< Episode 62: Mixed blood (1) >
“Would it be better to imagine that Cheonho of the Geumuiwi killed all of his subordinates and government servants and ran away? Or would it be better to peel off the skin of your face and use it as a picture?”
-Shudder!
The wall-eyes inside the mask shook at the suggestion that casually revealed horrifying malice.
Who on earth is this guy?
Who is it and why are they attacking them and making such threats?
The masked Geumuiwi whose mind was becoming complicated was at a loss as to what to do.
Since he was taken from behind there was a high chance that he would be attacked before he could even touch the sheep’s blood.
It was right then.
-Quick!
“What’s going on outside?”
The carriage door opened and Song-ah the father-in-law’s wife appeared.
She looked at Song-Ah standing behind the top of the mask the neck covering her face and she said “I don’t know.”
“Who who?”
“Hmm. I asked who she was talking to and it turned out to be someone like Soger. Judging by the color and smell it looks like it is related to the Hongbongyuk slaughterhouse not the Geumuiwiui… Ah! “There you are.”
Mo Gyeong-un found a leather pouch inside the open carriage.
At that very moment the masked Golden Wife quickly pointed out his own sheep blood.
-Ta-ta-tak!
Mok Gyeong-un who immediately recognized by the sound that he was targeting the moment when he turned his head tried to hit him on the back of the neck.
It was right then.
-Sureuk!
Mo Qingyun’s hand passed through the air.
A faint breeze felt at his fingertips.
‘!?’
With that the golden mask disappeared.
Then before I knew it I felt a presence behind me.
-Sigh!
Before long I felt a sharp anticipation coming from my throat.
Mok Gyeong-un spoke about this prediction.
“….You’re very quick at learning techniques.”
I meant it.
It was the first time since the Grand Duke Na Yu-ryang that anyone had used the Gyeongsinbeop to move beyond his own movements.
Hearing Mo Gyeong-un’s words the masked Geumuiwi who was behind him pressed the blade of his sword further to his neck and spoke.
“You guy. “What is your identity?”
“There is nothing in particular.”
“You seem like you want to play with words but do you want to die like this?”
-Hold on!
Geumuiwi pressed the blade of his sword to Mogyeongun’s neck.
No matter how sharp a blade is you have to apply it with your teeth to cut.
Therefore my flesh was only pressed against the blade.
The masked Geumuiwi spoke to Mokgyeongun in a murderous voice.
“If you cut like this your body and head will be separated. So it would be better to speak directly.”
“It’s scary when you say that.”
Mok Gyeong-un shrugs his shoulders and speaks casually.
The masked Geumwiwi frowned at Mo Kyung-un’s calm attitude.
Even when his life is threatened he shows no fear.
What on earth is this guy?
‘The energy you feel even after opening your spiracles is the ultimate climax.’
Of course with this level of skill he is more than capable of subduing the four White Tigers of the Geumuiwiwi and the government servants.
However the intimidating feeling I felt from behind just moments ago exceeded this.
Was he mistaken?
‘Did I do something for nothing?’
Because of that feeling of discomfort I opened the sealed spiracle.
However if it was simply a climax play there was no need to reveal the hidden inaction.
Then I heard Song-ah’s voice.
“Could it be that the owner sent it?”
“Jangju?”
At her words the masked Geumwiwi suddenly remembered what Mok Kyung-un had said.
[It seems to be related to the Hongbong-yuk slaughterhouse not the Geumui Committee… Ah! There it was.]
When he saw the leather pouch inside the carriage he said something like that.
That means she may have been sent by Hong Bong-yuk’s chief as she said.
If he is famous as a master of hidden bast noodle he must also have connections with talented martial arts people.
In response the masked Jinwii pressed the blade further and spoke.
-Hold on!
“Is it true that Hongbongyuk sent it?”
Mok Kyung-un answered his question.
“I found a leather pouch so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do the latter.”
“what?”
“I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to peel off the face and use it.”
“What are you saying now…..”
-Poof!
At that moment Mok Kyung-un moved his neck in the opposite direction from where the blade was touching.
He quickly grabbed the blade above the gold with him.
-Park!
‘this guy!’
In response Geumuiwi tried to pull the blade out of Mokgyeongun’s hand.
however
-Chaenggang!
Before the sword blade could be removed the body of the sword that was being held in Mokyungun’s hand was broken.
The Gold Commission could not help but be surprised.
It is said that it was not his strong energy but his sword was called a treasured sword and it was full of antiquity energy so it could not be broken with any amount of force.
But when he says that he has enough force to break a tooth
‘As expected that sense of discomfort…’
-Sureuk!
At that time Mo Kyung-un’s divine form became blurred and soon Mo Kyung-un’s kick came into his chin.
Then the masked Geumuiwi gave strength to the Yongcheonhyeol of both feet and immediately kicked the floor.
