< Episode 62: Mixed blood (2) >
Hong Bong-yuk’s real father-in-law’s daughter Song-ah who had fallen after being pushed by the mask’s Geumuiwi opened her eyes wide.
That was because her mask was broken and her face was revealed.
Although it was only half of the size the wall eyes tall nose and that exotic face were clearly closer to those of a Westerner than a Central Plainsman.
“Great person….”
Without realizing it she was calling for the gold in the mask or rather the gold in the wall.
Then he covered her own face with her hands and urged her.
“Don’t look!”
At that moment she lowered her head without realizing it.
Even if she had just shouted she would have been surprised but she an expert of that level shouted with such deadly energy that for the normal person she was her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.
-Wow!
However despite seeing her like that the Geumwiwi in the wall became even more nervous.
He was extremely wary of her revealing his face.
[Inside the wall?]
[Why is this guy who should be in the West Station here?]
[Damn you son of a bitch!]
It’s a sound I’ve heard before I could even walk.
The numerous discriminations they have received just because they are different from others have made the Geumwiwi in the wall suffer and become mentally closed.
If he hadn’t met his teacher his life could have taken a turn for the worst.
But he still didn’t want to show his face to anyone.
Geum-wi who was covering his exposed parts with his hand glared at Mok Gyeong-un who had destroyed his mask like this.
But
“Why are you so embarrassed?”
“what?”
“I don’t really have any flaws on my face so why do I cover it up like that?”
At these words the impression of the Geumwiwi in Byeok-an was horribly distorted.
Is this guy making fun of himself?
Even though my face was exposed and I was sensitive my blood rushed to the surface.
‘Just like this guy!’
-Papak!
The gold medalist in the wall kicked the floor twice.
With that his divine form dispersed like an afterimage split into two and rushed towards Mo Qingyun at the same time.
The two new models divided into two were herbivorous at the same time.
‘Songunjangryu (送雲掌類) 6th herbal formula secret refueling (secret refueling)!’
‘The 4th second-type reverse breaking waveform of the geospheric wave!’
The new type on the left is a long wave that rushes smoothly at a strange angle that makes it difficult to estimate the distance while the new type on the right is a powerful wave that is loaded with weight.
‘Is it Yujang (柔掌) or Heavy Kwon (重拳)?’
-Papak!
In response Mok Gyeong-un also kicked the floor twice.
Then like the Geumwiwi in the wall the new form was divided around with an afterimage.
Seeing this the eyes of Geumuiwi in the wall became sharp.
‘I’m sure.’
It became absurd.
He had a delusional mind but he was practicing the same divine magic as this guy himself.
What on earth is this?
In the first place the Gyeongsinbeop technique was not something that could be imitated simply by looking at it.
You can use it only if you know the fortune telling techniques and phrases accurately.
But that wasn’t what was important right now.
‘You have to be cool.’
I thought that even if this guy had only superficially followed his method of revitalization he would not be able to delve into its depth.
In this way the two new types collided.
-Papa papapak!
The afterimages became entangled with each other creating a strange confrontation.
The movements of the two afterimages unfolded by the Geumwiwi within the wall which can certainly be said to be the original were even more natural.
However Mok Gyeong-un countered this by using different techniques with both hands.
‘also?’
The fact that both hands were using different techniques was more difficult to deal with than with the alter ego splitting into two.
I don’t know how this was possible but it was because the power of each of the moves with both hands was intact.
-Papapapap!
‘Pfft!“
As a result the Geumui Committee within the wall had no choice but to be pushed back.
I don’t know what this guy is.
From the moment the Shinhyeong was divided into two using the Gyeongsinbeop it was as if his thoughts were split in two but that wasn’t enough and he opened up another Chosik with both hands.
‘He’s like a monster.’
Except for the royal monks and the two in the imperial palace he was the gold medalist in the wall who was confident that no one in this opening could be his opponent with pure martial arts.
But he never imagined that he would be pushed out of the herbivorous diet.
-Papa papapak!
In the end Geumuiwi who could not withstand the formal fight widened the distance first.
-Pot!
Of course there was no way Mok Kyung-un would let him go like that.
He tried to catch up right away.
The eyes of Geumwiwi in the wall who was glaring at Mok Kyung-un like this became serious.
As it is now I can’t beat this guy.
In that case he had to unleash his secret technique with all his might.
