episode_0466

“Are you out of your mind now?”

Dokgo Yeongcheon widened his eyes and glared at Seol in plain clothes. He was conscious that it was a banquet, so he didn’t show any respect, but his expression was so cruel that it wouldn’t be surprising if he killed Sabok Seol at any moment.

Even though their relationship is usually hostile, Sabokseol is now invited to a banquet through Dokgo Yeongcheon where he gets to know the Heavenly Demon and the people of the Heavenly Demon Church.

Sabokseol’s action of coming as a guest and starting a fight with Cheonma as soon as he arrived was something that completely destroyed Dokgo Yeongcheon’s face.

“What are you doing when introducing Yunnan’s sects to the Heavenly Demon and the members of the Heavenly Demon Church?”

Sabokseol snorted at Dokgo Yeongcheon’s words.

“Hmph. You still only pick up boring words and serve them.”

“….What?”

Plainclothes gave a really boring look.

“It’s not just you. The world is noisy these days, but it’s not fun at all. It’s a spirit object, it’s a military camp… Even the guys in the party can’t come to their senses and say harsh things…”

Private clothes rumors that pour out complaints indiscriminately.

The words themselves were a bit confusing, but I could understand the plainclothes theory.

In this martial arts world, the presence of a master of martial arts was like an axis that moved the martial arts world. Because the existence of one expert of Hyeongyeong changed the status of the sect and changed the structure of the entire region.

But what is Moorim like now?

The core of the current martial arts group was not the master of Hyeongyeong, but Yeongmul and Jinbeopdae.

The current situation of Moorim would not be satisfactory to the master of Hyeongyeong, who had an absolute influence on Moorim.

In particular, the current situation would have been even more shaky if you were an expert in the field of Sapa who had no spiritual possessions and could not form a military corps.

If the Sabok theory believes that it is better for the power of blood religion to be completely wiped out and the influence of the past to be restored, then the current eccentricity is understandable.

Sabokseol’s intention was to imprint the power of the Heavenly Demon on the Yunnan forces by sacrificing his own reputation.

I looked at Wei Seo-ryeon again.

“Did you expect the current situation?”

“It was obvious.”

Wi Seo-ryeon, who had always looked like a spoiled colt these days, looked different.

Wi Seo-ryeon accurately predicted what kind of dissatisfaction Hyeon-gyeong Mu-in would have regarding the current situation in Moorim.

Wei Seo-ryeon must have read the admiration in my gaze and added something.

“A warrior is a person who follows his own path. Isn’t it true that a warrior takes a step forward without hesitation even if it conflicts with his own interests?”

“…is that so.”

One who follows his own path.

“I honestly wonder what it would be like for the leader of a sect to act like that…but isn’t learning by being defeated by someone stronger than oneself the way a warrior lives?”

Yes, this is Moorim, and Moorim was a place where a hot heart sometimes took precedence over cold reason.

“What about the power, what is the structure…this guy and that guy, there is no one who is just looking for attention and is eager to pull out the Tao!”

From a rational point of view, Plain Clothes Seol is just a foolish person who claims to be a loser, but from an emotional perspective, Plain Clothes Seol may be a romantic warrior who wants to follow in his footsteps.

“Are you a warrior like that too? Cheonma Wijicheon?”

Wi Ji-cheon put down his glass at the provocation of the plainclothes theory.

The place where Wi Ji-cheon’s gaze was directed was not plain clothes, but Dokgo Yeong-cheon.

“Is it okay if I come forward?”

“…How can you claim your rights as a host when you have not treated your guests properly?”

Dokgo Yeongcheon also took a step back when asked by Cheonma, wondering if he secretly wanted to see Cheonma’s skills. Wi Ji-cheon just nodded and stood up.

“He has spirit, but he is rude.”

With Wi Ji-cheon’s scolding, the air in the hall became heavy.

What would happen if lead was mixed in the air?

“Personally, I do not dislike martial artists with spirit, but dealing with a martial artist like you is against the etiquette that a Heavenly Demon representing the religion should have.”

