Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 61



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61. Bring fire (3)

As I exhaled the magic, all the pores on my skin opened and it felt like I was breathing. I felt like I was exhaling the magic and communing with nature. Of course, nature was rejecting this magic.

“You are a non-partisan disciple?”

“however?”

“There’s no way a disciple of the Shamanist faction could have such a strange and evil aura.”

“That’s a personal matter.”

“This is ridiculous.”

Moon Il-ji raised both fists and placed them on his chins. He pretended not to care, but it was clear that he was wary of my magic. Fortunately, the Demonic Cult had been destroyed for a long time, so he only felt a strange energy and did not seem to know that it was magic.

“Let’s go!”

Moon Il-ji ran towards me with a start. It was quite a distance, but it only took a moment for our faces to meet.

But now this place is under the control of magic. I can feel the movement of the door with my five senses. Right now, I move with my senses rather than my eyes.

I immediately drew my sword and slashed it at Moon Il-ji’s wrists.

“bloke!”

Moon Il-ji’s eyes shot open and his hands began to feel hot. Come to think of it, he had the nickname of Yeomhwagwisu.

“Die!”

Moon Il-ji raised his fist and struck the sword that I was cutting horizontally with. My two arms were raised to the sky, exposing all the gaps in my body.

bang!

Moon Il-ji’s fist hit my ribs. Tears welled up in the excruciating pain, and before I could even get off, I was sent flying into the alley wall. The alley wall collapsed and I rolled around several times.

“Whoa!”

Behind the collapsed wall, where the houses of the innocent people were, people screamed. But there was no time to ask for their understanding.

“It seems like you haven’t been in many fights.”

Moon Il-ji, who had become more confident after being hit once, walked forward, tilting his neck from side to side.

“What, is it a door?”

“It’s a salt ghost!”

The common people learned of the news and fled outside, abandoning their own homes.

“Is that strange energy all you have?”

I didn’t answer and tried to get up by kneeling on one knee. Then, my body staggered with a great shock. I heard Moon Il-ji’s laughter from in front of me.

“My penetrative scope has entered your body. Your body is shaking, how can you move?”

Moon Il-ji approached leisurely. I knelt on one knee and planted my sword on the ground. It was a critical situation, but somehow I found myself smiling.

“It’s definitely different.”

“what?”

“I didn’t know you could strike with your fist and then strike.”

“So. You haven’t been in many fights.”

“I’ve had a lot of sparring sessions in the Mudangpa, but I’ve never seen anyone fight like you.”

The normal sect considers weapons as their own clones. That’s why they respect not only their opponents but also their opponents’ swords. It was the apostle’s way to change the direction of an opponent’s sword by striking it with a fist. The problem was that I was not familiar with the apostle’s way, so I allowed a blow.

“You can’t even move, so stop bluffing.”

The salt-ghosted Moon Il-ji was the first real unmanned person I encountered since I first appeared in the world of martial arts. But it was strange. Was it because I had already died once, or what? For some reason, I wasn’t afraid.

“Goodbye, Hubei Shen.”

Moon Il-ji’s fist, which had come close to my feet, struck my head. If I was hit by that fist full of energy, my head would surely shatter like a watermelon.

But I couldn’t take it like that. I stood up and raised my sword. My goal was to cut Moon Il-ji’s shoulder before the fist came down.

“Huh?”

Moon Il-ji’s panicked voice was heard. The reason I had stayed still until now was to hide the fact that I could move.

Moon Il-ji quickly withdrew his fist and stepped back. An expression of incomprehension appeared on his face.

“What? How can you move when you’re injured?”

“Do you really have to not move?”

I laughed mockingly. I had felt it since Moon Il-ji’s infiltration entered me. The magic inside my body was attacking the infiltration and dissolving it. When Moon Il-ji approached, the infiltration had already been completely dispelled.

I once heard that magic is the natural enemy of all internal energy. That’s why any internal energy that invades from outside is destroyed before it even has a chance to penetrate the danjeon.

“The more I look at him, the stranger he seems. I can tell one thing.”

“What is it?”

“I’m telling you, you’re not a saint enough to be called the God of Hubei. You probably healed people to gain something.”

“Huh. That’s too much speculation.”

“A person’s energy represents that person. It doesn’t matter if that energy is shallow. That’s because it’s the internal energy method you learned. However, the way that energy moves is used to thoroughly and coldly trample on the opponent. How could someone like you be called the Hubei God?”

“Think about it yourself.”

I took it easy, but I was deeply hurt. Cheonghwa and the other Muin were all fortune tellers.

Magi told me that people were approaching from afar. It certainly seemed that when I released my Magi, my energy level improved tremendously. I could even hear people on the other side of the wall murmur. That meant that it was time to end this fight quickly.

“Can I go first this time?”

“Who said that was allowed?”

“No permission needed.”

Sigh. The elegant Cheongunbo mixed with magic energy became a secret and silent assassin’s secret technique. They say that the mind method is the mainstay of all martial arts, but it seemed that even the martial arts of a shaman were somehow distorted when used with magic energy.

I quickly went behind Moon Il-ji and swung my sword. Moon Il-ji was so surprised that he leapt forward and swung his sword.

Moon Il-ji suddenly got up from his rolling body and ran towards me. It seemed like he intuitively knew that he couldn’t give me the chance to move first. In an instant, we exchanged thirty blows, combining martial arts and swordsmanship.

“I think I’ve seen this much.”

I said. Moon Il-ji opened his eyes wide. He didn’t have the energy to answer, but he seemed surprised when I spoke to him.

