Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 193



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 193

Nancheonhoe (5)

Il-da-gyeong Yeo Jeon.

“Where!”

At the sight of Nancheonhoeju Maenggwak trying to form a strong force, Ilmok quickly swung his sword into the air.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

A single sword energy flew towards the blind spot, tearing through the space, but Nancheonhoeju succeeded in nullifying the sword energy by simply holding out his dual swords.

Before he knew it, the energy engraved in his Tao had gone beyond the level of a Taoist and was moving towards strength.

But knowing that fact was also obvious.

Wedge!

Ichimoku, who had been wielding his sword and performing light attack at the same time, had already dug into Maeng Gwak and was swinging his sword.

Drawing a truly mysterious sword path that cannot be reached by the path of the blind wall that is extended forward.

However, Meng Guo, who had experienced countless battles as the leader of the Sapa, was not flustered.

“joy.”

The snorting Maeng-gwak swung the sword he had in his hand and went out to meet Ilmok’s sword.

Chaejaejaejaejae!

Another sharp sound echoed from the left sword swung at another angle.

After the Talhonmujeonggeom, Samcho. It was the result of blocking the sword energy that Ilmok had secretly shot by utilizing the secret technique of the Muhinsakhongeom.

In the meantime, Ilmok mixed the secret of the Six-Cho Saekpungjeolyeongsu (朔風絶靈手) into the Muhin Sakhon Sword, rotating the sword energy to increase the cutting power, but Maeng Gwak noticed Ilmok’s technique and easily blocked it.

Then, as the swords of Udo and Ilmok swung by Maenggwak clashed, a loud noise rang out.

bang!!

The sword of Ichimoku, which had clashed with the blindfolded Udo, was already marked with an inspection, and a strange sense of repulsion was felt from that inspection.

After that, he used the secret of the Tanhon Sword and spread out the sword like a swordsman.

It was an absurd feat of performing three types of martial arts at the same time, but it ended in failure.

“That’s all for the remaining talent!”

Maeng Gwak, who had been shouting, swung his left sword that had been blocking the sword energy of the Mu-Hyeon-Sak-Hon-Geom.

While the Blade of the Blind Man was flying towards him with the intent of cutting him in two, Ilmok used his internal energy with a calm expression.

The swordsman who had been forming a defensive line clung to the swordsman’s sword as if they were one body, and Ilmok rotated his body along with the sword as if he was dancing.

visor!!

Ichimoku, who had used the technique of grafting two swords and had the two swords of the blind collide with each other, quickly retrieved his sword and continued stabbing.

In the midst of a series of swift stabs focused on pleasure.

Unlike the simple yet fast swordsmanship of Ichiboshi, the sword energy flowing through his sword could bend flexibly and sometimes fly like a dark energy while hiding in other sword energy.

A series of strange and mysterious skills that allow one to freely handle swords and sword energy.

visor!

visor!!

However, Maeng Gwak was swinging his overlapping swords with minimal movement, and somehow managed to block Ichimoku’s consecutive strikes.

And the moment when the overlapping of pottery reaches its peak.

“It’s over!!”

With a shout, the twin swords of the blind man swung around and flew forward, cutting through the sword energy of Ilgok.

‘Tsk.’

Ilmok, who finally realized that Nancheonhoeju had successfully formed a bridge over the Ssangdo River, narrowly avoided the blow by stepping back.

Because the flow of attacks was interrupted, this time, the offensive of the blind began in reverse.

“Hahahaha! Try dodging this too!”

Not only did Maeng Gwak wield his dual swords for show, but his martial arts skills were also incredibly strange.

The left and right wings flew in succession, drawing different paths without stopping.

In particular, since the bastard’s twin swords were imbued with a strong energy, if you clashed your swords directly, there was a risk that both your sword and your body would be cut in half, making it even more difficult to deal with.

– What are you doing!

– Hurry up and cut off that filthy body with that day’s sword!!

While the side effect guy was arguing in my head.

A blind right sword flew towards Ilmok, who had turned his body in a hurry to avoid the left attack.