“Ha.”

The plain clothes theory let out an exclamation. The voice was provocative, but rather than a provocation, it was closer to bravado to shake off the pressure of Wi Ji-cheon.

Because Sabokseol was already raising his hand to his sword and could not hide his tension.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Show qualifications.”

Step by step.

Wi Ji-cheon walked towards plainclothes.

The distance slowly narrows step by step.

At the same time, Wei Ji-tian’s Black Dragon Qi took control of his son-in-law.

“If you draw that sword and aim it at me, I will deal with you.”

Wi Ji-cheon’s gait with his back was very leisurely.

The distance between Wijicheon and Sabokseol is approximately 7 to 8 chapters. Considering that the distance from which an opponent is usually faced in a fight is roughly one length, Sabokseol was given enough time.

No, rather than enough time, it would be more than enough time.

Plaincloth Seol must have felt the same way, as a spark seemed to fly in his eyes, and he immediately gained momentum.

“Don’t underestimate-!”

The sword was pulled out of the sword holder, and the silver sword body was revealed. And at that moment, Wei Ji-cheon’s black dragon flag shot out quickly and wrapped around Sabokseol’s arm.

“Huh…!”

“This can’t be right!!”

The amazement of those who witnessed the scene filled the hall. I, too, could not help but be amazed by the sight.

Why is the state of modern police absolute?

This was because it had an overwhelming advantage in the most important factor in a martial arts fight: distance.

Let’s say that there is a master of flower scenery and a master of transcendence.

In the end, even if you are a master of Hwagyeong, you have to use strong energy to subdue Chojeongjeong, and using strong energy ultimately means clashing weapons with the Chojeongjeong expert and dividing the move.

Of course, in the process, the expert of Flower Sutra will gain the upper hand over the expert of Transcendence, but even if the probability is slim as long as the action of dividing the number is taken, variables will definitely occur.

However, there are no variables in the fight between Hyun-kyung and Hwa-kyung.

This is because if the Hyeon-gyeong master does not give distance to the Hwa-gyeong master and thoroughly responds with a strong response, even the number cannot be divided.

In other words, for a master of martial arts, unlike martial artists of other realms, distance does not act as an absolute factor.

Parrr!!

But even though I was well aware of that fact, the scene unfolding before my eyes was nothing short of amazing.

This is because the sword that Sabokseol was holding had left the sword’s house and was stopped just before being pulled out.

Even though distance is not an absolute factor in the realm of Hyeongyeong, unlike other realms, there is no change in the fact that the closer the distance is, the easier it is to exert power.

However, Wi Ji-cheon prevented Sabok Seol from pulling out the sword from a distance, so it was difficult to even guess how powerful Wi Ji-cheon was.

“Ugh!”

Sabokseol let out an embarrassed voice and gave strength, but Wijicheon did not waver at all.

Jeez.

I just slowly narrowed the distance one step at a time.

“Khaaaa!!”

Tsuzzz!!

Seeing this, Sabokseol gritted his teeth and unleashed his inner energy with all his might.

“Ugh!”

“Huh!”

The aftermath alone was so powerful that the groans in the market continued. It was literally a force exerted without even considering the surrounding situation.

“Insufficient concentration of energy.”

It was not enough to shake off Wi Ji-cheon’s pressure.

Jeez.

Now the distance has narrowed to about three feet. The rough release of internal energy and the rising tendons on the forearms showed that Sabokseol was squeezing out all the strength he had been nursing. The situation did not improve at all.

No, it was getting worse.

The Tao of Sabokseol, which was on the verge of being chosen, was being pushed back into the Taoist family as the distance from Wijicheon narrowed.

“…I admit it. That you are of a different class from me.”

Sabokseol said this and relaxed his arms. Still, more than half of the swords that were out went completely into the sword house.

Have you given up?

That thought crossed my mind for a moment, but I couldn’t help but shake my head.

Because Sabokseol’s eyes were still shining brightly.

“However, I am also a warrior who is proud of my level.”

Tsuzzz!!

