The Party Will Not Fall - Chapter 17



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Dang Feixian sat on a chair and looked at the cabin.

The neatly organized interior was equipped with furniture such as a desk and even a bed.

There was nothing around the box lying next to the door.

There was a pile of kindling in the corner inside the hut.

It seemed like Mo Yong-gyo didn’t even want to leave behind the fact that she had made a retreat here.

Dang Bi-hyeon opened the box, took the wooden box, and looked out the window.

A branch extending from a large tree outside obstructed the view through the window.

But Tang Feixian didn’t care.

Rather, the focus was only on tree branches instead of the scenery where Hubei’s urban area meets nature.

How many times have I looked at you in such an unmoving position?

The tree branches shook.

“A guest has arrived.”

Dang Bi-hyeon held the wooden box with both hands.

Soon, he expressed his strong will and began to pour in his energy.

Then the hem of his attire shook.

Even though it was inside the cabin, a strong wind blew.

Coo coo coo coo coo.

The entire mountain pulsated.

* * *

There were no passers-by near the mountain today again.

There was nothing around and it wasn’t a road leading to another area, so no one would come by.

Mo Yong-gyo stared clearly at the border of Hwan-hwan-myeong extinction.

This lineup is not a normal lineup.

In addition to the fantastic illusion of the formation itself, it even gradually changes its form on its own.

It was extremely annoying to have to catch the slightest distortion caused by that rule every time before I could step inside.

Sabagsabag.

Mo Yong Bridge entered the mountain.

Now this too was the last.

Tomorrow, Cheonradan plans to put the box in the gap between the boxes that will be moved.

As long as you safely move to the Murim Alliance, there is no need to maintain Hwanhwanmyeongmyeoljin anymore.

Mo Yong-gyo shyly stroked my flushed cheek.

When you hand over your new recruit, you will be able to see the ruler of Cheonglimbu.

As I thought about the upcoming meeting, it seemed as if all the anger that had accumulated due to Tang Fei-hyeon’s tailings was being washed away.

She headed to the top of the mountain to retrieve a box containing information in advance.

It was then.

Ssssssss—!

“What is this…?” ?”

The flow of energy swirled with dynamism.

My vision flickered between darkness and light.

My eyes stung.

Mo Yong-gyo covered his eyes with his hands and looked down at the floor.

Ssssssss─.

Moyonggyo was not moving at all, but the floor was turning into a slippery slope.

Hwanhwanmyeongmyeoljin does not change form so quickly.

As long as someone doesn’t mess with it.

Mo Yong-gyo, overcome with an eerie sense of anxiety, drew his sword and advanced.

He was clearly going uphill, but the tree behind him blocked his path.

“shit!”

Finally, the blinking subsided.

Mo Yong-gyo calmly closed his eyes to replenish his moisture and raised his head.

My son-in-law was completely different from before.

She walked slowly, carrying out the ceremony of receiving the light of the Twelve Light Flames, the feast of the Moyong family.

‘Is it Dang Bi-hyeon? You broke through Hwanhwanmyeonmyeonjinjin? how?’

Mo Yong-gyo, who was in confusion, had no choice but to follow the solution he had memorized.

My sense of direction was already messed up.

Even if you go back the way you came, a completely new path appears.

In fact, the solution is useless as long as the lineup is arbitrarily reversed.

In the end, Mo Yong-gyo had no choice but to admit that he was no different from a rat in a poison.

She pointed her sword and moved.

Not long after wandering the mountain, Mo Yong-gyo heard the sound of footsteps wandering around.

Crack.

The sound of footsteps stopped for a moment due to the sound of stepping on a tree branch.

I continued walking as if I didn’t care.

Mo Yong-gyo gritted his teeth.

It was clear why he didn’t hide his footsteps.

Moyonggyo cannot see him, but he sees Moyonggyo.

Even though I ran towards the sound of footsteps, it was like I was being played by an auditory hallucination created by Hwanhwanmyeongmyeoljin.

At one point, her intuition was sharp and she got on her nerves.

Wedge!

He quickly turned around and swung his sword.

Cough!

The bamboo sword filled with energy aimed at Mo Yong-gyo’s neck, but her sword skills had the upper hand.

Dang Bi-hyeon opened his mouth.

“Moyonggyo.”

“Is it there!”

Mo Yong-gyo unleashed the Twelve Flames of Light in the air.

