episode_0503

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“Head of the family! In the sky…!”

Again?

Sabokseol sighed at the familiar shadow of a hawk he had seen yesterday. Just like yesterday, Ho Cheon-an falls down holding Navin.

The difference from yesterday was noticeable in the eyes of such plainclothes people.

It looked like Navin was smiling brightly and Hocheonan was looking at Navin with a sweet smile.

“What else do you have to do today? Are you here to persuade me again?”

“I came today to make a suggestion.”

“…Suggestion?”

Sabokseol’s eyes opened wide at Ho Cheon-an’s words. Did yesterday’s persuasion to think about the student’s future work?

Sabokseol looked at Hocheonan with anticipation.

“Please give up Podalap Palace. In that case, I will send you back to Jungwon.”

However, what Ho Cheon-an said was completely different from the expectations of the plainclothes theory.

“That’s nonsense.”

Sabokseol let out a long sigh.

“In the end, didn’t you come here to stop me? This is to prevent them from attacking Podalap Palace.”

“I won’t deny that either. But it is also true that I want to send you back to the central plain.”

“That’s right! Because of my grandfather, we were prepared to leave Podalap Palace!”

Sabokseol laughed at Navin’s angry shout. Yesterday, the grumpy guy who couldn’t even speak for himself felt quite energetic after taking a day off.

However, things in the world are not just about momentum.

Plain clothes theory pulled out the sword.

“This world’s plainclothes rumor! Did the entrenchment cabal look funny? I have declared the conquest of my Podalap Palace, so how can I just retreat as a warrior?”

“That’s right!”

“That’s right!”

As if responding to the plainclothes theory, the warriors in the trenches pulled out swords. Navin hid behind Ho Cheon-an’s back due to the bursting energy waves and their sinister appearance, and Ho Cheon-an protected Navin from the energy waves of those people.

“Ugh…”

“Hehe. Naveen, didn’t you tell me to stay at Podalap Palace?”

“Now…we decided to be together!”

Ho Cheon-an, seeing the will shining in the corner of his frightened eyes, smiled and stroked Navin’s head.

Plainclothes, who saw this, snapped his sword. The warriors of the trench party who were surrounding Hocheonan moved and opened a path, and Navin followed the path, escaped the siege, and stood at a distance.

Hocheonan watched the scene and then turned his head towards Sabokseol again.

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“There is no need to be thankful because the price of that consideration will be paid through joint work.”

“Do whatever you want.”

Ho Cheon-an responded calmly and used his inner strength.

“Umm…”

“Large..”

The thieves in the trenches let out a groan just because Ho Cheon-an unleashed his inner strength. Could this be the prayer of the Absolute One who single-handedly destroyed the Blood Cult and the Black Forest Islands? It wasn’t even pressure using a sutra, just moving the energy made the air sticking to my skin feel numb.

A laugh came out of Plainclothes’ mouth.

Is this really a human prayer?

The size of that energy was like that of Mount Tai, and the structure of that energy was tightly woven like carefully woven silk without a single gap, so Sabokseol knew victory or defeat even before the fight.

“You really are a monster. It was not a lie to say that he single-handedly annihilated the blood religion.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“So I’ll go now.”

It was not plainclothes but the thieves of the trench party who rushed at us so fearfully that the words fell.

Thieves who have spent dozens of years with the theory of plainclothes. Although the situation was nothing compared to the plainclothes theory, Ho Cheon-an felt pressured by the rushing thieves.

A sense of crisis that I had not felt since I went to Moorim to make a comeback arose.

A blood religion that gained power by relying on spirit creatures and blood monsters. And a forged momentum that could not be felt in the Hyeolrim Islands, which were obsessed with obtaining the power of the blood religion.

Those who relied on the power of spirits and monsters, rather than the martial arts accumulated through their own blood and sweat, could never obtain the will and sharpness of a warrior.

They were short in numbers, did not follow the principles of joint work, and were warriors in the trenches, who were in the middle of the field, but their sharpness was accumulated at the end of their path.

Ho Cheon-an increased his concentration and began to move his body.

In fact, the possibility of the soldiers in the trench party inflicting significant damage on Ho Cheon-an was extremely close to zero. Just by increasing the internal strength of the body, which would not budge even if struck with a piece of iron, it is protected by energy that is close to the strength of self-defense. Since his body was covered with clothes that could be considered protective clothing, it was doubtful whether he would shed a single drop of blood even if he were to receive the strong energy with his body.

However, Ho Cheon-an did not let down his guard and watched the warriors.

These are monsters who have strength, but are busy screaming out evil without the slightest sense. Because they are different from the weak warriors who depended on such blood clots and were broken by their own hands.

