Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 162



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 162

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Cheon Soo-ryong, who tried not to lose his seriousness, barely managed to catch his breath, took a bow, and aimed his spear.

At the same time, the instructor gave instructions.

“Let’s get started!”

Despite the fact that the eight Confuciuses were not even taking the form of a knight, but were still in a dazed and drowsy posture with their eyes half-closed.

A strange sense of discomfort came over him, but Cheon Soo-ryong decided not to care.

‘Don’t let your guard down!’

For now, just do your best and that’s it!

Cheon Soo Ryong, who had gathered his wits, approached Ilmok carefully while following the law.

And the moment when he digs into the gap between himself and the window.

Pot!!

Cheon Soo-ryong swung his spear in a manner that matched the movements he had steadily honed throughout his short life of sixteen years.

If his father, who had taught him spearmanship, had seen this move, he would have laughed and said it was a really neat move.

But why is that?

While unfolding what he felt was a perfect day, ironically, Cheon Soo-ryong felt a sense of discomfort.

‘Why still?’

As is the case with all of the magician’s first moves, the moves he made were murderous.

As the spear blade flew towards his heart, Prince Pal looked at the spear blade with a calm expression.

And the moment the blade of the Thousand-Handed Dragon’s spear reached Ichimoku’s heart.

“!?”

The hand of the Confucius who had moved at some point was holding onto his spear.

But the surprise was only momentary.

The situation that the spearmen had to be most careful of was when the spearhead got caught like this.

I also learned how to deal with situations like this thanks to my strict father.

So, I definitely knew.

‘Oh, why?’

I tried various techniques to push away or kick away the hand holding the spear.

Thump.

Thump.

The more he resisted, the more the eight lords came closer to him, step by step.

Still holding onto his spear with one hand.

Every time he moved his spear to strike, the hand of the Confucius holding the spear shaft showed a mysterious movement and canceled out the power of the Thousand-Handed Dragon.

The gap between him and the eight-legged prince grew closer as if they were sinking into a swamp. It was as if the spear connecting the two had some special power.

When I finally got close enough to reach the distance where my arms and legs could touch, Cheon Soo Ryong had a face like he had seen a ghost.

But the later index of the Demonic Cult was, as expected, different.

“Haat!”

Even as his face turned pale, he swung one leg and tried to crush the Confucius’s head.

And before the Thousand-Hour Dragon’s legs could even fully rise.

“Ugh… .”

Cheon Soo-ryong fell to the floor with a pain that felt like his insides were being ripped out.

While his internal energy was being shaken, Cheon Soo Ryong, who had fallen to the ground, raised his head and saw the figure of Pal Gong Ja, who was already shouting at the left arm.

Cheon Soo-ryong intuitively realized that, although he could not see it with his eyes, the commander had struck his stomach.

‘Did you expect me to swing my sword?’

I felt possessed by a ghost.

I hadn’t even seen the last day, and I couldn’t even figure out the reason for the mysterious golden thread technique that had been shown to me before.

While Cheon Soo Ryong was kneeling on the floor, he replayed his fight with Ichimoku on his own.

“The end. Is that right?”

The voice of Simmok, who was calm and collected, broke the silence that had been lingering throughout the area.

Only then did the instructor announce the end of the martial arts, and then the voice of the martial artist, Yan Ga-hui, rang out.

“A glance at the map.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Why didn’t you use a sword?”

Everyone stared at each other with their mouths shut, as if they were all wondering the same thing.

The reason Ilmok didn’t use his sword was the same as when he was fighting the bandits.

It was not to gain enlightenment.

Even if the opponent was of a lower level than me, that damn Talhonmujeonggeom and this uselessly excellent body would always find enlightenment on their own.

It was annoying, but to avoid this situation, Ichimoku had originally planned to surrender as soon as the battle began.

If there is a problem.

‘No matter what, I can’t be on the same level as Baekcheon.’

Junghyun’s words that he was like a seed of interest bothered me, so in the end I had no choice but to engage in the fight.

It was truly a blessing.

