Episode 1585. Then who are you? (5)
Jang Il-so slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
The eyes of the court looking at this were infinitely heavy.
“That’s it, you lose.”
His voice was as heavy as his eyes, but when Jang Il-so looked at him like that, there was light contempt and frivolous ridicule in his eyes.
“Hmm, there’s no need to say anything anyway, right?”
From the moment we stand facing each other, there is only one thing left.
It is the same regardless of the intention behind the move or the inner meaning.
If the court kills Jang Il-so, he will become a hero who prevented Kang-ho’s troubles. Conversely, if Jang Il-so kills Beopjeong, wouldn’t he be evaluated as Hyo-ung (梟雄), the first person in the history of the Four Sects to trample on the Nine Sects and kill a Shaolin leader?
The intention behind it has no meaning whatsoever. What remains is just the result. The simple result is whose hand grabs the other person’s head first.
“Don’t we all have the same needs?”
As the court’s tone became more explicit, Jang Il-so let out a light laugh as if he liked it.
“You might need my head, but I don’t? What should I use that old hair for? “Even dogs won’t eat it.”
The court’s eyebrows twitched for a moment.
It’s like he’s the head of Shaolin. Where on earth have you ever experienced such a terrible insult? Although he is considered the leader of Sapa, the author’s frivolity has gone too far.
“That’s not what I ‘need.’ That’s not what I ‘want’ either.”
“…Then what do you want, loser?”
Jang Il-so’s fingertips, whose blood was drying, twitched slightly.
“well. That’s something you can’t give. But at least it will be entertainment. “I wonder what kind of expression you will make when your solemn mask comes off and you have to reveal your inner self.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The court quietly chanted its disapproval.
As expected, further conversation is meaningless. The court knows that and Jang Il-so also knows that.
Wow.
The court’s grip slowly tightened. Leave enough space in your hands. It’s like grabbing the air.
Shaolin’s unique fist. A power that abandons the desire to harm the opponent and contains the mercy of subjugation. No matter what kind of villain you deal with, the Fist of Shaolin does not change.
However, there was a strange emptiness in the court’s eyes as he glanced down at his lightly clenched fist.
Does it make sense?
Dharma is infinite and its teachings have no end. But how vain is it to talk about mercy to the author?
At this moment, is the reason why you feel that what you have believed and learned your whole life is useless is because the Dharma is not perfect? Or is it because there is still so much to learn?
The court did not know. Just…
coo.
I clenched my fists slightly tighter.
I can’t tell you how many times it’s been since I shared a book with someone. Now it’s too far away to remember.
It seems like more than ten years have passed since we last had a battle over life or death, or even a light sparring.
I never imagined that I would have the chance to fight a life-or-death battle with someone while I was still alive.
Has his martial arts, which was once called the divine power of Song Shan and garnered praise from all over the world, faded?
Perhaps the author will answer that question.
“Preparation takes quite a long time. “Have your hands become heavy because it’s not long until you die?”
Even the court had times like that. There was a time when I believed that I could achieve anything and do whatever I wanted.
But as time went by, I eventually found out. If you truly want to achieve something, you must know how to wait patiently.
“wee. “Just one moment.”
“hmm?”
“It was your fault and defeat for not being able to endure it.”
Tooung.
As soon as he finished speaking, the court’s feet lightly touched the ground.
It was not the strong thrust typical of Shaolin, but a light thrust, as if it were literally being thrown. At the same time, the fists continued as naturally as water flowing. A truly concise extension.
Touuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
At that moment, Jang Il-so’s large body quickly bounced backwards as if he had been hit by a huge hammer. His head was thrown back so hard that it felt like it was going to break.
“I…!”
Those who were watching were so shocked by the sight that they couldn’t even scream.
‘Gyeok factory?’
This is a level that any deacon who knows how to use internal energy will reach at some point. A foundation for rising that spreads its power beyond the air.
If you look at this alone, it is not that great.
