Chapter 115
Anti-corrosion steel bar.
It’s a name I’ve heard several times before. Wolhwa said that without him, the Hangsan Checkpoint would have been destroyed by the Jeokpungdan.
‘He is the ultimate master who is evaluated to be comparable to or better than the sword of blood.’
obviously it was
‘Why is that great peak master becoming like this?’
A person bent in a bizarre direction], and the black blood soaking through the top is evidence of serious internal injuries. Cheolmubaek looked at us with blurry eyes.
“Taewon… … appreciation?”
“How do you recognize it?”
I forcibly raised the corners of my mouth. It was to reassure Cheolmubaek, who was in a critical condition.
The man in front of me right now was no more than an old man who had found his last hope, not the pinnacle of great fame.
“Jeokpungdan, Sowol is in danger… … Everyone here knows the seriousness of the situation even if they did not listen to Cheolmu-baek, who was struggling. Everywhere I looked, bodies and blood were overflowing.
‘But it’s not too late.’
[Time limit: 00 hours 05 minutes 12 seconds, 11 seconds, 10 seconds.]
It was narrowly timed. The problem is that the guy who made the anti-corrosive steel bag like this is in there.
Wolhwa seemed to have the same thoughts as me. she asked, calming her iron mob.
“Did Cheol Daehyeop and Pungyang collaborate with other masters?”
Cheolmubaek weakly shook his head.
“Are you saying that Fengyang single-handedly defeated the iron sword?”
“Wealthy Red Danhwan. watch out for him… … red ring?
I wanted to ask more, but that was the limit of Cheolmubag. Hyuk Moo-jin sucked in a sigh as his head, which had been silently moving his mouth, bent.
“Lord, he is dead.”
“… … still alive
“Ah, I see. Stop breathing too weakly.”
What the hell is this bastard Hyuk Moo-jin who even kills living people… … .
But what he said wasn’t entirely wrong. Cheolmubaek’s thin breath was dangerous to the point of not knowing when it would stop.
It was then that Wolhwa took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom.
“Would you please lift your neck there?”
She tipped her porcelain bottle into the mouth of the fainting Cheolmubaek.
As the unknown green liquid flowed in, the pale complexion turned slightly bloody, which seemed to be a fairly effective drug.
“This may give us a breather, but it is literally a stopgap. Even a child can’t handle it in the current state of the Iron Grand Council, you know?”
In short, it means that someone has to stay and protect the iron armor from any contingencies. I nodded without hesitation.
“Then Mujin… … “
“Two people remain.”
“huh? Two people?”
what is this sound. Jin Moo-gyeong, who met my gaze, asked with a face, “What’s wrong?”
“No, you two want to go?”
“Is there a problem?”
Of course there is.
‘Even the magicians under him in North Pungyang who turned Cheolmubaek, a master at the peak, into a bouncer.’
I’m going to have to borrow a cat’s hand, but what?
I don’t know Hyuk Moo-jin, who is still at the level of anxiety, but I think I should take Wol-hwa with him.
“Could you two do it?”
I quickly opened my mouth to Wolhwa’s question.
“That’s right… … .”
“I was about to say that it is possible or impossible, but Jin Moo-gyeong’s deep black eyes stared at me.
“I said I could. Trust me.”
I was speechless at that calm yet confident statement.
For a moment, I wondered if it was the guest of a young man, but I found myself shaking my head inwardly.
‘Jincheon sword. A martial genius.’
This guy in front of me is a monster born from the combination of hard work and talent. From what I’ve seen so far, he’s not even stupid enough to commit dog death himself.
and… … .
[Time limit: 00 hours 02 minutes 21 seconds, 20 seconds, 19 seconds.]
Damn, no more time to hesitate.
I sighed deeply and asked Jinmu-gyeong.
“Are you confident?”
“This is the best. At halfway levels, it’s just a burden.”
Wol-hwa smiled at Jin Moo-gyeong’s answer.
“Oh, are you being too honest?”
“… … I am sorry about that part.”
