< Episode 71 Mark (6) >
yesternight.
– Fight! Fight!
Cheongryeong looked at the pieces of skin falling from Mo Kyung-un’s body and was dumbfounded.
He had absorbed some of the magical power of the White-Faced King Golden-Haired Nine-Tailed Fox one of the six demons said to be infinitely close to the Divine Beast and assumed that if he embodied it his energy would advance further.
However this was not a step forward.
Mokgyeongun’s body namely its muscles and skeleton was rebuilt and evolved.
‘A complete transformation…..’
This is called hwangoltaltae (換骨奪胎).
Who would have thought that he would see a second transformation taking place right before his eyes.
This is not simply about removing waste from the body.
It has changed to an optimal state to handle that energy.
-Gooooooo!
The vast magical energy felt from Mokgyeongun had already surpassed the peak of full maturity or flowering.
He also climbed over the wall before he died.
But he never got beyond the wall and never actually saw it.
Therefore it was difficult to determine exactly what level Mokgyeongun’s energy had reached.
‘…Wouldn’t it be infinitely closer to the Hyeongyeong with energy alone?’
Hyeongyeong (炫境).
It refers to a state that goes beyond the walls of walls.
It is a state that goes beyond the world of peace and handling true energy is like breathing and it can be said to be the highest realm that a martial artist can reach.
However what I don’t understand is that Mok Kyung-un did not achieve enlightenment beyond the wall.
Is transformation possible without enlightenment?
This is virtually impossible.
‘But how is this possible?’
The second transformation.
Normally energy that one cannot handle on one’s own is released out of the body.
There is a saying that too much is worse than not enough.
Therefore the body was able to control these energies on its own by expelling the remaining toxic energies.
However Mok Gyeong-un was determined to embody this.
It all became his.
‘It’s different from the concept of evolution. It’s like this sentient being’s body adapts to extreme situations… Ah!’
okay.
That expression suited me.
The body was constantly adapting.
It was no exaggeration to say that its adaptability was so incredible that it exceeded human limits.
Cheongryeong who was sticking his tongue out like that was convinced in his heart.
‘If this guy is what he is now he can compete with Palseong.’
The six thousand eight stars are called the pinnacle of the current martial arts world.
She was confident that with Mokgyeongun’s strength he would never be defeated by even if he did not reach the level of six thousand he could compete with the eight stars that were below him.
* * *
-Tuk! Cheonggang!
The right hand is holding the sword that has fallen to the floor.
The eyes of Geumuiwi Baekho Gyeomchang who unconsciously saw this wavered.
He practiced a martial arts technique that could be called extremely skillful.
But how could this defenseless guy
“iced coffee. “I felt like I would cut myself if I did it moderately so I couldn’t control my strength without realizing it.”
A voice coming from behind.
Before he knew it the guy was behind him.
-Push!
At that time blood spurted from his cut wrist.
The cross section was cut so perfectly that blood spurted out late.
In response Gyeomchang hurriedly pressed the hemostasis point on his right arm.
-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!
Then the blood that was flowing suddenly stopped.
-Pot!
Even if the bleeding had stopped the pain would have been indescribable because his wrist had been cut but he moved his body to confront Mok Gyeong-un without a single groan.
Of course his distorted face and complexion were not good.
“Hoo. Looks like you have quite a bit of patience. If you’re in pain it’s okay to show that you’re in pain. “No sound will leak out anyway.”
‘!?’
At those words Sang Ik-seo the commanding officer of the Geumui Committee including Gyeom-chang rolled his eyes and looked around the office.
He said he blocked the sound with a real device but he didn’t feel any special energy.
Rather it felt strangely eerie in the office.
But this wasn’t the important thing.
‘Who the hell is this guy?’
Until a little while ago I really thought that he was Seochang’s Taegam Ho Gong.
However he had had several conversations with Ho Gong so he remembered that voice exactly.
This person’s voice was not as sharp or age-related as Ho Gong’s.
He was rather very young.
‘…It’s a bast cotton ball.’
Sang Ik-seo the commanding officer was convinced that that face was a bastard face.
If he hadn’t known he was a bast face mask he would have been a little more confused but he already knew about it and wanted to use it so he wasn’t that surprised.
What was just more surprising was two other things.
‘…What the hell is this guy?’
I was dumbfounded by what had happened so quickly.
Clearly Geumuiwi Baekho Gyeomchang performed the martial arts technique first.
But without even blinking Gyeomchang’s wrist was cut off.
‘Didn’t you say that there is no one other than the Namjin warrior that can be his opponent?’
It was absurd how long it had been since I said that and something like this had happened.
Of course that didn’t mean I thought Gyeomchang was bluffing.
In fact because he saw his inaction he realized that his opponent was a monster.
‘What on earth is it?’
Muwi also knows of the existence of Yeonggo.
When the first pair of solitudes were brought Geumuiwi Baekho Gyeomchang said.
[It does not cause any harm to the host when it is in the body. Rather it is helpful to the body because it survives through waste products and debris that enter the organs.]
[It’s unusual for something called solitude.]
[This is the advantage of this. If it does not cause harm to the body and remains for a certain period of time even the organs will not recognize it as a foreign substance.]
