Episode 418 I almost became one-armed.
Resting with the religious leader?
It felt like an eternity passed by, an uncomfortable yet awkwardly awkward yet awkward time where I couldn’t find anything to say.
During the break, which was short and long, no one was comfortable making jokes. Even I, who was always thinking about making fun of someone and finding a joke, had no clever idea to break this silence.
In that silent atmosphere, the demon sometimes sighed, so we often looked at the expression on the demon’s face.
Just by looking at it, the state of mind appears to be complicated. As the gathered people continued to stare, the demon finally opened his mouth.
“Chairman, may I suggest a way to do this?”
The religious leader answered.
“What is it?”
Saekma said something unexpected.
“Actually, I’m good at Naryeotagon. “It’s kind of a habit.”
“….”
“It may be a bit strange to express it, but I don’t know why Naritagon is embarrassed when fighting. Maybe it’s because I’ve been fighting with a lot of people since I was young, so rolling and crawling fall into the category of fighting to me. “Because it is more important to survive, even if it means rolling and crawling, than to die for the sake of saving face.”
I added a word.
“This can be happen.”
“It seems like a habit I developed because I fought often before I learned martial arts. Perhaps because of that habit, I actually had a fight with Moonju, holding him by his hair, throwing dirt in his eyes, and rolling around on the floor. “It was truly a feast for Nareotagon at that time.”
This time everyone looked at me.
“….”
The white-robed student asked me with a puzzled expression.
“Is it true?”
“You can’t deny it.”
The eldest brother helped from the side.
“Actually, I watched it. It was not lazy donkeys but crazy donkeys fighting. “That was the first time I saw a fight that made the people watching feel embarrassed.”
Is there such a reassuring and authentic eyewitness account?
The color demon said.
“So, I am used to dog fighting, so even in this fight, I often almost ended up fighting even when it wasn’t dangerous. “It was a very unfavorable match for me.”
I responded to the demon’s words in a serious tone.
“I understand. “I don’t know about everyone, but in fact, the nickname ‘poop-sitter’ came about because he actually had diarrhea while fighting with me.”
“Why are you talking about that now?”
“It means what you said is not a lie.”
“Why is that an example?”
The blood cult leader asked the color demon.
“Really? “How can that be?”
I answered.
“I’m sick of being poisoned by Mo Yongbaek here. “If it were me, I would have already retired from the powerhouse when I got tired.”
The color demon suddenly glared at Mo Yongbai.
“Was it poison you created? “I can’t believe I’m looking for the culprit now.”
Mo Yongbaek answered in a calm tone.
“A criminal? Of course, I didn’t know that Confucius dreamed of eating it. “I only made it because Moonju, who was more scared at the time than now, requested it.”
Cheonak, who was listening from a little distance away, asked.
“You said you were scarier back then? why.”
Mo Yongbaek said while looking around at us.
“At that time, Master Moon’s mania was much more serious than it is now. “I was ordered to send a subordinate to manufacture the best anti-diarrheal medicine in the province. How could a single member not make it?”
“….”
The eldest brother interrupted the flow of conversation.
“Let’s stop this smelly story.”
Even though I told him to stop, the blood cult leader asked me a question.
“Then why am I covered in blood? “I’ve never been cheap.”
I clicked my tongue and responded.
“The eldest brother told me to stop. stop.”
It is a law that people must be sure to make and break things.
The color demon said.
“I’m a bit speechless. The mixing method I propose is a contest of freezing and thawing. It’s okay for the religious leader to hold out his sword, and it’s okay for me to hold out my dagger. If you personally feel the status of a teacher, it will be helpful in your future training. Whether I fight dirty while using Narryotagon or fight with my strength, the result will be the same. Of course… no.”
Anticipating the afterword, it seems like he wanted to say that life and death are different, but in fact, the same goes for the religious leader. If the fight in the volcano had been life-or-death, the cult leader would not have fought like this in the first place.
Surprisingly, the leader immediately realized what the devil was talking about.
“Did you mean to say that life and death are different?”
The demon responded with a surprised expression.
“yes.”
“What’s different?”
The demon looked straight at the cult leader.
“I would have fought, prepared to die. “I think it’s the last fight.”
“Win or lose.”