What is surprising is not the attack itself, but the fact that a strike of this much power can be launched with just a light gesture.
How much strength do you have and how much mastery do you have to have to be able to launch such a ridiculous attack?
And… if he can create that much power with just a single power plant, how strong can the power he unleashes at will be!
That’s it!
Jang Il-so’s feet dug into the ground, creating scratch-like marks.
Jang Il-so, who had managed to stand up after a long while, slowly pulled up his waist, which was bent as if it might break.
Grumble.
Jang Il-so’s lips are bleeding with new blood. Even this seemed bizarre and exaggerated.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The court reverently recited its disapproval, as if it would not be swayed by the wickedness. The other disciples of the nine sects were all overwhelmed by the sight.
Shaolin’s court.
His power, which was once talked about in the world under the name of Seongsan Shinkwon (嵩山神拳), has been revealed to the whole world.
I couldn’t help but hold my breath and tremble at that formidable presence.
“The three poisons are the three afflictions that make life miserable.”
“….”
“Greed (貪慾), true love (瞋恚) and uchi (愚癡). “You coveted what you should not covet, and you were jealous and envious of everything in the world.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes were filled with a bright blue expression of life.
“Greed and righteousness… Then uchi (愚癡). What is my foolishness? “What do you think I didn’t know?”
“You should have known. “The world you live in is not everything.”
“Hahahahahahaha!”
Jang Il-so burst into laughter as if he had heard a great joke.
“Hehe! Hahahaha! That answer is a masterpiece. Is it a mortal sin not to know that such an amazing person is here? Hahahaha!”
Paaaaaa!
When Jang Il-so waved his hand, the rings that had been flying in all directions flew back into his hand. Jang Il-so leisurely put the rings back on his hand, opened his hand to examine it, and slowly clenched his fist.
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!
The eerie sound of metal rubbing against each other rang out.
“Yeah… that definitely might be the case.”
Jang Il-so, with both hands slowly hanging down, began to walk towards the court with a cute expression on his face.
The power to misunderstand everything in the world. He is truly a loser.
It has not yet been proven whether his military education is comparable to that court, but his momentum was never lacking in the court.
“Then you too should be aware of this.”
“….”
“The reason you die… is because of the disgust of fooling yourself by pretending to be solemn.”
Jang Il-so smiles brightly.
“Do you understand?”
Those words were a signal.
bang!
Quang!
Jang Il-so and Beopjeong’s feet hit the ground at the same time.
Sapa first area and Jeongdo first area.
Their fists began to roar even more harshly at each other.
Quaaaaa!
A storm of wild energy rushed in all directions.
Those who were trying to kill each other from afar suddenly stopped their hands and turned their heads.
Fluctuating golden light and blue evil energy.
Everyone there felt it. Who is the owner of those two energies?
Sapa first area and Jeongdo first area. It is a life-or-death battle between those two people to kill each other. How often do you get the chance to see a match like that with your own eyes throughout an era?
Moreover, regardless of whether they are strong or weak, those who practice martial arts are all captivated by the single word martial (武). My eyes kept turning to that place.
But unfortunately, this is a battlefield.
“Aaaahhh!”
Someone came to their senses and swung a sword, taking the life of the possessed one.
That death resounded like the sound of pottery breaking on the floor, shattering the battlefield that had been frozen for a while.
“Die!”
“You dirty Sapa bastard!”
Blood-stained weapons rush towards each other again, and boiling blood scatters in all directions.
A once-in-a-lifetime battle is taking place right next to us, but no one can focus on it.
Those who fear for their lives, those who are caught up in the madness of battle, and those who are simply faithful to given orders. Everyone had no choice but to concentrate on cutting, stabbing, and biting those in front of them.
So, paradoxically, the rare life-or-death decision that took place in the midst of such a large gathering of people took place in absolute solitude.
Coo!
Fists collided with fists.
The court’s fist, imbued with a golden glow, instantly repelled Jang Il-so’s fist, which was wrapped in a blue sword.
