< Episode 110: One World (3) >
Same time.
Daejeon is full of darkness.
-What a mess!
Hearing the sound of a crack the gaze of the being sitting on the throne turned to the wall where six candles had grown in size.
Among them the candle at the end was empty and round jade tablets were erected in front of the remaining candles.
Among the five jade tablets the end of the round jade tablet in the middle had some cracks.
At this the forehead and eyes of the being in the shadows sitting on the throne twitched and moved.
-It’s Gangyeom.
“You bumped into that guy. But things don’t look that good.”
The fact that the jade tablet was cracked was not a good thing for Kang Yeom’s image.
It meant he was injured or in a dangerous situation.
Then the forehead’s eyes moved and a voice rang out.
-The power of my world is not just the martial arts that it imparts. Companion you probably know this well.
“…We’ll see.”
-Just wait a moment. Soon your wish will come true.
* * *
‘This can’t be right….’
Son Yun the King of Myeongdo was at a loss for words.
He was a monster who could easily block the combined attacks of super experts including himself.
However as if pushing Kang Yeom like that wasn’t enough the moment he was about to reveal his hidden power he gathered all his power into one point and blew a hole in his chest.
It was truly overwhelming.
Is that really the Mok Gyeong-un you know?
‘…There was a separate monster.’
It was a level of growth that was hard to believe in a human being.
At this level it was enough to make me wonder whether even Hoeju or to be honest even Hoeju in his prime would be able to deal with this monster.
‘Should I consider this fortunate?’
He finally had hope of rescuing Wi So-yeon the youngest disciple of Hoe-ju but he was deeply worried about Mo Gyeong-un’s inaction.
Even though it was strong it was too strong.
I heard that the young lady cared about Mok Gyeong-un but that guy was a hostage to the political faction.
If a guy with that level of inaction were to have any rebellious intentions a very dangerous situation might arise.
-Chaechaechaechaeng!
At that time the sound of swords clashing reached his ears.
There the swordsman Jioe a swordsman was seen fighting with the remaining masked men.
Seeing this a strange look appeared in Son Yun’s eyes.
I had noticed that some of the masked people had exceptional martial arts skills but among them the four who withstood Mo Kyung-un’s advance were even able to withstand Ji-e-oe’s sword.
‘No matter how much of your true energy you’ve exhausted you still can’t stand against an expert in the flower world. ‘They’re not ordinary guys.’
“Whoa.”
Son Yun who had been controlling his energy using fortune telling straightened up.
Since he escaped fatal wounds it seemed like he should help Ji-e-e.
however
-Wow!
A masked man’s mask was torn by Jieui’s sword.
‘no?’
Son Yun who saw the face hidden behind the mask and Sword Demon Jiue who was directly dealing with him were surprised.
As expected it was far from an ordinary human being.
It has beaky eyes reminiscent of an animal no nose bridge two small holes and extremely sharp teeth.
He was literally no different from a monster.
“You damn old man.”
The monster with his face exposed showed his displeasure.
Then the monster walked on all fours like a wild animal made strange movements avoided Jioe’s swordfish and ran after him.
‘The movement is not human.’
one
-Park!
Ji et al. turned behind him as if doing somersaults and plunged his sword into the head of the monster aiming for his back.
-Poof!
“Kak!”
The monster impaled by the sword fell to the floor with a deathly scream.
“You old human!”
“I will kill you!”
“Kwaaaa!”
Perhaps enraged by the death of their colleague the three masked men rushed toward Ji-e-eul with great force.
Their movements were no different from those of the monsters who had died before.
-Papa pa pa pa paak!
Jioe who has almost exhausted his energy and stamina moves his eyes quickly and tries to calmly respond with minimal movement.
– Puff poop!
“100 million!”
“Bwak!”
“Keck!”
At that moment a sword flew in and pierced them one by one as if skewering them.
Then the masked people with holes in their bodies gasped in pain and fell down.
Seeing this Geomma Jioe breathed a sigh of relief.
What pierced their bodies was a black sword.
The person who sent it flying was none other than Mok Gyeong-un.
-Good!
The sword that killed them all at once flew back and landed in the sheath on Mo Kyung-un’s waist.
‘I can’t believe you handle even the swordsmanship so freely. There’s no doubt about it.’
King Son Yun of Myeongdo who was trying to help Ji-oe stuck out his tongue.
Mokgyeongun has undoubtedly reached the state of Hyeongyeong (玄境).
A guy who hasn’t even signed a contract yet has reached the pinnacle of excellence in just half a year.
No matter how much I think about it or see it I don’t understand it.
But why is that guy still doing that in front of me?
The reason why Myeongdo King Son Yun was puzzled was simple.
This was because Mok Gyeong-un was still standing in front of Kang Yeom who died with his chest pierced.
‘There’s a hole in my chest but I’m acting like something’s going to happen…’
-Shudder!
It was that moment.
-Rarrrrrrrrrrrr!
The entire body of the dead Kang Yeom was engulfed in tremendous flames.
“no?”
What’s going on?
Why did the dead suddenly spontaneously combust?
As I was puzzled the flames spread to the floor around the burning Gangyeom and soon beyond burning it began to melt.
The heat exceeded that of a normal flame.
At that time Mok Gyeong-un pretended to raise the index finger of his right hand upwards with one hand behind his back.
Then
-floating!
I thought of the swords around me that had lost their owners.
As Mok Gyeong-un stretched out his hand towards the burning Gangyeom the swords flew towards him all at once.