-grasp!
Mo Gyeong-un’s feet split the air.
This time the wind was felt in the place where it passed and the masked figure of Geumuiwi disappeared.
He was a possessor of surprisingly fast psychiatry skills.
At that time Mok Kyung-un’s eyes moved quickly left and right.
Then
-Sureuk!
The new version of Mokgyeongun also disappeared.
The Myeonghyeonsuwolbo (明顯水越步) a revolutionary method of ultra-high-speed movement was performed.
The moment I unfolded Myeonghyeonsuwolbo I saw the masked Geumuiwi which had disappeared moving left and right trying to occupy my back.
But Mok Gyeong-un was not the only one who saw this.
‘interest?’
When Jin Wei of the Mask opened his light attack except for his own gift he had never seen anyone who had entered the same realm as him.
It was a phenomenon where the axis was shifted from others when moving at high speed.
It was like when he was riding his horse and he looked to the side everything seemed to stop.
However someone other than himself had entered that area.
‘how?’
The masked Jinwiwi could not contain his surprise.
At that moment Mok Gyeong-un caught up to him and stabbed his chest with his sword.
In response Geum-ui of the mask tilted his body to the side and unleashed a fist attack towards Mok Gyeong-un’s face.
‘Topographic fist type 6-second type rock-crushing fist.’
A power strike occurred from Geumuiwi’s fist.
It was impossible to avoid them because they were moving at high speed and had stabbed the test paper.
In response Mok Gyeong-un blocked the blow aimed at his face with his left hand.
-Paang!
however
‘This is not the end of secret violence.’
Five blows were struck in succession causing even the rock to explode.
Mok Gyeong-un’s new form was pushed back by a powerful blow that seemed to pierce his palm.
-Paang! Paang! Paang!
-Chrrrrrr!
-Paang!
And at the fourth blow Mok Kyung-un’s hand shot up.
Then as if he was aiming for this Geumuiwi delivered the final blow to Mokgyeongun’s chin.
-Pow!
Mok Gyeong-un’s head shot up after being hit on the chin.
At that moment the golden stomach of the mask pulled his hands up to his waist and then flew them towards Mo Kyung-un’s chest like a lightning bolt.
‘Songunjangryu (送雲掌類) the 4th type of Buunyangjang (部雲兩掌)!’
-Paaaaang!
A wave of water appeared on the hem of the chest area and Mok Gyeong-un’s new body which had been hit by Western clothes was thrown backwards.
But the place I went to after bouncing like that was
‘Oh no!’
It was a place with carriages.
Standing there was Master Hong Bong-yuk’s real wife Song-ah.
Recognizing this the masked Geumuiwi focused all of his energy into Yongcheonhyeol and immediately kicked the floor twice.
-Papak!
At that moment his new model became faster than before.
It was as if afterimages were created every time they moved making them look like two people.
-Shhhh!
The masked Geumuiwi who moved at a speed similar to Mokgyeongun’s bounce after being hit by Yangjang snatched Songah with one arm at a critical moment.
-Park!
“Ouch!”
The masked Geumuiwi who snatched Song-Ah threw a new weapon backwards.
At that moment Mu Qingyun’s body collided with the carriage.
-bang!
The carriage that collided with Mok Gyeong-un was completely destroyed.
The masked Golden Emperor could not help but feel embarrassed as he saw the carriage breaking into pieces.
First of all since her baby was important saving her was a priority but in her carriage there was a leather pouch with two cut hands of a fake pole.
‘I hope it’s okay.’
I was worried but Song-ah spoke in a surprised voice.
“What on earth is going on?”
To her who had not yet mastered her martial arts skills the two suddenly disappeared from sight and then the golden top of the mask appeared out of nowhere and pulled her towards them and she was suddenly torn to pieces by the carriage.
The gold of the mask spoke to her as she was so surprised that her body was shaking.
“It’s no big deal. “But is that person really sent by your father?”
“I don’t know. “It’s my first time seeing this too.”
“Are you sure?”
“no. “How can I know someone like that when they even cover their faces?”
“…That’s right.”
“But if it’s really my father who sent it then why are you fighting? “You said you would let me go.”
In response to her question the masked Geumuiwi exhaled lightly and spoke.
“He was a dangerous person.”
“It’s dangerous? “If it was from my father he would have sent it to save me.”
“It seemed like he wasn’t just trying to save you.”
“What do you mean? “You mean you weren’t just trying to save me?”
“I don’t know if he was trying to provoke me or if he was serious but it seemed like he was targeting everyone here.”
He felt endless malice in Mok Kyung-un’s every word.
Song-ah said to him.
“If it was really my father who sent it it couldn’t have been that way. What that means is that while saving me they tried to hide the evidence by killing all of you but that would only make things even worse…”
“We don’t let it get bigger.”
‘!?’
