Chapter 135 No Man’s Land

Chapter 135 No Man's Land

Bunsa wondered, unclasping his hands, which he’d clasped in front of his chest in preparation for his answer.
‘No, you mean there’s a challenger? Then why is the KKK…….’
Then I saw a nervous-looking KKK member standing behind Do-yoon’s back, and I had a vague idea.
‘Were you attacked by someone? You have no fear of touching the black right wing party under this department…….’
As if that weren’t bad enough, he’s challenged a powerful being to a fight, one that occupies a seat at the Honamu Festival?
It was hard to understand at first.
It’s pretty unusual for someone to openly provoke you like this, unless it’s a formal request for silence.
I wonder if Chuck is an old hand in the losing faction…….
It’s unlikely that a man of great power would have walked here in order to organize the hierarchy.
Just then, Doyun strode out of the center gate on the other side of the sprawling garden and spoke briefly.
“You listen as you go.”
Still a cold voice.
It’s not just the voice.
An intangible prayer coursed through my body like a frostbite, giving me a chilling sense of urgency.
“Yes, Master.”
Bunsha quickly moved to follow, glancing at the Black Wu Party member beside him.
“What’s going on?”
“Yes, Confucius. That’s why…….”
Scratching the back of his head, the party member briefly explained the situation, and Bunsha’s face lit up with surprise.
Iron Currents.
My head was spinning from the three-letter statement I hadn’t even seen coming.
After the untimely death of the so-called Bai Xiaochun, the Bai Xiaochun Sword Lord, the presence of the Bai Xiaochun Sword Gate has fallen to the point where no one cares about it anymore, like a stone on the side of the road.
One.
The late index of the Baekbak Sword Gate, which is considered to be in the process of being virtually closed, appeared out of nowhere and overwhelmingly defeated the Wujing Sword, Tang Jiaogae, and the bullfighting sword, Bae Pyeong…….
“Are you sure it’s an iron trace?”
Suspicion and disbelief shine in Bunsa’s questioning eyes.
Tang Wen scratched his head repeatedly and finally answered.
“Oh…… I don’t know, he says he is, so I just assume he is.”
“I don’t see why you’d want to lie about your identity when you’re installing something so in-your-face.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking the same thing. Although he wasn’t wearing the White House’s signature uniform…….”
“What a mystery.”
Bun Xia furrowed his brow as he continued to walk behind Master Doyun, who was fluttering his indigo-colored sackcloth.
‘Even if we set aside the fact that he was reduced to a mere vegetable and was lucky enough to wake up and recover, the fact that his power soared to such an astonishing level…… Hmm, is this a coincidence?
Even if Hoo Ji-soo, who didn’t even have a proper title unlike himself, who was referred to as the Shattering Sun Sword, was given a big role, it would be absurd for him to fulfill it with his lack of talent.
But he soon cleared his mind and muttered to himself.
“I’ll know when I get there.
* * *
Two people are walking quietly down a shady forest path.
Young men with ordinary iron swords in ordinary meetings.
One was sturdy and compliant, the other was gigantic beyond sturdy, with a childlike gentleness.
They stopped walking and stood still, their eyes scanning the dirt.
“I think this is the way to go.”
“Let’s find him. He’s probably pretty tired by now, so he’s probably left another trail.”
“Is there anyone around……?”
“Whatever.”
“Okay, I’m going to take a look at the net for a second.”
“Got it.”
The two young men, speaking in whispers with their voices as low as possible, were none other than Namgung Heonlin, a man on a secret military mission of some sort.
Rustle.
Namgung Hunlin rummaged in the bottega slung over his shoulder and pulled out a large, long congee canister.
Standing beside him, Zhen Yun’s piercing eyes scanned the silent forest path with a sharpness that didn’t match his childlike features.
I’m watching closely to see if there’s some sort of shady pretense going on here.
Then.
Pong.
Namgung Hunlin pulled the stopper off the porridge bowl and walked slowly away, his hands tilting toward the floor.
Sssss…… Sssss……
A white, powdery substance follows its path and settles to the ground.
“Let’s see.
And so Namgung Hunlin rolled his eyes as he repeated the task until the white powder in the porridge bowl ran out.
A little time passes.
“Ah!
The dark brown pupils of Namgung Hunlin’s eyes suddenly widened.
You find a few very thin footprints in the dirt.
“Pleasure, here.”
“Is there?”
“Look, it’s his footprints.”
“Ho-ho.”
