My Villains Episode 248
50. Mayhem (2)
The entrance to the guild hall was engulfed in flames with a bang/ roar. The monk, swept away by the fireball’s explosion, was immediately thrown out of the building.
“Follow me. Quickly.”
The hard-faced Bung said impatiently. He seemed to sense that the fight was not over.
I asked him while covering Hrunting with a bloody blade.
“Do you know who I am?”
“…I don’t know for sure. I don’t know, but it’s probably one of the three strongest under the sun.”
They are the strongest three under the sky…
As their level is high, they seem to have broken their name in the East as well.
“I am a Buddhist monk of the Zemu sect, an Eastern religious group. Judging by the shape of the wand, it must be someone of the highest rank.”
“The shape of the wand?”
“It has nine rings.”
Heila, holding a ‘Blood’ dagger made of transparent jewels, continued with a calm tone.
“Since we started fighting, we can’t let them live. There are countless powerful monks in the Jemu sect.”
She slashed the bottom of her wrist with an expressionless face. The blood that flowed out dyed the transparent dagger and formed a small bead that floated over Heila’s shoulder. As soon as the tenth bead floated, the flowing blood stopped.
“Adobit’sche.”
Ellen, who had been casting spells right after she fired the fireball, completed the ‘flame cloak’ with a short starter word. The pillar of fire that swallowed the entrance to the guild hall flowed like a whirlwind and wrapped around the guy’s body. The indigo-colored wind that circulated in Ellen’s arms quickly retreated away from the flames.
“Where the hell did a guy like that come from?”
“I will explain later. Let’s go out at once.”
As we jumped out of the guild hall in the lead, Ute Kwai picked up the ‘Maul of Slonhe’, a stone merry-go-round leaning against the corner of the first floor, and followed. With a swift leap, the mass disappeared toward the second-story window, and Heila and Ellen widened their distance and prepared to fire blood magic and magic.
“What the hell is this?”
“Stop acting like an idiot and get some water!”
“Calm down you bastards! The fire is already out!”
It was already a mess outside.
In addition to the loud noise from the battle with the monk, the fireball exploded, so it was only natural.
Meanwhile, the monk who had been thrown outside was getting up in a stable attached to the ‘Singing Black Bunting’ tavern. In the midst of this, the horses that suffered a cross-exploitation are crying ‘hi-hi-hing’. One of the pillars supporting the roof of the
stable
was broken, so the monk was covered in dirt, wood chips, and silver grass. In addition, the hands, shaved head, and red burns remained blurry. There really was no such thing as a beggar.
I have met the Kwon Beopga character many times through the monitor. But, of course, a mass of pixels cannot describe even half of a real human being. Therefore, it was the first time I had seen ‘Iljin’, a Buddhist monk of the Jemu sect and a master of martial arts.
“…Amituofo.”
Even in my eyes, it was clear that he was quite angry. Anger was suppressed in the low chanting.
“The logo of those who will shed tears when they see the coffin.”
Huung.
A gentle wind blew around the monk’s body. There is no doubt that he is raising the public power of the presidential election again. The hazy dust is swept away by the breeze and settles in an instant.
“That would be fine.”
Before one knew it, the monk was scattering a faint light. At first glance, the shabby-looking jangsam and the housekeeper’s sandals gave off a white aura.
“…Nonsense.”
Ellen, who was wearing a flame cloak, looked at the dragon on top of the monk and muttered as if moaning.
“It’s the magic of the light world.”
light meter.
It is called Bright World Nakto and is considered the highest level among the ‘dimensions of goodness’.
“How so powerful”
“There is no time to admire!”
At that time, the monk lowered the guhwanjang to the ground.
jingle.
The cheerful sound that spread as the rings of the stone poles collided with each other overshadowed the sound of the flagstones being smashed.
The monk’s movements were as light as lifting and putting down a hollow pole or broomstick. Even so, the stone pole was firmly embedded in the ground by about a span.
The jingling rings murmured with the afterglow of vibration. Strange sonic waves weigh down the minds of those around them.
“What is it?”
“Is that bastard?”
The mercenaries leaving the tavern stepped back, frowning at the wave of the guhwanjang.
Standing under the stone pole, which stood upright like a sotdae, the monk took a posture. It is a gisusik to unleash the martial arts he has accumulated.
I spread my feet moderately, slightly bent my knees, and kept my back straight. He hid his left hand, which showed his determination, behind his waist.
and the radiating momentum.
“……shit.”
Nerves are on edge at the quiet movements, and chills run down the spine at the heavy momentum.
I grinded my teeth and yelled at the mercenaries who were flustered, not knowing why.
