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    Wow!

    Was it a luxury to even have time to regret? In a world that has slowed down, I once again kicked away Changmin’s sword.

    Think about it.

    If you don’t find a way, you will die.

    I gritted my teeth, feeling the lumps collide every time I turned the machine. I had to do these things somehow. Ignoring these lumps was no longer possible. Even if you push hard, the lumps just float and scatter here and there.

    There will definitely be a number. The Seven Elements Elixir was not a set item. Obviously, each one had its own individual effect, and now that I had consumed four of the seven elixirs, I should have achieved top-notch skills, if not peak skills.

    If Dok-ui’s diagnosis was correct, then yes.

    However, the experts who taught me all agreed that there was a problem with me. In the case of the Zen masters, it took more than ten years for my symptoms to improve. How can there be such a difference between Dok-ui’s diagnosis and that of Zen masters?

    Even though he has already mastered more than half of the four elixirs, he is in a state where he cannot properly complete even a first-class sword technique. Since I had a good sense of the effect of one elixir, I was able to infer what state my body would be in when I took three more elixirs.

    Even if I took the remaining elixir, I wasn’t confident that I could control the flow of energy.

    Even first-class techniques can only be performed piecemeal, so how can this body perform the ultimate techniques?

    Obviously something is possible. Dok-ui assumed that I would be aware of it, but there must be a method that I was completely unaware of.

    “Are you self-destructive? You suffer internal injuries because you can’t even handle your own internal strength.”

    Changmin’s slow voice was heard in a slow world. As I continued to devise ways to block the sword by using my inner strength, a thought passed through my mind.

    …must be dealt with.

    Even these impurities must be controlled and dealt with by me.

    I was obsessed with the thought that it was an impurity that would one day disappear. iced coffee. Yes, one day all these impurities will leave my body and I will find a way to do so.

    But when will that be? Three years later? Ten years later? Twenty years later?

    How many martial arts skills will I have to learn and use before I can remove all the impurities floating in my veins?

    I had to deal with these impurities for a very long time. And in order to get through that long period of cohabitation, we had to acknowledge the existence of these impurities. I had to learn to live with this unwelcome companion that filled my veins and veins.

    Changmin’s sword continued to stab in. Is it because they don’t even allow room to create variables? It’s monotonous, but it’s gradually taking my breath away.

    And then it recovers. How did these lumps move when I moved my energy all this time? These are techniques that I have dealt with and practiced countless times since coming to this school of fortune-telling. What was the problem with the chunks when unfolding those tricks?

    I desperately searched to find out in which situations the energy connected well and in which situations it did not.

    And I remembered.

    A coincidental time when swordsmanship and mystery are connected as if in a flash. How was the energy moved, and how did the lumps behave in the flow of energy?

    The flow of inner energy has changed.

    It rotates energy within the blood vessels. Twist the energy and rotate it in a spiral to move forward. And the lumps caught up in the flow…opened the way.

    Kurrr.

    The flow of energy started to slow down. The lumps that had been scattered due to the central heating and were blocking my air flow were caught up in the vortex and began to ‘align’.

    Wow, river!!

    It opened.

    It was a twisted road that was constantly changing as it was caught up in a spiral vortex, but it opened a path for Naegong to run without colliding with the lumps.

    can do.

    Now, you can do it.

    I ignored the pain and put my leg forward. I ignored the wound and stepped on the ground with all my strength, causing a stinging pain to rise up my thigh, but that wasn’t important right now.

    bang!

    Ilhwisamgeom, which was unfolded in the river’s way, pushed away Changmin’s sword. A thought crossed my mind that I should check Changmin’s reaction, but I ignored it. I only looked at the tip of the sword and only my inner self. In order to maintain a small path for the energy to move freely, vortices were constantly created.

    The mystery of the ensuing change.

    Byun’s trick, which could never be said to have been implemented properly, was properly implemented, and Changmin’s sword, deceived by the second cut of the Ilhwi Samgeom, pierced the air.

    And at that moment, the joy of being transformed once again.

    Faaah!

    The flash-like cut created a blood line. Blood spattered outside Changmin’s chest and his sword trembled. Is it a slander or not? Only the outer skin was cut long. A shallow attack that makes it questionable whether it even touched the bone. It may be a wound that could lead to significant blood loss if the fight continues, but it does not incapacitate the warrior to this extent.

    “Ugh!”

    I caught up with Changmin, who was retreating due to injury. As much as Changmin took steps backwards, there was a tearing pain in his legs that had to move forward, but it didn’t matter.

    I forgot everything.

    I just focused on maintaining the swing of the sword and the flow of internal energy. The background was erased and Changmin’s face was erased, leaving only the sword and the outline of his body. All I could see was that. The center of gravity of the new model is lowered. Is this another body-throwing stab?