I tried to cut down the Tang Feixian hidden behind the hallucination, but there was nothing to begin with.

Just as Mo Yong-gyo couldn’t find Dang Bi-hyeon’s location no matter how much he talked, he couldn’t find him by the sound of his footsteps.

“The party has come to ask for your sins.”

“Tsk tsk.”

Mo Yong-gyo showed an unexpected reaction.

Tang Feixian stared at her back with a gaze like the cold snow of the north wind.

Because of our attitude of considering surprise attacks from the rear, we could not jump in right away.

At that time, Mo Yong-gyo clicked his tongue.

“I would have been safe if I had hidden my identity and just leisurely farmed in the countryside. “You are inviting disaster upon yourself.”

Dang Bi-hyeon, who ignored her words, continued to throw insults at her.

Kang! Kagang!

Mo Yong-gyo responded by turning his back and attacked Dang Bi-hyeon.

Tang Feixian stepped back slightly and took the sword from his belt.

He threw a flying weapon that contained no air power at all.

Shhh!

The sound came from behind, but Bido was actually in front.

Bamboo rain flying between the eyes.

Mo Yong-gyo served the vegetarian meal prepared by him.

The third ceremony of the Twelve Light Flames, the Flame Ascension.

When cut from below, the passage splits in half.

It was cut exactly in half, as if it had been cut on a cutting board, and was still facing Moyong Bridge.

Dang Bi-hyeon slightly raised the corners of his mouth and hid his presence in the formation.

Green onions!

Mo Yong-gyo, who defended himself with a strong self-defense technique, distorted his expression.

She noticed it too.

Dang Bi-hyeon deliberately did not use his strength.

‘Do you remember the swordsmanship I used when I was caught following you the other day?’

Contrary to its violent name, the Gwangyeom Twelve Style requires moderate movements.

That characteristic was exploited against him.

If the aerodynamic forces collided with each other, they would have bounced to the side upon impact, but when I cut them down unilaterally, they flew right in front of me without any resistance.

That’s why I unleashed my self-defense skills.

The consumption of air power was not small.

“Dang Bi-hyeon! “Are you going to act like a coward?”

Dang Bi-hyeon remained silent.

The sound of footsteps changing positions all the time disturbed Mo Yong-gyo’s mind.

Damn Hwanhwanmyeongmyeoljin kept trying to deceive her.

I felt rotten somewhere.

Phew.

Mo Yong-gyo, who was taking a step back, stepped on something.

Despite the unpleasant feeling, she couldn’t look down.

The sound of footsteps never stops.

As a warrior, Mo Yong-gyo learned how to control his mind from a young age.

I trained myself not to fall for the enemy’s provocation and to remain calm even when death approaches.

A real crisis has arrived for her.

No matter how dangerous it was, in the end, it was fundamentally different from when it was training.

Without even realizing it, my breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.

She took a few more steps back and confirmed the identity of what she had stepped on.

“… shit.”

It was a squirrel that died after being trapped in a camp.

Just as Mo Yong-gyo’s eyebrows trembled as he adjusted his grip on his sword, a commendation came flying from the side.

Starting with one, then two.

After two, four.

As the bamboo stars flew indiscriminately, Mo Yong-gyo actually felt at ease.

‘There it is.’

His red eyes glowed fiercely and he struck down the throwing star.

Dang Fei-hyeon, who saw this, silently threw another commendation.

Ta-da-da-da-dan!

The commendation bounced away with a cheerful sound.

Dang Bi-hyeon turned around and got down on one knee.

When the attack stopped, Mo Yong-gyo, who thought it was time for a counterattack, stepped forward.

The boundary between the area where you can’t see Dangbihyeon and the area where you can see it.

It was the moment she crossed that boundary.

Wedge!

The balance of Moyong Bridge, which had avoided the bamboo road, was lost.

Unlike the throwing stars that flew at her upper body, this memorization was aimed at her shins.

Realizing that he was in trouble, Mo Yong-gyo took action.

The image of the second raincoat on her retina instantly grew larger.

The second raincoat, whose orbit was strangely distorted, soared from bottom to top, aiming for her chin.

Paang!

The second self-defense technique.

At the same time, Mo Yong-gyo, who had regained his balance by touching the floor, finally faced Dang Bi-hyeon.

“Dang Bi-hyeon, you are finally showing yourself.”

Self-defense is a difficult technique in many ways.