-Shoo shoo shoo shoo!
But something surprising happened.
The heat of the flame was so strong that the sword melted before it even touched it.
It was as if I was blocked by an invisible wall of heat.
-Passssss!
‘The heat is enough to melt the sword.’
Ki Ok-ryeon Yangamgokju Gihae’s wife also couldn’t help but be surprised by this sight.
But this wasn’t the only problem.
As the heat gradually spread in all directions the surrounding air seemed to be swaying and distorting.
It was like seeing a haze.
-Shoo shoo shoo shoo!
The swords that Mo Kyung-un had thrown away with his sword continued to fly toward the burning river flames but instead of touching them they continued to melt.
Why do I keep sending my sword flying when it’s useless?
Is it because the heat feels unusual?
But Ki Ok-ryeon’s eyes widened.
‘oh?’
The melted iron pieces of the sword had almost reached the level of molten iron and these gradually piled up surrounding the burning steel flame.
‘Is this possible?’
When it reached the point where it surrounded me up to my waist the floor around me stopped burning perhaps because half of the heat could not escape.
Instead the heat surged upward heating the surrounding air.
-Park!
It was then.
“Kaaaaaa!”
The burning Kang-Yeom who was thought to be dead suddenly moved broke through the molten iron that was trying to trap him and rushed towards Mo Gyeong-Woon.
-Papapapap!
As he who became a hot flame itself launched the new form Mok Gyeong-un pulled his hand forward and stretched out his palm as if he were spreading a sword.
Then a burst of pure white energy covered the flames.
It was the cold energy of extreme yin.
-Shhhh!
When the extreme cold and flame collided cloudy vapor caused by moisture instantly filled the surrounding area.
-Pot!
Kang Yeom who broke through the steam launched his sword towards the place where he was sure Mok Gyeong-un was.
Then a Tao-shaped wagang made of flame stretched out and passed through the steam.
-Rarrrrrrrrrr! Okay!
-Quaaaaaang!
The flames not only cut through the steam but also spread to a radius of about 10 square meters destroying the surrounding area.
That wasn’t the end.
In the steam sparks of fire flew in all directions one after another.
Due to its enormous power the surviving members of the community including Myeongdo King Son Yun had no choice but to distance themselves as much as possible to escape the aftermath.
‘How on earth are you alive?’
Son Yun who had deviated as much as possible from the radius of the flame crossing couldn’t understand.
What kind of strange phenomenon is this to be alive even with a hole in the chest?
Could it be that he is immortal?
It was a car that was perplexing.
Before I knew it the flames that had been flying in all directions stopped.
Then the steam that had filled the surroundings disappeared and something blurry appeared.
that
‘!!!!!!’
It was Kang Yeom with all his limbs cut off lying on the floor and being stepped on by Mok Gyeong-un.
There was still a lot of heat coming out of the guy but Mo Kyung-un didn’t seem to mind this at all and stuck the magic sword made of black steel into his head.
-Poof!
“Oops!”
The sword went through his head and came out through his mouth.
Despite the extremely cruel handcraft Mo Kyung-un was looking down as if he had no emotion at all.
At that time Kang Yeom’s severed limbs wriggled blood vessels tangled and flesh began to sprout.
Then Mok Gyeong-un
-Wow!
I pulled out the sword that had been stuck in his head and cut off the top of the part that was trying to regenerate.
-Ch-ch-ch-ch-chak!
As his limbs were cut off again Kang Yeom let out a groan with a pained face.
“Off.”
Kang Yeom was deeply embarrassed.
He was an evil beast who had lived for hundreds of years and was a high-ranking demon beast that could even be humanized.
Because he was more elaborately humanized than other Imae Mangryangs he was even able to embody blood vessels so he learned martial arts from Mokgan and was able to become a member of his favorite clan.
But what is this monster?
He has succeeded in absorbing the blood of a spirit creature that is no different from his opposite and has tremendous fire energy and regenerative power but he is completely at a loss.
“Ugh.”
Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and said to him who was suffering.
“Do you think it hurts? How many times does it take to die? “A hundred times a thousand times ten thousand times…”
-Shudder!
Mok Gyeong-un’s words sent a shiver down Kang Yeom’s spine.
It seemed like this monstrous person would really do that.
“Off. Inooooom.”
“I guess not being able to die is such a good thing. “Isn’t that right?”
-Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
As soon as those words were finished Kang Yeom’s severed limb began to regenerate against his will.
But it was literally repetition.
When Mo Qingyun moved his sword again his limbs were cut off further leaving only his torso.
-bang!
Mok Gyeong-un trampled on Kang Yeom’s suffering head and said with an eerie smile.
“Wouldn’t it be okay to just have the head instead of leaving the body behind?”
In response Kang Yeom shouted at Mok Gyeong-un in an urgent voice.
“I’m going to hand over that human bitch so stop.”
human bitch.
The woman he was talking about was Wi So-yeon the youngest disciple of Cheonjihoeju.
There were still two masked people next to Wei So-yeon.
He was already holding a dagger out and pointing it at his neck as if he would stab him at any chance so Geommajie also couldn’t get close to him easily.
however
“It wasn’t enough to disperse this much of the force so they took their time even though they had the ability to take them and run away. That means there is a different purpose…”
‘this guy?’
Kang Yeom’s eyes wavered.
While I was wondering if this could be possible Mo Qingyun looked at Wei Xiaoyeon who was unconscious and said with cold eyes.
“That’s not real.”
‘!!!!!!!’
< Episode 110: One World (3) > end
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