Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 171



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 171

Extreme Demon (1)

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was a familiar ceiling.

“Ha. It’s not like it’s an annual event.”

As I was mumbling while looking at the ceiling of the medical office that I saw every year, no, about once every six months, I heard a familiar voice.

“Are you awake?”

“!?”

I turned my head in surprise and saw my teacher looking down at me.

As I quickly got up to pay my respects, the teacher spoke first.

“That’s it. The heart is more important than the outward appearance. Are you trying to make this old man into a foolish old man who forces courtesy even to the injured? Hehehe.”

The way he claimed that he was not an old fart was exactly like one.

The teacher, who didn’t know that he was an old fart, was looking down at me with a complicated expression.

The expression was a mixture of joy and worry.

“Now that I think about it, it’s an annual event… I guess that’s true. That’s because I see you visiting the infirmary so often.”

“Hahaha… I guess I’m a bit unlucky, Master.”

“Luck….”

The teacher stroked his beard with a strange expression and said.

“I don’t know if it’s bad luck or good luck. Looking at how fast you’re growing.”

At first glance, I thought I knew what the teacher was trying to say.

A Western philosopher once said that what doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.

And I think the most intuitive form of this adage is the world-famous comic, DragonX.

therefore.

‘I’m not Son Oh-gong.’

Every time I almost died, I got stronger, and my teacher said that he didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Of course, from my perspective, that sounded like bullshit.

Because getting stronger every time I almost died was not something I wanted to do at all.

‘I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to become stronger.’

The former is a given, the latter I wanted to avoid because of the damn side effects.

This time, in order not to be defeated, I had no choice but to choose to become stronger.

Could it be because I was remembering what happened right before I fainted?

The sword that was unleashed at the last moment lingers in my mind.

But it wasn’t clear. It was as if there was a hazy fog.

I feel like I have to swing my sword right now, just to clear that fog.

My body was trembling on its own. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel any pain.

Clearly, I remember fighting that fanatic leader at the end and beating him like a dog.

“Master, can you tell me how long it has been since I was brought to the hospital?”

“It flowed near Dalpo.”

“!?”

You were unconscious for a month?

“When you were first brought in, do you know how surprised this old man was? But now that you’re so healthy, I’m truly grateful.”

The Master added that all of the muscles in his body were twisted and that he had suffered severe internal injuries and had almost no blood vessels.

“The devil and this old man fought for several days and barely managed to save him. Hehehe.”

The Master used his magnificent internal energy to nourish my energy and blood, and at the same time, the magician would come whenever he had time to insert needles and treat my internal injuries and muscles?

Thanks to the Master continuing to protect my energy and blood, I was able to enter a period of stability on the fourth day.

It is only now, after more than twenty days have passed, that I have finally woken up.

The teacher, who had been looking worried as he recalled that dangerous moment, was now looking down at me with a pleased expression on his face.

“Still, isn’t it fortunate that we survived?”

“That’s right, Master.”

“Hahaha. I also heard the story. It seems like you achieved great things in this fight.”

“… My memory is vague, so I’m not sure.”

“Hmm. Then, I’d like to tell you about the true meaning of the Talhonmujeonggeom that you realized.”

I frowned and tried to recall the memories of that day.

Although my memory of the last sword fight was vague, I did remember to some extent how I fought that fanatic leader.

I also remembered to some extent the enlightenment I gained in the process.

“In my disciple’s opinion, the prophet who created the Talhonmujeonggeom was either a swordsman or a swordsman.”

“Huh. Why do you think so?”

In response to the teacher’s question with shining eyes, I calmly opened my mouth.

The first fourteen seconds of the Talhonmujeonggeom are discussed.

How to swing your sword quickly. How to swing your sword strongly. How to swing your sword accurately. How to deflect your opponent’s sword smoothly. How to show a false pretense to deceive your opponent.

Although it only has fourteen basic techniques, it contains countless secrets of the sword, including strong, fast, soft, and transformative.

While other martial arts usually deal with one or two techniques to the extreme, he was trying to encompass all the techniques that could be used with a sword.

The second half of the Talhonmujeonggeom was not much different. The only difference was that it was a technique that used sword energy rather than swinging the sword with one’s body.

In other words, the Talhonmujeonggeom was trying to encompass all the skills and techniques that could be performed with the sword and energy.

Go ahead.

“It seemed like the goal was not simply to display various skills and techniques separately, but to blend them together.”

Other swordsmen dream of having the ‘most powerful sword’ or aiming for the ‘fastest sword’.

Or, unlike the martial arts of the Jeongpa, where the plum blossoms are depicted as if they were holding the Taegeuk symbol.

The Talhonmujeonggeom was a truly crazy martial art that dreamed of perfecting the ‘sword’.

“Even with the side effect of compulsion.”

To complete it, it is a crazy martial art that causes the person who has been taught it to become mentally ill.

That is why the person who created this martial art was Geomchi, or Geomkwang, who only knew the sword.

