Ghost Face - Chapter 299



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Chapter 75. Who Dare to See Ghosts? (3)

Biho stepped on the wind chime and swung his sword. The blue light was shining brightly, and the cicadas were chirping.

Then, Nakilgeom retreated like flowing water, and slashed and swept away the sword. Since Biho had suddenly raised his momentum so strongly, he intended to subdue it without forcing himself to counter it. That was why his sword was like a powerfully flowing river.

That’s how the sword and the sword came together.

Window. Window. Window. Window. Window-

As Biho was unable to land a valid strike, a change occurred on his thirtieth strike of the fourth step.

In an instant, the cold wind turned into a shower and beat against the surface of the river, causing the waves to ripple violently, splitting and scattering repeatedly.

Then, the Nakilgeom’s sword also changed. The tip of the sword spun around, and from it, endless circles were created, repelling all the pouring raindrops.

It was the famous Taegeuk sword.

Biho’s eyes became bloodshot.

‘The changes made with Yong-i are so easily destroyed? Okay. I’ll admit it. But what about the changes that will occur at the end? If you can stop that… it’s your victory!’

So it was when Biho reached the eighth step and the sixtieth stroke of the sword. It was the moment when he was concentrating on the final change that would occur after the remaining three strokes, the overlapping of water and fog that would bloom as the raindrops that had been pounding on the lake evaporated all at once.

… … !

The eyes of the sunset sword were calm.

Then, Biho suddenly had doubts. Could his last move really break that immobility?

***

I was confused as to whether this was really a feeling or if I was just overwhelmed and confused by the other person’s momentum.

In addition, there were practical problems that were now difficult to stop.

Right now, I was unilaterally charging forward, but this was a double-edged sword, so from the moment the attack ended, I had to deal with the Sunset Sword’s offensive. However, due to the nature of the island battle, my internal energy was greatly consumed, and I had now overlapped it three times. So even if I continued to defend, my internal energy would soon run out.

In other words, if the offensive stopped here, defeat was certain.

So even if I had an ominous feeling, I had to grit my teeth and push forward. It was all the same whether I died this way or that way.

If it were original, that is.

At that crossroads, Biho’s comrades came into view. So, the situation he saw was…

***

Ah-hu was surprisingly doing well, having welcomed Hyun-Bing-Ok-Su.

Although he couldn’t say that he had achieved great success, Ah-hu was able to escape like a loach by using his ingenious and strange techniques against the persistently pursuing Hyun-Bing-Ok-Su’s long swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

The fact that this was possible was largely due to Ah-hu having already experienced Gongsun Xuewan’s sword twice, and being quite familiar with the techniques of the North Sea Ice Palace.

So the fight between these two lacked the intensity of swords clashing with swords. However, the verbal exchange between them was fierce and bloody.

First, the old witch shouted something scary like, “I’ll pull out your dick by the roots and appease my dead disciple’s desire!” No matter what desire she was trying to appease, it was a sound that would make any man shiver. Then the young thief retorted, “Have you ever seen such a lecherous old hag? No matter how desperate you are, you covet the things your disciple enjoyed? You really have no shame.”

So the witch chased after her, screaming, and the young thief ran away naked, still chasing and whining.

“Oh my, Grandma. If you reveal it so openly, the respectable men of the Central Plains will be disgusted.”

It was a good move. Ah-hu seemed to have exploited the weakness of his hot-tempered opponent.

The old man of Shandong fought fiercely as expected when he encountered the Jang An Il Geum Ma Shik. Since he was rough and crude by nature, it was difficult for him to handle the changes and speed of the sophisticated Ma Shik sword. However, he pushed forward with his characteristic fighting spirit.

I’ll give you the small cuts you deserve.

This wasn’t a bad strategy against Jang-an Jeilgeom, because the more momentum he had, the more his sword became imposing.

Moreover, since Hyungwoo-saeng would occasionally help out, it ended up being the old man from Shandong who was pushing him forward. From Masik’s perspective, Hyungwoo-saeng’s stone-throwing was also burdensome.

Unfortunately, the wall-crawler was out of power. This was because he poured everything into one move.