“Well, it’s okay, it’s not wrong.”
It’s the first time I’ve seen him apologize to anyone.
Hyuk Moo-jin intervened in this rare sight that is hard to see again.
“Lee Gongja-nim, I am also a soldier!”
“Then follow me. However, you have to know how to survive.”
“By-self… … You mean?”
“I assure you, when the fight starts, the enemies will start targeting you. It wouldn’t be bad to fight like a soldier and die.”
Hyuk Moo-jin, who was silent for a moment, replied with a determined face.
“As a martial artist, I will safely take care of Iron Daehyeop, who walks the same martial arts.”
Sometimes I wonder if that’s a person.
‘If I have time, I’ll beat them up.’
But even in the midst of this, time continued to flow.
[Time limit: 00 hours 01 minutes 09 seconds, 08 seconds, 07 seconds]
“Whoa.”
I spoke to Jin Moo-gyeong, holding the spear I had taken out earlier and tightly wrapped around it.
“I’ll take care of the punks.”
“Don’t you usually say you’re going to be the boss yourself at this point?”
“Yeah, throw away those stereotypes.”
“He’s a funny guy.”
“Let’s say you know fractions.”
“Fighting spirit and a sense of selflessness make a martial artist grow.”
“And hasten death? I learned to attack the opponent while watching, so please take care of it with that overflowing fighting spirit and goodwill.”
“The horse is a liquidation flow.”
“Oh, and when you go in, approach as stealthily as possible, then ambush when I signal. Understand?”
“surprise attack?”
“Using the trick of a surprise attack, we start by doing as much damage as possible in the beginning. While the enemies are wandering around, the anti-mountain check spell… …
“Right.”
“Okay, it’s been a while since we talked.”
With this, all preparations are complete. 40 seconds 39 seconds, 38 seconds.
It was the moment I was about to start walking toward the door while watching the falling numbers.
jerebuck
There was no time to dry and sleep.
Jin Moo-gyeong, who strode inside, let out a cry filled with energy.
“Pungyang-!”
belt ring.
– [Time limit] will disappear.
Jin Moo-kyung is a bastard.
“marriage? I would rather die.”
Looking at Lee So-wol, who pulled out a silver sword from his own neck, Pungyang clicked his tongue.
“It’s quite a tease. You look like a bloody sword’s daughter.”
Although Feng Yang is an excellent secret martial artist, he is currently unable to fully demonstrate his talents.
‘He’s a f*cking old man… … After all, it makes me use the 暫力丹.’
Even Fengyang only has three precious treasures. Thanks to using one of them, I was able to defeat Cheolmubaek, but the aftermath was quite large.
He said, hiding his trembling hands under his sleeves.
“Bring all those who are still alive.”
“ancient.”
Shortly after the order is given, the soldiers of the Hangsan Checkpoint are immediately brought under arrest. Darkness fell on Lee So-wol’s face.
“What are you going to do?”
Feng Yang smiled.
“You must be guessing? First of all, I’m going to cut off their limbs one by one in front of Sojeo’s eyes. Arms, legs, whatever. It’s not a very pleasant sight, so I recommend closing your eyes.”
“If you did that… … “
“If you want to kill yourself, I won’t stop you.
Although loyal subordinates will be slaughtered in return.”
Lee So-wol gritted it.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“I can’t help it because my marriage partner is going to die. Still, the Blood Rang sword’s Dokmun martial arts and Hang San Ho’s martial arts Gugyeol were enough, ah. On the way back, I’ll have to take the old man with the iron martial arts too.”
“… … Uncle Cheol is still alive?”
“Sounds natural. How can you kill a benefactor who will give you a precious martial art ball so easily?”
“I promise you one thing on my neck. It’s not too late to marry me now. If you do, I will save all of you from the line of abolishing Danjeon.”
That was the decisive blow. Lee So-wol, whose eyelashes trembled for a while, slowly lowered her hand.
“Keep your promises.”
“A good choice.”
A proud smile crept across Fengyang’s face.
As of today, he has a third life.