Zhen Heng quickly walked over to him and curled up into a big ball.
Then he pulled out the thread, measured the length and width of the tracks, and one corner of his mouth twitched up.
“Yes, I think you’re right. The turtle pattern on the bottom of the shrine is similar.”
With those words, Nangong Xunlin tilted his head and stared at the forest path ahead.
“You must be exhausted to leave such a clear trail.”
The marks left by the powdery dust were faint, but the two of them felt they were clear.
Why.
The owner of the footprints was a man who could perform extraordinary feats, making it difficult to find the traces of the party.
However, Ilshin’s Chapter is not very deep, so he has left a trail of traces that can be used as a clue to follow them here.
“Well, based on the flow of the footprints, it looks like it ran out of steam and stopped to rest for a while.”
He nodded in agreement with Namgung Heonlin’s conjecture, and then asked.
“Oh, how long do we have left? How much?”
That’s the name of the white powder now scattered on the floor, which was once a specialized military tool often used to track enemy soldiers.
“Four. You?”
“Um, me too.”
“That’s a good one.”
“Well, the gap in his trail is getting shorter, so we might be able to catch him before he uses it up, and he’s definitely headed south toward Guangdong.”
Zhen Heng shrugged, and Nan Gongxunlin’s eyes widened.
“Even if you can’t hold on to it until it’s gone, you can’t give up, because you have to find out if the person who took it was acting alone or if they were working for someone.”
There’s determination in his heavy voice.
Then.
Nangong Xunlin and Zhen Heng quickly moved their feet and began to erase the series of spirit spirits that had been scattered across the dirt.
He saw a loaded wagon approaching in the distance on the forest road.
They cleaned up the mess and walked away as if nothing had happened.
DalgraveDalgrave……
The squeal of the wheels, inching closer and closer.
When the distance between them was about a dozen paces.
“Excuse me.”
Nan Gongxunlin waved his arms lightly to stop the courtesy carriage.
Chiric.
The young man in the coachman’s seat pulled the reins to a stop, looked at his opponent, and asked.
“Yes, how may I help you?”
Next to the young man is a woman who looks about forty years old.
It was Kwok Un-bi and his mother, who were out of their element.
“Oh, and if it’s nothing else…… did you happen to see a middle-aged man on your way over, a little short and with a pretty large mole on his left cheek?”
Namgung Hunlin shuffled his feet and asked, and Gu Yunbi pointed his finger behind him.
“I think I saw someone like…… quite a while ago, keep going down this road. I think he’s headed for the spire.”
Namgung Heonlin bowed his head in recognition.
“Ah! Thank you so much.”
“By the way, I rode the wagon all the way to Yes, but if you two want to get to the peak, you’re going to have to hustle a bit more.”
“Yes, I understand, please go ahead and take a look!”
Namgung Heonlin spoke with such fullness and fullness of voice that it was frightening to hear the end of his words.
<Phew, he's probably going to stay overnight at the peak!
<Yes, before we move on to Guangdong. Huh, if this goes well, we'll do one more thing.
Meanwhile, Guo Yunbi started the carriage moving again and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.
"Wow!
He repeatedly stuck his tongue out at the sight of the two of them, now as far apart as a black dot.
'That's amazing. I can't believe you're that fast. …… You don't look much older than me.'
That's when I heard the voice of the Iron Curtain in my head.
A bandstand, that's four digits.
Smiling quietly, Guo Yunbi clutched the reins tightly and ignited the martial spirit of the horseman.
"Yeah, I'm going to train harder so that I can reach that level in the future!
* * *
The space in front of the main entrance to the Black Party.
It finally showed up.
Nampo Swordmaster Doyun, a master swordsman who is the highest ranked predator in the Hunan region among all the political factions combined…….
Directly behind him are four members of Yeh's Black Right Party and the bankruptcy prosecutor's office.
Fuzhou Doyun's disciple, Xue Shan Sun Sword Bunsha, and the middle-aged swordsmen of the first, second, and third ranks of the Breaking Mountain Hundred Swords Society.
Ho-hum.
Bam-!
The stark front door swung open, left and right, and out walked a young man in ragged clothes.
A member of the Black Party lowered his voice and said.
"Sir…… is an iron flow trail."
Then the members of the bankruptcy department, led by Doyun, each had a sharp glint in their eyes.
Bunsa paused in front of the wide-open front door, watching Chul Ryuhyeon's figure and shaking his head.
"What is it?
It was weird.
Nothing feels right.
