Episode 153
Infamy and Infamy (3)
Paaaaang!
The infinitely soft and slow sword play teased the air.
Although the form was slow, the amount of true energy released from the tip of the sword was extremely constant.
‘The sword and energy move as one even in extreme situations. However…’
Completing the form of martial arts in a way that is suitable for actual use ultimately depends on the caster’s physical ability and the method of using internal energy.
There is a reason why a master can subdue an opponent even though he uses the same type of punch as the street gangsters’ punches. This is because speed and sharpness are achieved through the delicate operation of a trained body and internal strength.
‘It’s creaking.’
Mo Yong-woo’s eyes were filled with regret as he looked at the trajectory drawn by Geomcheom (劍尖).
‘The internal power is sufficient, but the body is not polished. The lower body is strong, but there is a slight error in the angle of arm extension. ‘It’s a shoulder problem.’
An eye that allows you to calmly evaluate the martial arts you use as if it were a third party.
This was the reason why he was able to continuously develop even though he lived a life that focused more on work than martial arts as the head of the Zhejiang branch. His skills were good, but his eyes were much sharper than that.
Mo Yong-woo’s sword, which had only moved slowly, suddenly showed mysterious speed.
Taaaaang!
The powerful step of turning the ground upside down and the strong sword cutting through the air created a sword-shaped net.
It was a frighteningly fast and sophisticated sword. There was even strength as strong as steel.
He was a person who embodied an extremely high level of martial arts. Although he lacks physical training, he has achieved a level of enlightenment that is more than capable.
Mo Yong-woo, who had been practicing the Geongonbaekbaekbaehae (乾坤百八劍解) using his explosive cardio-respiratory ability to exceed the limit, stopped the sword.
“Whoa.”
My whole body turned red.
‘sick.’
The muscles all over my body felt like they were going to tear. Is it fortunate that my joints are not damaged?
‘I need a little more efficient physical training. I’ll have to put down the sword for a while and look at my body and my strength.’
At that time, I heard applause from somewhere.
Clap clap clap.
Mo Yong-woo turned his head. Prince Moyong was there.
“It was amazing.”
“older brother.”
The surprise on Mo Yong’s face was real.
“I didn’t know that you worked hard to improve your martial arts skills every day, but when did you grow so much? “The level of sword understanding has already reached sword sea level.”
Mo Yong-woo said bitterly.
“I have enlightenment, but my body does not follow suit. “It was a long way away.”
“Don’t say that. It’s been less than a year since I learned Gungon’s martial arts, and that’s already it. “Your talent is truly amazing.”
Of course, this is possible because the martial arts skills and experience I have gained so far are so excellent. But even taking that into account, Mo Yong-woo’s growth was astonishing.
Moyong-gun smiled brightly. It was a smile that felt unique.
“After training with a strong sword, you train with a sharp sword and a strong sword. Although it is a traditional training method, the strain on the body is bound to increase. “Training is good, but you also have to take care of your body.”
“All right.”
“okay.”
Mo Yong-woo asked with a puzzled look.
“But what are you doing at this hour? Is the martial arts conference over already?”
“Yes.”
Moyong-gun stroked his chin.
Mo Yong-woo, who saw him, was convinced. That my brother had something to say to me.
And Mo Yong-woo was able to roughly predict what he was going to say.
“Wow.”
“Please speak.”
“When are you planning to meet Tang Wen’s wife and daughter?”
Embarrassment spread across Mo Yong-woo’s face.
“In three days, the Tangma Army will be established. “Until then, I think I need to think about my personal martial arts and subordinate management.”
“Yes, it’s not that I don’t know your feelings.”
Mo Yong-gun’s eyes gave off a strange glow.
“However, since I have discussed it with the head of the party, I hope to meet as soon as possible.”
Mo Yong-woo, who was silent for a moment, nodded.
“All right. “If you do, I will meet you the day before the founding ceremony.”
Moyong-gun smiled.
Mo Yong-woo does not easily mention things he is not confident about. Since I said I would meet, I will definitely meet.
