Episode 419 Prophecy teacher Lee Ja-ha.
The correct situation was for the carriage to move away and then stop, but it moved until it was out of our sight.
“uh?”
Now that I think about it, staying this far away will help the cult leader as much as possible. So, the driver was moving as far away as possible to discourage those who would challenge the religious leader.
The blood cult leader who was watching spoke in a cold tone.
“…Do it in moderation. How far are you going?”
I thought the carriage might have stopped a good distance away, but the blood cultist’s damning words widened the distance again. It means that he is a really stubborn man who also has a coachman.
While everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, the leader spoke.
“done.”
Only then did I hear the coachman’s voice from afar.
“Yes, leader.”
So, regardless of whether the blood cult leader lost his temper or not, it had no effect on the coachman at all. Now, the two people who were supposed to be competing against each other stood up at the same time and tore left and right as if they were displeased.
When I thought about it.
For long distances, white-clothed monks have the advantage, and for short distances, blood cultists have the advantage.
Based on his tendency, it is obvious that the Blood Cultist will use his aerial power to explode into the air in the beginning. Because the coachman lost his temper. Human psychology is so fluid.
On the other hand, the white-robed student is the type of person who moves steadily to the Jeunjong but then reverses at the last minute.
So the key to winning was the distance to the carriage.
Is this a long distance or a short distance?
To put it bluntly, it is a short distance, but since you have to stop once along the way to take a picture of the carriage and then change direction, being a student in white is more advantageous. This is because the white-robed student’s naivety has depth.
Of course, I don’t know if my prediction will be correct.
I looked around at the people and spoke as if proposing a bet.
“Vote for the white robe student.”
The blood cult leader looked at me with a frown.
“What if I win?”
I pointed to the Mugabisu on the table.
“I will give you a dagger as a gift.”
The blood cult leader smiled and looked ahead.
“Munju give me a signal.”
I held up my finger and said, “Just right.” He said it out loud.
“…depart.”
The head of blood religion soared into the air, red blood energy hanging down to the left and right, and underneath it, the white-clothed monk stretched out the Emperor’s Bell with his body tilted forward.
The two spread out like a gale.
In the place where the two were, only the moonlight and the light of the manor remained.
Before I knew it, I could hardly hear any sound.
Soon, a dull sound, like hitting the palm of one’s hand, was heard faintly, and a strange sight was seen. The blood cult leader, who had stretched out into the air, returned while running on the ground. Conversely, in the air, the white-robed scholar descended at an incredible speed, and as soon as he arrived before the blood cult leader, he pulled out the Mohist sword on the table.
In terms of breathing, the speed is so similar that there is not even a difference of one breath.
The white-robed student laughed with an unlucky expression and threw the ink sword at me.
I looked at the head of the Blood Cult while putting the Mogabisu in my arms.
“As I expected, the white-robed student was a little faster. It’s a shame. “A win is a win.”
In fact, this was a conclusion that came about because the white-robed student was more subtle.
Suddenly, the head of the Blood Cult stood up, let out a long laugh like a madman, and looked around at us.
Perhaps because of the use of blood energy, the blood cult leader’s face is literally bright red.
For some reason, the blood cult leader was still laughing excessively like he was out of his mind.
If you laugh for a long time alone when no one is laughing, there is a high possibility that you are crazy. As an expert on crazy people, I know this well.
Suddenly this thought occurred to me.
Isn’t the head of the blood religion a man with a surprisingly deep sense of inferiority at the base of his mind? So, while he was confident that others were laughing at him, the adverse effect of that was spreading into laughter.
There is an attitude that I secretly dislike, and that is to judge what is happening based only on one’s own standards.
There are few things more disgusting than conclusions without insight.
‘Tsk…’
the blood cult leader asked while looking around at us.
“Is it funny?”
It was somewhat obvious how things would go, but I answered in a calm tone.
“No one laughed. Don’t be mistaken.”
“Wasn’t everyone laughing?”
“Are you saying I can’t laugh a little while watching the dance? But in the end, no one laughed openly. You yourself must have laughed at yourself. That’s usually how mania starts, so don’t blame others. There is no one here who will accept your insistence. “This is not Tongcheonbang.”
A bright red aura flickered in the blood cult leader’s eyes.
“Is that so?”
The blood cult leader grinned and looked at the cult leader.
“Anyway, I know I can’t be the leader’s opponent right now.”
The religious leader answered.
“so.”
“What good will it be if White Clothes Student and I take away the power of the religious leader? I hope that the cult leader will have a fair fight with Munju. “I will continue my competition with the white robe student.”
As if he had become a person who spoke only of his own thoughts, the head of the blood religion spoke bluntly to the white-robed scholar.
“…light attack is not everything.”
I knew it would be like this.
The white-robed student answered while waving the white fan he had taken out of his arms.
“I knew you would come out like that. “Would you have rather lost?”