It consumes so much air power that it is standard to use it when gaining a clear advantage in a short fight.

Mo Yong-gyo, who showed off his self-defense twice briefly, was clearly not in the best condition.

Hehehe.

The sound of the wind tickled my ears.

The writing was visible behind Dang Bi-hyeon, who was holding a proper iron memorization instrument in both hands.

Written on a small piece of paper, the sentence is innocent.

It was tied to a bamboo string and stuck in a tree.

It was a short declaration by Dang Bi-hyeon that he would end it here.

The standoff didn’t last long.

Whoops!

It started with Mo Yong-gyo’s fast approach.

She gave a variation to the Twelve Light Flames and spread powerful sword energy.

Dang Bi-hyeon avoided the sword with a low posture.

‘Gotcha!’

Mo Yong-gyo swung his sword sideways.

The reaction was slow due to the loss of vision caused by lowering the posture, fundamentally due to the difference in level.

Awesome!

But her sword split the air.

Dang Fei-hyeon was about two feet further behind than was visible to the eye.

The Hwanhwanmyeongmyeoljin under his control deceived Mo Yonggyo’s five senses.

Wedge!

Dang Bi-hyeon threw the bido in his hand.

Mo Yong-gyo broke into a cold sweat when he heard that sound coming from the opposite direction.

When he slightly twisted the tip of his sword to throw away the sword, another sword hit Mo Yong-gyo’s knee.

“Turn it off?!”

It’s not enough to emit sound from a completely different direction, but you’ve eliminated the sound altogether?

Rain was pinned down without even having time to defend himself.

Mo Yong-gyo became desperate.

visor! visor! visor! visor!

Before he knew it, he was swinging his sword left and right towards Tang Bihyeon, who had already drawn his sword.

‘Originally, I should have stepped forward with this leg, but… !’

It was difficult because I couldn’t use my knees.

She showed her wit.

All elements of herbivory were reversed.

The sword’s techniques began to blend in as it advanced towards the end of the Twelve Light Flames.

Okay!

Dang Bi-hyeon also started to get hurt.

There was only one level difference between the peak and the super peak, but that one level was the gap between heaven and earth.

Dang Bi-hyeon also gritted his teeth and swung his sword.

Red sword energy rose like fire from Mo Yong-gyo’s sword.

The season of the Moyong family radiated hot energy.

However, like a hunter chasing a rabbit, a thoroughly calculated sword approach chills the opponent.

Mo Yong-gyo drew the final ceremony of the Gwangyeom Twelve Ceremony.

‘Gwangyeomseompa!’

At that moment, the pain rising from his knee struck Mo Yong-gyo’s mind.

She bit her lower lip and lost consciousness for a moment.

However, the light wave attack was successful.

The fierce energy emitted from the straight thrust turned into rippling flames and struck the front.

Quad deud deuk!

As the power of Moyong Bridge swept away, the thick trees could not withstand and fell down.

Cooung. Cooung.

Mo Yong-gyo came back to his senses and took a deep breath.

Before I could even check what happened to Dang Bi-hyeon, my knees reached their limit.

She flopped down.

“haha.”

Sabagsabag.

Mo Yong-gyo froze.

Jump and jump.

The approaching footsteps stopped behind her.

Mo Yong-gyo swung his sword behind his back.

Cheaeng!

There was no way that the sword I swung while sitting would have the right amount of force.

Dang Feixian stuck the sword in her arm.

“Turn it off… .”

Mo Yong-gyo’s face turned infinitely red as he tried to hold back his screams.

Tears flowed from her angry eyes.

He was asking with his eyes how he had avoided the light-flame wave.

Dang Feixian pulled the sword from her arm.

He fumbled with the back of his belt and revealed an object.

It was a wooden box.

“Flickering and disappearing… ?”

“With this, I completely turned your senses upside down at the last moment. As a result, you struck the final blow in the wrong place.”

A trick that can only be used once.

In other words, it is a method that will definitely work once.

It was a fight you could never lose as long as you knew when to take the lead.

Mo Yong-gyo opened his eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe it.

Blood burst from my lower lip and flowed down to my chin.

The face, marred by tears and scratches, soon became distorted.

“Don’t be cocky. Even if you torture me to the end, I won’t do anything to you—”

“know.”

Sigh!

I cut my throat.

Then it cracks.

It soon falls down.

Mo Yong-gyo, who died with his eyes wide open, shed his last tears.