Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Boom.
Splitting the sky and striking down from thin air.
The shape of a sword with a fresh green color that seems to be green all year round.
A crackling thunderbolt enveloped the sword, casting it in front of him.
These two hands, these two arms, were trained to mash steel into tofu and split rock into five parts.
The five fingers, tempered with extreme poison and extreme sound, snapped and shot out like a zither, and struck out against the thunderbolt sword.
“How can you master the art of martial arts and argue with nothingness?”
The poisonous and extreme sound aura vanished in an instant. Asrai vanished like dust.
Faced with the sword of the Southern Palace, the loss of the heavenly king was indescribable.
“It’s impossible to cross the void with a remnant, so I hope that the next time I see it, I’ll have a new realization.”
Faced with a sword from the Southern Palace, and a swordsman who was renowned for his mastery of the sword, Ye Gong did not believe it. No, he didn’t.
Remembering the indescribable feeling of exaltation, accomplishment, and exhilaration he’d felt when he’d first mastered the Choice Heart, he spoke to Qing Shui as if he deserved it.
He’d come here to prove himself to Zhang Wen, and he’d proven it.
But guess what?
It was miserable. Wretched. A sense of humiliation overwhelmed his entire body.
She shuddered with the shame and humiliation that tightened from her toes.
“Please, …… go away.”
The Southern Palace swordsman smiled and sheathed his sword in the scabbard in front of him. As if there was no point in fighting anymore.
Snap.
The swordsman in front of him was talking as if he had already won. It was humiliating once again.
So.
He wanted to warn the approaching man that he hadn’t lost.
It was just.
Just a little short.
The fulfillment of the deepest heart. It was felt as a lack of it. He felt that his heart lacked the extreme poison and extreme yin and yang that it could contain.
It was only 8 stars. However, if he could reach the Great Star, he would surely be able to defeat this man.
So, catching him off guard, he struck the Southern Palace’s swordsman with his heart. It was stupid. No one said the fight was decided, and he was talking to himself.
And with that, and a promise to make him regret it, he fled to the North Sea, leaving the fallen South Palace warrior behind.
I’m sure he did.
The eyes of the Southern Palace swordsman in front of him.
The swordsman of the Southern Palace, with the sword of lightning projected in front of him.
He appeared.
* * *
How.
How could he appear in front of me again.
It was definitely a heart strike. I could feel it with my senses. Not only was the energy of the Supreme Heart infiltrated, but the shock that went to the heart the moment it touched my palm made me think that it would never happen.
“Yes, how are you still alive…….”
Seeing my figure slowly approaching with my back to the Thunder Dragon, Ye Gong looked like he had seen a ghost.
I had only one answer.
“Fine.”
I unleashed a barrage of thunderbolts in all directions. I watched as he jerked his arm back in panic as the bolt pierced the wrist he was about to extend toward the old man.
Not to be outdone, a wide bolt of lightning struck his other arm. He had to channel his energy into the sizzling short circuit. The Thunderclan’s energy roared. It seemed to will itself to split the creature’s skull open at any moment.
In that moment, she lost her grip on the other Symani’s throat. As he watched the younger Simmani gasp for air, he realized his error and quickly reached out again. There is a difference between having a hostage and not having one.
One.
Dig in! Kwaang!
“The martial art you’ve spent your life practicing is indeed the same.”
Seeing him react, I used my thunderbolt to reveal myself in front of Yeogon. The sight of my thunderbolt-dropping self made his temples tingle and his brow furrow.
“You ……fool, you really think you can defeat me, child.”
“Of course.”
“You arrogant bastard, have you forgotten how you were defeated earlier, and I will kindly remind you.”
He reached out to me, not to Simani, but directly to me, and the poisonous smoke enveloped me in a cloud.
It’s clear.
I recognize it.
The difference between him and the priest, Sangtak.
The aura that enveloped me like a thick mist was a denser poisonous smoke that was incomparably stronger than his.
At the same time, the speed at which he was imprisoning me was also extremely fast. The poisonous smoke emanating from his heart enveloped me, and at that moment, the corners of his mouth twisted.
But.
I turned to face him and smiled. Bared my teeth.
My relaxed reaction forced him to contort his expression as if he hadn’t laughed in a long time, and he sprayed poisonous smoke everywhere.
“You’re a slow learner, you should have realized that I’m standing here.”
The flowing poisonous smoke crackled in the air and began to burn away. The thunderbolt, stuck to the wick, burned away the tiny molecules and particles in the air, unforgiving.
Burning, burning, burning!
The unseen aura caused Yeogon to back away in horror. At the same time, the thunderbolt aura threatened him, exploding with thunderous force.
He quickly retreated backwards, urgently trying to block the blow. As he watched the hostages fleeing, I could see what he was thinking.
“You can’t believe it,” I said, ”but what can I do, this is just another new path I’ve come to realize, all thanks to you.”
He wouldn’t understand, but I was proud to say it.
I didn’t back down in the face of the most powerful magus in the world.
Because the countless bead sweats gathered under the name of Namgung have become a unified force.
Just like the intuitive and objective content of the Thunderclap, which was given to me by the elder Nangong Yue.
Some people give up their enlightenment for posterity.
while others pass on the profound knowledge they have spent their lives cultivating.
That’s why the name Namgung can be so prestigious, the result of being enriched at the same time as everyone else.
It’s a marker for new people to follow in the footsteps of those who have taken on the name.
It is not limited to the category of talent that some people say, and it is not trapped by the arrogance of self-power.
Because I was vigilant enough to realize that I am not alone, that I am not my own power.
I am in front of me,
I was able to confront a madman in Qingcheng who had mastered that martial art.