What are the basics of a thief? What should I do to be recognized as a thief and a person who uses the Tao?

Ho Cheon-an saw that standard as hesitation.

Basically, it is a weapon specialized for cutting by taking advantage of its weight. If you want to choose another option, it is better to pick up a sword.

Therefore, the person who lifts the Tao must be prepared to put everything on the line for the cuts he makes.

A person who can choose to cut without hesitation, even if that choice is the same as throwing a fist at a wrapping cloth.

‘That’s great.’

Ho Cheon-an was shocked by the attacks of thieves pouring in from all directions. Even though he knows that his attacks are as insignificant as a drop of water falling on a rock, he strikes with all his might with the determination that one day it will become a paving stone that can break through the rock.

Hocheonan’s hands and feet moved.

If they were just like a band of thieves, they would have swept them into the river using Thunder Dragon’s Edge, but these days, they are the ones who will hang on to even the smallest gap. There was no reason to use a big technique like Igigeogang against those people, revealing the loopholes.

The sword containing strong energy was helplessly twisted and thrown away by Ho Cheon-an’s hand and foot movements. The thieves in the trench gritted their teeth as they saw the first passengers who rushed in disappear in an instant.

I had hoped that the technique of manipulating energy would be a monster, but the center of Hocheonan, which used its arms and legs to instantly defeat thieves pouring in from all directions, did not even move as if a thousand-year-old tree had taken root.

The shape of the calluses on his hands is clearly that of a swordsman, but does this mean that he is at this level with his opponent’s fist?

Nevertheless, the thieves did not stop.

2nd wave. The third wave rushed in.

Ho Cheon-an thought as he received the third wave. It seems inevitable that he will be a little shaken by the attacks of Master Hwa-gyeong, who is presumed to be the deputy head.

So press with force.

Hocheonan’s energy exploded. Finally, a brain cavity so bright that it was difficult for those who were performing the joint attack to properly open their eyes enveloped Ho Cheon-an from his hands to his elbows, and at the same time, the Dao of the Hwa-gyeong Taoist was shattered.

“Wow!”

The thieves run away, spouting blood. Ho Cheon-an sensed that a plainclothes attack would come through the slow passage of time.

I tried to minimize the gap by pressing it down with force, but I couldn’t eliminate it completely.

The blow just now had clearly opened a gap for a needle to enter.

Quaaa!!

There was no way the plainclothes theory could have missed that gap.

A plainclothes sword that extends through the gap between the fluttering minions. There was a strong energy coiled around that sword, emitting a light that was incomparable to the thunder light contained in Hocheonan.

A fantasy unfolded in the eyes of all the warriors staring at the trampling plainclothes.

The land. An illusion of the sky splitting apart.

It was a kind of intuition and imagination.

Just as an angry tiger swings its front paws at its prey, it reminds us of the prey being torn to death even without seeing the result. I simply judged that a plainclothes attack, recognized in the realm of instinct, contained a lot of power, and so I imagined the result arbitrarily.

It is even capable of splitting the heavens and the earth.

Ho Cheon-an, the person who had to take the blow, stared at the trajectory of the sword.

This situation was clearly unfavorable for Ho Cheon-an.

When comparing the power of Ho Cheon-an and the power of Sabok Seol, the gap in power was obvious.

Such was the fight between warriors that reached its peak.

What is the most important thing in handling energy? It was the will. And the strength of his will is due to the principles he has understood and realized.

The principle through which Hocheonan projects his will is the brain.

A hero of destruction equipped with both power and speed, and an absolute object of fear for all living creatures in the world.

however.

At the same time, it had the property of being silent until the charges accumulated and exploded.

Rumbling!! Crrr!!

Therefore, the power contained in Ho Cheon-an’s first book against the two sides of the plainclothes theory was not enough to crush the attack of the plain clothes theory, but in Ho Cheon-an’s eyes, the gaps carved in that single book were clearly visible.

As I realized that there was a flaw in my logic, a gap also appeared in my will and spirit.

No matter how powerful you are, how can you perfectly deliver a blow that you think is not perfect?

Even though he was aware of the gap, Ho Cheon-an calmly stretched out his fist.

Because this blow was the best move Ho Cheon-an could make.

It was inevitable if this number did not reach the extreme of the plain clothes theory.

Ho Cheon-an’s fist and the Dao of Plain Clothing collided, and a silent shock wave swept through the son-in-law. Navin, who reflexively covered his front, and the thieves in the trenches who were lying exposed to the aftermath of the shock wave turned their attention to the epicenter.

There stood plainclothes Seol, holding only the hilt of the sword, and Ho Cheon-an, his fist stopped in front of plainclothes Seol’s chest.

