Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 255



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 255

Enemy (2)

“Hey you!!”

As the masked man tried to escape alone, the fifth elder of the Blood Sect quickly swung his sword into the air and shot a bloody sword.

Wedge-shaped.

But the masked man dodged the sword with a nimble maneuver.

“Haaaah!”

While Elder Oh was attacking the masked man, Chukai, who had been controlling his confused internal energy, swung his sword at Elder Oh.

“Okay! Let me kill you guys first!”

Elder Oh, whose initial arrogant smile had disappeared, swung his sword at Chugae and shouted again.

“Protect the three elders!”

bang!!

Despite his verbal clash with Chugae, Elder Oh surprisingly achieved parity.

Wedge!

In the meantime, the sword secretly swung by Biryonggakju aimed for Elder Oh’s bloodletting, and Elder Oh narrowly avoided the blow by taking a step back.

* * *

While explosions erupted one after another from behind.

Ilmok, who had left the old man with great skill to his enemies and beggars, headed towards the altar where a huge energy was flowing.

However, those around the altar stood in front of them and blocked their view.

“Civil engineering order, local government order, Gaepalhyeol order, Jirai, urgent salary order!”

Some people would throw talismans or swing their objects to cast spells, and depending on the spell they cast, a bird of fire would fly toward Ilmok, or the ground would turn into a swamp.

Pot!

Immediately after Ichimoku sensed something strange on the ground, he flew with his lightness technique and cut through the lightning and flame birds flying in the air.

“Die!”

Those who approached quickly attacked Ilmok while swinging swords and daggers.

Although they were nothing compared to those of the handsome old man, the weapons they wielded also had a bloody aura.

‘If you just look at the color, it’s similar to that of Seon-ah and Mado-gwan-ju.’

But at a glance, one could feel the essential difference.

Their aura was extremely turbid and reeked of sticky blood.

Internal energy gained by absorbing someone’s essence. It was certain that he had learned some kind of absorption technique.

Ichimoku, who had been observing their movements with calm eyes, turned his body with minimal movement.

A sword overflowing with blood passes by like a brush.

visor!

A swift swing of the sword slams the side of the Blood Cult warrior’s sword and pushes it back.

visor!

The sword of the Blood Cult warrior, whose sword had been twisted, clashed with the sword of another swordsman who was attacking from the side.

Crunch!

The series of blows, which continued like a dance, cleanly cut off the neck of the Blood Cult warrior.

‘The movements are violent compared to the energy it possesses.’

Although I gained a great deal of internal energy thanks to the Absorption Technique, I felt like my enlightenment couldn’t keep up with my internal energy.

However, that does not mean they were easy enemies.

While I was killing one of them, this time a bloody chain of energy was flying towards me, trying to grab me.

Pot!

Ichimoku boldly flew into the air and dodged the bloody chains.

At the same time, as he swung his sword in the air, a whitish-red sword energy cut through the air and flew towards one of the sorcerers.

Just a moment ago, in the process of killing the Blood Cult’s unmanned unit, the blood energy that had been absorbed by the Ascension Sword was vomited out.

“The six movements of heaven, earth, gold, wood, water, fire, and blood, the six movements of man, color, earth, and man, the six forms of …

As the sorcerer hurriedly recited the spell and held out the talisman, a barrier formed in front of him, blocking the sword energy shot by Ilmok.

Meanwhile, the remaining sorcerers recited the spell again and fired various spells at the floating Ichimoku.

“Phew.”

Ichimoku, who had been calmly observing the magic spells flying from all directions in the air, relaxed his body and slowly swung his sword.

The Ascension Sword floats through the air with such smooth movements that it’s hard to believe it was spread out with the feet free.

The energy condensed in the Ascension Sword formed a soft barrier along the sword path, and it contained the energy flying in from all directions as if wrapped in a blanket.

Some of them contained conflicting energies, causing cracks and explosions within the screen.

Ichimoku, who had barely managed to cover the magical energy with his sword, swung his sword straight ahead as soon as he landed on the ground.

“Kwaaah!”

The energy that had been wrapped around the curtain covered the body of the Blood Cult warrior who was attacking from the front.

It was a drone that was rushing towards me, waiting for the moment when I would land on the ground in the air.

It was a success in taking care of the two drones, but there was no time to relax.

“Die!”

There were still unmanned men left swinging their weapons at him.

“Wage and salary regulations!”

A few steps away, a group of sorcerers were chanting spells feverishly.

* * *

While Ilmok is engaged in a bloody battle with the Blood Cultists.

Biryonggakju and Chugae were also engaged in a tense battle with the elders of the Blood Cult.

bang!!

“Ugh… .”

While the dragon’s horn bounced back and groaned as it blocked the bloody blast shot by the old man, Chugae formed a blast with his twin swords and shot it at the old man.

“Hahahahaha!”

But the old man, who had regained his composure, swung his sword, which was also covered in blood, and clashed with them.

bang!!

Amidst the dust rising from the explosion, Chugae, who was already a beggar, opened his mouth in a completely disheveled state.

“What a terrifying internal energy. Just how many people’s essence and blood have you absorbed!”

Chugae also noticed that the author’s internal energy was built up by absorbing the blood of others.

But the old man’s response to Chugae’s criticism was a laugh.

“Huh. How hypocritical. After all, martial arts is something that is built up by winning battles. Haven’t you also seen countless bloodsheds in the process of becoming stronger? Killing enemies and gaining enlightenment, and killing enemies and taking blood. What’s the difference?”

At the proud old man’s shout, Chugae felt like he was about to burst into laughter despite the urgency of the situation.

If you had no dog sound, you could only learn how to learn that you can only learn the ark.

“As you said, I have not killed anyone. But at least I have never killed anyone to become stronger! Above all, you cannot gain enlightenment by killing the weak!”