So this one won’t understand. Why, after only a few sijin, I could face him at his very core and not back down.
“The martial arts you’ve mastered are not martial arts at all. They are merely crude energies isolated by poison and yin.”
The tip of the sword crackles with energy. This was the Heavenly Thunder Power Qi that had been perfectly merged into the Spearmaster’s Sword.
It was the culmination of all his previous lives,
and the foundation of my martial arts, cultivated by the people I met in this life.
For the past six years, I have cultivated it without a day’s rest.
It was only when I came to this place, to the North Sea, to face the Master of the Deepest Heart, that I realized the profound understanding that my master, Namgung Yeol, had left me.
I will use this to punish the master in front of me.
“For the evil you have done to Namgung, and.”
Additionally.
“For your mockery of the Northern Sea.”
“For the dazzling white light of the immanent Thunder King.
The piercing blue light of the unleashed Spearmaster.
The Thunder King, its thunderclaws bared.
The Spearless Sword Technique, the ultimate formula.
The Flying Thunderbolt.
Kwajik, kwajik!
Clearer than the lakes of the North Sea.
More brilliant than the snowy mountains.
The roads of Yogon are filled with thunder. We were quickly crushed. As her son-in-law stood on the darkened iceberg, she gritted her teeth and crossed her arms in frustration.
Ten waves of black aura met the waves of thunderbolts, even though he already looked like he had lost his mind due to his robes being torn into a thousand pieces by the thunderbolts.
Kwajangchangchang!
A part of the iceberg cracked open, and the snowy mountain it covered shook as if an avalanche was about to break out at any moment.
“……profit!”
When poisonous smoke is generated, thunderbolts burn.
If the extreme yin aura was unleashed, the thunder powerhouse would be unable to approach.
Furthermore, it would cut off all energy,
That’s the Thunder Dragon’s self-defense armor he wears.
“……You’ve gotten a lucky break.”
Otherwise, a young man who had barely crossed the line would not be able to face his own heart’s desire. I shook my head at that.
“Don’t look at it that way. This is no joke.”
That’s what my brother-in-law Hwang Tianho used to say.
“Coincidences lead to fate.
It’s the result of fate that has brought us here, and the fact that he’s given up all the fate he’s built up to get here is only the seed of misfortune germinating in me.
And now I must bring down the mace of condemnation upon this man who is possessed.
The moment I raised my sword, the tip of the iceberg slowly crumbled away, unable to cope with the texture of the white, thunderous snow. His new form tilted and shifted. Some of the ice creaked, and its upper body, unable to withstand the pressure of the thunderbolt, slowly tilted forward. His crossed arms were buried in the snow by the thunderbolt’s energy.
Quadruple!
I didn’t stop at that.
Spearless Sword Technique, Jay Style.
Thunderbolt Ikegun.
The energy of the Heavenly Thunder Powerful Qi that had been residing in the dantian gathered in unison, and an uneasy noise slowly opened the radiance gathered at the tip of the sword. In the next moment, a blinding flurry of light poured through the air, and a single intense energy pierced through the heart of the glacier, viciously targeting someone. It was the will of the iceberg, a sweeping energy that would extinguish everything that breathed on it.
I must regain the freedom of the North Sea.
And to cut the tangled web of evil with the Southern Palace.
Never again would I disregard the name of the party and the White Dao, emphasizing only the logic of force.
It was a strong condemnation to someone.
* * *
“Hmph, hmph.”
There was someone coughing up blood amidst the layers of snow that had fallen, and it was Black Tiger. The silent darkness of the snow and the white snowy landscape seemed to draw a contrasting picture of Black Lake and Korea and Japan.
Looking at the black-clad man who seemed to have been born in the silence and darkness, the eyes of Han Il-sang and Han Il-sang were briefly colored with confusion. What makes him want to fight so badly?
This man was enough to change his perception of Jung Won. However, it shouldn’t lead to pity, or even compassion. He pushed the useless emotions to the depths of his heart and cupped his white palms around the ice ball.
Black Lake looked at the energy and smiled self-helpfully.
Despite my best efforts, it’s not easy.
He felt even more guilty as he looked at Donghui and Kang Wumen, who had collapsed beside him.
Like the Grand Duke and An Daehyeop, I wanted to protect someone.
Summoning up every ounce of energy he had, Black Ho looked at the two white-knuckled hands and realized that it was indeed not easy.
“That’s enough. …… Thanks to you, I’ve gotten a glimpse of the Zhongyuan people’s skill. One Beihai is one Beihai’s business. In your next life, don’t do this kind of mischief.”
The moment Han Il-sang said that, Bing Baizhuang’s temper rose to its peak.
“Ilya.”
“……!”
A familiar voice that shouldn’t be heard pierced Han Il-sang’s eardrums.
“……Il-sang, don’t you realize that it’s you who needs to stop, not them?”
Come on.
Why is the voice of someone who should be locked up in an ice cage being heard here?
Where I was wondering.
“…… What is this.”
Han Tae-moon, the Bing Tian Grand Emperor, the Bing Tian Sword Master, Bing Tian Sword Bupyeong, and the other members of the Bing Tian Sword Team, as well as the other members of the Bing Tian Sword Team, stood there. As they stared at each other in silence, Han Tae-moon was looking away from them, somewhere beyond them.
Even in this situation, he was looking at someone other than himself.
Who is he?
The moment he saw that place, he gritted his teeth.
Bingbaek’s aura, which was standing on both hands of the Korean-Japanese statue, disappeared everywhere.
“……It’s over.”
North Koreans, hundreds of North Koreans.
They were standing behind the man known as Black Ho, looking at him as they braved the harsh blizzard.