Episode 77. Who is the culprit?
Han Ibi narrowed her eyes and looked at the graph again.
‘ah! Surprisingly, there is a pattern. It was a different pattern from normal martial arts…’
That was then.
puck!
With a loud sound, Jong Lihyuk slid backwards.
Although he had a hard time avoiding a hit, he ended up getting hit on the mound.
However, the force was so strong that he was pushed back a few steps in front of Han Ibi.
Han Ibi thought when she saw that scene.
‘Hiya… That’s truly incredible power… It can’t even be compared to the two of us.’
At that time, Jong Ri-hyeok’s face was distorted in extreme pain and he shouted at Han Ibi.
“What are you doing if you’re not helping? “Do you think I’m having a good time right now?”
But even at that moment, the iron flute comes rushing in again.
It appears that the intention is to suppress them without giving them any time to rest.
Jong Li-hyuk had no choice but to grab his sword once again and jump into the feast of brutal club strikes.
At that time, ‘realization’ flashed through Han Ibi’s mind.
A shiver runs down your spine.
‘It’s music.’
Han Ibi thought once again.
‘This is a melody.’
The identity of the trajectory represented by the strange path was ‘melody.’
In other words, the high and low points of the waves of sound and the arrangement of the ‘beat’ were behind the seemingly irregular ‘Tongso Gonbeop’.
In order to confirm whether her thoughts were correct, Han Yi-bi used ‘following eye technique’ again and began to analyze the trajectory.
It’s definitely true.
Everything was as he thought.
This is because the middle-aged man’s next move perfectly matched Han Ibi’s expectations.
Finally, Han Ibi found the rules for the irregular ‘sticking’.
All of this is thanks to Chujong Ansul.
Han Ibi thought.
‘The author is playing now. You don’t have to blow it with your mouth to play it. He is now… playing a martial arts tune. The song he’s playing now is like a storm, but then he suddenly takes a breather. That section is the inflection point where the ‘theme’ of this music repeats. Normally, in that situation, the enemy would be nervous and unable to do anything… but now I can understand the flow of the trajectory and predict the future to some extent.’
It was then.
puck!
A loud sound was heard.
In the end, Jong Ri-hyuk’s left shoulder was struck by a sharp object.
Jong Ri-hyuk screams silently in deep pain.
If things continued that way, Jong Ri-hyuk’s head would have been crushed by the striking iron flute.
Now is the time to really step up.
The thoughts were long, but the actions were fleeting.
Han Yi Fei immediately raised her sword and stabbed the middle-aged man in the side in a surprise attack.
Then the middle-aged man was startled and defended his side.
Kang!
Unlike before, he was struggling and barely able to defend himself.
The middle-aged man and Han Yi-bi frowned at the same time.
However, the implied meaning was completely different.
The middle-aged man realized that Han Yi-bi had seen his weakness and attacked him…
On the other hand, Han Yi-bi’s expression was crumpled out of regret that this beautiful melody was broken by his own attack.
‘What… am I talking for real…? ‘Beautiful?’
Han Ibi couldn’t help but be surprised by her own thoughts.
That’s right…
Strangely enough, Han Ibi ended up being fascinated by the paradoxical soundless music that could only be felt through ‘trajectory’ analysis.
A middle-aged man’s martial arts skills that appear ignorant and disorderly on the outside.
But behind it all, there was a very… and very beautiful tune.
Besides, wasn’t he the one who broke that beautiful melody?
Breakage of a part leads to the collapse of the whole. At least in music.
This is because music is a high-level art that operates in harmony created by ‘differences in height and low.’
The hideous ‘destruction’ planned by Han Ibi was ruining the entire great masterpiece.
As Han Yi-bi hesitated at this thought, the middle-aged man started playing martial arts without sound again.
Now the target had completely changed from Jong Ri-hyuk to Han Ibi.
The molars of a middle-aged man clenched tightly.
Flesh protruded above the cheek.
I think I got ten pieces.
Han Ibi opened the Bagua status window.
The lights on the steps of ‘Gon (坤)’ and ‘Lee (離)’ turned on at the same time.
Slurp!
The iron bull passed by Han Ibi’s bangs by a narrow margin.
If it weren’t for Hanzo’s sword’s ‘pleasure’ attribute, he would have been hit on the head and sprawled on the floor.
Han Ibi felt a chill down her spine.
The same battle was repeated several more times.
Jong Ri-hyuk, who was tending to his injuries next to him, felt something strange and said.
“Why aren’t you attacking?”
Yes.
A strange situation for anyone to see.
But Han Ibi also had her own circumstances.
‘How can I break that stiff bastard without destroying this beautiful music?’
I had to admit it first.
The fact that you want to keep listening to this song.
The ridiculous desire to beat him without ruining this music.
‘It’s such a strange thing… I’ve never even heard of music because I was so busy making a living after graduating from college…’
Anyway, I can’t die because I like music.
Han Ibi also found an opening at the moment and began inserting the Hanzo sword through a simple thrust of the Gyeongpyeon Sohae sword.
Although it was only a few attacks, the timing was shocking enough to catch one off guard.
However, the middle-aged man remained unfazed and continued to use his vegetarian skills.
The main stream of the ‘Tongso Gonbeop’ that he implements is the ‘Music Soul Sangbeop (音魂狀法)’.
Each of those herbivores is seemingly random.
However, huge ‘unity’ and ‘completeness’ are hidden within it.
If the opponent responds incorrectly even once… it will immediately lead to the enemy’s destruction.