“Attack him!”
I couldn’t confirm if the mercenaries were following my orders. This is because the monk who silently kicked the ground rushed towards me like a darting arrow.
“K”
He raised his blood as much as he could and pushed it into Hrunting. The long blade, covered in blood, stuck out its dark red tongue. The length of the extended blade alone seemed to exceed 40 cm.
“It is a wicked light.”
The monk clicked his tongue as he watched the blade rushing towards his forehead. Then
, he put his left hand forward. The heat shimmering in the haze gradually turned red and radiated tremendous heat. It was a ‘hot flash’.
The action itself was slow and concise, but the monk stepped on Seonmunbo and was shot while leaving a hazy afterimage. Therefore, the heat field he opened was like a huge flaming arrow fired from a long-barreled cannon.
“Sir,”
the monk charged like lightning, and Phoenix pulled out a long bloodsword and swung it, causing a burst of heat at the tip of the sword.
It happened in an instant.
“Heuk!”
The bloody blades were scattered at once by the irresistible power, and Phoenix fell terribly backwards.
At the same time, his companions attacked the monk in unison. Leading the way was the angry yelling Utequai.
“Orren —dae (Come on)! The
monk, though powerful, was human and only one. Since it was not very honorable to attack such an enemy with pincers, the berserker raised a handful of mana instead of dedicating the battle to his mother.
The zealot had a strange gray wind wrapped around his thick forearms and shoulders. The monk’s eyes flashed at the sight.
“Huh,”
a short inhale. Instead of avoiding the rapidly accelerating dolme, he held out his fist in front of him.
Whoops!
When the monk’s right hand was filled with energy, there was a sound like thunder. The calloused fist stretched out in a straight line with the technique of ‘Kim Kang Kwon (金剛奉)’.
Jjoong!
With a short roar, the dolme shattered into pieces. A powerful weapon with the power to drive out spirits was shattered with a single punch from the monk!
“Gee-”
The hand holding the stone rod was torn and blood flowed out. Instead of backing away in pain, Utequai took a step forward and attacked the monk.
“O”
As the berserker charged at him like a bear, the monk took a step like flowing water and turned to the side. It was a botanak-ryu technique that had been used in the guild hall.
“Aqun (the bastard)!”
Utequai, who had noticed the technique, grabbed the monk by bending his back as if he had already expected it.
The monk learned ‘Yeokgeungyeong (易筋經)’ all his life and had strength that far exceeded human limits. Even he could not shake off the grip of the berserker who grabbed his shoulder and elbow.
Utequai unleashed ‘Nabuk’ with the strength comparable to that of a giant. It was a quick field bridge that tucked the monk’s thick thighs deep into the back of the opponent’s legs while holding the monk’s upper body with both bloody hands.
“Suck!”
The berserker who swallowed his breath twisted his waist like pulling a tree. The monk was dragged by the boulder force and fell backwards while floating in the air at the same time.
At that moment, the three women worked together as if they had been waiting.
A pair of bloody orbs flew silently and spread as if bursting. The red thorns that sprouted like that were slashed at the monk with fierce force, like a spear extended by a knight.
“Ic-antum (shut up the blow)! The wind
spirit borrowed the flames flowing through the witch’s robe and dyed herself red. Then, scattering light winds and sparks in all directions, it soared into the sky and blew a sharp wind toward the monk. It was a razor-sharp wind soaked in red flames. At the same time, something gushed from the second floor of the guild hall. It seemed to be shimmering at first glance, but as it flew like a bird and turned around in the air, the distortion of light stopped and its true form was revealed.
A bunch of black figures that appeared were holding out their swords. If the monk fell to the ground at the hands of the berserker, a knife would be lodged in his throat.
Iljin, a Buddhist monk of the Jemu sect, smiled involuntarily in the midst of a critical situation.
It was because he could clearly feel the beating of his heart and the flow of sensory energy at his fingertips.
It has already been five years since he obtained the nickname of ‘Pacheonshinseung (破天神僧)’ and retired. Maybe that’s why I was really happy to feel this feeling after a long time.
“After”
Exhalation mixed with laughter.
The monk’s hand grabbed the berserker’s wrist and snatched it. Using that as an axis, he twisted his waist and crossed his floundering legs. His whole body spun like a whirlpool, and his elbow protruded and rushed into Utequai’s chin.
Whoops!
Right before his elbow smashed his chin, a cluster of stars engraved on the back of the berserk radiated light. The power of the tattoo, which is only allowed for great warriors in the plains, pushed the monk away.
W ”
It might be embarrassing to be pushed back by unprecedented power, but the monk calmly stretched out his fist after letting out a short moan.