“Okay, let’s do that.”
“sorry. “My brother went through a hard time because of me for no reason.”
Moyong-gun laughed heartily.
“You b*stard, if you knew that, you shouldn’t have seen his face right away.”
“sorry.”
“It’s a joke. Meet him and if you don’t like him, tell him. “It was created with you and your family in mind, but I have no intention of creating a kite just because the person in question doesn’t like it.”
That was Moyong’s sincerity.
The power of the Tang family is certainly fascinating, but Mo Yong-yu was more important to Mo Yong-gun than the Tang family. He is his own person, and hasn’t he achieved surprising growth even though he hasn’t yet shown his true skills?
It is a hundred times better to raise trustworthy people than to take on unreliable power. This was the reason why Moyonggun’s power base was particularly stable.
Mo Yong-woo spoke up.
“Then when will the Mortal Army join?”
Mo Yong-gun’s eyes suddenly became cold.
“They said it would arrive around noon tomorrow.”
“okay.”
“As I said before, the Mortal Army made quite a contribution. “I had no idea that the Mortal Army would move so quickly and so violently.”
Mo Yong-woo spoke calmly.
“I had a direct conversation with Commander Yeon the day before the Mortal Army departed.”
“Yes, Yeon Ho-jeong, you said you were very surprised when you saw that guy.”
“That’s right. Not only was his martial arts skills far beyond the level of the late Jisoo, but he also had a surprising eye. “I thought he was a talented person with drive as well as insight.”
“You are right. “It’s not like I care about that little guy for nothing.”
Mo Yong-woo smiled.
“I will go see you again tomorrow when the Mortal Army joins.”
A look of surprise appeared on Prince Moyong’s face.
“You’re going to meet Yeon Ho-jeong?”
“That’s right.”
“What are you planning to do when you meet this guy?”
“I am a competitor, but if there is something to learn, I should learn it. “I’m also curious about how much progress he has made since he went out into the world and came back.”
“Huh.”
“It is said that if you keep your eyes peeled, you will never be defeated in 100 battles. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with meeting you.”
Mo Yong nodded his head.
“If you say you want to meet, how can I stop you? Just be careful. “He is a man who knows how to completely shake up people he thought were enemies.”
“Do not worry.”
Mo Yong-woo’s eyes sparkled.
“Since I haven’t been able to show you proper results for several months, I will try to get you at least one gift and prop for the Tangma Army founding ceremony.”
* * *
“oh! “It’s the Murim Alliance!”
“Wow, it’s been a while!”
“…I never imagined I would be this excited after seeing the Murim League.”
“Sigh, I’m crying.”
The faces of the soldiers of the Mortal Army who crossed the Daebyeol Mountains and finally entered the outskirts of the Murim Alliance were filled with joy.
For the past few months, I haven’t been able to rest properly and have been swept away by the vicious Black Island waves. It was rewarding work and I grew a lot thanks to it, but mentally fatigue was building up without me knowing it.
Once you enter the Murim League, you will be able to rest well for at least five days. That was why their expressions were bright.
Mukbi whispered softly.
“The kids seem very happy.”
Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.
“I guess so. “I fought against deadly enemies without even being able to wash properly, sleeping on the street on an empty day.”
“It’s good to relax, but it can be quite difficult to get your mind back on track.”
Yeon Ho-jeong looked at Muk-bi with an unexpected look on his face.
“Is it a big deal?”
“What?”
“You’re mentally ill… I don’t think it’s something you should say.”
“joy. “I always feel nervous too, right?”
“No, of course I know that. I’m just surprised that you even care about the mental state of soldiers. “Are you slowly getting used to being a manager?”
Mukbi filed a complaint.
“If you’re not nervous, you’ll get hurt. However, it cannot be left out of the group of mortals. “It’s better to be nervous even though it’s hard than to get hurt and die.”
Yeon Ho-jeong’s smile deepened.
“You guys have all grown up.”
“I may be talking to you, but I am older than the senior worker.”
