Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 216



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 216

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Jin Ha-yeon added, as if she was not sorry for not being able to kill Gu Yang-moon.

“If you have time to talk nonsense, use that time to swing the sword one more time.”

In response to Jin Ha-yeon’s nagging, Gu Yang-moon smiled coolly and responded.

“Hahaha! Hayeon froze it, so I’ll clean it up!”

Gu Yangmun thought as he swung his sword at the spirits that were slowed down by the ice.

Crunch!

Seeing how well they match, I can’t help but think that they are destined to be together.

Whether Goo Yang-moon was thinking crazy thoughts or not, Jin Ha-yeon was looking around with calm eyes.

‘They really appear endlessly.’

As many vengeful spirits as she was freezing and Goo Yang Moon was diligently chopping up, the commander’s blood demons were spewing out new vengeful spirits.

But I didn’t feel any sense of despair or anxiety.

“Phew.”

After stabilizing her internal energy with deep breathing, she simply drew up the yin energy from her danjeon again.

Because I trusted Ichimoku, who was swinging his sword behind her.

* * *

bang!!

A loud noise echoes through the sword of Ichimoku clashing with the bloody curtain.

Looking at the scene where he was pulling out his energy and pressing down on the blood vessel, Guigoja laughed.

“Hehehe. What a fool. If you had fought the demons with the strength to aim for me, you might have had a chance of holding out until the end.”

The mocking Guigoja was also constantly breathing life into the wooden tablet, but he seemed to be more relaxed than Ilmok.

Not only was the period of training very different, but the difference in energy he possessed was due to the fact that he had even made human sacrifices.

At the enemy’s laughter, Ichimoku lightly clicked his tongue.

“Tsk.”

Although the other person’s leeway was not good, it was somewhat true.

Even at this moment, Goo Yang-moon and Jin Ha-yeon were fighting against the vengeful spirits to protect themselves.

This also applies to those fighting in the rear.

Because he had lost one hand while struggling with the gookja, the other party members ended up having to suffer even more.

Still, Ichimoku did not regret his choice.

As he said, we might be able to hold out until the energy of the formation is completely gone. However, if we do that, some of our party will definitely die.

‘Something like that day will never happen again.’

What Ichimoku was recalling was the memory from the Magic Hall.

The day we were attacked by the fanatics of Allah.

But, as he said, the fact that there was no use in fighting ignorantly remained the same.

After retrieving the sword, Ichimoku took a deep breath to calm his magic.

“Phew.”

And he gave up on the simple and foolish struggle of strength, and swung his sword in succession towards different places in order to find an opening.

But no matter where you aim, the results are similar.

There was only a series of unpleasant grinding sounds, or maybe a few light explosions. There was no crack in the membrane.

The reason why there was no loud noise was because the sword had no sword energy attached to itchimoku’s sword.

No matter how much he absorbed the Thousand Years of Hasuo, he still could not use his sword power because he had not yet entered the stage of de-mah.

And unfortunately, the power of the sword was not enough to create even a small crack in the membrane.

‘The power is not concentrated in one place.’

The blood membrane created by the Guigoja was spherical in shape and boasted uniform strength in all directions.

After understanding the characteristics of the blood shield, Ichimoku put down his sword and looked at the blood shield with calm eyes.

“Hehehe. Have you given up already?”

The laughter of the goblin pierced Ilmok’s ears, but Ilmok paid it no attention.

Ilmok was simply absorbed in one topic.

‘I must strike harder.’

A single blow that can break through that blood barrier.

If you waste your energy on useless attempts, you won’t be able to seize the opportunity when it comes.

That is why Ichimoku completely focused on that topic, even with his sword hanging down.

But the topic was too abstract.

‘What does it mean to be strong?’

In order to find the answer to that abstract problem, Ichimoku willingly closed his eyes and went deep into his mind.

“Keeeeeek!”

Despite the screams of ghosts being heard all around and the ominous atmosphere flowing from all directions.

Just as Ilmok trusted that the traitor would take care of him, Ilmok also trusted those who would protect him.

* * *

Deep inside the imaginary world.

– Put all your energy into it!

– It is to create an even stronger energy! Even if it means using up all of the innate energy!

The side effect, which had become slightly smaller than before, was screaming.

Il-mok lifted the umbrella, ignoring the cries of its side effects.

In his imaginary world, he was suddenly holding a sword in his hand.

He began to perform the first form of the Talhonmujeonggeom within the mental world, as if he was relearning the Talhonmujeonggeom from the beginning.

‘The first-class swordsman who values ​​the subtlety of the river, such as the Jeon Icho Bunghon Sword and the Jeon Sipcho Apyeonggyeok. And the second-class swordsman… .’

The movement of Ichimoku, which had been unfolding several times with emphasis on the essence of the river, was soon followed by another movement.

‘Is it meaningful to simply give it strong power? If the goal is to cut, then the Sakpungjeolyeongsu (朔風絶靈手), which increases cutting power to the extreme, might be better… .’

The story, which unfolded according to each theory or by mixing several theories, moved toward a fundamental question.

‘That Dokgo gang used their swords like this.’

Before he knew it, Ilmok had broken away from the Talhonmujeonggeom and was also using other swordsmanship and magic techniques.

Dokgo’s Dokgo Gugeom and other heinous martial arts such as Daesahyeong Wi Jinhak’s Bokhonmara Sword Technique.

Although I don’t know the specific details, I was able to roughly imitate the form and meaning of each magic based on what I’ve seen so far.

How long did he dance the sword dance, forgetting even the distinction between martial arts and martial arts?

‘Just because you swing it with force doesn’t mean it’s strong. You can create strength through pleasure, and you can realize strength through fluidity.’