    I gave strength to my legs. I can accept it now. I couldn’t plan a head-on collision with a trick that might have given me as much power as I thought, which I doubt would have been able to manifest in time.

    I break that sword head on.

    Coo!

    In the slow passage of time, Changmin’s swords and mine clashed. Changmin’s thrust and my slash met at exactly one point.

    My whole body felt tingly from being exposed to the experience. However, perhaps it was because of the steady flow of internal strength that it was more bearable than before. Yes, I was able to endure it. The problem was that I was being pushed back.

    I consoled my body, which was screaming for strength, and desperately maintained the flow of energy, while at the same time practicing a herbivore method that I had never used before.

    Ilhwi Cheongungeom Jeolcho, Baekbyeon (百變).

    Formless herbivory.

    Changing techniques over and over again with just one movement…the essence of Ilhwi Cheongun Sword.

    The beginning was a pleasure. In a clever move, he clashed his swords in response to Changmin’s thrust.

    That turned into the secret of the river. He exerts all his might to suppress Changmin’s body and career.

    And again, it turned into Yu’s trick. For a moment, the direction of the opposing force is reversed.

    Quaaa!!

    An enormous career passed by my ears. Changmin’s sword and arms were completely extended beyond my shoulders. The distance is so close that you can headbutt each other if you want to.

    I, too, had my arms bent behind my back as I wondered if Yu was twisting Changmin’s career.

    Watching Changmin’s left hand change into the shape of a intestine, he pulls up Byeon’s technique one last time. What is pulled toward the body is not the blade but the handle of the sword.

    The moment when Changmin’s palm comes out to block the sword handle coming down.

    Touro has changed.

    The handle of the sword that was cutting down his shoulder was twisted and headed towards Changmin’s chin.

    Changmin’s hand waved in the air, and the handle of my sword hit Changmin’s chin. Changmin’s image was distorted into an impossible shape and flew through the air.

    I won, you bastard.

    As soon as I thought about that, I felt my body collapse and laughed. I had a hole in my leg, and in addition to the internal injuries I had been exposed to during my career, my energy and energy were damaged due to rough internal energy use, so I used a new luck technique to strengthen my body.

    It’s normal to collapse.

    I wish someone would call an ambulance…

    I lost consciousness as I saw someone running towards me.

    *** ***

    “Master, Rongin is smiling?”

    “Leave it alone, it seems like you’re having a good dream.”

    That ending doesn’t work!

    “Uhhhh!!”

    As soon as I opened my eyes, I looked around. It was halfway up the mountain where I had just passed out, and I could see several people surrounding me. Other Zen masters, including Zen Master Cheongheo and Master Unjong, and one elderly person I had never seen before. And Changmin.

    As soon as I saw Changmin, I reflexively fumbled around his waist, but found nothing. As I reflexively moved to increase the distance, pain came from my leg.

    Seeing me like that, Changmin spoke calmly.

    “Congratulations on your achievement.”

    “Congratulations on your achievement.”

    “Congratulations on your achievement.”

    The Zen masters also congratulated me. What? What kind of situation is this? Two Hyeonkyung masters suddenly appeared, and Changmin, whose jaw had been smashed just moments ago, was standing there unharmed. As I was looking around blankly, I saw several people wearing Jeomchangpa uniforms walking around.

    “Now, I’m going to apply Geumchang medicine and bandage it, so don’t move too much.”

    A person who appeared to be a doctor applied medicine to my leg.

    ….I thought it was a penetrating wound that could lead to death if I couldn’t stop the bleeding, but the actual wound on my leg wasn’t that deep. A wound that did not penetrate even half of the thigh. It wasn’t a small injury…but it was much less than I thought.

    “First of all…I have to say I’m sorry to you.”

    “…What have you done to me?”

    Master Unjong opened his mouth.

    “I put you in a welcome camp called a thousand-year welcome camp.”

    “…Welcome Jin.”

    Is it a welcome formation? I looked around. People walking around and doing something… I looked now and saw that they were holding a direction gauge and cutting down trees or moving stones.

    Typical behavior of true fighters.

    Fall into a trap. I felt around my body and checked my condition. I felt some internal injuries due to the rough internal training, but other than that, there were no injuries on the outside of my body except for my thighs.

    My gaze returned to Changmin. If the struggle had been real, Changmin should have had a stab wound to his chest and his jaw should have been shattered. However, Changmin’s appearance was clean and without a single scratch.

    “…I am constitutionally resistant to the illusion effect.”

    “That’s right… I heard through the story that you were resistant to the illusion effect, but I thought that if I shake your spirit in addition to the power of the thousand-year-long illusion, I could enchant you.◦# ◦

    However, my illusion resistance was stronger than I thought and I actually caused injury.

