Login Murim Episode 961
The moment he saw the faint blood light cutting through the darkness, Hangsanho Cheolmubaek finally realized.
The identity of that bloated old man who introduced himself with the unfamiliar nickname Major. “Blood Soul Bhima
Majo’s face distorted at a single word that came out like a moan.
“How can a young guy like you…
Although he was an old man who would turn 60 in a few years, even Noh Kang-ho was no better than a young child in Majo’s eyes.
However, what bothered Majo more than anything at this moment was the old name he had heard for the first time in a long time.
Blood soul Bima.
He considered killing to be hunting, and was especially obsessed with death and blood among the many demons, so the nickname he earned included ridicule.
Rain (肥), which means losing weight.
That one letter touched Majo’s heart every time, and he was always a person who was faithful to his emotions and instincts.
“It’s been a while since I heard that damned star name. “They killed so many people, and now there are so many people who pretend not to know even though they know Nobu.”
They even killed the assassination squad sent by the political faction, the saboteurs from the Sa faction who kept groveling to others just to get in the way, and even the demons that they had once been quite close to.
The reason was simple.
This is because he said his nickname, which made me irritated just by hearing it.
To put it mildly, he must have given himself a nickname, Majo (魔鳥), which does not match his appearance at all.
However, a bright blue young guy with an unheard-of star sign called Anti-corrosion brought out an unpleasant memory that had been buried for a while. ‘dare.’
It’s as if fate has already been decided
Majo opened his mouth, writing Cheol Mubaek’s name in the first line of the killing book in his mind.
“There is no way a brat like you would ever meet an old lady… “Who is it, your teacher?”
Crack.
Cheolmubaek answered with his fists clenched.
“Kwon Ho (奉勢)
“Kwonho?”
Majo, who was approaching at a leisurely pace, suddenly stopped.
To be honest, I didn’t have high expectations when I asked.
It’s a lifetime of killing someone over and over again. Once the number exceeded 1,000, there was no need to count or even remember.
However, Kwon was still a nickname that remained clearly in my memory.
Even more so in that he is one of the few survivors who survived even though he was in a life-or-death battle with himself.
“Have you seen such an amazing relationship? You’re Kwon Ho’s disciple? “No, you mean to say that you have raised a successor with a body like that before?”
Majo burst out laughing, forgetting his anger, and Cheolmubaek responded in a cool voice.
“Don’t insult the Master. He was a man so humble that no one like you can compare.”
“Yes, it must be awkward. Even though his life as a deacon was coming to an end, he raised disciples, so I will at least acknowledge his tenacity. “You should have seen the look on his face when he cut off his adoptive daughter.” “•”…r
“Now that I look at it again, it was quite a luxurious banquet. From the young sword master of the Taewonjin family, to the successor to the Sura Destruction Fist (修羅滅學).”
Wei Paeng spat at the sight of Majo sweeping the crowd with satisfied eyes. “Can’t you see me?”
“That can’t be possible. Your corpse, which will be dead in just a moment, is already right in front of my eyes.”
“You only know what’s long and short by looking at it.”
“That’s bullshit from weaklings.”
thud.
As the steps progressed, the wrinkled house swayed.
Majo glanced at the three people with sharp eyes that did not match his heavy physique.
“Okay then…
Whoosh.
“Who should I kill first?”
Just one step.
The two swords drew an arc in both hands of Majo, who had attacked, covering a distance of several pages.
Like a bird with bloody claws.
Shhh!
Whoosh, whoosh! The wind blows. A mighty pressure swallows up the air
The skin was torn, and the dirt grains and rock fragments that flew out with a loud noise hit everywhere.
– This Confucius!
Upang’s electric sound penetrates my ears.
Jin Moo-gyeong, who had been retreating one after another to avoid Majo’s strength, suddenly lowered his head. Huh.
It grazed the nape of my neck.
Seeing Jin Moo-gyeong dodging the surprise attack as if he had been waiting, the two Keshiks holding the New Moon sword curved like a crescent moon clicked their tongues as if they were disappointed.
And that was their last appearance.
Suddenly!
When the blood-red flash flashed, everything was already over.
The Kashiks, not knowing how or why they had met their death, fell meekly.
Behind them, as they collapsed into headless corpses, there was a person spewing out enormous murderous energy to explain the reason.
“You guys dare try to steal my prey?”
Kwasik!
Blood soul Bima. Or Majo
The old man, who had a bloated physique that did not match his nickname, made an angry face at the bodies of the fallen Kesik.
At that very moment, it was as if he had completely forgotten about the presence of other prey coming from behind.
Or, like a person who doesn’t even feel the need to care.
“bloke!”
Anti-coral iron white.
He was a disciple of a great monk who lost his adoptive daughter to a vicious demon a long time ago, and he helped his friend’s only daughter to become a protector of Hangsan Geomun, and together with Noh Ho-seong, he passed out one book (一學).
Phew, boom!
Compressed air bursts out. The energy that extended from the tip of the fist fired with a twist swept away the teacher’s enemies.
No, at least it seemed that way at that moment.
Shut up!
A long sword, stained reddish to resemble its owner, split the space.
