Chapter 181

Momentum,
means the appearance or state of extending energy.
And right now, the political factions are.
has good momentum.
It’s like saying they’re in a good flow.
The move that Baekyeonja played was a move,
it was a move that created a reversal, and it was the beginning of the beginning.
For one side, it was an inspiration, and for the other side, it was a scare.
Like frogs who feel at home in their own home and flee at the ripples created by a pebble thrown at them.
The slightest change in the game’s behavior can cause the same side to gain momentum and pressure the opponent.
Especially when,
Wedge!
Kwajik! Kwajik!
The memorization and stabbing of the spells flew. With a strong poisonous flavor at the end.
The beginning of Sichuan Danga is poison, and the end is memorization.
The opponent who faces the two will see hell.
Piiit! Whirrrrrrr.
Tadadadadad!
The memorization sticks to the ground. Seeing this, the entire Mazoku Clan laughs in disbelief.
“I thought you were going to show me how great you are, but you don’t have a hawk’s head.”
His voice is mocking,
“……!”
Undaunted, the woman shoots out a rain of memorizations, a number that surprises him, and Ilso’s trident spins overhead.
Ting! Ting-ting-ting-ting!
It’s called the Full Sky Rain.
So much rain in one day,
there must be a way to escape.
Yixiao’s spinning creates a gust of air, and the waters of the Yangtze River rise like a gale, stopping the torrential downpour.
But.
“Ho ho ho.”
“……You crazy X.”
Yi Xiao’s expression was distorted. The Ten Thousand Hua Wu’s memorization of numbers is as large as its words. If you counted the invisible details, it would be hundreds to thousands.
“Ho ho ho ho. I see you still have the strength to speak.”
The reason for his cursing wasn’t because of the woman’s ungainly, crude arm technique. It was just that he could feel his skin burning as the spinning strokes and memorization flashed past, and he sensed something was wrong.
And kindly, she opened her mouth to tell me.
“Do you know what it is?”
After a moment of pondering and memorization, she said.
“You’ve heard of the Eight Great Poisons,” she said, ”the Eight Great Poisons, and it’s quite painful to be struck by them.”
These were eight poisons that even the second-ranked person in the Zhongyuan would have been afraid of. In particular, Tang Miyan spoke of the Zao Bunsheng.
It is called Zhao, not yin and yang, because it is called the lymphatic and poisonous veins, and it is the mind that literally burns those lymphatic and poisonous veins.
The names of the Eight Great Poisons were all as evil as the Jiao Bunshi, and Tang Miyan poured out all of the Eight Great Poisons in her bosom, all of them, at a single person.
“……!”
Il Cao also had some knowledge of the Eight Great Poisons. It was the perfect poison to die without making a sound in a middle-ranked powerhouse.
But.
“The Eight Great Poisons are not like that. The moment it touches your flesh.”
Tang Miyan’s expression became very serious.
Xin Sen Lung, your entire body will be paralyzed,
Hemispheric Blood Plasma, your blood circulation will slow down,
Zao Bunshi (Ziwu Burning Heart), all the veins will be burned,
It will stir up the dantian, scattering the inner qi; Shanglin Nam Ying, the pain of cutting off every part of the five organs; and Seven Steps to the Soul. Bitter pain, as if the soul would be blown away with every step, Five Poisons of Death. A mixture of poisons that drain you of life.
There are poisons that drag down even the souls of the dead and the flying spirits.
How can this not be called the Eight Great Poisons?
Thump! Thump, thump.
Tang Miyan put down the barrel in her hand.
When Yi Shou saw it, his face contorted once again.
What’s so terrifying about the Sichuan Tang Family?
Extreme discipline? No.
Memorization? No.
Unlike other martial artists who devote their lives to the study of other arts, martial artists of the Tang Family deal with poison and memorization regardless of their level.
Of course, the more advanced you are, the better you’ll be at handling them.
Like me, who fell to the ground.
…King of Heaven Syringe?
“I recognize it.”
This was because there were many organ devices like the Heavenly Needle Tong, and even if one’s strength and physical body were not perfect, just knowing how to use them would give one great power.
He said.
“Poisonous flowers.”
“Hmph.”
Wasn’t she once called Poisonous Flower, a woman of great fame in the Martial Realm?
Furthermore,
Chirrrrrrrrrr.
When Ilso tries to approach, she’s blocked by a blade that’s so swift, so fast, and so colorful it’s almost invisible.
The Nanshi Wind Sword Method.
It was Amifa’s unseasonal season.
And she, the elder of the Amifa, was fighting with her demonic flames burning brightly.
“You two.”
In this place where there was no need to be polite, the words spewed from the mouth of the Mazoku True Spirit.
“You think you can stop me with a sword? What can you four Xs do after memorizing and studying?”
Boom!
The trident of Ilso clashed with the willowy, curving blade of the sword.
The first eclipse.
A wave of destruction.
Countless spears from the trident swam like a school of fish in the waves, wiping out the willows.
The will of Yi Xiao was manifested in that one move.
In a single blow, he shattered the swordsmen.
He cut through the chaotic censors and stabbed the bhikkhu’s dagger.
I’ll defeat the bastards who use poison and memorization in one fell swoop.
And then I’ll throw them to the horny raiders.
Kwajik! Kwazik!
Filled with rage,
His emotions were already boiling over as he snorted violently.
