episode_0052

“That guy is worth nine hundred!”

“Isn’t that the person holding the big tomb the person of the human tomb? How can that human butcher be here… … !”

A situation so tense that a fight could break out at any moment.

And since the fights between martial artists were a rare spectacle, people soon gathered outside the inn.

Fights between martial artists are nothing special.

I guess you could say it’s something you’ll encounter a few times in your lifetime.

Naturally, people began to watch from a distance so as not to get caught up in the wisdom of life they had acquired while living.

“Indian place name!”

“Even the water is nine hundred!”

And when another martial artist or someone well-versed in martial arts began to sing, everyone followed suit.

In fact, it is not the case that a master of the highest level should be treated like a stone kicked on the road.

Moreover, since they are the ones who have been building up a notoriety for decades in the Green Forest, it wouldn’t be strange if there were one or two people who recognized them.

Although their martial arts skills are so low that it is difficult to hear the sound of a great demon head, they are all mid-level demon heads belonging to the Green Forest.

“It would be difficult for that small group to handle alone… … .”

“It’s too much to handle seven by yourself. It would be better to get out of here and plan for the future.”

The crowd of onlookers muttered with pitiful expressions on their faces.

There are seven peak masters.

From what he said, it seemed like that boy was the young swordsman who had recently been making a lot of noise and single-handedly destroyed five Nokrim Mountain Villages.

Since there is no way that everyone would have positive feelings towards the bandits, the situation continued with everyone just stamping their feet in sympathy for Yeon-jin.

It would be impossible to destroy five green forests alone without force, but even considering that, it would be difficult to easily handle the training of seven top-class masters.

If seven people pass the training, it would be difficult to guarantee victory on an uninhabited island that has reached the highest level of excellence.

The gazes that seemed to contain that meaning looked at Yeonjin with pity, but Yeonjin calmly aimed her sword.

“If I die by my magic, it won’t be unfair.”

“Babble babble, you really do have a lot of dirty words. Does Nokrim fight with his beak?”

Gu Baek, conscious of the gazes of the people watching, aimed his huge sword at them and recited some wonderful lines, but his face turned red at Yeon Jin’s rebuke.

And the moment he runs towards me, spitting out curses.

Wheeek-!

Yeonjin’s hands moved as quickly as a ray of light, and before she knew it, a butterfly-shaped blade flew out from between her sleeves and cut through the wind.

King of Hell’s Secret.

This is a secret letter sent by King Yeomra to those whose lifespan has ended as written in the Book of Life and Death.

And just like its ominous name, instead of flying away fluttering, the King of Hell’s Sword became extremely fast and difficult to chase even with the naked eye, and pierced right between Gu Baek’s eyebrows.

“This convert… … is… … .”

Gu Baek’s words, which had been swearing and rushing in, did not end.

Carelessness breeds trouble.

Either he didn’t know that the secret weapon that cost 50 crowns of gold to make just one would pop out from Yeonjin’s sleeve, or he was overly confident in the numerical superiority of the seven.

Either way, it was enough to be recorded as nine hundred signs in the Book of Life and Death.

The nine-hundred-year-old body collapsed, with red blood flowing out, forming a shape resembling a butterfly landing between his eyebrows.

“Hey, Goo Baek!”

“You’re so stupid!”

The remaining six frowned as they watched the nine hundred crumble to the ground.

In the world of martial arts, it seems like they have forgotten the old adage to be careful of men, children, and the elderly. Since they let their guard down and were ambushed and killed, there is no one to blame.

While each of them was cursing the nine hundred who had died a dog’s death, the six who were grimacing changed their demeanor.

Because there was a dead textbook right in front of me that I had let down my guard for.

“Hit it!”

“Whew!”

While six blades flew in with a scream, emitting a chilling light.

Yeonjin slowly increased her air power.

‘It seems more doable than I thought?’

The body polished by the pupil of the reverse karma has become imbued with Prajna.

Both the Ban-ya Great Power and the Reverse Geun-se-su-gyeong are among the greatest divine arts produced by Shaolin in Shaolin history.

The power of the Prajna Great Power contained in the body completed through the Reverse Circumcision Sutra brought out the natural outflow of power as if it had been designed to be used that way from the beginning.

And then, towards the first flying blade of sword light, he struck the extreme point of its tip with the tip of his sword.

What at first glance seemed like a minor prank led to a conflict.