I had said from the beginning that I would build a wall. It would have been different five or six years ago, but my body was already too old and worn out to be able to fight. However, I had promised that I would deal with just one person who was pointed out, and that was Hongmiwonwang.

In fact, even though the wall did not say anything, even that one move was a desperate move that cost his life. Cheong-woo, the disciple, knew this from the beginning, and even so, he was unable to stop his master, so he was always in a state of despair.

Jin Ga-yong, she had absorbed as many as six naturalizations, so the battle was filled with ghosts. So she was launching a barrage of attacks against Lee Yang-jo, whose power was greatly reduced.

***

‘In a fight with three total locations, I’m at a disadvantage in one location but can hold out for a while, in another location I’m on par or have a slight advantage, and in the last location I have an overwhelming advantage. But my side… tsk. In the end, it’s a fight about whether I fall first or whether Yong-i falls first?’

Biho smiled bitterly. It was because he somehow felt that he had reached a disadvantageous conclusion. However, the bitter smile on his lips soon disappeared, and a firm determination appeared in his eyes.

Let us not fear death.

For everyone’s victory!

The next moment, Biho stopped his forward steps and cut off the sixtieth sword strike with his wrist. Then he stepped back. In the end, he gave up on the last move he had prepared. He chose the option that would definitely buy time.

Then, as Biho had expected, the Sunset Sword struck as if it had been waiting for it.

As the Sunset Sword advanced, Bobo turned his wrist and the sword point that had been drawing a circle with its long sword suddenly flew out like a smooth whip.

Shh.

This unorthodox move was difficult to predict and could even be fatal.

Yes, Biho quickly crossed the two swords. Two swords with one light stroke, it was a losing proposition, but what could he do?

window.

Then, damn it, from then on, the black sword started to flutter around like a live fish and started targeting Biho’s vital points all over his body. It seemed like he was going to have fun with this method and get his fill of it.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

What on earth is this bizarre martial art?

It was the Wudangpa’s Yojigeom (繞指劍). With magnificent power, the tip of the sword was bent and then bounced off, drawing an unpredictable trajectory. By doing so, it was a technique that made it impossible for the opponent to predict.

Window. Window. Window. Window. Window… … .

Biho was helpless against the confusing swordsmanship. All he could do was swing his sword like crazy.

Thus, Biho’s internal energy slowly drained away, and he was still wounded in three places in just six steps. This was because he had been having fun with the Nakilgeom stabbing him in between the critical points while blocking them.

Biho had not expected to be able to withstand the Baekchosik in the first place. However, this felt like a sand castle that was being swept away by the waves and crumbled helplessly. That was how much of a sense of emptiness I felt.

‘Fuck, should I have just hit him earlier, whether I live or die?’

That was the moment.

As if sensing Biho’s wavering heart, Nakilgeom suddenly flew up through the air as if he were stepping on a ladder of clouds and passed Biho. Then he turned around and hit the back of Biho’s neck.

It was the first recipe called Punggeukmok (風克木) of the Five Element Sword, following Jeunjong (梯雲縱).

… … !

Biho was in a hurry to get off and rolled on the floor. Then Nakilgeom leisurely jumped down from the cloud ladder in the air and stabbed Biho with his sword.

It was a one-sided affair.

Yes, the sunset sword stabbed him and blurted out a thoughtless word.

“It’s the end.”

At that critical moment, as if by magic, an iron fist flew in. Hyungwoo Saeng’s eyes were watching the entire battle.

Nakilgeom frowned and took back the sword he had been stabbing with. Then, the ironsmith was cut in two like a piece of paper.

But thanks to that, Biho, whose life was saved, got up with a start, and his spine was so tingly. He came to his senses and cleared away all the vague, lingering thoughts. Then, with his eyes wide open, he focused only on taking a sip of breath.

Just one sip.

And if by any chance you survive, another sip.

In that way, Biho wanted to be faithful only to this moment of existence. He promised to live like that.

… … .

The Nakilgeom Yukjamun did not look down on his opponents, but he did not value them either. He did not look down on others, but he did not look at them with pity either. He tried to set aside personal feelings and simply accept things as they are. He thought that was the mindset that a swordsman should have.