[If you have not fully mastered the essence of this martial art the limit to what you can properly handle is second-rate. However if you are faced with a truly unexpected situation I will teach you the secret techniques so that you can use the four types of techniques at least for one herbivorous type.]
This was his best secret technique that was taught to him by a teacher.
I was confident that even this monster wouldn’t be able to stop it.
Geum Wei who was swinging backwards to increase the distance soon put his feet towards the floor and bent his knees.
he with him
-bang!
He kicked the floor violently
-Shhhh!
Soon a strong gust of wind blew and something strange happened.
The new form of Geumuiwi within the wall was soon divided into four.
‘four?’
A strange look appeared in Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
I thought that dividing the afterimage into two was the limit but I had no idea that it could be divided into four.
However the method of fortune telling was completely different from before and this was not a level of herbivory that could be reproduced at once just by seeing it with the eyes.
The Geumuiwi within the four walls were rushing toward Mokgyeongun.
“Ha!”
Herbivores unfold with strong spirit.
-Papa papa papa!
It was made up of four completely different types of martial artists: Kwon Jang Toe and Jo.
However these martial artists were linked together in a very clever way.
Therefore its power was of a different level than when the afterimage was divided into two.
The momentum was truly like a storm.
-Pot!
In response Mok Gyeong-un who was following Geumuiwi inside the wall soon widened the distance behind him with his new form.
The Geumwiwi in the wall shouted at him like this.
“Do you think you can avoid it?”
-Papa pa pa pa paak!
For a monster like that to step back it meant that he couldn’t find a way to destroy his secret.
I couldn’t miss this golden opportunity.
It was right then.
“At this level it’s worth a try even though it’s not finished yet.”
-Sreung!
Mok Gyeong-un pulled out the evil sword from the scabbard on his back.
The evil sword that appeared from its scabbard radiated strong anticipation along with its sword name.
‘It’s not an ordinary sword.’
Even though it was a treasured sword it felt somewhat ominous.
But the sword wasn’t the problem.
The moment Mok Kyung-un raised his sword and took a stance the atmosphere changed.
A sense of discomfort arose like a volcano about to explode.
‘what?’
From the moment he unleashed his secret technique he was sure of his victory.
However for some reason this growing sense of discomfort from Mok Gyeong-un did not increase his fighting spirit but rather made him alert.
It was that moment.
-Pot!
Mok Gyeong-un who was taking a stance swung his sword at him.
The first swordsmanship was not that strong.
It was nothing but ordinary
‘Was it rain?’
At this rate he may have been overly cautious.
Do you think you can deal with the secret four types of swordsmanship with just such an ordinary swordsmanship?
-Papak!
That’s how Saryu and Mok Gyeong-un’s swords collided.
The momentum of Saryu which raged like a storm as if four masters were working together was truly devastating.
‘I’m sure we’ll win.’
Although Yegi can sufficiently protect the hands and feet the Geumuiwi in the wall concentrated the air power even more and converted it into strong energy.
His hands and feet sparkled with blue light.
however
-Chaeang!
This was when three vehicles collided.
Mok Gyeong-un’s evil sword suddenly turned black.
‘What is this?’
The moment the rivers collided blue-black sparks flew out and a strong pain rushed to my palm.
As a result the Gold Council within the wall began to have doubts.
I don’t know what the evil energy of this black light is but it distorts my strength every time it hits me.
But that wasn’t the only problem.
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
‘A herbivorous diet exceeds six diets?’
The sword knowledge contained in Mo Gyeong-un’s sword root was beyond general knowledge.
Rather than leading to the next herbivorous meal the sword ritual continued to unfold creating a completely unexpected trajectory.
And each time the path is added
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
‘this!’
The power of herbivory was increasing.
Clearly even at the moment of hitting the Chosik several flaws were visible.
However as the tracks increased it became difficult to even find the gaps let alone the flaws in the geomcho.
What on earth is this sword technique that is becoming stronger and more perfect?
-Cha-cha-cha-chang!
It was the moment when Geomsik passed Type 17.
Three of the remnants of Saryu’s herbivore dispersed and only one image became darker.
At that moment Mo Kyung-un’s sword pierced the forehead of Geum Yi-wi in the wall.
At this his two pupils shook like crazy.
‘I can’t stop it.’
Without even having time to use my hands I tried to pierce the black eyebrows.
In the moments before his death numerous memories swirled around Geumwi’s mind like a flash of light.
I wondered if I was going to die like this.
It was that moment.
-Park!
The sword that was stabbing me between the eyes with tremendous force soon stopped.