Kwaaang-!

The collision of two blades together created an intangible shock wave that spread through the air with a loud noise that could not possibly occur.

“Ouch!”

The master of the green forest who had been swinging his sword suddenly twisted his body like a shrimp and rolled around on the ground.

As he struggled to get up, he let out a dry cough, causing others to raise their voices.

“What have you done!”

Yeonjin didn’t answer.

If I had to explain it, I would say that it is a move that applies the properties of the Bokma Yeorae Sword, which is the most faithful to the principles of the Doctrine of the Mean, excluding the Taegeuk Hye Sword of the Wudangpa in the world.

Instead of answering, Yeonjin flew away.

It was fun enough to tease and tease the bandits, but once the fight started, it had to be taken somewhat more seriously.

It was just last night that I asked Yu Ye-hyang why she was trying to carry the burden all by herself.

In order to show that she was worthy of sharing the burden she was about to bear, she had to become much stronger.

“The coward made an ambush, and now he’s using sorcery… … !”

India frowned.

It was a bad habit of the martial artists to condemn acts beyond their understanding as sorcery.

If it were normal, Yeonjin would have been furious and asked how long he would continue to talk about witchcraft, but now she remained silent and watched the new form sway.

A wheel battle with six masters of similar skill level to yourself.

It was also a type of practical experience that is difficult to obtain anywhere else.

Bokma Yeorae Sword

Seven treasures of Dochilbonghwa.

The swordsmanship closest to the Doctrine of the Mean in the world burned like the sunset beyond the horizon, casting a bright yellow halo around him.

Before the sun completely disappeared beyond the horizon, a black flame shimmered with red and purple hues.

The flame that had begun to burn gently began to burn bravely, not even taking a single step back from the sword swinging towards it.

“What kind of background does that kid have… … !”

The moment he collided with the giant sword, a tingling sensation ran up his hand and one of the Nokrim masters made a puzzled expression.

It’s as if he can’t believe that he’s starting to fall behind in terms of his background, even though he’s at least twice as old as him.

The more I tried to suppress the sword with the weight and strength characteristic of a heavy weapon, the more I tried, but Yeonjin’s sword just stood there, blocking it as if it were nailed to the spot.

“Hold on! I’ll handle it!”

And during that brief moment of clash, of course the other five masters were not idle.

Perhaps learning a lesson from the Asura who was now lying on the ground and cooling down, he took the initiative to dodge without showing any sign of letting his guard down, and swords and axes flew at him.

Since the advantage that comes from numbers has already blocked the escape route, it cannot be avoided.

If things continue like this, Yeonjin will surely end up on the floor as a corpse torn to pieces and requiring stitches.

Not only the onlookers watching, but even the masters of the Green Forest were convinced of this.

A golden light burst out from the sword.

“Buddha light assistance.”

Yeonjin, who only moved her lips and muttered the name of the herbivore, did not avoid it.

As if if you can’t avoid it, then don’t avoid it and just face it.

The Buddha’s light spreads widely and illuminates the world.

The Dharma is invisible, but it subdues the devil and tames the tiger. Instead of turning the wheel, the Buddha turns the wheel of Dharma. It is the principle of the Dharma to subdue them with words through the sermon and make them truly convinced.

The moment the core essence of the Bokma Yeorae Sword was pierced, the sword shadows that struck the four directions brought about countless changes.

The flowing energy changed and the near-infinite changes were hidden between the shaking blades.

In the blink of an eye or the exhalation of a breath, the truth and the fiction change dozens of times in a row, so it is obvious that even the Green Forest masters who wield their weapons have no way of knowing which way is the right way.

“What is this… … !”

The green forest master who had first swung his sword at Yeonjin opened his eyes wide.

Even though it is obvious that the sharpness is hidden in the silence right before your eyes, and even though it is clear that you attacked first, you cannot tell which side is the winner.

And the consequences for those who fail to find a way out are obvious.

The moment a red line was engraved on his neck, his eyes wide open as if he couldn’t believe it until the moment of his death, his neck fell to the floor with a thud.

The sight of a person’s head rolling around seemed unrealistic at first glance, but there was no time to collect my surprise.

Human blood splattering, bodies falling apart after losing their owners, fierce battles, and the oppressive feeling of walking on thin ice.

Yeonjin’s eyes became silent.

‘What’s next?’