[What is that?]
[The fact that it is not recognized as a foreign body even though it is in the body means that no matter whether it is a doctor or someone else the presence of loneliness in the stomach cannot be recognized.]
[Oh!]
Gyeomchang said that neither Solitude nor Yeonggo could find out.
So he confidently declared but how on earth did he figure that out?
As the puzzled right hand was cut off Jyeom Chang held out his left hand.
-Ugh!
Powerful energy rose in his left hand and took the form of a sword.
Since he was a master of flower techniques he could handle Jinki more freely than anyone else so this was not a very difficult task.
only
“Whoa….Whoa…..”
Because I knew that my opponent was not an ordinary expert I could not move carelessly.
Even though he was the first to use the technique with extreme pleasure the fact that he was an expert enough to cut off his own wrist clearly meant that he was one step ahead of him.
At that time Sang Ik-seo the commanding officer cautiously opened his mouth.
“Who are you?”
To that question an unknown person with the face of Seochang’s Taegam Ho Gong answered with a grin.
“As you can see this is Ho Taegam.”
“…”
Do they think they will believe that now?
However an unknown person who was protecting Ho Gong-gong crossed the river and said while looking at Gyeom-chang who was ready to respond at any time.
“At this level you should have been able to notice the difference.”
“Whew….Whew…..”
“If you want your remaining arm to be healthy just move to the side.”
Gyeomchang gritted his teeth at his extremely arrogant attitude.
He was outraged but if he was this incompetent he had every right to say such things to himself.
However there were situations where he would step down just because the opponent was a level above him and there were situations where he would not and now it was clearly the latter.
Gyeom Chang glanced at the commanding officer from the corner of his eye and opened his mouth.
“Huu…huu…I don’t know his identity but since he mentioned Yeonggo he must be related to Mara Cheonho right?”
“well.”
The answer was neither positive nor negative.
However even with this vague answer Gyeomchang was able to be sure of the relationship.
“okay? Then do you also know that if the person with the spirit becomes dangerous or their life is in danger problems can arise for both sides later?”
“Both sides?”
“If the host dies Yeonggo also dies. In that case the parasitic male Younggo also harms the host and dies. “You know what that means right?”
It was said that Cheonho Marahyeon the host of the parasitic type would also die.
“…”
Mokgyeongun did not show any reaction to this.
However seeing as there was no reply and no laughter it seemed like he had understood what I was saying.
Here Gyeomchang spoke to take a picture of the flag.
“You’d better not move. Although it is threatened it is also possible to kill Yeonggo on its own. If that happens Marahyeon will also die.”
Gyeomchang who thought he had taken the initiative issued a warning.
Did his threats work?
The expression on the face of the unknown person wearing the public mask was quite stiff.
My gaze is also lowered.
‘under?’
Where are you looking now?
The gaze that had been directed towards Sang Ik-seo the commanding officer just moments ago was now directed downwards towards him.
It was a severed right hand lying on the floor.
Why are you looking at that?
While I was wondering suddenly Jaani Mok Gyeong-un who had the face of Hogong stretched out his hand towards that place.
at that moment
– Whilick!
His right hand or Yipyeongdo (利泙刀) his poisonous weapon which was lying on the floor floated up and was sucked into Mok Gyeong-un’s hand.
Why did you take his own Tao?
I’m having doubts
-Park!
Mok Gyeong-un dropped his right hand that was holding the sword and stared at the tip of the sword.
When Gyeomchang saw this his pupils immediately widened.
‘no way?’
It was right then.
-Sureuk!
Mok Gyeong-un’s new form disappeared and soon appeared behind Gyeom-chang.
-Shudder!
‘fast.’
Although he was nervous and concentrating he was taken aback by how fast the spear was moving but he tried to widen the distance by hurriedly swinging the new weapon forward.
But the moment he hit the floor
-Wow!
Before he knew it something sharp grazed his left arm which was forming a river crossing.
It was none other than his German weapon Lee Pyeong-do.
Soon his severed left arm fell to the floor and just as he was about to lose his balance Mok Kyung-un grabbed his head and hit his face on the floor.
-bang!
“Kkueup.”
It didn’t end here.
He grabbed his head and pushed his face toward the edge of the floor.
– Coo coo coo coo coo!
The force was so outrageous that a bizarre scream came out of Gyeomchang’s mouth as his entire face was torn off.
“Ugegegegeung.”
-Papapaak! Kwasik! Quack!
All of his teeth were broken and thorns and pieces of wood were stuck in his eyeballs.
It was so painful that I felt like I was going to pass out.
While he was suffering like that his hair was pulled and his face was tilted upward.
‘Hi!’
Sang Ik-seo the assistant command officer was left speechless as his face became so bloody and horrified.
Do you think you don’t care at all about the life of Cheonho Mara-hyeon by doing something like this even after hearing a warning?
Then Mok Gyeong-un opened his mouth with an eerie smile that made the corners of his mouth reach up to both ears.
“I finally found it.”
The tip of the sword held in Mok Gyeong-un’s left hand filled with joy had a strangely shaped pattern engraved on it.
It was the same mark as the scar left on his dead grandfather.
< Episode 71 Mark (6) > end
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