This time, just like the bandits, the opponent was at a level where there was no need to draw one’s sword.

In addition, thanks to that incident, I now have an excuse.

“Because it was an opponent I didn’t even need to draw my sword against.”

“!!”

The reactions to Ichimoku’s arrogant answer were sharply divided.

Some people frown at his arrogance, while others accept it as if it were something a prince could do.

Surprisingly, the former was the one who was in charge of the Yeom Ga-hui government.

Yeom Ga-hui nodded once and asked while stroking his beard.

“If you do that, I’ll ask you something else. When did you start practicing the Golden Noodle Method and the Long Method?”

This was what Governor Yeom Ga-hui wanted to ask from the beginning.

Because it was too sophisticated a technique to be called swordsmanship.

A level higher than that of my peers who have mastered the Golden Nail Technique as their main weapon.

It was definitely not a state that could be achieved through training for a day or two.

But the answer I got was unexpected.

“I have never trained separately.”

“You’ve never trained separately?”

When the chief of staff, Yeom Ga-hui, kept asking questions, Ilmok made a face that showed that he did not understand.

“Yes. As I said, it is a Manryuguijong, I simply spread it out with my hands, containing the depth of my knowledge of swordsmanship.”

The tone of voice seemed to ask why such an obvious question.

This time, the expressions of those around them became unified.

Everyone was looking at me with faces like they were looking at a monster.

In the midst of that whirlwind of shock and amazement, Ichimoku had a bewildered expression.

It wasn’t because he didn’t understand why people looked at him like he was a monster.

It wasn’t because everyone was looking at him, or because he somehow felt like he was like Baekcheon.

just.

“… But when do you plan on treating this friend?”

It was because I was concerned about Cheon Soo Ryong who was lying down next to me, vomiting blood.

* * *

An hour or so after the military service ended.

“Ugh.”

Cheon Soo-ryong opened his eyes with a deep groan and was faced with an unfamiliar ceiling.

“Are you awake?”

And when he opened his eyes, an equally unfamiliar voice greeted him.

“This is the infirmary of the Magic Hall. The Thousand-Yong Dragon fell while engaging in a duel with Prince Ilmok.”

“ah….”

Only then did Cheon Soo-ryong start to sigh as he remembered what had happened just before he fainted.

‘What an idiot… .’

It was not anger towards the eight Confucius who had played with him. It was Cheon Soo-ryong who was angry at his own incompetence for missing the opportunity for enlightenment and fainting.

“The Prince of Ilmok asked me to tell you that he was sorry. He said he did not intend to cause such serious injury.”

At the following words from Representative Seo Jae-pil, Cheon Su-ryong suddenly came to his senses and answered.

“It was a legitimate complaint. It was just my fault for being weak. How can you say that this is the fault of the eight princes?”

Seo Jae-pil said, his eyes shining with interest at Cheon Soo-ryong’s answer.

“Hmm. That’s somewhat true. After examining the wounds while treating the Cheon Gwan-do, no matter how I looked at it, it seemed closer to symptoms of a fire demon than an injury caused by an attack by Ilmok Gongja.”

“also….”

Seo Jae-pil’s eyes lit up at the sound of Cheon Soo-ryong muttering quietly to himself.

“Judging from the reaction of the thousand officials, it seems that he was aware of it himself.”

“I kind of expected it.”

“Could you explain it to me in more detail?”

Congressman Seo Jae-pil, who asked that question, was already holding a thin brush and paper.

Cheon Soo-ryong opened his mouth, looking into space with a face filled with complicated emotions, seemingly uninterested in Seo Jae-pil’s actions.

“In fact, I’ve been thinking about the same thing ever since the end of the military service.”

“Can you tell me what you were thinking?”

“I was recalling the techniques that the eight-legged Confucian scholars used in the martial arts. In order to re-enact the martial arts. However… no matter how much I re-enacted the martial arts, I just couldn’t understand them. Those mysterious techniques of the eight-legged Confucian scholars. Then, at some point, I suddenly started to lose my mind.”