The reason I’m telling you this story is because it was a rare moment for him to suddenly feel this way.

‘What a pity. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a great talent, and I have to cut off its bud with my sword… … .’

Biho held out for ten seconds after that. It may have been a short time, but considering that his opponent was the Nakilgeom, it was surprising. In this world of martial arts, he held out for ten seconds despite his determination? That was proof that he knew how to handle a sword. Of course, two more iron balls flew in and interrupted his swordsmanship, but considering his age, it was amazing.

How much?

It was so much so that Nakilgeom hesitated for a moment. Leaving that moment of regret behind, Nakilgeom raised his sword vertically. Biho was already struggling to stand, let alone resist, and was trembling, but his eyes were still alive. He liked that, and so he wanted to finish him off with a proper blow as a courtesy.

That was when.

The ghostly cry that Biho had been waiting for shook the Yeonman Plain.

***

The sound was so complex and subtle that it was difficult to describe.

If you listened to it one way, it sounded like the sobbing of a woman who was filled with resentment. If you listened to it another way, it sounded like the hearty laughter of a proud man. And if you listened to it another way, it sounded like the howling of a non-existent beast.

***

Jin Ga-yong wanted to die while hugging his mask. He didn’t mean that revenge was futile or anything like that. He just wanted to die as a human being and in a humane manner, even if he had to die.

But that didn’t work either.

There were many twists and turns, and his own will was involved in the process, but perhaps even that was part of the mask’s arrangement. Looking back now, that’s what I thought.

In the name of fate, he was falling into a swamp that was destined from the beginning.

That’s why Jin Ga-yong reacted so sensitively.

‘The mask called the ghost and the turtle shell?’

Does the author even know what he just said? So Jin Ga-yong cut off Lee Yang-jo’s annoying left arm and grabbed his neck while asking again.

“Why did you, who knew so well, crawl out? You knew that the mask was calling, but didn’t you know what would happen to you if you actually met it?”

“I am…….”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t know. You’re a moth to a flame. That’s your use and your cruel fate as a swindler.”

Thud.

Jin Ga-yong broke Lee Yang-jo’s neck and stabbed his chest with his sword. Lee Yang-jo seemed to have more to say, but he did not listen. Instead, he consoled the deceased by saying, “I don’t have a supervisor either. Thanks to those people, I don’t even have that much left.”

And Jin Ga-yong walked slowly and stood in front of Ho Yeon-sang’s severed head.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

Exactly… Exactly… … .

Hoyeonsang’s head was pretending to be dead, but his eyes were tightly shut, and his teeth were chattering in unbearable fear. He was still alive, just like Namok the other day, with only his neck remaining. I didn’t know if it was right to call him Hoyeonsang.

It didn’t matter anyway. It didn’t mean anything to Jin Ga-yong.

So I just stepped on it.

Crunch.

As Hoyeonsang’s head was crushed, ash-colored smoke flowed out, and Jin Ga-yong absorbed this as well. Phusss… … .

So Jin Ga-yong gathered all the treasures of the Three Treasures.

***

The true successor of the Three Treasures was born. It was the second coming after a hundred years.

Although it was still in its imperfect form, this was a problem that time would eventually solve.

how?

From then on, those who were possessed by the turtle shell and the turtle water would continue to come and fill it up.

The turtle shell is a form of providing ghost energy, and the ghost water is a form of teaching interesting techniques.

So, the owner of the mask didn’t necessarily need to know the difference between the ghost and the turtle shell. The original purpose of those two was to summon ghosts and have those ghosts lead the humans they had chosen as their hosts to go to the owner of the mask on their own feet.

That was the king of ghosts, the ghost-eating ghost, the mask!

***

So what must have been Jin Ga-yong’s state of mind? He looked up at the sky that had become cloudy and now dark and burst into laughter.

You guys have finally dragged me out of this world. Well, if you really want to see me, then do it!

Jin Ga-yong moved again.

Woof woof~ Boom!

Just then, lightning struck the sky and raindrops began to fall one by one.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Episode 300