At the sound of a voice coming from the carriage Song-ah and the masked Geumwiwi looked there at the same time.
Mok Gyeong-un was standing in front of the carriage casually holding something.
It was a leather pouch with two severed hands of the fake leader in it.
‘What is this?’
The golden masked man’s eyes trembled.
As expected Mok Gyeong-un looked very fine.
I’m sure he hit him on the chin with a wide-bladed rock fist and then struck him in the chest with a series of blows hitting his heart.
He couldn’t have been so fine if his brain and heart had been hit.
I was embarrassed but Song-ah stepped forward and said
“Jangju is it true that your father sent you?”
“father?”
“yes. “I’m Song-ah the wife of Hong Bong-yuk’s head.”
“iced coffee. Is that so?”
“If it’s really true that your father sent you then stop fighting. “This person tried to let me go.”
Hearing her words Mok Kyung-un tilted his head and said.
“You were trying to let me go?”
“yes. He made a deal with me. So you can stop fighting.”
“Hoo. is it so?”
“yes.”
Song-ah turned her head this time and spoke to Geum-wi of the mask.
“I think it’s the person my father sent. So I will keep my promise so please let the leader of the Geumuiui Committee put an end to this matter. “He didn’t know anything.”
At her words the masked Geumwiwi looked around.
Although all the government servants and the White Tigers of the Geumuiwi were down there were no dead people.
He thought about this for a while and then said.
“i get it. I will settle this matter at my own discretion. Pass over the leather pouch. “If you don’t have that it will be difficult to get over this.”
Song-ah frowned at his words and then she spoke to Mok Gyeong-un.
“I think you should return the leather pouch.”
At these words Mok Gyeong-un sighed and laughed.
Song-ah said puzzled by his attitude.
“If you don’t return it we can’t let this go. so…..”
“That’s troublesome.”
‘!?’
She said as if Song-Ah was dumbfounded by these words.
“What are you talking about? They say that if you don’t return it things could get worse…”
“I’m sorry but I didn’t receive a request from your father. I came here on my own initiative.”
“yes?”
“I have to take this with me so I can put Sojeo’s father’s hands back together.”
She frowned at Mo Kyung-un’s words.
What on earth are you talking about?
I couldn’t understand what this meant attaching two severed hands.
That said
-Sureuk!
Mo Kyung-un’s new model disappeared before my eyes.
At that moment the masked Geumui-wi hurriedly pulled Song-ah.
“omg!”
Although she couldn’t see it it was because Mok Gyeong-un who moved at super-fast speeds was trying to take over her blood and put her to sleep.
Geum-ui of the mask who pulled Song-ah to avoid it kicked his foot twice.
-Papak! Sreuk!
Then his divine form soon dispersed like an afterimage and split into two.
One of the new types was pulling Song-ah back even further while the other type opened its arms towards Mok Gyeong-un.
-Papa papapak!
‘Topographic fist type 3rd type non-recording type fist.’
His fists created numerous fists and overturned Mo Qingyun.
It was that moment.
Mo Kyung-un kicked the floor twice.
-Papak!
Something unbelievable happened with him.
Mokgyeongun’s new form created an afterimage and was soon divided into two.
Then one of the new types easily blocked the martial arts fist with one hand and the other new type reached towards himself who was pulling Song-ah.
The masked Geumuiwi who saw this was astonished.
‘!?’
This was not the shinshin method he was practicing but his own shinshin method.
How can this happen?
He was embarrassed but before he knew it Mok Gyeong-un had narrowed the distance right in front of him and tried to steal Song-ah using Geum Na-su’s method.
In response the gold stomach of the mask couldn’t help but push her to her side.
-Park!
Then I tried to block Mokgyeongun’s Geumnasu with the long grass of the Songunjang type.
-Papak!
Before Mo Gyeong-un could open the sword he lightly struck down his hand in a strange way and at the same time stabbed his face with the other hand.
‘Eat different foods with both hands?’
At the same time when another move was made there was no way for even the masked Golden Wife to do anything.
He tilted his head back and threw a new weapon backwards.
-Park!
The masked Geumuiwi who flew the new model and retreated about ten steps in an instant stopped.
The moment when he thought he had narrowly avoided the inspection site
-Blah blah blah!
There was a crack in his mask and it was about to split.
The sharp anticipation that flowed from the sword was something that could not be avoided.
‘this!’
The surprised masked Geumuiwi quickly caught this.
If nothing else he didn’t want anyone to see his face behind the mask.
However the mask was splitting from side to side and he could not hold it all together.
-Tututuk!
The mask’s cracks fell off here and there revealing the left side of his face.
He had a quite exotic face with wall-shaped eyes and a high nose bridge.
Geumwiwi Cheonho who thought this was shown to others distorted his expression and covered his face with his hands as if he was embarrassed.
< Episode 62: Mixed race (1) > end
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