“I’m talking about Sapha’s fighting style.”

The fists filled with heat were scary, but the actual martial arts were just Sa-pa’s melee. He just happened to learn some decent mind techniques and didn’t learn martial arts. Of course, that alone was enough to be threatening. However, to me who had been watching Jeongjong’s martial arts all along, it was just shallow punching.

The reason I watched was because I had allowed him to strike once. As a merchant, I would have more to fight with the Sapa people than the Jeongpa people. They said that if you keep your wits about you, you will win every battle.

“Now I will show you. The shaman’s martial arts.”

“What kind of disciple is this?”

Moon Il-ji barely managed to answer, but his eyes soon widened. The garden was covered in thick fog. The swordsmanship of the shaman sect, which allowed them to blow away the fog with their swords, was so famous that everyone knew about it.

“You, You Yun Sword Technique?”

“You have good taste.”

“No. What kind of disciple is this?”

Moon Il-ji’s shock could not continue, because soon the fog covered Moon Il-ji.

“Hey, wait a minute! Hey!”

The flustered Moon Il-ji shouted. The hazy fog that Moon Il-ji was looking at must have been so full of murderous intent that he couldn’t tell where a blade might fly from. I, too, almost suffocated under the pressure when I first encountered Cheong-hwa using the Yu-un Sword Technique.

“Surrender, surrender! You crazy bastard!”

“surrender?”

I stopped at those words just before I could cut off Moon Il-ji’s neck. Moon Il-ji immediately took off his armor and struck his lower abdomen with his fist.

“Cough.”

Blood immediately spurted out of Moon Il-ji’s mouth. It seemed to prove that he had suffered an internal injury. It was a swift and precise surrender.

“Hey, is this enough?”

“Will it work?”

I cut off Moon Il-ji’s neck.

“Kkaaaaaaah!”

Moon Il-ji rolled around and screamed as the rope wrapped around his neck. He cried and snotted out all his tears and pee in fear of death.

“Stop it, you little punk. I’m not dead.”

“Uh, uh, huh?”

The only thing I had cut was the skin on the side of my neck. The wound was more like a scratch than a cut, and blood was seeping out here and there. Moon Il-ji, who was sitting down and touching the wound, stared blankly at me.

“Let’s go and count the cost of life.”

My speech returned to the engineering style. It was natural, since I had changed from a murderer to a customer.

***

When I entered the Whiyoungdan with Moon Il-ji, people’s eyes widened.

“Yes, Lord.”

“yes?”

“The person next to him. Isn’t that the great swordsman Moon Il-ji of Yeomhwagwisu?”

“What kind of great swordsman is Heukdo? Just call him that bastard.”

“Huh, gasp!”

When it became clear that it was Moon Il-ji, everyone working at the top stopped their work and was shocked. Moon Il-ji’s visit must have been so shocking that they stopped working during their busy time.

“Hey, it’s a salt ghost.”

“But I see there’s a bloodstain around your mouth?”

“So does that mean the Lord Danju won?”

“Does that make sense? That the Master is so skilled in martial arts?”

“You are a disciple of the non-partisan group.”

“Is a lay disciple a big deal? You bastard. Anyone can become a lay disciple if you give them money.”

The sound of people talking could be heard all the way to the main room. Even though they were hiding their magic, their current level of energy was on a different level from that of ordinary people. They were probably talking without knowing that I could hear them.

I sat down on the bench and called out to Jo Chung-heon loudly.

“Haengsu. Come into the short room.”

As soon as those words fell, Jo Chung-heon opened the door. Through the crack in the door, he could see people gathered. Everyone seemed to be dying of curiosity as to why Moon Il-ji had come here.

I laughed as I looked at the journal.

“You are very famous.”

“… … They did understand a little bit in Infinity.”

“okay?”

“You’re the weird one. At that age, even a disciple of the Shamanist sect wouldn’t be able to deal with me, so how could a lay disciple defeat me?”

Moon Il-ji thought about it again and felt indignant as if it was unfair. However, when I glared at him once, Moon Il-ji lowered his head again.

Jo Chung-heon, who had just entered, stuttered as he closed the door.

“Oh, really?”

“What is it?”

“It seems that the Lord Danju has defeated the great swordsman Moon Ilji.”

“I told you, it’s not a great swordsman.”

Even though Jo Chung-heon said that he won, he still watched Moon Il-ji’s expression. It seems that Moon Il-ji’s notoriety was that high in Muhan.

“Someone like Moon Il-ji is quite popular because he mediates many of the Sapa fights. It’s hard to say he’s popular because he’s a blacksmith.”

Jo Chung-heon said. I have also felt this in my life, but not all black people are people who drink alcohol, get drunk, and break things. Most people act rationally. It is just that the path they have taken so far has led them to the black path.

“Anyway, why did you bring me here?”

“Because I have to pay a price.”

“value?”

“I saved his life.”

Jo Chung-heon looked back and forth between me and Moon Il-ji, as if he still couldn’t get used to the fact that I had defeated him.

“I’m not the kind of person who would hit someone on the back of the head and wipe their mouth after they saved their life.”

Moon Il-ji said. I nodded.

“Of course it should be like that.”

“But I hope the calculations are neat.”

“Because I’m a merchant, my accounting is always neat.”

Moon Il-ji’s expression was filled with anxiety.

“… …What are you trying to make me do?”

“What could it be?”

I laughed and rubbed my hands.

“The Black Dragon Gate Clan must be the vanguard.”