Episode 976 There is no way not to believe it. (1)
The phrase ‘the sound of a river flowing’ is actually somewhat awkward.
Streams flow with sound, but few people can hear the sound of deep rivers flowing. The river just flows smoothly.
However, those standing here on Maehwa Island clearly heard the sound of the river flowing at this moment. The sound that is like a certain rhythm created by waves meeting each other.
There is such extreme silence and silence on this island.
I can’t believe it even when I see it with my own eyes.
Three great disciples of Hwasan. Now, a young swordsman who has barely passed the age limit is pushing the Black Dragon King, who has established an absolute position in the powerhouse called Dosan Geomrim.
Looking at it objectively, the severity of the injuries suffered by the two people is not very different.
Of course, there were cuts and holes all over the Black Dragon King’s body. However, considering its large body and strength, an injury of that magnitude cannot be considered fatal.
On the other hand, Qingming’s injury was limited to one hand, but that hand was damaged to the point where it was almost impossible to move.
The flesh on the back of the hand is almost torn off to the point where the white bones are visible, and the palm is a mess as if it has been sliced.
If someone arrived here now and looked at the two people, they would have had a hard time answering who had the upper hand.
However, no one, including those here who have watched this match with their own eyes from the beginning until now, would dare call this match a ‘draw’.
A feeling of extreme discomfort gripped everyone. In the face of the sight of the common sense we took for granted collapsing, we have no choice but to remain silent.
“….”
Namgoongmyeong was about to say something, but he couldn’t get the words out and closed his mouth. It would be impossible to express how I feel right now with any words.
He suddenly looked down at his hands. There was so much cold sweat that it ran down my palms.
‘Who on earth is that person…’
I don’t understand. No, maybe it’s scary.
The sword of Cheongmyeong was obviously thoroughly calculated. Namgung Myeong also uses the surname Namgung. As a direct descendant of the Namgung family, who has never once lost his place as the best swordsman in the world, he was able to understand right away.
How much effort and persistence is put into that single swing that seems like nothing.
No, even if you don’t use Namgung’s last name, you wouldn’t know it if you use a sword.
But can that effort alone explain all of this sight? No matter how hard you push yourself, even if you sharpen yourself to the limit as if you were a sharp sword, will you be able to fight like that?
‘It’s impossible.’
That is not something that can be said to be learned. It is not something that is possible even if there is will.
That Cheongmyeong is simply something fundamentally different.
I don’t know what made the author do that, but just watching him swing his sword gave me goosebumps all over my body. My chin was shaking slightly and my blood felt cold.
It was then.
“That damn human…”
“Tsk.”
An irritated voice came from the five swords standing next to him. No, it would be more correct to say that it is anger rather than irritation.
What they were seeing was clear.
But after a while, a strange scene unfolded. Cheongmyeong, who had immediately captured Namgoongmyeong to the point where he couldn’t breathe, was tearing off his clothes.
Cheeeeeeeee!
Cheongmyeong tied up the messed up left sleeve with the torn hem of his clothes.
“Tsk.”
It was inherently impossible to take care of one’s body while attacking the enemy. Even though I was constantly told that not getting hurt was more important than killing the enemy, I never once took care of my own injuries while fighting.
But now he was clumsily wrapping his hand using the hem of his clothes as a bandage. It was because there were eyes glaring at him as if they were going to kill him.
‘Damn bastards.’
Baekcheon and Jogeol Yoonjong had their eyes wide open, and Yu Iseol’s expression didn’t change, but she seemed ready to rush in and strangle Cheongmyeong at any moment. In particular, Tang Soso’s face, spewing murderous energy behind him, was so scary that I couldn’t even bear to look at it.
Cheongmyeong smiled as he adjusted his injured hand.
If Tang Bo had seen him take care of the wounded during the battle because he was afraid of others, he might have foamed at the mouth and walked away.
Kuuk!
Cheongmyeong, who pulled the hem of the door with his teeth and tied his hands together, spit out the sand that stuck to his lips and adjusted his sword. And even thinking about it again, I smiled slightly as if it was absurd.
Just in time, the Black Dragon King raised his large body.
Blood was flowing from his lip, which he bit down as if he was barely holding back his anger. His scimitar was trembling as it touched the floor.
“This…”
At that moment, a frenzied energy emanated from the Black Dragon King’s whole body.
The energy was so overwhelming that people among the enemy could be seen fainting here and there. The energy was so tremendous that even the disciples of Hwasan were shocked.
“What a rat!”
The Black Dragon King’s eyes were bloodshot.
What does this all mean?
I accept that speed. However, none of the injuries he suffered from fighting that damn bastard were due to his ‘skill’.
It is the result of the courage of pushing forward without taking care of my injuries, the absurd improvisation, and the madness of that crazy man.
Although he was swearing on the outside, his face was tinged with an extremely cautious light.
‘That guy is extremely accustomed to battle.’
No, in fact, the word terrible was a poor way to describe what he had just experienced. Even he, who usually despises learning, felt bitter at not being able to find words to express the madness and venom at this moment.
An ordinary warrior waits for the opponent’s opportunity. And the ultimate warrior creates a gap in the opponent with his own power.