“Hahahaha! That makes our blood sect’s martial arts even more amazing. By taking the blood of incompetent bastards, we can become even greater.”

The old man who said that seemed to have realized something and added with a grin.

“Ah, now that I think about it, I guess it was you who envied my body’s Cheonhyeolsimgong and Yeokcheonhyeolsaldo method. Hahaha. If you swear to join our blood sect from now on, I will grant you divine power.”

At the old man’s words, Chugae’s expression twisted.

‘As expected, the Blood Cult is a public enemy that all the martial arts world must join forces to kill.’

With that kind of mindset, massacres must have been committed without a second thought in the past as well.

The problem was that, as expected from an old man who had become stronger through inhumane methods, he was quite capable.

Wedge!

A little while ago, the Biryonggakju, who had been repelled by the old man’s strong energy, used stealth to launch a surprise attack.

visor!

“Hahaha! This is a martial arts performance that is unlike that of the Jeongpa bastards who called us cowards!”

The old man simply blocked the blow and laughed.

‘Tsk.’

Chugae clicked his tongue inwardly.

The reason they stopped fighting and had a useless conversation was to give the injured Biryonggakju time to catch his breath and launch a surprise attack.

Pot!

The swordsman who had crossed the river once again used his sword to help Biryonggakju, who was in danger.

A few rounds of fighting the old man again with the Biryonggakju.

‘If things continue like this, it’s dangerous.’

Chugae felt a sense of unease, as if he was being chased.

It wasn’t just because of that old man wielding a blood-red sword.

Rather, it was because of what was happening in front of me, at the altar.

An old man called the Three Elders who controls the flow of absurdly large energy.

I don’t know the true nature of the great law the author is practicing, but I can’t even imagine what kind of terrible things will happen if it is completed.

The Maitreya incarnation that had moved to deal with the old man was diligently killing the Blood Cultists, but it seemed that if he made a mistake, the Great Law would be completed.

‘Is that the only way?’

Chugae glanced at the Biryongakju once and made a decision.

Although the actions of the Biryongakju are suspicious, the safety of Gangho is the top priority for Chugae.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Chugae boldly extended his sword towards the old man’s long sword that was flying towards him as if it would cut him in two.

One hand towards the blade of the long sword, the other hand towards the hand of the old man wielding the long sword.

The old man, who understood the intention of the attack, smiled bitterly and further raised the energy in his danjeon.

He tried to block the sword with one hand, which was barely blocked with both swords, so I decided to cut off his hand in one fell swoop.

However, things did not go as the old man expected.

bang!!

The old man’s sword stopped in midair with a huge bang. He was still caught in Chukai’s left hand.

“!?”

For the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in the old man’s eyes.

A strong energy that was incomparable to that before was surging through the throne room.

It was an innate talent.

For the sake of Kangho’s safety, it was Chugae who chose Donggwi Eojin.

He had to pull up his innate energy, which could be called his life force, and forcibly pull up all the energy that was in his dantian, so blood was constantly flowing out from the corner of his mouth.

That wasn’t all. Because I had used too much energy, my danjeon cracked and a terrible pain came up from my lower abdomen.

As his dantian shattered like a bowl dropped on the floor, Chugae grabbed the old man’s arm, who was swinging his sword, with the remaining two swords to prevent him from running away.

“Thank you.”

The sword of the Biryonggakju, who did not miss the opportunity, pierced the old man’s heart.

“Ugh… .”

The old man of the Blood Cult, groaning with a heavy heart, fell to his knees in vain and collapsed.

“Coolook… .”

Chugae, who had vomited out a handful of clear blood, looked at the Biryonggakju through his blurry vision.

‘Please. I hope my judgment wasn’t wrong.’

* * *

When Ilmok had killed about half of the Blood Cultists blocking his path, a major change occurred on the battlefield.

The continuous sound of explosions coming from behind suddenly disappeared.

Crunch!

The secret swordsmanship of the Biryonggakju, who had joined without anyone noticing, cut off the head of the Blood Cultist.

‘What happened to Chugae?’

With such questions in mind, Ilmok went to deal with the Blood Cultists together with the Biryonggakju.

It was a situation where the phrase ‘May Day’ came to mind.

And this was nothing short of a disaster for the Blood Cultists.

Even though I couldn’t properly block a single one, they were falling one by one. Thanks to the Biryonggakju joining in, I started getting swept away helplessly.

Just then, a second change occurred on the battlefield.

The huge energy that was swirling around in the center of the altar was quickly sucked away somewhere.

“shit.”

“Is it too late?”

Immediately after Ilmok and Biryonggakju each muttered to themselves, the three elders who had been practicing the Great Law just a moment ago opened their eyes wide and stood up.

But for some reason, even though the old man got up, nothing unusual happened.

And at first glance, a possibility came to mind.

‘I guess it might have stopped in the middle.’

Aside from the massive flow of energy in the center of the altar, energy had already been rushing toward this empty space from all directions. An energy that reeked of blood.

And even at this moment when the old man stopped practicing the Great Law, the qi was still flowing along the engraved paths throughout the empty space.

To be precise, they were heading towards the center of the altar, but were unable to proceed any further and were dispersing.

There were two main possibilities: either the remaining energy was from the end of the Great Law, or the Great Law was stopped in the middle.

And from the words of the old man who had raised his body, Ichimoku could tell that it was the latter.

“I will drain the energy that has flown away because of you guys, and fill it with your blood. Without leaving a single grain behind.”

For a moment, a bloody aura swelled around the body of the old man, who was muttering in a strange tone of voice as if reciting a spell.

The old man’s energy mixed with the surrounding blood that was lost and scattered, as if resonating.

In an instant, a huge blood aura grew in size and covered Ichimoku and Biryonggakju.