Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 258



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 258

Enemy (5)

Pot!

Ilmok boldly swung his sword and charged towards the Biryonggakju.

“Ugh.”

While the dragon’s horn barely blocked the blow, he let out a choked groan.

Whoosh!

A series of attacks followed, with Ichimoku having retrieved his sword.

The Talhonmujeonggeom is not a martial art that can kill with one blow, but rather a sword art that focuses on an endless flow.

The sword path drawn by the Ascension Sword continues without pause like flowing water.

However, it was not like the shaman’s Taegeum sword technique, which continued smoothly and endlessly in a circle.

Kwai, Yoo, Kang, Byeon.

The sword that was swinging quickly suddenly curved smoothly, the sword stroke that was flowing smoothly suddenly became strong, and the strong sword technique suddenly split into several parts to deceive the enemy’s eyes.

Even while demonstrating the magic of the sword, there were various variations mixed in, such as the sword energy that was secretly extended to target vital points while making use of the magic of pleasure.

A swordsmanship technique that relentlessly squeezes the opponent, eventually making them give up everything.

A sword technique called the Talhonmujeonggeom because the face looked as if the soul had left the body.

Ilmok drew a sword path worthy of its name and pressed forward on the Biryonggakju.

Crunch!

The Biryonggakju, who barely managed to block or dodge the sword strikes of Ichimoku and rolled to the ground, was busy repeatedly retreating.

But why is that?

The expression on Ichimoku’s face as he continued to press his opponent was not very bright.

It wasn’t because of the precariously tight, barely hanging on, barely within reach that I was anxious.

As the name suggests, he just kept on attacking the Biryonggakju with an indifferent expression.

The expression on the face of the Biryongakju, who had been fidgeting and being pushed around helplessly, suddenly changed.

Wedge!

A brief but quick and sharp blow flew through the gap between the swords of Ichibō.

Crunch!

An eerie cutting sound echoed, and the side of Ichimoku’s body was cut off.

“Hmm.”

As I narrowly avoided the one room I had prepared, the Biryonggakju showed a strange reaction.

‘I expected this.’

The fact that the Biryonggakju had been pushed back until now was smoke.

It wasn’t meant to deceive the opponent. It was just meant to draw him into a battlefield where he had an advantage.

Even at this moment, blood was rushing towards the center of the altar that had been blown up by the zombies.

Of course, the center of the altar was destroyed, and the three elders were dead, so the blood that had gathered was spreading out into the air in vain.

The problem was that there were still places where blood was rushing in.

And the eight princes of the Demonic Cult had a magic sword that could absorb their blood energy, so fighting near them was close to suicide.

That’s why I was deceiving my opponent and pretending to be pushed back all the time.

Surely, I would not have thought you would react to that surprise attack.

‘You seem to have more practical experience than you look.’

Even as he thought about that, there was no sign of bewilderment in the eyes of the Biryongakju.

Now that he had retreated to the battlefield he wanted, he was confident that he could handle it.

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‘Tsk.’

Ichimoku, who had avoided the surprise attack of the Biryonggakju, clicked his tongue inwardly.

I started noticing that the guy was acting around the third time he swung his sword.

That would be the case, since we fought together and I had some idea of ​​that guy’s abilities.

It was absurd that someone who was at least as good as him, and perhaps one or two levels higher, was being pushed out so easily.

And it wasn’t hard to guess why the guy was acting like he was being pushed around.

‘It must be because of the Ascension Sword.’

Still, the reason he continued to chase the author and continued to attack him was simple.

Anyway, if we let them run away, it would be difficult for us.

Either way, I had to hang on and kill that bastard here.

It was also because I thought there was a good chance of winning that I pursued it.

Unlike himself, who fought while absorbing blood energy thanks to the Ascension Sword, that guy must have used up a lot of his internal energy in battle.

Immediately after narrowly avoiding the surprise attack of the Biryonggakju, Ichimoku still maintained an indifferent expression and continued to attack in succession as before.

Even if their skills were one or two levels behind, the decision was made that they could just push through with the overwhelming difference in their internal energy.

It seemed like the same flow as before was continuing, but there was a big difference.

The Biryonggakju, who had been acting flustered, calmly blocked or dodged Ichimoku’s attacks with a cold expression.

Wedge!