“So, are you saying that you fell into a state of despair while trying to understand the mysterious methods of Confucius Ichimoku?”

“… Yes.”

Cheon Soo-ryong muttered with a bitter face.

“It was the moment when I realized how incompetent I was. Even though I had heard that Prince Pal was a swordsman, I couldn’t even understand his swordsmanship, let alone his Geumna technique.”

Instead of offering words of comfort, Seo Jae-pil nodded with an attitude of listening.

It was a counseling attitude that I learned from treating countless patients, starting with Representative Jeong Sim-won.

And as a skilled member of parliament, he was thinking something else in his mind, despite his listening attitude.

‘Fortunately, it seems that he didn’t hear what Confucius said.’

As soon as the Bimoohoe ended, Cheon Soo-ryong came to the infirmary. Seo Jae-pil asked Ilmok and the people around him about what had happened at the Bimoohoe. In order to provide accurate treatment and diagnosis.

Thanks to that, Seo Jae-pil knew the arrogant words that Ilmok had spoken.

– Because it was an opponent that didn’t even require drawing one’s sword.

If the young man who was so depressed because he couldn’t even understand a single one of Confucius’s golden nails had heard those words, I thought he wouldn’t have fallen into a state of despair and vomited blood, but would have died spewing blood from his seven holes.

‘I guess he was already in a state of deep thought before he said those words. Or maybe he was too focused on the recovery to hear them.’

As a skilled lawmaker, Seo Jae-pil did not make the mistake of writing down on paper what he thought in his head.

If you write it in front of the patient, it would be embarrassing if the patient sees it.

I just kept it in a mental file cabinet and planned to write it down after the young patient passed away.

With that thought in his head, Seo Jae-pil skillfully changed the subject.

If you just let your opponent dig a hole, he might fall into a state of despair again.

Seo Jae-pil poured the water he had boiled in advance into a teacup and offered it to Cheon Soo-ryong.

“It’s a tea that calms the mind, but it’s still hot, so drink it carefully.”

Cheon Soo-ryong accepted the teacup and drank the tea, taking sips at a time.

While Cheon Soo-ryong was concentrating on carefully drinking the hot tea, he was briefly distracted from his gloomy thoughts.

Congressman Seo Jae-pil opened his mouth calmly.

“Don’t worry too much about the matter of the demon. In conclusion, the demon came to visit me while I was recovering from the battle, but Cheon Gwan-do was injured at the time. Since he was injured, wouldn’t it be possible to say that he fell into the demon more easily?”

He said so in a businesslike tone.

Those with strong self-esteem do not welcome sympathy from others. That is why, rather than words of comfort, a ‘diagnosis as a member of parliament’ is often more comforting.

“… You could think of it that way.”

When the other person seemed to have accepted his words to some extent, Seo Jae-pil continued speaking.

“Similarly, it may have been because I was dizzy due to my internal injuries that I had difficulty understanding the martial arts of Ilmok Gongja. Since there will be many opportunities anyway, why don’t you try to understand the martial arts of Ilmok Gongja again later?”

“Would it be possible for me, a man of different rank, to experience the martial arts of Prince Pal again?”

“Hahaha. Even though we can’t train together because we’re in different classes, there’s a way we can work together. Isn’t there a club?”

“ah!!”

When Cheon Soo-ryong burst into exclamations and looked at Seo Jae-pil with eyes full of anticipation, Seo Jae-pil smiled brightly and said.

“The name of the club that Confucius Ilmok is a member of is the Meditation Club.”

Cheon Soo-ryong muttered, “Meditation Club. Meditation Club,” as if the name of the club, which was only five letters long, was a lifeline.

Seo Jae-pil, who had been watching the scene for a while, decided that the patient’s condition had improved somewhat and then got down to business.

The reason why Seo Jae-pil boldly sold out Confucius.

“Hmm. Now that I think about it, I forgot to ask you this while I was treating you. Could you tell me about the magic that Cheon Gwan Do learned and its side effects?”

That was to expand the scope of his research.