Right before it touches your forehead.
-Gurgling!
However as if that momentum was not completely killed blood flowed from between the eyebrows of Geumuiwi within the wall along with a scratch.
-Gulp!
As soon as the sword stopped right before death Geumuiwi in the wall swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
Why did it stop?
I couldn’t understand it at all.
Accordingly the Gold Council within the wall finally asked.
“…Why did it stop?”
In response to his question Mok Gyeong-un smiled casually and said
“You almost hurt your face.”
“wound?”
“yes. I felt like if I was going to peel that face I needed to keep it as intact as possible. But unfortunately there was one scratch. “Well this is probably okay.”
– Creepy!
At Mok Gyeong-un’s words the Geumwiwi inside the wall was shocked by how absurd it was for a moment.
The only reason he stopped his sword was to avoid hurting his own face?
Did you really intend to peel off your own face?
“You guys are out of your mind…”
-Sigh!
At that time the blade of the evil sword was pointed at the neck of Geumuiwi in the wall.
It seemed as if the black evil spirit was about to cut off his head at any moment.
“I said the face had to be fine but I never said I wouldn’t kill you. So calm your excitement.”
“….”
The Geumwiwi within the wall was speechless at this threat from Mokgyeongun.
It was a complete defeat.
He himself was no match for this monstrous bastard.
He was an opponent that he could not possibly beat even with the draw he had learned from him so the result may have been predetermined from the beginning.
Geumuiwi who was looking down at the evil sword touching his neck asked.
“…Let me know when I’m going to die anyway.”
“What?”
“The swordsmanship that defeated the four styles… What is its name?”
“Oh this sword method?”
“okay.”
I wanted to know at least this one thing.
Since it is a sword technique that surpasses the secret techniques taught by the teacher it will certainly be renowned.
But something unexpected came out of Mo Gyeong-un’s mouth.
“Hmm. What should I do with this?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I haven’t been able to come up with a name for the sword technique because I’ve only been able to make one Chosik.”
“What…what?”
The moment he heard those words Geumuiwi’s mind instantly went white.
What did he hear now?
I thought that this rigorous world-class sword technique would definitely be a great sword technique with a great reputation.
But this guy made it himself?
‘under….’
It’s even absurd.
What kind of being was he competing against?
How can you say that you made this amazing swordfish yourself?
“…I can’t believe it. “You created this world-class sword plant?”
“Is there any reason to lie to the person you are about to kill?”
‘!!!!!’
At Mo Gyeong-un’s words the Geumuiwi within the walls were left speechless.
If what this guy said was true it was even more shocking.
Not only did he possess natural martial abilities but he competed against a monster with the qualities of a great master and lost.
‘A person like this really existed?’
I was truly surprised.
He gets to compete with a monster that is capable of inventing martial arts on its own.
The face of Geumuiwi who was despairing of defeat and even feeling empty soon became relaxed.
He even felt fortunate for something.
Perhaps it was the best death situation a warrior could face.
How and when do you meet such an enemy?
‘Yeah it’s better.’
Anyway my life is at the mercy of that guy.
I don’t think it would be a bad idea to die now without causing trouble to the teacher.
Is it because my mind is in order?
Geumuiwi in the wall spoke to Mokgyeongun with a carefree look on his face.
“I have no regrets anymore. “Kill him.”
‘Hoo.’
Hearing his words Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes sparkled with interest.
He has met many people so far but he has never met someone who truly puts everything in order and accepts death.
But this man was truly accepting his own death.
He is truly a unique human being.
“Hurry up and kill me.”
The Geumuiwi within the wall spoke again.
Mok Gyeong-un who was staring at him like this opened his mouth.
“It’s nice that it’s neat but before I kill you can I ask you one thing?”
In response to this question the gold medalist in the wall spoke firmly.
“Just because I accepted defeat cleanly doesn’t mean I have an obligation to tell you everything about me. So kill him.”
This was the last pride.
And it was obvious that he would ask anyway.
It must be something like why the Imperial Palace Cheonho himself is a westerner within the walls.
He didn’t even want to fight about something like this before he died.
However contrary to his expectations completely different words came out of Mok Gyeong-un’s mouth.
“Is that so? That’s such a shame. “I was curious as to why they were carrying bugs in their stomachs.”
‘!!!!!!’
The moment he heard those words his eyes which had prepared him for death widened.
What the hell is this guy?
< Episode 62: Mixed blood (2) > end
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