Magic from a beggar boy. It was only in the magical war that he put on the mask of a political faction and became the actual owner of the Hangsan checkpoint.
Even though it took a lot of damage, it doesn’t matter. How to put new wine in new wineskins. In the name of Hangshan Checkpoint, we will recruit soldiers and grow our power.
‘I can’t do what Blood Rang Sword did 30 years ago.’
It was that moment when the corner of his mouth soared with overflowing joy.
The cry of “Pungyangni” shook the heavens and the earth.
Lee So-wol and Pungyang. And all the survivors turned their heads as if they had promised.
A young man in a black robe, as dark as night, was walking outside fifty or so.
master.’
A corner of Pungyang’s heart felt cold at the young man’s canine-like eyes.
it’s a master He is also a master of the peak who never falls in comparison with himself. I could tell just by looking at the hand movements that grabbed the sword.
‘There are only two masters of this young age in Sanseoseong. Especially if it’s a swordsman… …
The answer came right away. Jincheon sword Jin Moo-gyeong. A genius who has reached his peak at the age of only a short term.
Above all, Taewon Jinga, who stands tall on the first street in Shanxi, stands behind him.
‘It’s fortunate that I came alone.’
But the next moment, another person peeked out from the gate where Jin Moo-gyeong entered.
The young man was wearing a navy blue uniform.
The clothes, the ink-colored iron spear in his hand, and, most of all, the face that he wore with Jin Moo-gyeong showed who he was.
“Shanxi dragon?”
Jin Tae-gyeong flinched at the nickname that came out of someone’s mouth and muttered.
“f*ck, I knew it would turn out like this.”
Jin Tae-kyung walks away with thick curse words uncharacteristic of a prestigious family, and Jin Moo-gyeong walks leisurely.
In the direction of the two brothers’ footsteps, there was Pungyang.
Of course, at a time like this, Taewon and Jingara… … It’s not very good.’
The reputation built up by the family over a long period of time and the reputation gained through the Battle of the Eight Heavenly Gorge. Currently, the status of Taiyuan Jinga is unrivaled. Thanks to that, many young people from all over Shanxi Province are rushing to Taiyuan Jinga, dreaming of becoming a martial artist.
That was the reason why even if Fengyang swallowed the Hangshan checkpoint right away, he had to lie down and hide his claws.
‘If you overcome this hurdle, the opportunity will come.’
The Hangshan inspection has already collapsed. Moorim is a world of weak meat, and Pungyang is a new strong man. He thought that even if his opponent was Taewon Jin, he was fully qualified to be respected.
Jerk, jerk, jerk.
Every time Jin Moo-gyeong and Jin Tae-gyeong took a step, the bandits of the Jeokpungdan backed away.
Poongyang took a fist at the two people who came close to his nose.
“Call it Jeokpungdanju, Pungyang.”
If Pungyang hadn’t been a seasoned Murim man who never let go of his vigilance, and hadn’t the effect of the latent force remained weak, he wouldn’t have been able to avoid the blow.
Shhh-!
He hastily turned over. A ray of dazzling sword energy that passed through his neck slashed the three bandits behind him.
“Is this the meaning of Taewon Jinga!”
Jin Tae-gyeong muttered, having already defeated the bandits close to the roaring castle of Fengyang.
“I want to speak.”
“With care like this… … Hey profit! Awesome!
Before he could finish his words, the flying sword slashed Poongyang’s back. Burning pain. After barely avoiding the ensuing attack, he had to revise his evaluation of Jin Moo-gyeong.
‘He’s stronger than me.’
At this level, it is a movement that can be compared to Cheolmubaek. In addition to that, Jin Tae-kyung is slaughtering his subordinates.
Fengyang realized that he had only one option left.
‘The Sleep Force.’
He took out the neck that he had hidden in his bosom. While his subordinates were dying to stop Jin Moo-gyeong, he poured a single pill into his mouth.
Hey profit!
The blue sword of Jin Mu-gyeong reflected in Poong-yang’s blood-red eyes.
Awesome!