That one time.
That one opportunity was enough.
But…
something was strange. I feel frustrated as my herbivorous diet suddenly stops.
What is this annoying energy?…
‘No way!’
Then I suddenly realized.
The cause of this bad feeling.
He was being interrupted now.
To be precise, Han Yi-bi was sabotaging the ‘Josung (調性)’ by twisting it.
In other words, the same music is played at different pitches.
That was the method that Han Ibi found!
Han Ibi thought, raising the corners of her mouth with a grin.
‘I’ll play for you. A vulgar bastard like you, with all his pretense, is not worthy of being the ruler of this beautiful melody!’
However, a resolution will not be reached if the same route is used.
Han Ibi was playing a toneless tune in her own way, overturning the rhythm and beat.
In the end, the middle-aged man became confused and scared.
‘This… How does this guy know the law of adultery?’
Could it be that his master had studied this shady business method from someone else without his knowledge? Or…
All kinds of speculations were running through his mind.
A club that seemed just ignorant until then… no, a tungso steaming pad.
However, when I encountered Han Ibi’s Taoist method, the regularity was finally revealed to the world.
Although he was a middle-aged man who seemed very cool-headed before, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed when things turned out like this.
A middle-aged man spoke in the midst of a fierce battle.
“How do you…how do you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“How do you… do this martial arts… do you even know your master…”
“I don’t even know who you are, so how can I even know your master?”
“But how…”
“Oh, that’s right! “I know one thing.”
The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed.
Han Ibi continued speaking.
“I mean, it’s so simple. “Would you say it’s at the level of a child?”
“What is that…”
Han Ibi could sense it.
Because he was able to see the sheet music with his eyes through his ‘eyesight technique’…
The middle-aged man’s performance was quite excellent, but in the end, it was no different from that of a child who had barely practiced the ‘master’s’ piece.
Han Yi-bi gathered her thoughts and held onto the Hanzo sword.
While trying not to destroy the structure of the song, he started flipping the notes and putting off beats.
It was like an unannounced ad-lib during a live performance…
Then the middle-aged man’s performance began to fall apart!
The Hanzo sword’s dull-looking but sharp blade had begun to scratch the middle-aged man’s clothes.
Han Ibi was even happy.
A sword dance moving around in space as music score felt extremely fulfilling.
He swung the Hanzo sword even more fiercely.
Kang! Kang!
Surprisingly, the middle-aged man now spent more time defending against Han Ibi’s attacks.
Now the direction of the fight is completely opposite to what it was in the beginning.
And that too in a very short period of time!
Even if there is a gap in martial arts level with your opponent, there is nothing to be afraid of if you know the enemy’s path accurately.
So, in fact, if Han Ibi had been able to control her reluctance just a little, she could have cut him down a long time ago.
Anyway, he was so happy and excited about his newly acquired ‘sword music’ that he couldn’t stop.
It was no different from testing one’s enlightenment against a middle-aged man as a sparring partner.
For that reason, Han Ibi’s face must have become completely flushed and red.
Being extremely excited.
However, Jong Ri-hyuk, who was watching from the side without knowing what was going on, felt like Han Yi-bi was in a very critical situation.
I was anxious because it felt like the middle-aged man’s iron flute was going to hit Han Ibi’s head right now.
Swish!
In the end, as soon as Jong Li-hyuk recovered from his injuries, he joined forces with Han Yi-bi and went on the offensive.
From a middle-aged man’s point of view, it was an astonishing thing.
Now, just dealing with Han Yi-bi was overwhelming, but to have support coming from the side…
Not long after Jong Li-hyuk jumped in, the middle-aged man quickly found himself outnumbered.
But instead, Han Ibi’s expression becomes distorted.
Surprisingly, he was now feeling uncomfortable as his own performance was interrupted.
‘Tsk tsk. I can’t bear to tell them to leave… Now I have to fight properly and put an end to it.’
As Han Ibi expanded her offensive, she reached the ‘peak’ of her performance.
All of this was possible because Han Ibi was fully aware of the other person’s notes.
This confrontation is looking more one-sided as time goes by.
However, in reality, it was an issue that could easily be overturned if a middle-aged man simply changed the score to something else.
However, fear narrows a person’s perspective.
The middle-aged man’s situation was exactly like that right now.
The fear that the other person was fully aware of his martial arts skills was suppressing the risk of trying other options.
Doing what he believes he can do best… that’s the only strategy he has for now.
Han Ibi’s Hanjo sword, which had gained momentum, was going higher or lower, completing a piece of sword dance.
A split-second moment when the middle-aged man’s head felt like it was going to fly off at any moment.
pop!
A loud noise was heard and smoke rose.
Then Jong Ri-hyuk, who had relatively much experience as a strongman, shouted.
“Hold your breath…! “Stop breathing!”
As soon as Han Ibi heard the shout, she instinctively stopped breathing.
A situation where all actions are paused.
Without missing that brief moment, the middle-aged man began to pull out.
His white coat was torn here and there and stained with his own blood, so he looked extremely dirty.
There was no doubt that it was a shabby exit compared to the wonderful entrance that was a model of Shinseon Advent.
Han Ibi, startled by his unexpected movements, took a step forward to follow him as he ran away.
The person who blocked his path was Jong Ri-hyuk.
He said as he led Han Ibi down the watchtower to avoid the smoke.
“You better be careful because they use poison. And now, the priority is to round up the members of the sect.”
Han Ibi also nodded.
(Continued in the next part)
