The Reincarnation of Fusion Punk - Chapter 289



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#289. The Wise Man 14

#Episode 289.

[ Even a mountain can be cut down . ]

[ Are you saying that I can master this five-form sword technique? ]

[ Yes, if you become great, you will be able to cut down even Mt. Taesan. ]

[ But what good is it when you grow old and cut down Mt. Taesan? Aren’t they just herbivores that can’t be used right away? Even with this herbivorous sword technique, if you don’t know how to use the sword energy, isn’t it just like a sword dance performed by a madman? ]

simplicity and honesty!

Who knew such a sound could come from a human skull?

Did my brain get crushed and split like a walnut?

Well, that could be the case. I thought as I was beaten.

Bam- Bam-

Certainly, when you get used to violence, you don’t think much even if your brain breaks down. So does that mean you don’t think much because your brain is broken? No. It’s probably because you’ve gotten used to getting beaten up to the point where it’s become a habit.

People are animals, and once they become accustomed to something, they have a hard time changing it. Starting with simple chopstick use, sleeping posture, sitting in the toilet, swinging a knife… Once they become accustomed to something, it is very difficult and complicated to change.

This is several times more so in the martial arts world where lives are at stake every day.

It was so bad that there was an old man with black hair who habitually peed his pants before engaging in a sword fight.

That gentleman, Chunchu, was over seventy years old.

Still, I peed my pants.

When a gentleman who knew him asked him why he kept doing that, he replied that he remembered meeting a robber on a mountain path when he was young, urinating heavily on himself and then stabbing the bandit to death with a knife. Since then, he has been fighting well only if he smells like urine.

That’s why he says he still fights habitually.

But since I was peeing so much, I asked if he wanted to fix it.

Then the old man in black clothes snickered and said that he had a habit of urinating and couldn’t get rid of it, and that he felt uncomfortable when he peed, so he replied that he would rather pee thoroughly than poop.

The habits and customs that have been ingrained in a person’s body throughout their life are so difficult to change. To the point where they even leave human dignity behind.

Habits learned at age three last until age eighty. That’s what it’s like.

The masters of the martial arts world and the magic tower in the previous life also thought similarly.

We thoroughly correct even the smallest movements and emphasize their importance. It is about establishing a foundation and framework from a young age.

Murim.

[Widen your stride by one inch. Grasp the sword with ease, but press firmly with your thumb. Get used to it so that you can wake up in the middle of the night and swing it just like you do now. Small habits will prevent your neck from falling, and that is the basics of the five-shaped sword that you will learn.]

The disciple’s sword naturally followed only the master’s teachings.

In the process, there was absolutely no trace of individuality.

However, no one in the martial arts world would argue with that fact. This is because martial arts that are usually called the best in the martial arts world are definitely not completed overnight. It takes a hundred years at the shortest, a thousand years at the longest. It is truly the ultimate meaning that countless schools of thought have continuously refined and polished.

Now, it is not something that can be dared to be touched by a beginner who has only just begun to learn the basics.

The Magic Tower of the Kingdom of Malta on the continent of Lagis was no different. At most, it was a place where even a single letter of a formula or a slight misstep in rhythm would result in a slap.

Even if a young kid says he’s a genius and stiffens his neck, the world is really big, and he can’t keep up with the experience that old people have honed throughout their lives.

So, whatever it was, just learn it well as you were told.

You will never suffer any loss if you do as your master tells you. Just swing your sword as you were taught throughout your life, learn swordsmanship, and eventually become great.

If the disciple’s five qualities are excellent, he will quickly master the sword and enter the martial arts world. He will gain experience by fighting with many people and travel the martial arts world with like-minded people, increasing his accomplishments.

If you successfully complete your studies, you will become a world-renowned master, and one day you will be able to stand in a position to see the world.

···If you achieve everything and stand alone, you will feel lonely in your later years and start taking on new and bright disciples one by one.

And then he passes on the martial arts he has honed throughout his life.

I stayed up all night, turning over the old book with trembling hands. I memorized the scriptures with tears streaming down my face, just as I had learned from my old, wrinkled teacher when I was young.

But how many years has it been since I came into the world?

Now I have people by my side who are of the same mind as me, and I have also brought in extraordinary disciples who are of the highest caliber.

Do we still have to blindly follow the teachers of the past?

Or, should I now become another’s teacher?

I don’t know, but I’ve heard that young people these days have no manners.

Today might be my last day in this life, so I decided to be spoiled and do whatever my heart desires.

Thud······

The strength in his grasp went loose.

The limbs and veins throbbed, indicating that the body had reached its limit.