Ichimoku gritted his teeth as he realized that he could not avoid the situation.

‘Side effects are fucking shit!’

Ichimoku, who had pulled up a large amount of internal energy from his danjeon in exchange for his anger over the side effects, swung his sword with all of his supernatural powers mixed together.

The sword of Ichimoku and the sword of Maenggwak clashed, creating a loud noise.

bang!!!

Before I knew it, a cluster of stars had formed on the sword of Ichimoku, created by overlapping sword energy.

“As expected, he was in his prime.”

As if he had already noticed and was being swayed by Ichimoku’s technique, Maeng Gwak laughed even while sweating profusely.

“Tsk.”

Ichimoku, who was pushed out of power, clicked his tongue lightly.

‘I should have trained harder at the Magic Academy.’

I didn’t regret training in swordsmanship. In terms of just the technique of handling weapons, I didn’t feel like I was particularly lacking.

The problem was my inner strength.

It was fortunate that I was able to use a trick to channel the bastard’s power towards the end, but if I had confronted him head-on, I might have suffered serious internal injuries.

“Whew. Die!!”

Maeng Gwak took a deep breath and swung his swords repeatedly at Ilmok again.

Ilmok once again used his katana and lightness to dodge the attack, and occasionally interrupted the creature’s movements with brief stabs.

And when there is absolutely no time to avoid the situation.

bang!!

I would often force myself to form a strong qi to block the bastard’s attack, and then use that resilience to push my body back.

It was an inevitable choice.

Although he had acquired the beginnings of agility while dealing with the leader of Allah’s fanatics, handling agility was still a burden even for Ichimoku.

Not only did it take time to form the strength, but above all, I lacked internal energy.

If you spread it out several times, your danjeon will be emptied in an instant.

However, even as he was being pushed back again and again, Ichimoku’s eyes remained calm.

‘Except for the lack of internal energy, it’s doable.’

The opponent’s level was similar to that of the leader of the fanatics of Allah that I had fought in the past.

“Whew. Whoosh.”

The level of internal energy he possesses. And compared to his actual combat experience, his body is quite slow.

Whoosh.

Ichimoku took a step back with light steps and said with a sneer.

“How long must you have been lazy to have your body become like that?”

The guy named Muin had an oil bag sitting firmly on his stomach.

Just as I had felt disgusted when the muscular bodybuilders took off their clothes, my obsession with hygiene naturally grew when I saw a plump guy naked.

‘They said that no one had seen them fight since they ate Nanju.’

I thought maybe I had neglected my training since becoming the master of Nanju.

“Whew. Shut up!”

Perhaps because his thick belly was pointed out, Maeng Gwak’s forehead turned red and he rushed at Ilmok again.

“Then you’ll die of high blood pressure.”

If you are obese, you should be careful about high blood pressure anyway.

Ichimoku, who clicked his tongue lightly, dodged the bastard’s twin swords with light movements, unlike the heavy bastard.

“I’ll take off that belly fat for you. Hahaha.”

Having succeeded in provoking an already exhausted opponent, Ichimoku calmly waited for his chance.

“Hey, you little fly!!”

The moment when the evil-possessed Maeng Gwak swung his sword again.

‘Now is the time!’

Ichimoku, who had been observing the blind’s methods with his own eyes, moved boldly.

Wedge-shaped.

Before I knew it, the sword of Ichimoku, which was stretching out towards the blind alley, was filled with a strong energy.

thud.

For some reason, the sword of Ichimoku that clashed with the sword of the blindfold did not emit the same explosive sound as before.

It was because the blow that read the opponent’s method collided with the opponent’s attack.

Because of that, the path of the blind sword changed and strangely enough, it flew towards the left sword that the bastard was swinging next.

bang!!

As the left and right forces clashed, a loud noise echoed.

Crunch.

With a sharp cutting sound, Ichimoku’s sword sliced ​​through the bastard’s lower abdomen.

“Ugh… .”