The fist with the technique of Geumgangkwon shattered a pair of red thorns that had been relentlessly following. The magical power contained in the thorns was more than he could have imagined, leaving scars on his fists, but the monk did not care.
tadak.
After a long flight, the monk landed and spread his palms to raise his air power. After filling the wide expanse of air and blood at once, the enormous air power radiated heat as they rubbed against each other.
The monk stretched out his heart full of enthusiasm obliquely to both sides. It was a fever pitch.
Fire!
The tension emitted from his right hand swallowed up the blizzard that poured toward him, and even annihilated the wind spirit dancing in the air. In the aftermath, Ellen, who was hiding in the guild hall, shouted ‘Kyaa!’ He groaned and stumbled.
The tension emanating from his left hand attacked a bunch of assassins from the east who had been ambush them. Floating in the air, she twisted desperately to avoid the tension, but was eventually swept away by the ensuing heat.
The legs and the hem of the cloak were blazing with fire. Mungchi, who gnashed his teeth and swallowed his screams, stretched out his left hand to shoot the crossbow, and at the same time, with his right hand where he had placed the Unsword, he stretched out his waist and threw the dagger.
Wedge!
In that situation, the monk showed an unbelievable skill. It was a little more than a hand’s span long, and he grabbed the chin of a crossbow shot almost right in front of his nose!
The monk, who then reached out to grab the dagger, said,
“Mm!”
I hurriedly twisted my body.
This is because the dagger thrown by the illusionist disappeared for a moment and then appeared right in front of his nose. It was the ‘blinking dagger’, a magic tool produced by the spell thief Saitz. The monk barely avoided the rushing daggers and fumbled for his neck.
“…You’re doing some tricks.”
His skin had been mastered and could not be scratched with a few blades, but his neck was marked with incontinence, probably because of the magic tools. If the dagger engraved with that letter had been properly inserted into the throat, the monk would have lost his life helplessly.
“Whoa.”
While the monk smiled lightly at the chilling thrill, the berserker attacked again.
“Rec’te not (look at me)-!”
Utequai wielded a war hammer in place of the shattered dolme. As soon as he saw a gap, he lunged like a beast to pounce.
The momentum was ferocious, but the monk, rather than backing down, rushed at them. After dodging the war hammer by stepping on Sun Moonbo and digging into the arms of the berserker, he hit his elbow with his fist and turned his body around, striking his temple with his elbow.
As Utequai
lost his focus and stumbled, the monk pulled his shoulder and struck the giant in the chest. It was because of the mercy of a Buddhist that he did not aim for the neck or the pit of the stomach, but the huge berserker flew nearly 78 meters and landed in a stable.
“Shoot!”
At that time, Archer Cole shouted and four or five arrows flew from the tavern. Unlike the crossbow arrows that Mungchi had shot, there were several arrows with quite a bit of momentum, but the monk evaded them by taking a couple of steps.
Where the monk’s footsteps stopped, Phoenix, who had come close to him, was silently brandishing his sword. At the same time, the four blood beads thrown by Heila turned into red thorns and reached the monk.
“Huh!”
The monk, who had already experienced the power of the red thorns, concentrated his energy on his fists and elbows. The red thorns were shattered in vain as the power of the Diamond Power swept everywhere like a pinwheel.
“Big”,
Phoenix quickly shrank and let go of his power, kicking off the ground and extending his bloodsword. As the blade, which was longer than a fairly long two-handed sword, struck with ferocious force, the monk raised his opponent’s power, but the
monk, who was 99
Piing-
M-U 99, quickly took a backward step because his vision was blurred for a moment.
“……poison?”
He instinctively realized that he had been poisoned, but he was the body of a white poison Buddha who practiced Sesugyeong. If it wasn’t a fairly deadly poison, you wouldn’t be able to poison him.
The monk could not understand the situation, but there was no time to stop.
“Hueup,”
he hurriedly raised his air power and punched Phoenix, who was relentlessly attacking him. As before, it was intended to blow the sword with force.
“Huh”
that moment. Hrunting shrank.
No, Phoenix had gathered his own blood and scattered the bloody blade.
The shortened Hrunting brushed the Diamond Fist, and Phoenix smiled coldly and stretched out his blood-stained left hand toward the monk.
Quaggagak!
“Cheuk!”
Utequai’s blood, which had stained the monk’s shoulder and elbow, caused a bloody eruption.
“Voila.”
With a low whisper, Phoenix raised his blood and opened his ‘red grip’.
“Cheer cuckoo!”
The teeth that sprouted from the palm of his hand dug into the monk’s neck.