At the sight of the energy that seemed to turn everything that stood in its way to ashes, fading away and dispersing, a sneer formed on Majo’s lips.
“You’re definitely worse than your teacher. “It makes me question whether the right to destroy Sura that I knew was true.”
But Majo himself knew it.
Even just two hundred years ago, the Sura Destruction Fist was one of the top ten powers in the world, and the current state of Cheolmubaek is not much different from the previous Fist.
It is not that the Fist of Sura Destruction is lacking, but that Majo himself has only become stronger.
“Come!”
Majo felt the blood boiling all over his body.
The two swords in his hands were lighter than ever, and the movements of the swordsmen seemed clear yet slow.
As if he was reading a future that hadn’t even happened yet, he straightened his sword towards the flash of light coming in diagonally from a blind spot.
Wow!
A roaring sound that makes it difficult to believe that it was simply a sword-to-sword encounter.
Majo fired a bloated new weapon at Wei Fang, who groaned and bounced away due to the powerful repulsive force.
With unwavering confidence.
‘First one.’
Just as water flows from top to bottom and people face death as they grow older, everything in the world has a predetermined fate.
For Majo, Huffin’s death was exactly that.
A top expert who has achieved great heights for his age.
An excellent swordsman who uses practical sword techniques to the extent that his nickname ‘Gwigeom’ makes sense.
But the image of Yupin in Majo’s eyes stopped there.
With effort and luck, we might reach the pinnacle within a dozen years, but that day would never come.
The fact that I met you in this canyon today is proof that heaven has already abandoned Yufang.
Those who cannot overcome the wall and those who overcome it.
That is the difference between a climax and a transcendent climax.
‘Become a ghost. Like your nickname.’
Majo flashed his blood and swung his two swords.
The small sword held in his left hand is directed at Cheolmubaek, who rushes in to save his comrade. The long sword held in his right hand is directed at Wei Fang, who fights back with all his might.
And the result of the clash was going in a direction that Majo had not expected.
Too much, let’s go!
A considerable amount of repulsive force transmitted from the two blades.
Majo’s eyes widened as he looked at the swirling flame created by the mixing of three different energies.
‘what?,
At this moment, the amount of embarrassment he felt was greater than he had imagined. Cheolmubaek and Yufang.
The one-day puppies who couldn’t get over the wall, the prey that was nothing more than a meal, blocked his blow.
With trivial martial arts and sword skills, he was able to withstand the martial arts that Majo had used with all his might.
‘How on earth?’
Majo is a natural killer and hunter.
That’s why I knew it better than anyone else.
The prey in front of them has no awareness of the martial arts themselves and the power they hold within their bodies is far inferior to their own.
But, an unbelievable situation unfolded before my eyes.
It cannot and should not happen that a mere master of the highest order faced a powerful force that was wielded with only a few people’s strength.
Cough. Wow.
Blood mixed with pieces of internal organs pours out between cracked lips.
At Ma Jo, whose eyes had frozen in bewilderment, Cheolmubaek and Yufang laughed, revealing their blood-soaked teeth.
Even at this very moment, when all we can do is barely hold on against the blood-red force, behind the pure white gauntlet and sword tremble, unable to overcome the mighty power.
And when Majo saw the two martial arts people showing off a soft light that could not be hidden even by the thick blood, he was able to recall a fact that he had forgotten for a while.
It is not only strength like that that can compete with the strength of a supreme expert.
Majo took a deep breath at the unexpected truth.
How could you have known?
To think that a new weapon that even he, who had lived for a long time, could not obtain, was in the hands of two top masters of Shanxi Province, a border province.
At the same time, I didn’t even dare to guess. At this moment, he is in his final years.
The fact that that remarkable weapon was made of the bones of a spirit creature that had guarded the river for hundreds of years in an unseen place.
The gap that was exposed was nothing short of an opportunity for someone who had not yet fallen.
Yufang used all his strength to twist the sword.
His wrist was already broken and his grip was shaking, but he swallowed the blood rising from the severe internal injuries and let the energy that was weighing him down go away. Crackle!
The long sword slid across the pure white sword body and dug into the ground.
As deep as the power contained in the sword.
Sigh!
The very moment when anger appeared in Majo’s eyes after he belatedly escaped his embarrassment. Quad Deuk!
Cheolmubaek slowly pushed away the gauntlet and grabbed the short sword with the strength that covered its short body.
simplicity and honesty. Crackling.
A distant pain that comes with an eerie bursting sound.
The skin inside the gauntlet is crushed and the bones are crushed by the enormous energy that cannot be resisted.
If it weren’t for the new weapon made from the bone of the receiver, both of his hands would have disappeared without a trace the moment he touched the river.
But Cheolmubaek never let it go.
Without even a moan from the indescribable pain, he held on to his sword body with all his might even as his five organs and six parts were twisted, unable to handle the enormous force.
A long time ago, he remembered the great teacher who taught him even without his arms.
Also, waiting for someone to take the place of his poor student and put an end to his life.
And, that wish finally reached one person’s sword.
Shocking.
A frighteningly faint porosity.
A flash of light advanced like a bolt of lightning and fell towards Ma Jo.