Maeng Gwak let out a choked groan, quickly bent his upper body down, and grabbed his lower abdomen with both hands, where blood and organs were about to flow out.

Looking down at that ugly sight, Ilmok said.

“Congratulations. You’ve finally managed to lose weight before you die.”

The moment when Ilmok swung his sword towards the neck of the fallen Nancheonhoeju.

Crunch!

A series of cutting sounds echoed around Ilmok.

But Ichimoku wasn’t surprised. He was already aware of the surroundings.

“Thank you, Captain Dam-bin.”

As Ilmok spoke beyond the group of black swordsmen whose limbs had been cut off by black thread, Dambin appeared in the darkness.

“I just did what I had to do, Your Majesty. More than that, it was truly a great job.”

She arrived here near the end of the battle between Ichimoku and Nancheonhoeju, and instead of rashly joining the fight, she decided to observe the situation.

At first glance, it seemed like a rushed scene, but Ichimoku’s gaze was very calm.

‘Perhaps Prince Pal will gain enlightenment through this fight.’

As it is a cult that worships nothingness, it also places importance on life and death battles between the strong.

It wasn’t like she was just playing around. She was prepared for any eventuality. Thanks to that, she was able to immediately slaughter the men who were trying to attack Ichimoku right after the battle.

“If the momentum continues like this, it wouldn’t be a dream to become a champion before I turn 30.”

At her compliment, Ichimoku clicked his tongue with a regretful expression.

“I wish that were true.”

Unfortunately, this fight did not provide any special insight, even though the opponent was quite strong.

Ilmok, who had shaken off his regret, raised his head and looked around, to be exact, at the disaster that Dambin’s black thread had created.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask you something?”

“Please feel free to ask questions.”

“By the way, can you tell me about the martial arts you are learning and their side effects?”

The martial arts skills of handling thread were amazing, and it was ominous to see that the side effects of such a master would not be insignificant.

“The name of the martial art is Dark Viper Blood Silk Art, and its side effects are similar to those of Sosu Demon Art.”

“The bloody thread of the black spider. What a truly magical name.”

“You are too kind.”

It was meant to be a creepy name, but Dam-bin took it as a compliment.

“Hmm. It’s strange that there are side effects similar to those of Lady Jin. The atmosphere is different, so I didn’t even think about it.”

At Ilmok’s words, a smile appeared on Dambin’s lips.

It was a strange feeling.

Even when she was clearly dressed as a shaman, she often smiled, but at those times, it was clearly a calm smile.

The smile she gave off now, dressed in black attire, somehow gave off a strangely sinister vibe.

There was a moment when I thought it might be because of her outfit.

“It’s similar to the side effects that occur when a man consumes it, not when a woman consumes it.”

Her subsequent words brought back memories from long ago.

‘When a man is mature… That’s it!?’

Ichimoku swallowed his dry saliva at the sight of her unusually seductive gaze.

‘Oh my.’

* * *

A few days ago.

The heart of the Murim Alliance, located near Dongjeongho Lake.

There, an important meeting was taking place.

A meeting to discuss countermeasures against the Demonic Cult, which has been showing strange movements for the past three years.

However, the reactions of those who participated in the meeting were all the same, saying they were amazed.

“Ha! Not only did you master the sword at the age of sixteen, but at the age of seventeen, you mastered sorcery and saved a village suffering from drought, and two months later, you even mastered the river? Do you really think that makes sense?”

It was because of the first impression.

To be exact, it was because of the news that most of the recent strange behaviors of the Demonic Cult were due to the youngest prince.

Upon hearing the news, Biryonggakju ordered further investigation into the eight princes, and the results were made public at the current meeting.

“No matter how fast the growth of magic is, this is too much.”

“The current Cheonma-in Hyukryun Ilhwi. Even that monster wasn’t to this extent.”

“Biryonggakju. How on earth do you handle things?”

The problem was that most of that content was just plain nonsense.

‘Whew. Damn arm prince.’

Biryonggakju, who was criticized simply for collecting rumors about Ilmok, had to suppress his rising murderous intent.