While I was muttering about what I had realized about the Talhonmujeonggeom, the teacher listened calmly without interrupting me even once. Surprisingly, it was not typical of an old man.

And right after I had discussed all that I had realized, the Master stroked his beard with a pleased expression and said,

“Hehehe. I was worried that this old man might have had unreasonable expectations, but it was as expected.”

“???”

As my eyes filled with doubt as to what that meant, my teacher suddenly congratulated me.

“Congratulations, disciple. You have begun to escape the ultimate demon of the Talhonmujeonggeom.”

“!? Are you saying that I, I have not entered the extreme state, but have started to leave it?”

It was news that made my eyes pop out.

The reason why I didn’t want to become strong. The reason why I was always lazy in the magic hall.

Because I was afraid that the damn side effects would get stronger.

It’s definitely not because I’m a lazy person.

But if you’ve reached the extreme, it means the side effects are already at their maximum.

Conversely, from now on, the stronger you get, the weaker the side effects will be.

‘It’s a hassle to practice…’

Amidst mixed emotions of joy and annoyance at the prospect of saying goodbye to those damn side effects.

The Master’s voice woke me up.

“Hahaha. That’s right. Your enlightenment has already begun to escape the extreme. The only problem is that you have escaped only the ‘enlightenment about the sword.’”

I looked at the teacher wondering what he was talking about, and he very kindly added an explanation.

“Your five senses are awakening to the true meaning of the Talhonmujeonggeom, but your body does not have the strength to endure that awakening.”

“!?”

“Even this old man who has lived for over a hundred years, it is amazing to see something like you for the first time in his life. Hehe. It was so amazing that it even gave me absurd thoughts.”

“If that is a wild thought, what kind of thought do you mean?”

“I even thought that if a master of the past were to possess the body of a child using some absurd sorcery like the soul-changing technique mentioned in ancient stories, wouldn’t these symptoms appear? Hehehe.”

“… … .”

I almost flinched without realizing it.

I’m not a master of the previous generation, but it’s true that I was possessed.

“Ha. Hahaha. What, that’s an outrageous imagination.”

I opened my mouth quickly because I felt it would be dangerous if the story went on for too long.

“Then, what should I do as a disciple in the future?”

Perhaps the Master thought that the idea of ​​possession or reincarnation was absurd, so he answered without much doubt.

“Of course you should cultivate, right? So that your body can catch up with your enlightenment.”

“Are you saying that I should focus on external training?”

“It means that both external and internal energy are lacking. You need to increase the size of your danjeon and furthermore, strengthen your blood vessels with steady energy.”

The teacher who said that tilted his head and added.

“Now that I think about it, it’s strange. While your mastery of the sword has improved by leaps and bounds, your external and internal skills haven’t changed much since the last time you were brought here.”

And then the teacher let out a faint exclamation of admiration as if he had realized something, and came to a conclusion on his own.

“It seems that you were too absorbed in swordsmanship, intoxicated by the side effects. Hmm. Indeed, that may be the reason why you are showing the symptoms you are seeing now.”

I let out a sigh of relief inside.

The reason why my internal and external skills didn’t develop much compared to last time was simple. I barely trained.

In that sense, the level of forensic science should have remained stagnant.

It’s just that I’ve ended up like this because of the crazy guys who keep trying to kill me popping up one after another, and I’ve only been gaining useless combat experience.

Of course, if Master finds out that I have been slacking off in my cultivation over the past few months, something terrible might happen.

“I am sorry that I keep seeing my incompetent disciple being swayed by the side effects of magic.”

I was willing to trade in the side effects.

– You vile bastard! Isn’t it all your fault for being lazy?

The damn side effect that woke me up with was babbling in my head, but it wasn’t my business.

“Is it because I discussed the side effects?” the Master said with a serious expression.

“Listen carefully, disciple.”

“I will listen carefully.”

“Your body is not able to keep up with enlightenment, so you are in a very dangerous state right now. As I said before, until your internal and external energy reach the level of the ultimate demon, you should not hold a sword if possible.”

At the Master’s advice, the side effect in my head starts to go crazy.

– Don’t listen to that devil!!

– Sword! I mean, take up the sword!! You must unleash that perfect sword from back then!

It wasn’t just a flurry. Like a drug addict, his body kept trembling involuntarily, and his upper arm, which mainly held the sword, twitched. It was as if he was desperate to swing the sword at any moment.

The master, who was observing me like that, frowned and shouted with all his might.

“Yell!!”

The side effects of being overwhelmed by the tremendous magic contained in that voice were hidden deep in my mind.

My body calmed down a little, so I opened my mouth carefully.

Because an important issue came to mind.

“Master, if I fainted and fell near the river, wouldn’t I have to go out for practice again soon?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell my master. From now on, for the rest of your training period at the Magic Academy, you should focus solely on cultivating your internal and external skills.”

It was the moment when I was judged to be an exception in the Magic Academy training course.

After all, life was all about connections.