Episode 420 Please take care of my disciple.
The white student asked me.
“Munju.”
“why.”
“What is the meaning of a battle without a chance of winning?”
I looked at the expression on the white student’s face and answered.
“In the past, when you attacked the master with the students, did you have a chance of winning?”
“There was half of it. “Because I prepared for a long time.”
So, it seems that the white-clothed scholar did not expect that he would deal with the religious leader one-on-one even while coming to Hwasan.
“Perhaps senior Cheonak took responsibility for many of the sins you committed. One-on-one has that meaning. Accepting the results alone. This is a moment where you, who have always used senior Cheonak’s power in a spiteful way, have to deal with it on your own. Fortunately, the fight in the volcano is not life or death. There is a task in front of you that will be a more valuable process than the outcome of winning or losing… Why are you only thinking about defeat? “It also has a nickname called Baekuimuje.”
As I gave a few words of encouragement, the white-robed student muttered in a self-deprecating tone.
“It’s the Emperor of White Clothes… I’m ready, leader.”
The leader responded as if it was unexpected.
“I thought you were going to suggest a light-air competition or something else.”
The white student said.
“Oh, before that, let’s just point out one thing.”
“What.”
“Sending ganja has been a consistent practice since I was a student in the past.”
“Know.”
“The church also sent us ganja and was caught several times. Let’s think of it as business. “I also had a hard time picking out the ganja who was my disciple.”
At this time, a man with his head slightly lowered appeared and moved towards the blood cultist’s sword that had fallen on the ground. I wondered if someone had suddenly appeared, but it was a senior coachman whom I had never seen up close.
I spoke to the driver who was taking the sword.
“Thank you, coachman, for your hard work. “Take a piece of meat too.”
The driver carrying the Great Cloud Sword looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.
“You still have a showdown left.”
“The leader of the cult is someone you can’t control with a sword, so take it with you.”
Only then did I make eye contact with the driver and then gave him a shot as he approached me. The coachman, carrying two long swords, spoke to the religious leader.
“I’m going back.”
Come to think of it, the famous sword of the Heavenly Demon Church is stored in a carriage outside the manor. Of course, the driver’s skills could not have been poor, but it was evident that he was extremely careful with his behavior in front of the leader and us. Therefore, the depth of the footwork could not be confirmed.
The religious leader asked the white-robed student.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
The religious leader said.
“You are another disciple of Heukseon. Let’s take a look at your skills.”
“Do you know Master?”
“Of course you should know. The leader of the Sentai clan, the leader of the Sentai clan, Heukseon, was my goal when I was young. “It’s been quite a long time since I couldn’t take those three lightly.”
The religious leader and the white-robed student got up side by side and moved to a wide area.
All the people watching came towards me and took their seats again. Somehow, there was a consensus that more space should be secured.
The only man walking around was Maehwajangju.
I relighted the torches that had been extinguished here and there, and occasionally picked up stones that were lying on the floor and threw them far away. He carefully checked whether there was anything that could be a variable, as if he were solely responsible for the business that took place here.
The religious leader’s expression was always unrecognizable, so there was nothing worth seeing.
The expression on the white student’s face was worth seeing.
Given his personality, he must have really disliked having a one-on-one relationship with the cult leader… That feeling was evident in his facial expression.
The white-robed student spoke to the religious leader with his back to me.
“I have hated you very much for a long time.”
“I see. The reason is?”
“I hated you before I even found the reason.”
“Do you understand now?”
“I think I get the idea.”
“Because he’s similar to your master?”
“There’s that, but in the end, I guess I hated myself because I felt like I was becoming like you. Now that I’m honest, I’ll tell you. If I hadn’t met Hao Wenzhou at some point, you and I would have been fighting for the best in the world in terms of notoriety.”
The leader answered with a slight smile.
“You have finally escaped from your master’s shadow.”
“Can you interpret it that way? “It sounds like a gift.”
The white-robed scholar erased his smile and spoke as if warning the religious leader.
“Be careful, leader.”
“….”
As the leader slightly tilted his head, the white-robed student uttered a word that was difficult to interpret right away.
“…I ask for your disciple.”
The tone was odd, but I thought it sounded like a will.
‘what?’
Isn’t this what you’re saying to Cheonak?
Since when did the white-robed student take care of his students?
When the sect leader and the white-robed student soon faced each other, energy waves clashed with each other, and in an instant, sand, dust, and small stones swirled as if caught in a storm.
I muttered as soon as I got up from my seat.
“what are you doing. “Isn’t it rain?”