“Amitabha Buddha!”
The court’s fist instantly drew a dozen fists in the air.
Anti-Demon Diamond Fist!
The gold-colored spirits the size of a human body flew toward Jang Il-so at the speed of a lightning bolt.
Faaat.
Jang Il-so walked unsteadily as if he was drunk. Although they tore down his fluttering long sleeves, they could not touch his body. Jang Il-so managed to avoid all the powers that came at him.
However, it is too early to be reassured.
Quaaaang!
At that moment, an enormous shock came over Jang Il-so’s heart.
“Tsk!”
Blood spurted out from his retreating mouth.
Baekbo Shinwon. In terms of speed, no martial arts in the world is even qualified to compare to this, and that is why the rare and unrivaled fists that have dared to be called ‘divine powers’ have been unfolded one after another.
Since it was a White Treasure Divine Fist that was forcibly twisted and unfolded before the power of the Anti-Demon Diamond Fist had even faded away, the court focused on its speed rather than its power. It was a fist extended with the intention of not giving the opponent even a chance to escape, and it completely achieved its intention.
Coooooo!
Now, Baekbo Divine Powers with even more power are unfolding one after another.
Every time Jang Il-so kicked the ground and escaped, the ground was dented as if a meteor had fallen.
“under!”
Jang Il-so opened his eyes, smiled, and spread his hands. The rings on the fingers spun violently with internal force and rushed towards the court.
but!
“Amitabha Buddha.”
bang! Ta-ta-ta-tang!
Not a single one of those rings reached the court’s body. This is because of the intelligence that emanates from the court’s fingers. The Tanjishintong (彈指神通), which Shaolin boasts to the world, deflected all the flying rings.
An unimaginable feat of deflecting rings flying at a faster speed than arrows shot from a steel bow.
Even Jang Il-so widened his eyes in front of that incredible sight.
Tooung.
The court’s feet lightly kicked the ground. At the same time, the body divides into nine and each assumes a posture symbolizing Buddha.
The world is a scene like a Buddhist painting on canvas.
It was a scene where the divine law of Shaolin, which can only be mastered when it reaches its peak, was reproduced through the body of the court.
Coo!
The court appeared right in front of Jang Il-so and pushed his chest.
Kaang!
However, the name of the defeated army, Jang Il-so, is not Heo Myung.
His senses, stretched to the limit, responded faithfully to the unimaginable attacks of the court. His crossed wrists, or rather the bracelets on them, blocked the court’s palms.
At that moment, the court’s hand, bent like a dragon’s claw, grabbed Jang Il-so’s bracelet.
bang!
Soon, the chief’s heart penetrated into Jang Il-so’s solar plexus.
Usuro pulled the bracelet he was holding and struck his chest with his left hand.
The shock that shook his entire internal organs was overwhelming, but at that moment, Jang Il-so violently shook his head as if he had been hit in the face instead of the stomach.
Paaaaaa!
The white intelligence narrowly grazed Jang Il-so’s cheek.
Iljiseon (一指禪).
Beopjeong, who had suppressed Jang Ilso’s hand with Park Ryongsu (縛龍手), opened his hand in a split second and threw away Iljiseon’s finger.
Blood began to spread from Jang Il-so’s cheek due to the irregular attack.
But the attacks on the court were not over.
bang!
He struck Jang Il-so’s inner leg, which had been spread to withstand the impact, with his knee. At the same time, with the same momentum as Taesan, he hit Jang Il-so with his shoulder.
Couuuuuuuuck!
There was a sound like a huge mountain collapsing, and Jang Il-so’s body was thrown backwards.
“Ah-mi-ta-bull!”
The court took the class leader and stretched out his sword towards Jang Il-so, who was bouncing back.
The golden Jangyeong (掌影) instantly increased in size and flew towards Jang Il-so like the hand of Guanyin (觀音) destroying the devil.
Kwaaaaaaaaaa!
A huge shock wave swept everywhere along with a terrifying explosion.