“Winning or losing is meaningless. “I would have gone to Donggui while holding on to one of the religious leader’s arms.”
As the demon laughed heartily, the religious leader asked.
“Would you have died satisfied if I had just one arm?”
“It would have been better than dying altogether.”
The leader said with a slight smile.
“You almost became one-armed in a volcano.”
“I know this fight is not going as intended. “I spoke presumptuously.”
The religious leader said.
“Then let’s take your approach and do it this way. You first freeze my sword and hold out the handle to me. The confrontation starts from the moment I hold the sword. If I can’t fully draw my sword, I’ll consider myself defeated. “This will fit the freezing and thawing battle.”
“If I freeze first, won’t the cult leader be at a disadvantage?”
“This is better than watching your trip.”
“yes.”
“Get ready right away.”
“Have you rested already?”
When the leader handed over the Heavenly Demon Sword without answering, the Color Demon looked at the sword for a moment, then held it upside down and injected an ice ball.
We who were watching could also feel the cold radiating from the Heavenly Demon Sword held by the Color Demon.
Even as we talked like this, the volcanic dance continued naturally.
The Heavenly Demon Sword held in the hand of the color demon gradually turned white.
The demon said as he held out the handle to the religious leader.
“Following the leader’s ice jutsu, I prepared an ice sword.”
While the cult leader was looking, the Heavenly Demon Sword was enveloped in such thick cold that it was difficult to recognize its shape.
The devil smiled.
“It’s cold, so be careful.”
“You have to be careful.”
As the leader grabbed the white handle of the Heavenly Demon Sword, his hands immediately froze to white.
It was our first time seeing a dance like this, so we just watched the two with our mouths shut.
“….”
The leader’s hand first regained its shape, and the cold clinging to the handle of the sword slowly melted. Soon, the shape of the sword was clearly revealed, and the part corresponding to the body of the sword gradually melted.
As the demon tilted his head with a frown, the melting coldness stopped for a moment.
It was a fairly static match, but the expression on the horse’s face was different. His complexion became pale little by little, and he seemed to be holding on by pulling up all his internal energy, and it seemed as if he was actually resisting the cold, as hot steam rose from all over his body.
Meanwhile, the leader moved his eyes and looked over our situation as if preparing for a sudden surprise attack.
Was Saekma’s suggestion a good one?
The shit-stalker held out against the cult leader for quite some time.
It’s a bit of a random guess, but…
if Saekma suffered from cold poison for a long time, it means that he had frequent diarrhea. For this guy, wasn’t the nickname ‘poop-sitter’ actually a representative identity that penetrates his essence?
Or not.
The leader’s complexion has not changed even once.
The leader suddenly released his hand and placed his palm on the tip of the sword handle with his five fingers spread out.
Then, the season, presumed to be tension, flowed from the palm. A three-colored beam of light slowly extended from the cult leader’s palm and advanced, wrapping around the Heavenly Demon Sword.
It seemed as if the religious leader had exposed one of the seasons because of his shamanism.
In any case, even the color magic was helpless against this movement of tension.
As the three rays of light wrapped around the Heavenly Demon Sword and melted the ice ball without a trace, the color demon’s whole body trembled and he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand.
widely!
It was a structure that endured with the coldness of the twins. Now that I think about it, this bastard was really a stubborn man. Strangely enough, the three-colored beam of light stopped its advance for a moment, as if it were being blocked by pure white cold.
The leader looked at the demon and praised him for holding up well.
“good night.”
Next, the three-colored rays of light twisted as if they were invading each other’s territory, entangled in the elongated sword body, and then advanced again. It looked like three snakes biting each other.
It was amazing for me to watch too.
This is because the three snakes seemed to be releasing additional heat as they bit each other. So, it seemed as if three colored beams of light with different properties were competing with each other and the heat generated was melting the ice ball.
If you were hit with this force, you would feel extreme pain.
Is this a difference in rank?
Unless it was Cheonak or Shingae, there seemed to be virtually no expert who could withstand that tension. So, through this confrontation, we could see that the sect leader did not fight perfectly in the previous fight.
The leader looked at the color demon, and just as the tension of the three colors was about to reach the color demon’s hand, he grabbed the handle and pulled out the Heavenly Demon Sword without any hesitation.