“Ah…”

“Ha…”

The sighs of the thieves rang out, and Sabokseol’s hand slowly fell, and soon the sword, with only the handle remaining, fell to the ground.

Plain clothes closed his eyes.

“lost.”

Ho Cheon-an stared at the plainclothes theory. The moment Sabokseol, who could not stand the continued silence, opened his mouth to tell him to decide whether to kill or save, boil or bake, Ho Cheonan spoke first.

“Have you given up?”

Although it was a random comment.

Those words pierced Sabokseol’s heart like a dagger.

“Now that the hope of continuing the life of a wanderer wandering around the city has been lost, do you now want to die an honorable death?”

Ho Cheon-an recalled the attack that Plainclothes had just launched. It contained enough logic to divide the world, but the will of plainclothes theory could not follow suit.

Sabokseol just let out a dry laugh.

Certainly, Venerable Thunder Master’s words hit the nail on the head. When dozens of years of waiting went in vain, he was angry and despairing at the same time.

As a warrior in the central plains, if you can’t go back to being a martial artist.

I would rather die unmanned.

That’s why we headed to Podalap Palace. It would have been better for him to die at the hands of Sarah, with whom he had been fighting for over a dozen years, and it would have been better for him to have died at the hands of a man who was famous for being the best in the world.

How could I cut down my opponent if I had no intention of cutting him down?

Since it was a fight I wanted to die for, defeat was inevitable.

“What will the loser say? Take care of it.”

Ho Cheon-an looked at the plain clothes, revealing deep fatigue and despair. It was a very familiar face and expression to Ho Cheon-an. Until Ho Cheon-an from another world came back with a reply saying that Ho Cheon-an was making a comeback, Ho Cheon-an was also making that kind of expression every day.

Any persuasion would have been useless to the ears of the current plainclothes theory.

Because Hocheonan was like that too.

Ho Cheon-an, who was looking at Seolbok Seol, who had given up everything, opened his mouth.

“Then, follow me back to the empire.”

“Are you still saying that?”

“Didn’t I tell you to take care of it? This is my handling.”

So, instead of persuading the plainclothes theory, Ho Cheon-an decided to just drag it along. Ho Cheon-an, who pointed out the mixed race of plainclothes people in despair, looked at the thieves in the trenches.

The thieves stared at Ho Cheon-an with expressions that did not make sense.

They had suffered a crushing defeat, but since the party responsible for that crushing defeat was sending their leader, Sabokseol, back to the empire, they had no idea what kind of expression they should make.

“You guys….”

However, Ho Cheon-an poured out what he had been thinking as if the confusion among the thieves was none of his business. As Ho Cheon-an’s words continued, the monks’ mouths opened one by one, and when Ho Cheon-an finished speaking, they could only look at Ho Cheon-an with incomprehensible eyes.

The master of Hwagyeong opened his mouth on behalf of the Taoists’ questions.

“Cough…you…were you not a member of a political faction?”

“I am neither a political faction nor an anti-partisan faction. He’s just an old man working for the well-being of the world.”

“…I see.”

When the story was over, Navin, who was far away, ran over and was held in Ho Cheon-an’s arms.

“Sabu! Today was really cool!”

“Hehehe, is that so?”

“Yes, something is crazy today! I thought I could follow along if I learned how to do it! Are you going to teach me those martial arts too?!”

“Hehehe. Of course.”

“Wow! exciting! How long will it take to learn? one week? One month?”

well. No matter how short you guess it, I think it will take ten years.

A thought like that occurred in Ho Cheon-an’s head, but the sight of Navin throwing punches and kicks in the air and making a fuss was so cute that he just laughed.

The thieves in the trenches looked blankly at Ho Cheon-an and Navin walking away, carrying their plainclothes on their shoulders and chatting casually.

One of the thieves said.

“Even today’s events are nothing to that person.”

“That’s right.”

Even though he defeated the entire Trench Tiger Party, captured Hyeoldo Sabokseol, and spoke of the great plan to change Chief Lee and Yunnan through the bandits of the Trench Tiger Party, Lei Jianlongin seemed to think that his disciple’s cuteness was more important than all of those things.

The thieves had no choice but to let out a helpless laugh. Master Hwagyeong muttered as he looked at the shaking body of plainclothes draped over Hocheonan’s shoulder.

“The head of the family must be having a hard time.”

“Won’t we do the hard work?”

“Haha. yes. If you want to move as the author says.”

The thieves, supporting those with deep internal injuries, moved toward the wide plateau of Seojang.

Hocheonan and Navin returning to Podalap Palace. And on the contrary, thieves heading to the plateau. The paths of the two sides diverged clearly, but smiles never ceased on some people’s lips and the flame of hope did not go out in others’ eyes.

It was a sign that the wind of change was blowing once again in the district and the world.