Episode 16: Sihyeolgok (3)
There is a saying that if you lose momentum it’s over.
The rugged-looking boy was completely defeated by Mok Gyeong-un’s cruel hands and could not even think of attacking him.
No he was right in saying that he felt fear and panic.
Mok Gyeong-un smiled and said to this boy.
“If you don’t hurry you won’t find this.”
Mo Gyeong-un shook the blood-soaked iron ball.
A boy with a rugged look who saw this momentarily turned his body and tried to run toward the valley as if he had missed it.
But soon his legs gave out and he fell.
The boy who fell several times was barely able to gain strength and enter the valley.
-Splash splash!
But the boy who was turning around like this was not the only one.
About three people returned to the valley with surprised faces and like the rugged boys they too were aiming for the first iron ball.
However they too were frightened by Mok Gyeong-un.
‘….He’s completely crazy.’
‘No matter what that’s true.’
‘You killed me without hesitation and stole my life.’
Moreover the method of killing was also enough to make him stick his tongue out.
They were afraid that if they made a mistake they might end up like that too.
“under…..”
There was someone who was watching this scene and was amazed.
He was a man with a devil mask called Gokju to the warriors of the Red Belt.
The warrior next to this demon mask spoke.
“….This is one item that came in.”
“I see.”
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen it happen this way. “The real weeding out should have started with that one iron ball.”
This was not simply a matter of who would find the iron ball first.
Setting the number of iron balls less than the number of people and extinguishing the torches were all calculated.
The first iron ball was the signal for thinning out.
A fight breaks out to get that one piece and this makes everyone realize it.
It didn’t end with just finding the iron ball.
The real key is how to protect it and carry it to the incense burner.
However the starting pattern has changed.
“By the way not only does he have hand speed but he also has unusual strength. “The spiracles were sealed with gold seals but the ulna was torn off so easily.”
Most warriors were amazed at Mo Gyeong-un’s cruel hand and strength.
However the demon mask was interesting from a different perspective.
‘I can’t believe I got an iron ball without getting a drop of water on my clothes.’
It was my first time in charge of a poetry song.
This is the case where you get an iron ball without even going into the water.
They set a time limit by killing one person and burning scented candles as an example so no matter how clever they are they are bound to jump into the valley water.
But he stayed there alone even though everyone else was running.
‘That’s what he was after from the beginning… That’s funny.’
Has anyone been this clever while going through this gateway so far?
It was impossible to do this without some distribution.
Thinking about it this way it occurred to me that his cruel hand speed might have all been calculated on purpose.
Meanwhile Mokgyeongun approached the incense burner.
“Is this enough?”
Mok Gyeong-un showed the blood-stained iron ball to the demon mask sitting on the rock.
At this the demon mask nodded his head and shouted.
Then he immediately opened his mouth.
“You…what is your name?”
‘!!!’
At that question a strange look appeared in the eyes of the warriors around him.
That is to say it was quite rare for the master of the evil spirit mask i.e. the singer to even ask for the name and show interest in the main text of Sihyeolgok.
At that time Mok Gyeong-un answered.
“This is Mok Gyeong-un.”
At those words the eyes visible through the gap in the mask narrowed.
‘Tree tillage?’
Since there were about 800 people he was not exactly familiar with who each individual was.
But I remembered the name Mok Gyeong-un.
This was because he was ordered to join late.
‘…Is this one of the two pastors who were brought in as a hostage?’
This surprised him again.
Naturally it was assumed that he came from a place with a great reputation among the secret world and the group that was selected from the group.
But he is from a Yeonmok swordsman called a prestigious martial arts expert.
The demon mask came to mind only half an hour ago.
[yes? Are you saying that the Yeonmok Swordmasters who were brought hostage should also be sent to Sihyeolgok?]
[This is the Lord’s name.]
[If it is a name of course I will accept it but is it okay? It is not a place that weak people can endure.]
[That is not something to worry about so do as instructed.]
[All right.]
He thought it didn’t matter as long as he intended to kill him by torturing him moderately.
But after seeing this my thoughts changed.
After all there was no way Hoeju would send it away without any reason.
‘Was it something like this? One thing is surprising.’
If I didn’t know that he was a Yeonmok swordsman I would never have thought that he was from a political faction.
Everything starting with the atmosphere was closer to this one.
‘You’ll know when you watch.’
Anyone close to this side will survive in some way in the valley called hell.
The demon mask which was staring at Mo Kyung-un took something out of its chest.
Then
“Take it.”
He flicked it to Mo Kyung-un with his finger.
-Shoot!
With a flick of his finger it flew straight towards Mo Kyung-un’s chest.
Mok Gyeong-un caught it with one hand.
‘This?’
It was a thin round silver plate with the number 1 engraved on it.
“It’s a triumph to pass this hurdle as the top student. Keep it with the iron ball you brought.”
‘Gateway? head?’
As I looked at Mo Kyung-un’s silver plaque I wondered to myself.
One fact could be inferred from the fact that he used the expression chief.
‘Is it competition?’
[Listen carefully. The odds of going to Sihyeolgok and surviving unscathed are slim to none.]
Based on what Bangsang Jo Uigong said it seemed like the structure survived through competition.
Even now two people have already died.
Or perhaps if his predictions are correct a bloody competition will begin soon.
-Splash splash!
Mok Gyeong-un’s prediction was exactly right.
Someone else found an iron ball.
Some people saw that the boy who had found the first one had foolishly cheered and was upset so he didn’t do that this time.
The moment I discovered it I immediately ran out of the valley.
It was definitely the right choice
“I think I found that guy!”
“Hold it!”
It stood out too much.
As he ran out of the valley water alone he was bound to be noticed.
About ten people rushed in at the same time to catch him.