Sreung…!
Then, when the demon stumbled and tried to sit down, a nearby white-robed student kicked a chair and sent it flying.
The demon sat down on the chair that had just arrived and looked at the religious leader.
The leader spoke to the demon while burning all the moisture on the blade of the Heavenly Demon Sword.
“It held up well. To achieve this level at your age is a very great thing.”
“Yes, leader.”
The expression on the devil’s face showed a complex state of mind, but it seemed difficult to resolve it in an instant.
The religious leader said.
“It was an ice ball that could not be melted quickly with simple internal strength alone. “I also used tension.”
“Anyway, I lost. “If I had known a different method, I would have frozen it even harder.”
The demon said as he looked around at us.
“It’s not right to engage in wheel battles all night long. “I think it would be better to rest tonight and then resume. What do you all think?”
The religious leader answered.
“no. “It would be right to deal with the Blood Demon and the White Coat until today and resolve the issue with Munju tomorrow.”
The leader of the cult was really not an ordinary man.
The eldest brother nodded and said to the younger brother that he should rest a little more.
“How do you feel about confronting the religious leader one-on-one?”
The color demon said.
“Actually, I told Yoran that if he succeeds in my ice skills, there will be no rivals, but I will assume that I haven’t succeeded yet. There are parts that are vague in the upper levels, like stairs, so I don’t know where the ice ball ends. However, if someone who has mastered the Ice Ball someday appears, I will research it so that it will not be melted by anything. Third, how did you view the leader’s response?”
Why do you need to ask me?
I thought for a moment and then answered.
“It would have been difficult to block because the conflicting energy collided with the sword and the cold energy was torn away. I think it would be more accurate to say that it was torn rather than melted. But holding on for that long is also a great thing. What is missing from this static competition is speed. From now on, the speed at which you can quickly spread cold in an instant remains your homework. In fact, if you meet an expert like Gyoju who can use various techniques and create collisions and explosions, you will continue to struggle.”
The color demon nodded and looked at his eldest brother.
“What did you think, Master?”
“Remember the time you just endured. “If you are a top expert, you won’t be given more time than that, so as you said, it was a dance with a lot to learn.”
The demon nodded and spoke to the religious leader.
“Sir, I will remember and relive this fight for a long time.”
Surprisingly…
I thought it was a match that best suited the term volcanic bimu.
The problem is me.
If the sect leader takes a break after dealing with the white-robed student and the blood sect leader, the possibility of having a one-on-one match with the fully recovered sect leader has greatly increased.
Nevertheless, I hoped that the white-clothed student and the blood cult leader would not take away the power of the cult leader in some strange way. This is because I did not want to win through trickery when I was already in a more advantageous situation.
Because their turn had come….
The timid white-robed scholar and the mentally unstable blood cult leader looked at each other. What on earth does the blood cult leader think of the white-robed student? He immediately said this in casual language.
“You try first.”
The white student answered with a smile.
“hate.”
“….”
“You take on the challenge first.”
The blood cult leader also laughed.
“What if I don’t like it?”
I applauded the two people who cruelly lowered the status of volcanic dance in an instant.
Clap clap clap.
Only in this way can we say that we are a white-robed student and a bloodbath. I took the ink knife out of my pocket and smashed it into the table.
“I’ll make it simple.”
Everyone looked at me.
I pointed to the black carriage with my finger and then spoke.
“Let’s take the order briefly with a light ball. The senior coachman will check if you touch the carriage. The person who takes a shot and comes back and draws a dagger first wins. Since the loser’s light attack skills are inferior, he should naturally fight first. Don’t argue childishly. If you don’t like this, let’s fight together first. Anyway, I’m curious about the fight between the two. “What do you two want to do?”
The white student said.
“Let’s do it lightly.”
The blood cult leader smiled and answered.
“Let’s do that.”
At this time, the sound of horses neighing was suddenly heard, and the carriage moved.
“…!”
We both looked at the carriage with puzzled expressions. The coachman’s voice came from the moving carriage.
“It’s too close, so we’re moving a little.”
“Wow…”
I also applauded the coachman. Maybe he’s that quick-witted?
When I thought about it, in order to serve as the leader of the cult, I would have to be the quickest-witted man in the world.