The faster you swing it, the stronger it becomes, and the more smoothly you swing it, the stronger it becomes.

And this isn’t just a story limited to the body.

‘The same goes for energy.’

There have been various applications of swordsmanship so far, so why can’t we apply it to Ganggi?

Of course, there was an incomparable gap between Kang-gi and Geom-gi.

Just forming a strong energy requires a huge amount of mental energy, as it requires the use of countless mental powers.

Having glimpsed a realm that was not yet permitted to him, Ichimoku boldly raised his internal energy.

The enormous amount of internal energy that had escaped his dantian according to his will ran through the blood vessels of his entire body.

The eyes of Ichimoku, which had emerged from the depths of the imaginary world, flashed open.

* * *

‘What are you doing?’

The goblin looked at the intruder standing in front of him with his eyes closed, lost in thought.

It was because that appearance looked so defenseless.

‘It would be better to attack him now… .’

Such thoughts kept coming to his mind, but Guigoja couldn’t bring himself to try it.

It wasn’t because of the two bastards who were fighting the demons and guarding the intruders diligently.

It was because the distance between me and that defenseless guy was too close.

Just as the Mukhyeol Gangpae perfectly blocks external attacks, it was also a magical tool that perfectly blocked energy coming from the inside out.

That is, the goblin had to release his blood in order to attack the defenseless intruder.

‘Perhaps it’s a trap to deceive me.’

At this distance, if I were to fight a martial arts master of my level, there was a high chance that my balls would be cut off before I could cast my spell.

That’s why the goblin was agonizing over whether to stay like this or to gather his courage and attack that guy.

Now, after almost 30 minutes with his eyes closed, even those worries have disappeared.

“Hehehe. Thanks to you standing there like an idiot, it looks like all of your colleagues will turn into bloodsuckers.”

In the time that passed between meals, the intruders who came here slaughtered countless demons.

Thanks to that, the evil spirits that had filled the formation had also disappeared by nearly half.

“Swoop. Phew.”

“Gasp. Gasp.”

The breathing of the intruders, who had been fighting the bloodthirsty demons without rest, had also become considerably rough.

The two men who had been constantly scattering pottery and creating ice with their cold weapons were at some point fighting the demons while restraining their energy as much as possible.

It wasn’t that I had attained enlightenment. It was more of a desperate measure, as my internal energy was gradually running low.

And among those fighting in the rear, none were seriously injured, but they were starting to show signs of bruising on their bodies.

They were guarded by a female warrior who had mastered the strange art of handling thread, but they too were slowly losing their inner strength.

As their wounds pile up, the energy of the formation will be restored through their blood, so now all he has to do is hold out here.

The moment when the conclusion came to the mind of the person who made the decision.

Flash.

Ichimoku’s eyes, which had been closed for a long time, opened.

Following the insight he had gained from a quick glance at the wall beyond, Ichimoku’s body thrust out his sword.

Debility.

As if all the strength in my body had disappeared, like a puppet with strings pulled out, I infused my strength into the optimal path for swinging my sword.

His body, which had gained elasticity according to the principle of the mind, amplified its power as it moved from the tips of his toes, through his legs and waist, and toward his shoulders and wrists.

Ironically, by the time he reached the final movement, his stomach was loaded with more power than usual.

It wasn’t just the movement of the body.

In accordance with the movements of his body, the magical energy of the Talhonmujeonggeom was also running through his blood vessels.

Beyond simply running along a set blood pressure, sometimes gently, sometimes strongly, and sometimes quickly.

The moment when the power of the internal and external attacks, which had been infinitely amplified, reached its peak, a stronger energy than before shone from the sword of Iljik.

‘Kang Ki is also not something that is simply created and ends with!’

The concentration of one eye, which reached its peak, grafted the magic of the river onto the strong energy gathered in the sword.

bang!!!

A loud noise rang out as the sword and blood shield clashed.

‘How can this be!?’

At the sight of a huge crack across the entire blood vessel, just like an egg, Guigokja, with a shocked expression, hurriedly raised his energy and tried to blow it towards the Mokhyeol Gangpae.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Before I knew it, Ilmok was swinging his sword.

It was a movement that applied a glimpse of the enlightenment I had just gained.

By magically turning the resilience generated by clashing with the blood barrier back into a counterattack, he was able to perform a faster swordsmanship than usual.

Could it be because of the depth of my insight that was beyond my level? Could it be because of the powerful collision just now?

Before I knew it, Ilmok was in a state of disarray with blood flowing out of his eyes.

Tsk tsk!!

The sudden, sharp blow succeeded in piercing the blood barrier.

Bang!

However, the sword of Ichimoku was unable to withstand the impact and ended up breaking.

His black sword had already been cracked from having collided with the blood vessel several times.

My internal energy was shaken by the continuous powerful collisions, and as I tried to forcefully control my energy, I felt a pain that felt like my brain was burning.

Il-mok took a step forward, ignoring the pain.

Could it be because of the extreme concentration?

The emotion of confusion in the eyes of the goblin was clearly visible, and the sight of him hastily forming a hand seal while throwing away the cracked blood seal was seen very slowly.

Why is that?

While everything, including the snails, was moving slowly.

The energy of the Ichimoku ran through the body at the same speed as usual and gathered at the tips of the fingers.

As if handling a sword, the left hand of Ichimoku, which formed the hand energy, drew a single line of trajectory that cut through the slowed world.

“Coolook.”

Immediately after that, as Ichimoku, whose internal energy had overflowed from the convulsion, vomited out a handful of blood, the world that had slowed down returned to its original state.

Crunch.

With a delayed cutting sound, the crooked man’s head began to fall toward the ground.

It was an eye that did not recognize its own death.