And yet it moves.

What do I want to do, stepping on the shadow of the teacher that has been cast over several lives?

The crossroads of life and death. First, I swung my sword and cut off all my worries with one stroke. Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared across the hazy space.

Tsk tsk tsk-

The sound of something tearing in front.

Could it be the sound of the teacher’s heart breaking? Still, doing as I pleased made me feel relieved, but at the same time, I felt regretful. As the regrets I had held back were gone and my heart was emptied, my heavy body seemed to become a little lighter.

Hooooooooooooooo—!

In that state, as I swung the light once more, the surrounding scenery where the corpse Gonma was rushing towards me became distorted. It was not the martial arts I had built up until now, but my determination to do it my way that transformed into a sword.

yet.

【······.】

Gonma’s body, which had been rushing forward like a ray of light, stopped.

Even though the crimson veil covering his entire body was radiating a thrilling aura in all directions, Gonma stopped rushing for a split second. He looked a little surprised.

And then, I stopped too.

at that time.

Choaaaak—

Suddenly, Gonma’s chest slightly opened and blood gushed out. The blood that gushed out repeatedly soaked his feet. However, that wondrous moment passed like a brief dream, and Gonma’s angry aura gathered eerily. Before he could escape, a huge shock wave was born right in front of his nose and disappeared in an instant.

The next moment.

————!

···The whole world became as white as a snow field.

A dull pain came over me as if my eyeballs had burst. I instinctively opened my eyes and saw death looming all around me.

But I know that having died, this is closer to a mental image or a mental demon than death. However, if you hesitate here, you will surely die. There is a monster outside of every split second.

I immediately thought about the world that had turned white.

Just now—

Originally, I was supposed to deploy the first move, but it moved differently than I expected.

It wasn’t the sword that I had learned semi-forcibly.

It was something that went beyond the basic understanding or application of forensic science.

‘Five-shaped sword’

A peerless swordsmanship technique that involves five sword forms.

As I think about the situation just now and Oh Hyeong-geom, I suddenly have this thought.

One second. Exit.

This is the beginning. The end.

Three seconds. Full brightness extreme destruction.

Fourth. Immobile.

Oh, first.

From the first day onward—

These are the types of diets that can only produce great results after going through the stages of black energy and black energy. Before that, they are actually not very practical. Is it the founder’s plan to go through the stages step by step? Although I sometimes wondered about such things, I believed them without a doubt because they were the teachings that my master had given me.

But······.

Why do I have such strange questions now?

Why can’t I cut down Mt. Taisan even now?

How can I be said to have mastered the Master’s Five-Form Sword Technique?

If you master all the techniques to the fifth beginner’s level, then is that considered mastery of swordsmanship?

So from then on, will I naturally gain the power to cut Mt. Tai in half?

Oh, my.

why?

Why did I think that?

Suddenly, it felt like a huge bolt of lightning struck my head.

If you learn just five swords, you can even cut down Mt. Tai…

What is the Zhejiang Stream (浙江流) sword, a modified form of the Seongmyeongjeolgi and Ohyeonggeom, which was honed by a master from the third-rate black sword of Zhejiang Province throughout his life?

Until now, I have understood the Master’s Jeolgangryu as a separate method from the five types of the Oh Hyeong-geom.

If you can perfectly master the five types, you can even cut down Mt. Taishan. So why did the master create his own recipe and have his disciples practice it?

I would have thought so since he was a crazy madman.

When the level is low, questions that were not visible continue one after another.

Why do you do that?

Why did the master name it Zhejiangryu?

Why did you name me after Zhejiang Province and have me study under your tutelage in the old days when my teacher was nothing more than a third-rate inspector?

The established law of nothingness.

Did you create a change by breaking away from the founder’s group (martial principles)?

At some point, I even had this in mind that I would be questioning this.

When my thoughts reached that point, the cycle of thought rolled on endlessly –

At some point, I finally realized.

So simple.

“Oh, the first method doesn’t mean much to me. In the first place, if he has the power to split Mt. Tai in two no matter what kind of swordsmanship he uses… Regardless of what martial arts he has learned, he is already a transcendent being.”

I have transcended even the realm of creation and ascended to the ranks of the realm of mystery.

He has reached a level equal to or higher than that of the demons of his previous life. He is even at the level of interfering with the world’s providence. When he exerts his strength, the atmosphere of nature moves as if it were trembling. But, even if he diligently learns a single sword, will he be able to cut down Mt. Tai, which he had never been able to cut before?

No way.

What you can cut is what you can cut, and what you can’t cut is what you can’t cut.

then.

