened my sense of battlefield swordsmanship. In a fight this nasty, being the underdog is not without its dangers. Many had been stabbed by the blind sword of the weak, and many had died by arrowheads they didn’t care about.
This was a battlefield now.
Namgung and Donghwi, who had been kicked, quickly got back up and charged.
Above them, Pangak’s shots rang out.
On the left, the sword of the aunt.
On the right, Dong-hwi and Namgung-daemyung’s passing skill.
Behind them, Black Tiger’s sneak attack looks for an opening.
In front of them, Namgung Hyuk gritted his teeth and stretched out his Imperial Invincible Sword River and Namgung Gal’s Speargun Invincible Sword. The two familiar, yet fierce auras contained evil venom.
Approaching me at the same time and displaying a swordplay that sent chills down my spine was none other than my master, Elder Namgung Yeol. He was no match for the two of them, An Baek and Fang Gak. His sword was so great that it was called the Sword Throne, and sometimes I had to shake myself when faced with it.
“Why are you so surprised by this old man’s sword?”
Several times, my tingling senses were awakened, and my body was cut with countless wounds.
I hoped it wouldn’t be just a fluke. For seven days and nights, I sharpened myself.
It was better to sharpen myself like this than to rest. As always.
* * *
“Tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow is the final, so why are you pushing yourself so hard?”
There is a warmth in her voice. It’s in her tone, in her eyes.
Maybe that’s why.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I felt an unnecessary hint of irritation creep into my voice.
“Ban-ah.”
“Don’t say that. When did you call me so warmly, and now you’re doing this?”
The southern half of this life? No.
This is the South Palace Wall of my previous life.
I had to fight my way through the battlefield alone. When I was only twenty years old, I had to grit my teeth and endure all sorts of insults and misunderstandings to protect my mother and defend myself.
Tang Miyan was the problem.
Mo Yongye-ri was the problem.
Mrs. Poon was the problem.
And then there was Namgung Hyuk, Namgung Gali, and Namgung Dog.
The monkfish quarrels that arose from them may have been gnawed away.
“If Gaju. At least you shouldn’t have done that, since you’re the lord of the clan and the leader of all the people.”
I never told anyone about my resentment.
Not even to Anbaek and Nan Gongyue, the two people who trusted and supported me the most, had I ever unraveled this thread of emotion.
I thought I’d forgotten about it, but whenever I look at Namgung Mubai in front of me, the resentment that lies dormant in my heart rises to the surface.
And I conclude. I realized that I needed a process to release these feelings and resentments.
I turned to Namgung Mu Baek, who was looking at me without saying a word.
“Take the sword.”
The small ripples in his expression and eyes, combined with my determination and will, resulted in the appearance of the five men guarding him.
“Grand Duke, what……!”
“Even if you’re the Grand Duke, you still have to be polite to the patriarch.”
Pyo-young and Pyo-il.
I knew it early on, but all of the Wugong watermen are amazing.
He glanced at the familiar face of Yun Gang and the two people standing behind him. Mo Yun and Fayum.
He sent a provocative glance at the five of them. If it wasn’t Jia Zhu, I would have to take my anger out on the five of them.
If only that could appease my anger now.
If I could comfort my poor mother’s soul in my previous life.
I would gladly do so.
As I was thinking this, Yun Gang stepped forward and spoke.
“Grand Duke, the patriarch made the choice he did to protect all of the family, including you, and…….”
“Yun Gang, that’s enough. Enough.”
It was Namgung Mu Bai who cut him off.
He grunted.
“I will do my best.”
Nangong Mu Baek was the first to declare.
He said he would do his best.
I looked at him and vowed to do my best as well. I’ll pour out everything I have and cry my heart out.
Maybe this is what I have been living for.
So here I am, in this moment.
Thrumming.
I was going to give it my all.
From the beginning, I would put my whole heart and soul into my sword.
The Great Extended Sword, and the Emperor Sword.
Koo-koo-koo-koo!
Countless sword shapes formed around me, and a sword path rose up. The tips of the swords pulsated.
Pounding.
The seeds that bloomed from the tip of the sword enveloped me, and the energy hovered around me.
The sword gradually rose to the size of a greatsword.
A sword devoid of killing intent, but full of intent.
By showing it to you, I will cut through all the time that has passed.
My heart is pounding.
And in front of me.
A shadow that looks bigger than my emperor’s sword, even bigger than my emperor’s sword.
It is the sword I saw when I faced King Bai Guang of the Green Forest. The true Emperor’s Sword was in front of me.
The momentum that threatens to tear my body apart at a moment’s notice, the chains of energy that creep up on me like I can’t lift a finger.
The path of the sword that I had set up disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and the sword of the Southern Palace stretched out before him. The sword path he had lived his life on.
He looks at you as if to ask if you still want to try.
Boom!
He boldly thrusts out his sword. I did it without hesitation to clear the past and move forward with my future.