The counterattack of the Biryonggakju, which occasionally sneaked in between the swords of Ichimoku, was incredibly fierce.

Crunch!

The sword of the Biryonggakju aims for Ichimoku’s face, and a scar is drawn on Ichimoku’s cheek as he barely turns his head.

It was only then that Ichimoku realized that there was one thing he had overlooked.

‘… So you learned a martial art that minimizes the consumption of internal energy.’

The movements of the Biryongakju were extremely simple.

It was a little different from Jeong Jung-dong’s secret of overcoming speed with slowness.

It was a martial art that allowed for stealthy and quick swordsmanship by eliminating unnecessary movements as much as possible.

The Biryonggakju seemed to have no fear, dodging Ichimoku’s sword by just a sheet of paper and occasionally counterattacking.

Since it was impossible to know when a counterattack targeting a vital point would come, the tension on the part of Ichimoku, who was actually continuing the offensive, was running dry.

Crunch!

Once again, Ichimoku’s clothes are torn off as he quickly turns around in the face of a surprise counterattack.

Every time the Biryonggakju’s counterattack burst out, the flowing sword path of Ichimoku creaked.

And because of that unnatural movement, another problem that Ichimoku had overlooked arose.

The blood energy that had been absorbed by the Ascension Sword began to cause seizures.

‘shit.’

Ilmok gritted his teeth at the pungent smell of blood rising from his stomach, but a stream of blood flowed out of his mouth.

A bitter smile appears on the lips of the Biryongakju, who did not miss the blood.

“This is the price you pay for using dirty energy so recklessly.”

Instead of responding to his opponent’s provocation, Ichimoku swung his sword again.

Because I felt like if I opened my mouth, the blood would flow out again.

visor!

Until then, Biryonggakju had been saving his energy as much as possible and only occasionally counterattacking, but after clashing swords with Ilmok, he suddenly turned into an offensive attack.

Since I had noticed my opponent’s condition, I decided that there was no reason to miss the opportunity.

visor!

How many times can you hold out while blocking or dodging the sword of the Biryonggakju?

As expected by the Biryonggakju, the bloodlust that was racing through Ichimoku’s blood vessels was becoming increasingly severe.

In the midst of a life-or-death crossroads, Ichimoku’s mind furiously recalled the past in order to find a way to survive. It was as if he was looking at a revolving lantern.

And one more thing. A solution that isn’t a solution came to mind.

‘Can you do it?’

At first I speculated on the feasibility of the solution, but soon realized that it was pointless.

‘If I can’t do it, I’ll die anyway.’

After making up his mind, Ichimoku forcibly stopped the flow of blood that had caused the seizure.

While the pain surged through the blood vessels of his entire body, the blood energy that had been forcibly twisted flowed through the blood vessels and rushed into the Ascension Sword.

Wheeing!

The sword energy on the surface of the Ascension Sword, which was spitting out the sword’s name, split into small pieces and spread out in all directions.

Like a thread.

It wasn’t that I created the sword thread.

The sword energy, divided into dozens of branches, spread out in all directions like a spider web, putting pressure on the Biryonggakju.

It looked as if Dam-bin had used the dark magic technique of bloodletting to spread his wings.

In reality, Ichimoku was imitating her martial arts.

The solution that Ichimoku just came up with was something he realized during his encounter with her.

The flow of energy can be manipulated completely freely according to one’s will.

It was a path that had to be taken to escape from the curse, but it was a path that had not yet been taken even one step properly.

I decided to try it now, not during normal times, but when my temper was running wild.

Suddenly, bundles of sword energy spread out in all directions from the sword of the eight-legged lord and flew like spider webs. The Biryonggakju, who had a surprised expression on his face, quickly pulled away.

Crunch!

A series of cutting sounds rang out, and the place where the Biryongakju was was struck by black energy.

“Tsk.”

Ilmok clicked his tongue lightly as if he felt regret.

Unlike Dam-bin’s dark magic bullet, there was no medium called thread, so it could not be controlled after it was fired.

Ilmok swallowed his regret and swung his sword while digging towards the Biryonggakju.

However, it was not a movement learned while practicing the Talhonmujeonggeom.

‘Don’t leave it to the familiar flow.’

Forget the movements you have been doing habitually.