It feels like you're dealing with an unknowing criminal.
It's the same with Doyun.
"That's interesting.
This was a first for us.
It's not easy to hide the chi in your body like that, even if you're an invincible powerhouse, but…… it's not that difficult for your opponent.
"Iron currents, right?"
When Doyun asked with a cold glint in his eye, Chu Liuhui tilted his head and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"Get out."
Shortly thereafter, about a hundred KKK members trickled out through the front gate and clustered behind Doyun's group.
The iron trail soon rested his palm on the hilt of his sword.
"It's not a long story, it's one-on-one. If the underling is wrong, the leader of the party is responsible."
Doyun's lips twisted.
"……."
It's a highly provoked reaction in the face of a fierce provocation.
Flutter.
A moment with the indigo longbow.
Goooooooo……
The air began to settle heavily around the spot where Doyun stood.
'Laugh……!
Bunsa and many others stumbled backward in Chapter's frightening momentum.
Woof, woof-, woof
The vigorous vibrations of the atmosphere represent a powerful force.
Currently, the intangible prayer flowing through Doyun's entire body was suffocatingly intimidating and domineering.
Explosive gossip and speculation.
The objects around you will begin to appear transparent and crumpled.
This is a no-go area.
I felt as if I was about to be struck by the momentum that Doyun exuded.
Suddenly, I remembered an old saying.
'That's really fancy. Just like that…….'
The former Daoist, the Lord of the Seal Gate and the head of the Hubei Sextant, the Arthropod Sword King Xiao Tianyak, had unleashed the same level of qi and speculation against him.
Although the result was a disappointing defeat, the quality of the opponent didn't diminish its reputation.
"You will pay dearly for provoking my master!
Faced with Doyun's manipulative behavior, Chuliu Hsin remained indifferent.
"Come on in and do it. Leave the rest of the bunch there."
It's like stepping inside the KKK offstage and watching the fight.
It's not a mantra.
"Stand by."
With a curt command, he stumbled along, following the inward-bound trail of iron.
Soon after.
Bang-!
The front door slammed shut under the force of Doyun's gesture, signaling the start of the battle.
Next.
Poof-!
There was a violent rumble and vibration that shook the ground, and a massive plume of air rose from beyond the gates.
Followed by.
Kaaaaaaaang-!
An ear-splitting roar echoed through the air.
You see the rubble of a gutted building falling dizzily into the air.
"No, Master has already created a polarized air force cutter……!
Bunsa realized what she had just felt.
This is one of the last of the four ceremonies of the Breaking Mountain Sword Ritual, a discipline of the shamanic discipline of the Shaman, whose name means to break a mountain.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Bunsa's face is now as white as a sheet as the building inside crumbles under the weight of a continuous barrage of explosions.
"Oh my God, I can't believe……!
It's getting louder and louder with each sound.
The aura of the opponent's iron flow trail, not Master Doyun.
It was ridiculous.
It's an air power that surpasses and overwhelms the martial arts level of Doyun, the famous Hunan Five Festivals…….
Then.
Kwaaaaang – Kwaaaaang – Kwaaaaang – !
After a series of ear-piercing roars, there was a death-like silence.
Gulp.
You can hear someone's dry heaves clearly.
Immediately after.
Whirrrrrr, whirrrrr……
The walls, including the main gate, cannot withstand the cumulative impact and collapse like a sandcastle washed away by the waves.
Same, same, same……
A cloud of dust obscures Zhong Yin's view.
Inyoung walked slowly out of the room, as if he were a grown man.
When they saw what was happening, Bunsa and the others were stunned and fascinated.
Doyun's body is skewered on the blade of the Red Sword, held at an angle by the iron streaks.
Then Bunsa saw.
No.
Seen.
An illusion superimposed as a background behind the opponent's back.
Huge, majestic mountains.
An enormous sword, like one wielded by a celestial giant, sits vertically in the center of it…….
The halting Chu Liuhui swung his Red Sword, and Doyun's body was ripped out and thrown to the ground beside him.
Thump – fluff.
Then an emotionless, impassive voice reached the middle man's ear.
"Is there anyone else who's going to jump me?"
But not even the faintest gasp of breath escaped from his gut, let alone an answer.
* * *
Same time.
On a high cliff to the east of Chumjoo, a swordsman, a bamboo-ribbed man, appeared silently.
Just as he was when he destroyed the Martial Sword and slaughtered the Four Gongyuns.
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 136 (136 of 552)