“What does age have to do with it? “It hasn’t been long since I came into the world.”
“There is no rule that says having more experience means doing a better job.”
“I guess there could be more talk there. But it’s not wrong.”
Mukbi glanced at Yeonhojeong’s hand.
“How are your hands?”
“ok?”
“It was torn not long ago. “Seeing as you’re still wearing bandages, I guess you’re not feeling any better?”
“I’m almost completely healed.”
“Is recovery slower than you thought?”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled bitterly.
“That’s right.”
The reason why recovery from internal injuries was slow was because the amount of internal energy was less than during the time of Emperor Heukam.
However, the slow recovery of the wound on his palm was because his body had reached its limit. It was a different problem from internal injuries.
‘Sleep time was extremely low.’
Byeoknajingyeol is an excellent martial artist. There is no shortage of Sasinmu, even if you listen to Gaese’s amazing skills.
However, Yeon Ho-jeong, who learned it, was only a human being. If you reach the pinnacle of martial arts and transcend human limitations, you may not know it, but if you continue to live a life where you can’t even sleep, let alone rest, your body will inevitably get tired.
Mukbi sighed.
“When I get back, I’ll sleep well. “It’s safe.”
“It’s a shame.”
“What is there to be ashamed of? Rather, I was surprised. “I had no idea that the practitioner would care so much for the soldiers.”
Yeon Ho-jeong scratched his head.
“I never thought I would be like this.”
When dealing with the warriors of the dark path, he was like a blade.
In the first place, they were never trained like the Mortal Army. As soon as they united their forces, they started a war and thought it was inevitable that they would die in the process.
It was a cold and cruel method. This is because the world of extreme violence living in Heukdo made Yeon Ho-jeong’s personality vicious.
However, after returning, my mind became very stable.
Yeon Ho-jeong was able to see that family was at the center of this positive change.
‘It’s positive… If you’re going to live like a human being, this change is definitely positive.’
Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes, looking up at the clear sky, became frighteningly deep.
‘Should I, as a human being, guard against their invasion… or…’
Should I become the monster of those days?
At that time, Zhuge Yan opened his mouth.
“sister.”
“yes?”
“Hehe, it’s private right now.”
“Ah…”
Mukbi was embarrassed. This is because Zhuge Yan’s friendly title was still burdensome.
“What are you going to do when you go in? Are you going to get some rest today?”
“I think so…”
“If you’re not too tired, would you like to have a drink with me?”
“alcohol?”
Mo Fei’s face turned slightly pale.
She had stayed away from alcohol since the last time she had a bad hangover. All you had to do was drive out the cycle with inner energy, but the feeling of your head hurting and your body becoming sluggish was unpleasant.
However, seeing Zhuge Zinc looking at him with bright eyes made it difficult for him to refuse.
“…as long as you drink it in moderation.”
“Mhahaha! great! I’ll just say hello to my father and go right away! “You must drink it!”
“Yes.”
Zhuge Zalyan, who was grinning, looked at Yeon Hojeong.
Yeon Ho-jeong was closing his eyes. It was a very innocent expression.
Zhuge Zhen’s expression suddenly became sour.
“why? “Would you like to drink too?”
“How are you mentally? “I drink with you knowing what will happen to me?”
“Rotten b*stard.”
“The position is vacant.”
“It’s private, man!”
Yeonhojeong decided that on the day of reassembly, the discipline of the Mortal Army should be strictly established.
Pang Man-ho slowly approached Yeonho-jeong.
“Then with me?”
“Go and sleep.”
“Let’s have a drink instead, brother.”
“Don’t call me your brother, you brat!”
It was noisy and deafening. Although they pretended not to be, Mukbi, Jegal Zinc, and Pang Manho also seemed secretly excited about their long break.
As we continued laughing and talking like that, we had already reached the outer castle of the Murimmaeng.
“Are you Yeon Ho-jeong, the commander of the Mortal Army?”
Yeon Ho-jeong turned his head.
A middle-aged man with a cold expression was standing next to the Blue Dragon Gate.