“Damn it!”
There was no running away or making a fuss.
But then someone jumped out of the water grabbed the guy by the neck and broke it just like Mok-gyeong-un had done.
-Wood! with a splash!
So a second death occurred.
He took the iron ball from the dead guy and gestured a warning to the boys who were running towards him.
“Those who want to die come.”
The shirtless 18-year-old boy had a stocky body and had bizarre patterns drawn all over his upper body.
The boys who recognized this disintegrated and were unable to attack.
“shit!”
“It’s Jusalgok.”
Jusalgok (朱殺谷).
It is one of the three most notorious organizations under Cheonjihoe.
Even though the group was only about thirty people each and every one of them was a great expert and had unique martial arts skills so it was a place that everyone regarded as strange and fearful.
“They are pointless things.”
The boy stroked his hair once spoke in a disappointed tone and walked toward the incense burner.
The boy said in a whisper grazing the crook of his neck.
“Don’t think you’ll be ahead at the next hurdle.”
It was a clear declaration.
Mok Gyeong-un shrugged his shoulders.
He had no desire to waste his energy on something unnecessary.
‘What if you bother me…’
He licked his upper lip with his tongue as if to satisfy his appetite.
I think this place is really nice.
Like when he was in Yeonmok Sword he doesn’t have to worry about killing people.
The boy from Jusalgok who had not seen Mo Kyung-un’s face like this went in front of his incense burner and pointed an iron ball at the evil spirit mask.
“passing!”
Meanwhile chaos broke out here and there in the valley.
People who had found the iron ball appeared in droves and as they ran toward the incense burner the boys who were impatient because they could not find it rushed in and a fight broke out.
And the fight went beyond the level of simple suppression and created a situation of death and death.
“It has begun.”
At the warrior’s words the demon mask nodded and looked at the place.
At the point where two people were already dead the boys no longer hesitated to harm and kill each other.
The side of the valley was literally in chaos.
-Pupupupupup!
“Kukkkeok!”
Meanwhile there were a few that stood out.
A beautiful girl with a white face and short hair was moving forward finding a sharp rock somewhere and stabbing those who were running at her with it without hesitation.
Even though they couldn’t use internal energy their movements were so fast that the boys who were running towards them were helpless.
“I think I know who that girl is.”
“It’s a mohwa room.”
“You figured it out.”
How could you not recognize it?
That fast efficient dagger technique aimed only at vital points.
It is the killing of Mohwabang (帽花房).
Although they are now called the Three Major Salsu Groups Mohwabang was once called the Four Major Salsu Groups.
After quitting the Hanasal class I came under the umbrella of the Cheonjihoe.
“That’s great.”
I only held a sharp stone but that was something I could hope for when I unlocked the ban on internal energy.
While doing so the demon mask pointed at someone with its hand.
“I guess that guy is a secret priest.”
“Huh?”
An exclamation flowed from the warrior’s mouth.
A muscular and bulky boy charged forward like a bull but the boys he hit couldn’t stand it and were thrown away.
– Puff puff puff!
Bigyeongmun (比景門) was famous for his external skills called Cheolhyeon-Gong and his divine power was amazing probably because he trained external skills rather than internal skills.
“Whoa whoa.”
The boy from the secret gate arrived after shaking off all the boys who were rushing towards him.
“passing!”
And then the girl from the mother-in-law room also arrived.
“passing!”
In addition to them one by one the boys arrived in front of the incense burner in a bloody battle to get the iron ball.
Among them was a boy who took advantage of this moment.
This boy actually got the iron ball before anyone else but he was worried that he would become a target if he came forward when no one was looking for it so he waited for a fight to occur.
The boy managed to run to the incense burner raise the iron ball and shout.
“I found it.”
The boy twitched the corner of his mouth and liked it.
In fact the boy raised a question before the search for the iron ball began and then took a peek at the one stuck between the eyes of the boy who died due to the demon mask.
‘Stupid things. There was such an easy way.’
It felt stupid to see that no one was aware of this.
While doing so the demon mask shouted.
“No communication!”
“yes?”
“Literally.”
What does this mean?
Why did it not pass?
I didn’t understand.
“Why? “I definitely found an iron ball but why…”
-Wow!
Then something sharp grazed his neck.
Soon the boy’s head fell to the floor.
“I’m sure you told me not to question it.”
-Click!
The red-skinned warrior who cut off his head muttered and put his sword on his belt.
-thud!
As his head was cut off an iron ball fell from the boy’s hand and rolled across the floor.
The rolling iron ball passed through first and stopped in front of Mo Kyung-un who was sitting near the incense burner.
Mok Gyeong-un who saw this looked at the iron ball he was holding and laughed.
[six ten three]
On Mokgyeongun’s iron bead there was a small letter engraved on it: sixty-three.
However there was nothing engraved on the bead of the decapitated boy.
He shook his head but unluckily his head was lost.
the other side
‘I guess I should say I was lucky.’
In fact Mo Kyung-un also tried to remove the iron ball from the forehead of the dead boy while raising a question before the start.
However someone had already taken it in that short period of time so the method had to be changed.
Thanks to this he could be said to have enjoyed good luck.
However this feeling did not last long.
Rather Mok Gyeong-un savored the exquisite feast unfolding before his eyes with regret.
-Sneaking!
The energy of death overflowed everywhere as people died one after another in a bloody fight caused by iron balls.
If the spiracles had not been blocked with a gold seal the fortune of retrograde would have occurred right away.
‘hmm.’
But is there really a need to gather this energy?
Just in case Mok Gyeong-un stretched out his arms out into the air in the direction from which the spirit was flowing and memorized the phrase in his head.
‘I’m so hopeless… Miss Lee Hyeong-wishim…’
It was a formality.
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