    “Keuung.”

    Looking back, there was a lot of evidence other than my injuries that I had fallen into the illusion.

    From the middle, it seemed like Changmin’s attacks became too monotonous and the images became blurred. Was it really Changmin who crossed swords with me at the beginning, and was it replaced by an illusion from the middle?

    …If you think about it calmly, the fact that he defeated Changmin in one go just because he found a way to use internal power doesn’t make sense.

    The opponent was Changmin, who was several levels higher than me in terms of pure skill and was even better than me in terms of the level of sword skills he had learned. How can Ilhwi Cheongungeom defeat the Jeomchang faction’s four-day sword technique in just one stroke?

    So, I was completely fooled by the hidden camera planned by the Jeomchang faction.

    The Zen masters were all waiting around and even the doctor was waiting. If I had been eaten by the illusion, the advance would have been stopped, so would safety have been guaranteed?

    My heart relaxed and I sighed.

    “Ha…”

    “All of this was planned by me by persuading everyone in the fortune-telling faction. I convinced your group too.”

    I turned my head to Master Unjong’s words.

    “…Was there a reason you did this?”

    “You will rarely face a life or death situation. I thought this was the right time.”

    What can I say? There was regret in Master Unjong’s eyes, but also confidence.

    “Your talent was truly amazing. The same goes for what he did in Sacheon and his dexterity. Suddenly I had this thought. Until now, you have probably never been at a crossroads between life and death. As a warrior, you must have never had the experience of pushing yourself to your limit with just a sword.”

    “By the time I stayed in Hwagyeong, I had only doubts. But after becoming a prefectural police officer and experiencing your talent, I gradually began to become convinced of that thought.”

    “…Are you sure?”

    “That’s right. As I became more confident, I began to feel like this was a unique opportunity. So I convinced everyone and did this.”

    A unique opportunity?

    “Your constitution was a problem that you had to overcome on your own. If you had practiced peacefully in Jeomchang, how long would it have taken you to master the flow of energy you have achieved now? It’s something that can’t be promised. Until then, what a waste of time you have to waste your time without learning anything clearly from the fortune-telling school.”

    “Hmm…”

    I had no choice but to agree with what Master Unjong said.

    If I hadn’t desperately searched for means and methods at the crossroads of life and death, I would have continued to practice without turning into an aggressor, dealing with ups and downs like that, waiting for the lump in my body to disappear, without even thinking about finding a way to deal with the lump.

    There would have been problems even after consuming all the elixirs of the Seven Elements, so I might have started worrying about it around then. However, now that there was no promise of obtaining the local elixir, even if one thought about how to control the lump, it was an unknown problem as to how much time would have been wasted.

    “I can see a path in front of me that can shorten the years, even if it’s not possible, by several years, or at the most ten years… I feel excited. And I also had this thought. I’m thinking that now might be the perfect time to deceive you.”

    Does this mean that it was just the right time to act, both for the sake of the cause and the timing?

    …I had no choice but to agree with this point as well. An expert in Hyeongyeong was born in the sect, but why was this fact not made public? It was a time when these questions were spreading among the disciples.

    So, I too was fooled by Changmin’s words.

    I sank inside for a moment. Due to some internal injuries, my stomach felt tingly when I moved my energy, but it was bearable.

    Kurrr.

    We used the lump control method implemented in the illusion. Is it because my concentration is lower than before? The path in the air vein looked a little unstable, but it was clearly clear. Although it is narrow and bumpy, it is a single ray of energy that allows energy to communicate freely.

    “Eng. Didn’t I say I was against it?”

    “In the first place, wasn’t there a need to force it and even cause injury?”

    “…I’m sorry. It’s all my greed that made things happen like this.”

    “No, no.”

    When I saw other Zen masters criticizing Master Unjong and Master Unjong looking depressed, I hurriedly waved my hand.

    “It was a bit coercive, but…wasn’t there a satisfactory result?”

    To be honest, it was a bit weird to suddenly be caught up in something like this… but it wasn’t something I couldn’t completely understand.

    Because I too have seen and experienced Master Unjong.

    Master Unjong must have thought that he had received enlightenment from me, and that he wanted to return the favor.

    I think the reason why the Zen master pushed ahead with this, even to the point of hurting me, was because he was so sure of it.

    “Thank you. Master.”

    So let’s think positively. Isn’t it true that he worked hard to develop my martial arts skills even though he took a gamble that would ruin our relationship with him? Even if you just put in the effort, it wouldn’t be normal. Since all the members of the National Assembly and Jinbeopsa were mobilized, he must have expressed some regrets about the faction.

    “Thank you for saying that…and I’m glad you overcame it well.”

    Master Unjong smiled humbly.

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