My first teacher, Gwangma.

Could it be that he gave one big goal to the mentally ill Ahae who was wandering aimlessly through the world of martial arts without any goal?

[ You are crazier than me . ]

So that someone crazier than me doesn’t harm the martial arts world even after learning them. Or so that I don’t end up collapsing on my own in the future.

The Five-Form Sword Technique is a tradition passed down from person to person, so even if the name of the sword had been changed from Five-Form Sword to Wooden Stick Sword, I would have learned and memorized it.

underneath.

Now, I am not in a position to be confined to the frame of being a mere herbivore. There is no need to insist on my brother.

Intangible. By breaking away from form, I can create my true sword.

Falling—

The realization that broke through the shell pierced through my entire body.

I found myself breaking another wall today. I passed the beginning of level 10 and broke through the middle with a strange determination that led to an epiphany.

soon.

Outside the frame of mind, the hand moves on its own.

The tip of the sword starts as a dot in the air like a brush, and the trajectory continues as a line, which soon spreads out into a huge surface.

The trajectory of the sword is ever-changing and has no set pattern.

Just follow your heart. Wherever your mind goes, the sword goes.

yet.

“······.”

A slowly returning view.

【······.】

Only then does he become aware of the corpse’s agony again.

monster.

A burning sensation filled my whole body. Whether I had been attacked or not, the countless wounds that had appeared all over my body sent sharp pain to my brain. Even though I had broken through a wall of realm, the gap that had been vague and distant was now more acutely felt.

If infection were possible, I would have become a traitor a dozen times over already.

fault!

This time, I rushed in first.

Neither the thigh nor the arm, which had been badly cut, were completely intact.

Even though I was too weak to even stand while holding the sword, I swung it with all my might. In fact, my mind was so dizzy that I felt as if the light was moving with its own will. I was half-selfless. I swung the sword while cutting off the claws of the bastard who had stabbed my neck and enduring the explosions of demonic energy that were emerging in all directions.

So, how much time has passed?

I was already engaging in over a hundred attacks with Gonma, my body on the verge of collapse. It had been a long time since the waves that resonated through the air had burst my eardrums. I couldn’t hear a single sound, and I couldn’t tell if I was moving or if my arms were moving.

And now, we have reached the limits of humanity.

Stop······

Blood was flowing everywhere. There would be no more blood to flow.

My weak body lost all its energy and became as weak as an old man. No matter how great the enlightenment was, I could not immediately shatter the existence of Gonma.

In the end, Gonma was gritting his teeth and trying to squeeze through the pitch-black sword dance of the light. Since the sage was not participating in the battle at all and was preparing something, the guy’s appearance, which had become more urgent than before, could be felt even here.

I finally squeezed out my strength and extended the beam. The invisible attack and defense devoured even the blasting fortress.

——————!

Followed by a dangerously crossing sword and explosion of yogic energy.

The wind pressure pushes the ground in all directions for about a hundred meters.

And the next moment.

Kaang—

Finally, the light was blown far away, and in an instant, Gonma’s claws reached under my chin and pierced through it.

The feeling of my skin being pierced was vivid.

however.

【······.】

Gonma’s nails stopped halfway through my chin, and the corners of Gonma’s mouth, covered in blood, were torn so much that they could not be torn any further. I could see the troubled expression on his face. I tried to imitate that expression, but I realized that all the flesh that should have been attached to his face had been torn off.

I just threw out one word.

“You look more sad than happy.”

At the same time as I spat out those words.

The wise man who had been silently preparing his formula in a corner turned his head. In the meantime, the wise man’s eyes had turned white. It was true that he said there was no time.

Saaaaaaaaaaaaah—!!!

The magic circle that the wise man had been preparing all along emitted a dazzling light.

An unfathomable magical power surged from the ruined land like a tidal wave, sweeping away the surrounding area in an instant, and swallowed up Gonma, who was spewing murderous aura and trying to pierce my chin. Gonma, whose entire body was covered in a crimson veil, struggled madly and resisted the sage’s magical power, but was slowly dragged underground by the unfathomable scale of magical power.

Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrr······

The ruins where the wise man stood.

The ruins form a giant spiral with a radius of 500 meters, forcibly sucking in Gonma.

I held back my confusion and looked at the sights.

Countless tentacles cling to the screaming Gonma’s entire body and drag him underground.

The sight of Elder Gonma’s incredible demonic energy slowly being absorbed into the ground beneath the ruins where the sage was standing.

also.

“······.”

The sage, whose eyes had turned white, turned his head towards me and stared blankly at me, a strange sight.