All the energy that Sabokseol gave off to Daejeon was sucked back into his body. Did he want to repay Wi Ji-cheon’s point?

I could literally feel the will to completely increase the concentration of energy and cut off the pressure of Wijicheon at once.

“If you can’t even draw the sword properly in front of your opponent, how can you say that the blood sword is a private theory!!”

Quaaa!!

Baldo.

The condensed energy of plainclothes exploded in an instant. And the energy of such plainclothes soon collided head-on with Wei Ji-cheon’s Black Dragon Qi.

In the aftermath, a storm raged within the banquet hall. The sleeves of those in the banquet hall fluttered as if they were torn, bottles of alcohol tumbled off the table, and popping sounds were heard everywhere.

Did the plainclothes theory, which focused such enormous power on one point, work?

With the trembling hand of the sword, the silver sword gradually emerged outside the sword house.

The plainclothes theory is gradually gaining ground.

However, I never thought that the plainclothes theory would completely remove the Tao.

Wi Ji-cheon is dealing with the plainclothes theory.

Jeez.

Because Wi Ji-cheon was just moving steadily, despite the momentum of the plainclothes theory that was putting forth all its might.

Jeez.

The distance was reduced to 2 pieces.

Parrr!!

Little by little, Sabokseol’s arm, which was pulling out the blade, stopped. Sabokseol gritted his teeth and used his strength to raise the blood vessels in his neck.

Jeez.

As the effort became meaningless, each time the distance became closer, the silver sword was helplessly pushed back into the sword house.

The sight of Wijicheon walking slowly was reminiscent of Mount Tai.

No matter what humans do, they can make Mount Tai move. Person to person. Although it was a battle between unmanned man and unmanned man, that’s exactly what I thought.

Jeez.

Wi Ji-cheon’s steps stopped.

The distance between the two was narrowed to exactly one length, and the path of plainclothes ultimately did not escape the path of the path.

Three inches.

The sword blade that Sabokseol pulled out with all his might was only three inches long. The silver shine of the three-year-old’s sword was the result of Sabokseol’s efforts.

Sabokseol looked down at his sword in despair. Then, while staring at the three-inch blade, he quietly pushed the blade in.

“I lost.”

“I see.”

“That’s right. Whether you eat it baked or boiled is up to you.”

Sabokseol said so and took his hands off the sword. The fact that the warrior released his weapon was equivalent to expressing his intention not to resist.

Everyone swallowed their saliva in nervousness and looked at Wi Ji-cheon.

What Sabokseol did was an act that was extremely rude to anyone, so it would not be strange if Wi Ji-cheon took Sabokseol’s life.

Perhaps there are terrible rumors about the Demonic Cult floating around in the minds of those attending the banquet.

I too was curious.

How will Wi Ji-cheon deal with the plainclothes rumor?

Wi Ji-cheon’s hand, which was behind his back, moved. Everyone held their breath at the leisurely movement, and Sabokseol also followed the movement of the hand with nervous eyes.

Whick!

Wi Ji-cheon’s gesture made the glass fly. It was a glass that contained alcohol even while strong winds were blowing inside the banquet hall.

Sabokseol grabbed the glass in front of him with a puzzled expression.

“If you are done with your business, please quietly enjoy the banquet.”

With only those words left, Wi Ji-cheon turned and returned to his seat.

“….Ha.”

Sabokseol, who was staring blankly at the leisurely back, quickly took a sip of his drink. Then he grinned and sat next to Wi Ji-cheon.

“Can I call you brother?”

“Not allowed.”

“Well, you’re strict.”

Wi Ji-cheon returned to his seat without much response, and Sabok-seol sat next to Wi Ji-cheon.

“Ha…”

Seeing that, Dokgo Yeongcheon sighed and touched his forehead as if he was astonished, but what Dokgo Yeongcheon could say was limited.

Because I couldn’t just throw down the barely repaired board just because I was angry.

“Clean up the broken bottles and bring out new food and alcohol.”

The banquet resumed with a completely different atmosphere.