As the white-robed student laughed heartily, the blood cult leader glared at him with a smile on his face. In fact, the only people who could stop this crazy blood cult leader were Cheonak and the cult leader.
Now, when the blood cult leader becomes obsessed with something…
he has become a man who thinks bad and worse rather than a person who thinks good and good.
There are various types of mania, but this kind of mania is similar to that of a rabid dog. Who will change this trend? It would only be possible to change if he was beaten to death.
Cheonak, who was watching, smiled and said.
“Blood Demon, do you want to be torn limb from limb right here? “It seems like you have selective anger, but if you are willing to challenge me, I will accept you.”
The head of the blood cult was a man whose attitude changed so drastically that it was so surprising that in the end he couldn’t say anything to Cheonak.
However, this situation seemed to stimulate the heart of the white-clothed student even more.
“Blood cult leader Cheonak is scary and I look like an idiot? I will deal with you however you want. “Whether it’s a fight or a life-or-death decision, do whatever you want.”
When the situation turned like this, everyone except the religious leader looked at me.
“hmm.”
I deliberately looked at the leader.
The religious leader spoke as if telling the two people to listen.
“You get offended so easily over trivial things. Even I can’t determine the superiority or inferiority of the two of you just by making predictions, so do as you wish. “If you want to fight, you have to fight.”
The white student said.
“You don’t do this for just a few words. “Because he is a man who has killed a student in the first place.”
The blood cult leader said in an absurd tone.
“When did I?”
“Did you kill just one or two masters? “You were the only one who didn’t know.”
“Tell me who you killed.”
The white student said.
“You once killed the previous Yunhyangmun lord…”
“Ah, was Yunhyangmun a scholar-power? “You idiot, you’re telling me something like that.”
The white-robed student laughed.
“Would I care about that?”
At this time, Cheonak stood up from his seat.
“….”
As soon as I saw Cheonak’s expression, I knew that the blood cult leader would soon be beaten. Of course, I wasn’t the only one who noticed. If you were careful with your snout, you could fight off a white-robed student, but in the end, such a mad dog would end up getting beaten on its own.
If it had been Tongcheonbang, there would have been an uproar, but this place is a volcano.
As soon as he saw Cheonak’s expression, the white-clothed student also kept his mouth shut.
Since he was not a man who asked for permission or sought understanding, Cheonak went straight to the head of the blood cult.
The blood cult leader asked.
“Is this a heavenly evil challenge?”
“You’re out of your mind.”
As soon as Cheonak finished speaking, the two men clashed.
Is the white-robed student smart?
Or is the blood cult leader so crazy that he is reckless?
Or is it because he is a man that Cheonak never forgets?
Even putting it all together, I thought it was strange. This means that Baekui Seosaeng has not shared this information with Cheonak.
Anyway, the fight, which had a lot to see, went as expected. The blood cult’s movements on a moonlit night were like watching a red spider spraying blood in all directions.
He was dealing with heavenly evils with flashy, violent, rough, insidious, and terrible attacks…
but in general, all the various attacks were scattered in vain in front of this overwhelming man. However, since he was a man with a high level of leadership, this fight was fun to watch.
When it seemed that the hand of Heavenly Evil had grabbed the blood cult leader’s shoulder, the blood cult leader, who had been scattering as if he had sent out his alter ego, suddenly took a counterattack. So, he was using magic techniques that couldn’t be understood with common sense.
To summarize…
there was no movement like this while dealing with Samjae earlier.
It was also a moment where it was revealed that he was a truly treacherous person. However, that does not mean that the blood cult’s surprise attack worked. Heavenly Evil’s explosive movement effortlessly evaded, blocked, and destroyed the Blood Cult’s extraordinary surprise attack.
Then, every time the Heavenly Evil’s attack hit me…
the Blood Cultist’s body was scattering like ripples, and I thought that if I got caught once, I would get seriously injured. He had already been holding out against Cheonak for about thirty seconds, but as the fight got longer, Cheonak’s expression actually became more calm.
I never thought his calm expression could be this scary.
Looking at it this way, Cheonakdo was not normal.
He got up in anger, then quickly calmed down and fought, and every time he increased his attack power little by little, he was smiling as if he was having fun.
Where did so many crazy people come from?
Slowly, the blood cult leader must have thought that he was going to be beaten to death, and the blood energy surrounding his whole body spread out in all directions like hell.
Moyongbaek and Maehwajangju retreated back as if to escape.
We, who were watching nearby, also stood up and used our hands to swat away the hot air that flew in from time to time.
The only person who stayed still and watched was the religious leader.
In the meantime, the voice of Cheonak flowed out.
“…Is this the end? Struggling harder. “It looks much better than when it flutters its snout.”
It seems that the provocation worked well, as a huge wave of blood surged from the blood cult and split into dozens of whips, covering the heavenly evil. At the same time, bright red sword steel poured out like a thunderbolt from the Blood Cultist’s long sword that had just been drawn.