Heavenly evil warned me.
“Be quite. “It interferes with dancing.”
I felt a little relieved because Cheonak said it was a secret. But as I watched what was happening in front of my eyes, I was embarrassed again.
No matter how you look at it, it’s not a fight.
As soon as a cloud-like thing popped out from the white-robed student’s back, it changed into the shape of wings, and because of that, the white-robed student’s movements became more intense, as if he was fighting while floating in the air. From the beginning, he was giving his all, as if he had raised his attack power and poured it out in a short amount of time.
Only then did I realize that the white-robed scholar was a man who did not distinguish between business and life. It didn’t seem like simple pride. It just seemed like it was natural to fight like this.
Did you prepare for death?
Then, when I ask for a disciple, I do not mean the disciples I treated like slaves, but the disciples I talked to in the cave. These are the disciples we have been producing for a thousand years. So, if we reinterpret the words of the white robe student…
he meant asking for the charlatans.
I really had a hard time turning the decisive battle in Hwasan into a non-sword battle, so why fight like this?
I took my gaze away from the intense fight taking place in front of me and looked at Cheonak. Cheonak seemed to know what I was thinking as he shook his head and said.
“…He is so stubborn that even the original master gave up. “He has never been stubborn, so he was often beaten by me, but he was never beaten simply because he was weaker than me.”
“Um, is that so?”
“The Baek family warned us in advance, so the religious leader will not fight casually.”
From anyone’s perspective, it didn’t look like a casual fight.
It’s not like they’re doing it because of me, and I don’t think they’re doing it because of the thousand-year charlatans. Maybe it was because he often urged life and death decisions on the disciples he had treated like slaves?
It seems that his harsh nature towards his students did not encourage him to try the martial arts that he cowardly retreated from.
As the leader poured out tension, the body of the white-robed student who was catching it was pushed forward while barely floating above the ground, and before he knew it, it was instantly balanced with white wings, unclear whether it was a light attack or a grasping technique, and fell back to the ground.
I held out my hand to stop the dancing, but couldn’t say anything.
This is because not only the white-robed student but also the religious leader looked happier than ever. If this happens, no one can stop it.
The religious leader said.
“You look like a disciple of the Black Ship.”
The white-robed student nodded and approached.
“Heukseon… he was a man with no faults or weaknesses as far as martial arts was concerned.”
“It’s a shame. I should have killed him. “Think about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Wasn’t the moment you killed your master the happiest moment of your life?”
The white-robed student answered with a wide smile.
“Good to see. “I can’t forget that moment.”
I had no choice but to join in on this conversation.
“I think he was happy not because he killed him, but because he freed himself from slavery.”
Surprisingly, the white coat student and the religious leader responded to my words one after another.
“That’s also true.”
“right.”
As soon as the two villains responded to my words, they fought again, firing their fists and tension at each other’s bodies. Sometimes, whenever a loud noise erupted, my body automatically reacted and my hands rose to hit the rushing waves of air and piles of stones.
The reason why this fight is taking longer, unlike during the time of Heavenly Evil and Blood Cult Lord.
It’s because of the religious leader.
The sect leader started with a fighting stance, and the white robe student thought it was a life-or-death situation and attacked. The religious leader was gradually increasing his power to match the strength of the white-robed student, and as the fight went on, the white-robed student’s white robe was seen to be torn into tatters.
Wouldn’t it be better to take Naryeotagon instead?
What kind of state is my heart in?
I also have a feeling of hatred towards the white-robed monks, but I did not want them to die because their limbs were torn apart by the religious leader.
Looking at it like this.
The white-robed student didn’t seem to have any intention of going for a ride.
Instead, strange martial artists that even I had never seen before appeared one after another and muttered as they tried to block the tension of the religious leader.
“…It’s iron craft.”
The leader answered right away.
“Let’s take a look.”
Suddenly, the white robe student swung while holding a white fan, and when the religious leader pulled out the Heavenly Demon Sword and blocked it, the sound of metal clashing against metal rang out. As weapons appeared, the fight became even more brutal.
At first glance, the hand fan seemed to be a peaceful and leisurely weapon, but the outing was truly brutal. Perhaps because its entire frame is made of steel, its appearance was not damaged even when it bounced off the Heavenly Demon Sword. Along the way, the fan unfolded and was used like a sword, and at a certain moment, the iron wire held out from the sect leader’s neck stretched out into the air, cutting through the wind.
The white-robed student fought against the Heavenly Demon Sword with his bare hands… while
drawing a spinning trajectory and holding on to the arriving iron ship again.