A stirring of emotions.
A ripple of emotion.
Unleashing emotions on nothingness usually has negative consequences. It’s inevitable that the more emotion that flows out, the more disorganized it becomes. Of course, there are times when anger can be channeled into great power if it is channeled into the tip of a sword.
Like the exorcism of a demonic spirit.
“Stupid, I’m not like the shaman’s slow blade. You X’s!”
Tsk!
Ilso’s trident shattered the sword circle in front of him, crushing it in one fell swoop.
His anger was so intense that his power and concentration were all in one place.
And the trident stretched out toward Isaacsinni’s dagger.
“Die!”
Whoosh!
Isaac Xinni gritted his teeth and tried to draw his own sword, which had been knocked away, but he knew it was too late.
There was no way around it.
No matter how much he forgave himself, he could not defeat him one-on-one. He’d realized that many times.
And then.
“……!”
Ilso’s trident stood still in front of Isaac Cinnie’s dagger.
A threat.
Or a last ditch effort.
No, it wasn’t any of those things.
The beads of sweat that trickled down Ilso’s contorted face told him that something had changed.
Isaac Sinnie was no fool, and he saw the gradual blueness of his face.
“Poison, poison, you.”
“Phew, I guess the poison is finally kicking in. You’re persistent.”
A sigh of relief burst out of Tang Miyan’s mouth.
As far as she knew, the Eight Great Poisons were capable of defeating even an absolute master in a single bound.
Moreover, Tang Miyan was a woman who could be called a poison master, so she had mixed the Eight Great Poisons in the right proportions in the Ten Thousand Flowers.
Even a small bite from Ilso could have such a dramatic effect.
“What, did it stop?”
Tang Miyan shakes her head at Isaac Xinyi’s words.
“He must have felt the poison, and was using his inner ball to prevent himself from being poisoned.”
Tang Miyan couldn’t help but be amazed.
He had gathered all the poisons in the world and poisoned them, and he had barely survived.
“It would have been even more dangerous if it weren’t for his hasty nature.”
Isaac Xinyi nodded. He was excited, angry, and his emotions were running high.
The more heated he became, the faster his blood would turn and circulate, forcing him to focus on the intense energy rushing to his heart.
And finally.
A single drop of dew fell from the corner of Isakshini’s eye, and her sword moved decisively.
“Off, off…… ah, no!”
His scream barely escaped.
Clang, clang, clang.
Isakshinni’s blade sliced, and sliced, and sliced, and sliced, and sliced.
A ghastly sound, and the blade’s edge was filled with Ilso’s hot blood.
Isakshini’s bloodshot eyes, the dew running down his cheeks, the incongruous movements of his blade.
The enemy who had destroyed his sect.
The enemy who had killed his master.
And the one who killed his executioner.
He cut off the head of the Celestial Wizard.
Sg……g……g.
Bubbles burst out of Ilso’s mouth.
“I’d rather die cleanly, kill…… kill…… kill…….”
I can’t believe I’m dying this way.
It was not worthy of the honor of being a masochist.
Pow! Pow!
But it didn’t matter. He grabbed the memorization that was scattered all over his body and stabbed it again and again.
The poison still lingered at the tip,
the pain would only multiply.
“You like honor.”
Tang Miyan’s memorization was aimed at a spot that Ilso had never thought of.
Poof!
“When you go to the afterlife, you’ll tell everyone that I’m an orphan. Do you understand?”
“Turn it off, turn it off…….”
Boom!
It was Ilso, dying in agony to the very end.
Tuuk, degurrrr.
The severed head rolled on the dirt. But no one picks it up.
They had already given everything they had to the point of exhaustion.
Shuffle.
* * *
“You’re losing a lot of money …….”
Boom!
The great power contained in the Unworldly Sword instantly created a space and crushed the head of the master in front of her.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
Sparks fly in all directions from the friction. The sword of the opposing martial artist slowly falls from his hand.
“I don’t …… understand, what happens to the minds of the martial artists of the True Sect when they reach that age.”
Jiang Jianglong King Gu Man looked truly incomprehensible.
He was also a wise man. He had already realized that the star Hye Yeon had lost. It was only then that his reaction began to change.
His sword was no longer directed at Gu Man, but at others. A sword aimed at others rather than himself.
Gu Man couldn’t understand this behavior.
There must be something more important than his own life. What good would it do after death? The fame he’d built up would become a bubble, and the level of martial prowess he’d cultivated would be lost to the depths of the Yangtze River, forgotten by all.
“Tsk. What can I say to a guy with a gill for a head?”
Gu Man’s expression frowned.
“How’s your thigh? You cut it big enough to see the bone.”
“None of your business.”
Wounds.
The wounds of a berserker are nothing more than raw wounds.
They have fought ignorantly, and they have fought ignorantly.
You’ve fought so hard that you’re not living under the name of Kwangseung.
More importantly, Hye-yeon’s suggestion changed his mindset.
Paryang is facing an established player,
Dang In-lang and Jong Ri-hyup, and Hae Gu-yeon, who are struggling even together.
Kwang-seung’s gaze falls on the others.
“I must live, you bastard. I’ll live to enjoy a long life and take care of my children, not die stupidly like you. What would the Zheng Clan be without me?”
Ah, yes.
And I am the one who is the martial artist.
He was a man who didn’t spit out the last word.