You also forget the natural flow of energy that you have learned through the Talhonmujeonggeom.

Just, every moment, forcibly leading the most optimal movement and flow of energy.

Suddenly, the swordsmanship of the Demonic Cult’s Palgongja changed, and Biryonggakju’s face became filled with confusion.

The swordsmanship that had been used until just now had varied greatly, but there was a certain flow and rules.

However, there was nothing like that in the author’s movements now.

It was as if a madman obsessed with money was swinging his sword wildly.

However, the surprise was short-lived. The experienced Biryonggakju soon regained his composure and calmly dealt with the swordsmanship of the eight princes.

Just consider it as the opponent’s last desperate attempt.

Crunch!

The front of the Biryonggakju was cut off by a sword that flew in from an unexpected path.

Crunch!

As Biryonggakju barely avoids the strange sword, a faint stream of blood flows out from Ichimoku’s arm.

A burning pain rose up his arm, but there was no change in Ichimoku’s face.

In the process of dealing with the blood that caused the seizure, it was nothing compared to the excruciating pain that was transmitted through the blood vessels.

No. Before I knew it, Ichimoku couldn’t even feel the pain.

Forget the first step. Forget the years of training. Forget the pain. Forget yourself.

In Ichimoku’s mind, which had fallen into a state of no-self, the only thing that came to mind was the sword.

‘What is this….’

At some point, the composure and coolness disappeared from the face of the Biryongakju, who was once again on the defensive.

And then, belatedly, some information emerged from a corner of Biryongakju’s mind.

– A genius who mastered swordsmanship at the age of sixteen and martial arts at the age of seventeen.

– The greatest talent in magic, surpassing the current Cheonma-in Hyukryun Ilhwi.

Anecdotes about the eight disciples of the Demonic Cult, heard while gathering information about the Cheonmasin Church.

At the time, I thought it was all just ridiculous nonsense.

‘Are you saying that you keep getting stronger as you fight…?’

Only then did Biryonggakju realize that the young boy who was fighting him was truly a genius without parallel in the martial arts world.

In addition to that.

‘If that guy is that point, it means he reached his current level in just three and a half years!’

Biryonggakju, who realized that fact, gritted his teeth with a determined expression.

The purpose has changed.

‘I will kill you on this spot. Even if it means I die.’

If that guy were to live and grow up, a terrible world of magic would unfold in the Central Plains.

While Biryonggakju was preparing to fight alone, Donggwijin.

The moment I fell into a state of selflessness, I reached my limit.

In a way, every moment was a limit.

As the blood flow became stronger, I was dealing with it with a higher level of enlightenment.

The precarious tug-of-war between obsession with money and enlightenment, like walking on thin ice, has finally reached a dead end.

In the midst of the violent outburst of blood that seemed as if it would burst out of every orifice in his body at any moment, Ichimoku, who had fallen into a state of selflessness, came up with a strange method.

Ichimoku, whose mind was already engrossed in the topic of the sword, carried out the thought that came to his mind without any hesitation.

He forcibly guided the blood that was running wild throughout his body and guided it to the Sword of Ascension. It was as if he was gathering all the poison that had spread throughout his body and pushing it out of his body.

As the blood energy that was difficult to control spread out in all directions piled up, a sword energy was formed on the Ascension Sword.

The strangely shaped steel that crackled due to the repulsive force looked more like a sword thunder than a sword steel.

Wheeeeeeing.

Is it because of that recoil? The Ascension Sword, which is worthy of being called a famous sword, screams as if it will explode at any moment.

Looking at the sword lightning that looked terrifying at first glance, Biryonggakju boldly faced it and drew his sword.

I wasn’t trying to block or clash with that sword.

‘We die together.’

The black sword of the Biryonggakju passed by Prince Pal’s sword and headed towards Prince Pal’s heart.

At that very moment, Ichimoku, who had been forcibly controlling his temper, completely lost control of it.

Bang!

A noise like something breaking pierced Biryongakju’s ears.

The energy that had been tied to the Sword of Ascension shattered into pieces, splitting into hundreds of fragments that spread out in all directions.

The smoke from the shards of the river filled the sight of the dragon’s horn.

‘This… can’t be happening.’

The sword of the Biryongakju, which had dozens of holes pierced all over its body, stopped in front of Ichimoku’s heart.