How can this be called a match?
It looked like he was struggling to avoid getting hit.
However, the blood cult leader’s ferocious attack disappeared as if the space had been erased with a large brush every time Cheonak swung the back of his hand. When fighting, he didn’t seem completely ignorant.
Cheonak, who narrowed the distance by dodging some with footwork, moving forward, and striking, showed his palm for the first time and poured out his force. Now we see that the direction of tension was not towards us. It looks like he was waiting for an opportunity to unleash his tension by changing the distance several times. The body of the blood cult leader who was blocking the attack with his sword bounced and fell vertically in the air.
A season presumed to be a swordsman was gathered on the sword of the Blood Cultist. It is also a high-level art of sword fighting, and there are schools of thought that call it a variation of sword fighting.
While the head of the blood cult was preparing for the feast… Cheonak
just approached on foot.
Is it because I have a lot of experience? Or are they planning to ignore the season altogether?
Cheonak said.
“…Try it.”
As the blood cult leader swung his sword with fierce force, bright red threads fell in a bundle, as if several whips were tied together. Looking at it like this, it looked like a huge whip was falling. It was clearly an attack with follow-up changes.
At that moment, I could see Cheonak using the season.
It was a complex response.
Some of the swordsmen’s advances, which were close to explosions, were completely deflected by tension and self-defense, and when the blood cult leader was not expecting it, he approached as if closing the gap, grabbed the blood cult leader’s arm, and then grabbed his collar with his other hand almost at the same time.
The blood cult leader’s body slightly floated in the air…
Quaaaaaaaang!
When he fell to the floor, the blood cult leader’s body was also buried. The ground caved in due to the impact. The problem was that Cheonak was still holding the blood cult leader by the collar. Cheonak, who lifted the blood cult leader again, changed direction and threw it back to the ground.
Kwaaaaaaaaaa!
There was no one to stop it.
Is this how I get back what I lost in Tongcheonbang?
Of course, since he was an expert in blood religion, he would use self-defense techniques to hold on, but it looked like he would soon run out of breath if the fight continued a few more times. The blood cult’s counterattack while captured was also close to floundering. I was thrown this way and that way again and was lifted up completely limp.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yongbaek spoke first.
“It was my senior’s secret dance. Let’s relieve some of our anger.”
Maehwajangju also mustered up courage and helped.
“Senior, even though I knew that the blood cult leader was weaker than you, I did not run away and fought bravely. “Didn’t you say that you would recognize me if I challenged you?”
Only then did the white-robed student come forward.
“Stop. The fight itself was justified. “If you are suffering from mania as Moonju said, isn’t it something you can’t understand?”
Only then did Cheonak respond.
“Ah, it’s mania…”
Cheonak said while holding onto his collar, leveling his eyes and glaring at the leader of the blood cult.
“Is that so? That guy’s mania manifests itself quite like an opportunist. At least Moonju threatened to explode and die in front of me too. “I think it has to be at that level to be considered mania.”
The leader of the blood cult, who was grabbed by the collar, looked at Cheonak with sad eyes.
“…Is that so? “It’s a bit of a shame that I couldn’t learn the sun and moon spring.”
Only then did Cheonak let out a snort and let go of the collar, and the blood cult leader fell straight to the floor.
This situation can be expressed simply as follows:
The blood cult leader’s mouth was still alive.
Mo Yong-baek approached at a slow pace and first asked for Cheon-ak’s understanding.
“Let me take a look, senior.”
Mo Yongbaek, who confirmed the condition of the blood cult leader, carried the blood cult leader on his back and headed toward the manor. Meanwhile, blood dripping from the blood cult leader’s mouth soaked the floor.
Unexpectedly, the white-robed student sighed.
“ha.”
Since Blood Demon, who was once a subordinate of the Demonic Cult, was beaten by Heavenly Evil, did he expect that he would now be beaten by the Demon Cultist?
This is how things go round in the world.
The atmosphere seemed to have become too heavy, so I tried to make some noise.
“saw?”
The eldest brother and the youngest looked at me.
“what?”
I pointed to the blood stains that the blood cult leader had made by spilling his blood.
“Look at that. I’m saying this because I don’t have a blood cult leader, but I didn’t say I was a blood scum. After losing to White Coat, it would have been enough to just say “I lost”… but instead of laughing at him, he started a fight and his past actions were revealed. I was beaten and covered in blood. Man… I’m glad we’re still alive, but what should we do with these bloody traces after coming all the way to the volcano? Should I tell him to clean it up tomorrow? “He’s cheap.”
The demon interrupted me with a calm expression.
“stop. “It feels strangely like listening to Buddhist scriptures, so stop.”
I am a man who can criticize even a man who was beaten and covered in blood.
“As expected, you don’t have to worry about poop poop.”
“okay. I’m a shit person. I knew. Then, you won.”
I nodded.
Looking at the horse’s expression, I knew I had won.