But that guy doesn’t just stay at that level.
This is at the level of forcibly twisting the wound, inserting fingernails and fangs into the gap created, and opening the wound.
Jerk. Jerk.
He pulled the hem of his clothes tightly around his teeth and tied them again, staring at the approaching Cheongmyeong.
Even the sound of those footsteps was daunting.
Wow.
The Black Dragon King gritted his teeth.
No rabbit approaches the tiger first. At least being able to approach first during a battle is clear evidence that you have the upper hand.
It was a situation where the Black Dragon King’s lofty pride could be torn to shreds, but instead of swearing and yelling loudly as usual, he slowly aimed his scimitar forward.
The movements were extremely deliberate.
It symbolized recognition. This means that he accepted the small swordsman standing in front of him as a great enemy that he had to fight with his life.
No strong person can be strong from the beginning. Didn’t he also survive among those who were stronger than him and climb up here?
Instead of sweeping around like a storm, a deadly sharpness like a blade began to flow through him.
The corners of Cheongmyeong’s mouth curled up in a fishy tone.
“I guess it’s worth a try now.”
“Don’t be cocky. “Oh my gosh…”
The Black Dragon King could not finish his words. It seemed as if someone had covered his mouth. It was because I couldn’t bear to call that crazy Taoist a brat.
“Tsk.”
The Black Dragon King’s eyes darkened as he pursed his lips.
He knows.
The results justify everything. The stronger the author, the greater the praise given to the Black Dragon King when he ultimately wins.
So…
the Black Dragon King’s toes slowly push the sand as he catches his breath. The scimitar rose naturally up and down with each breath.
His eyes, which had been running wild like a wild boar hit by a fire, slowly changed into those of a warrior.
Sigh!
As soon as his toes hit the ground, the black seal of the Black Dragon King shot forward like an illusion. At the same time as the sand began to rise upward, the body of the Black Dragon King reached Cheongmyeong’s face.
Whiwig!
Short, quick thrusts followed.
This is not an attack based solely on defeat. A thrust that takes extreme advantage of the sword, which is longer than a spear. Before the first thrust could reach its full length, the remnants of the sword, divided into dozens, poured out with the force of sweeping over Cheongmyeong’s entire body.
Qingming quickly stepped back. However, at that moment, the remnants sent by the Black Dragon King chased after the boat, stretching out even further.
“Sigh!”
With a short burst of energy, Cheongmyeong stretched out his sword like a poisonous snake flying towards a point in the sky.
Kagang!
The sword of Cheongmyeong, which accurately penetrated the space between the pottery, bounced left and right widely, pushing back the incoming attack to the left and right. It was the exact moment when Cheongmyeong was about to throw his sword through the gap that had been created as if squeezing the space.
Whiing!
With a sound like a whistle, the Black Dragon King’s Dao rushed like a beam of light through the space created by Cheongmyeong. Cheongmyeong momentarily twisted his hand and raised the sword vertically.
Kaaaaaaaa!
The blade of the sword and the sword collided in the air, and Cheongmyeong’s body bounced backwards.
At that moment, the Black Dragon King corrected the Tao.
Quang!
His feet stepped on the ground as if they were going to explode, and at the same time, his raised sword fiercely slashed the air.
Quaaaaaaa!
Ink-colored pottery poured out like a waterfall from the end of the sword. It was as if a line had been drawn in the air with a single stroke of a huge brush!
In response to the flying sword that threatened to shatter him, Cheongmyeong twisted his body in the air and placed his sword behind his back.
“Hwaaaaaap!”
A red crescent-shaped sword energy was released from the tip of Cheongmyeong’s sword, which was swung like a whip. The sword energy, which resembled the light of a setting sunset, collided head-on with the flying ink-colored pottery.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The moment the two energies collided, a huge explosion of energy occurred in the air along with a tremendous roar as if a cannon had been fired.
Coo!
At that moment, the ink-colored pottery on the tip of the Black Dragon King’s sword swirled around. The pottery, which had grown to the size of a house in an instant, condensed and condensed into a single line. Then it immediately wrapped itself around the sword and began to spin violently.
“Hooooooooooo!”
The Black Dragon King burst out laughing and burst into laughter. Then, the energy rose further, and the scimitar was soon completely wrapped in the explosively rotating black pottery.
Paaaaaaaaaaaa!
He lowered his sword as if tearing the air apart. The sword extending from the Tao drew nine rough lines on the canvas of the sky.
Go to Kowloon!
It seems as if nine black dragons are flying towards Cheongmyeong.
For the first time, screams came from the mouths of the volcano disciples who were watching the incredible scene.
“Cheongmyeongaaaa!”
But at that moment, a red dot appeared in the air.
Water-colored sky and vividly blue river. In that canvas-like world, red flowers bloomed like clouds.
Explosive flowering.
The plum blossoms bloomed in hundreds or even thousands, creating a huge wall in the air. The world turned red as if the sunset was spreading across the blue sky.
Eventually, the nine dragons intertwined and collided head-on with the red plum wall blocking them.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Red and black energies exploded and scattered like firecrackers along with a huge explosion that felt as if a mountain was collapsing.