At some point, the advance of the Heavenly Demon Sword was blocked with the side of the fan, and the fan was folded again, releasing the tension of the left field at the same time.
It was a simple movement, but the insidiousness of blocking the view and suddenly attacking with tension stood out.
In order to avoid the sudden tension that surged across his face, the leader stood stiffly like a ghost and stepped back. It seemed amazing that the retreating leader’s movements were faster than the tension’s advancing trot.
Looking at it like this…
The leader used the retreat method for the first time during the fight at the volcano.
We who were watching watched the fight in amazement.
As the distance widened, the cult leader smiled slightly and put his sword back and asked a question.
“Did you learn this from Heukseon as well?”
The white-robed student answered.
“This will be German martial arts. What on earth is the method of walking away while standing stiffly? “It’s faster than I expected.”
“Tension is used depending on the method of walking and the weight of the body.”
“I learned a lesson.”
I also learned something. Even though the process was rough, like a life-or-death situation, there was a lot to learn as if watching a rice paper examination.
The white-robed student looked around, smiled strangely, and surrounded himself with pure white energy extending from his entire body. It was mostly a white aura, so there was a mysterious atmosphere as if a mountain spirit had appeared, but the intention itself did not seem mysterious at all.
Because it was about to rush in.
In a situation where the distance was quite far….
the moment the body of the white-clothed student leaned forward, he shot forward. Looking at it this way, it seemed that there were not many men in the powerhouse who could charge at the leader like this.
‘He’s very stubborn.’
Was it because he had that kind of disposition that he became strong?
The white-robed student soared into the air, wearing self-defense gear and holding out his fan like a dagger. It was like watching the last herbivore of a spray.
On the other hand, the leader stayed where he was and then drew out the Heavenly Demon Sword in the form of a sword and struck it away. It looked like he was pulling energy out of the sword rather than pulling out the blade.
A cloudy color is coming out from the holding fan.
As soon as the sword-clad Heavenly Demon Sword struck the holding fan, we retreated, deploying self-defense techniques with our entire bodies.
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I’m not sure whether it was the sound or the shock wave hitting my face that came first. As soon as the shock wave was struck by tension, the pontoon was checked.
He was standing in the same spot holding a sword… but
the white-robed student was not visible.
Cheonak sighed and walked outside the wall, and I followed Cheonak with Mo Yongbaek.
The white-robed scholar used a season that even the religious leader found difficult to respond to calmly.
In order to swat it away, Gyojudo concentrated his energy on one sword and then exploded.
‘I’m sure he’s not dead, right?’
Since the sword of the Heavenly Demon Sword had been wrapped around the blade from the time it was drawn, it would not have been surprising if the entire body had exploded rather than being cut by the sword.
Before I knew it, a white-robed student was lying next to a carriage that had come nearby. His white coat seemed to have been torn into pieces, but his white coat was nowhere to be found, and his entire upper body was stained with blood.
Cheonak Mo Yong-baek The coachman who discovered the white-clothed student before me stretched out his hand to check the white-clothed student’s breathing.
Cheonak asked the coachman.
“Is Baekga alive?”
The coachman nodded, looking at the white-robed student’s face.
“It’s alive. “He is a brave man.”
We sat around the white robe student. Mo Yongbai took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand. Then, the white-robed student suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly grabbed Mo Yong-baek’s arm. Mo Yongbaek was surprised and opened his mouth.
“Senior Muje, I am a member of the National Assembly.”
A white-robed student with blood on his face looked at Mo Yong-baek.
“Is it Moyongbaek?”
“Yes, it is me.”
The white student asked a question.
“Are my limbs okay? “I can’t feel anything.”
Mo Yongbaek answered.
“First of all, seeing as you are holding my wrist so tightly, I feel fine. “If you have a broken bone, we will treat it here. If not, we will take you inside.”
The white-robed student answered while looking up at the night sky.
“no. “I’d like to lie down for a while.”
Cheonak, who was watching from the side, muttered as if scolding.
“What do you mean by direct confrontation, which is not like you? “I thought we would fight for a while longer.”
The white-robed student answered.
“Since you are challenging the strongest expert in the world, it is not a bad idea to fight like this at least once.”
I also couldn’t help but say something to the white robe student.
“You fought well. Did you mean to ask me to be your disciple?”
The white-robed student looked at me with a pale face covered in blood.
“okay.”
“Are you talking about a charlatan?”
The white-robed student swallowed his saliva once and answered briefly.
“yes.”
From then on, the white-robed student continued to look up at the black sky without saying a word.