The eyes that were completely absorbed in the current fight were drenched in selflessness.

Quickly identify the attack coming at you and come up with the best response in your head.

That leaves five enemies left.

Well then, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to add some variation at this point.

Yeonjin, who was thinking like that, suddenly changed the direction of the force that was being applied.

The compassion of Buddha, who emphasized moderation, is nowhere to be found, and what has taken its place is a demonic sword that tears flesh and lusts for blood.

The cruel and inhuman sword.

Black and white.

The slaughter of people with a ruthless purpose has replaced the mercy of the law.

The moment the sword aura that stood out like a saw blade spit out a roaring sword name as if it wanted more blood, the Nokrim master who had been swinging his sword behind Yeonjin was met with the blade in the same awkward posture as he was bounced off by the force of the rebound.

Phew!

Blood spurted out along with the eerie sound of the blade tearing flesh and tearing at the body.

“Kkaaaak!”

Since having one’s stomach cut open while in a conscious state is an experience that is difficult to experience, a terrible scream erupted.

When an organ that needs to be protected is damaged, the blood flows back in and cries out.

The moment his hands, which were trying to somehow collect the things that were flowing out while spitting out blood from his mouth, stopped, his body also fell down with a thud.

“What the heck is going on! What the hell is going on!”

India, Wijimyeong shouted with a thoughtful face.

It seemed like he was really using numbers.

“Ker, keruhhh!”

Even as India screamed, Salgeom seemed to want more blood, and in an instant, he struck dozens of times at lightning speed and devoured my comrade.

Seven people rushed in, but only three remained.

India’s legs trembled like aspen trees in a form close to one-sided massacre.

Just like the nickname India, I’ve always been a butcher who catches people, I never thought I’d be the one being caught.

Yeonjin, who had caught four people and not gotten a single drop of blood on them, calmly wiped the blood off the blade, as if she had performed some kind of trick.

“Is this what it feels like?”

Yeonjin muttered in a voice as indifferent as her movements.

The masters dispatched from the Green Forest were weaker than expected. It was to the point where it seemed as if they were calling themselves masters with such skills.

But apart from that, I also realized what it felt like to swing a sword in a state of complete selflessness, without even a single thought.

Yeonjin didn’t realize it yet, but it was the process of entering the world of ideas.

In fact, the starting line for being called a master in the martial arts world is from the first class.

First-class unmanned players will be able to use swordsmanship, and will be able to gain an overwhelming advantage over those who cannot use swordsmanship.

But what can be called a true expert is from the very peak.

So then, how do you determine that you have reached the pinnacle of perfection?

It’s an idea.

Putting one’s will into martial arts, and spreading one’s will through martial arts to force and change.

That’s the idea.

It is evidence that one has reached the realm of unlearned ascension.

In order to force what you want through your own will, you need to go through a process of naturally adapting to your thoughts by entering a state of selflessness like you do now.

“I guess I’m starting to get the hang of it now.”

Seo Cheon-woo, who had been watching silently with his arms folded, muttered.

It’s definitely a talent I’m after.

Even without anyone telling him, he is taking the steps step by step on his own, so that alone is enough to put him in the top 100.

Seo Cheon-woo, who thought so, glanced at Yu Ye-hyang.

He was watching with his lips pursed and his face expressionless, but in reality, he seemed completely absorbed and very nervous.

And yet, her eyes were watching the scene in rapture, like a girl in love.

“Tsk.”

Seo Cheon-woo clicked his tongue slightly.

If it weren’t for Yu Ye-hyang, he would have taken her as his disciple and taught her earnestly about what a sword is.

While Seo Cheon-woo was licking his lips in regret, a thunderous roar erupted out at some point.

“Wow, wooow!”

“I knocked them all down!”

While I was thinking about something else for a moment, the last Indian Wijimyeong was rolling around on the floor, sprinkling blood.

It seemed that he had no ability to withstand the sword that was made to thoroughly cut people.

While Seo Cheon-woo grumbled that it ended more blandly than he had expected, and the audience that had gathered like a flock of clouds to watch began to cheer.

“… … .”

Yeonjin followed suit without saying a word.

The state of ecstasy and selflessness that I had experienced just a moment ago.

That’s because the aftertaste still lingered and ran through the veins of my body.

‘If I savor this aftertaste a little more, I feel like I might understand something.’

Yeonjin muttered to herself and closed her eyes tightly.