A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 131



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Episode 131. The Second Heaven

Aaron, who had been babbling on about something into the pole like a skilled host, took it out of his mouth and turned to us and asked,

“Are you ready?”

Van Dyke nodded silently, and I also took a deep breath and answered.

“Ready.”

Aaron nodded and shouted into the pole.

Van Dyke looked at me silently.

I didn’t avoid his gaze either.

He had his back to the sun, so the backlight made everything look dark.

If there is a messenger sent from the afterlife, is this what he would look like?

At the same time, his long two-handed sword came close in an instant.

It felt like it suddenly popped up right before my eyes.

Although there was quite a distance between me and him, the gap was easily ignored by his long limbs and long two-handed sword.

I easily dodged his thrust by dragging my hind legs and stepping to the other side.

hook!

The two-handed sword that cut through the air and stabbed fiercely hit where my chest was before returning.

The aftermath left hair flying.

Hook! Hook! Hook!

Van Dyke kept his distance and thrust his two-handed sword like a spear.

He repeated the stabs at a fairly fast pace, but each stab was heavy and not light at all.

Fit!

Just with the sword wind, clothes were slightly cut off, some hair was cut off, and a raw wound was drawn on the cheek.

It was an immense power.

I went into battle with the mindset that if I got hit by that giant two-handed sword, that would be the end.

I didn’t try to attack rashly.

I avoided Van Dyke’s fierce attacks, got used to his spacing and distance, and figured out how far I should dig in.

The stabbing continued.

Avoiding it itself wasn’t difficult, but continuing to avoid it…

It felt like all those stabs came together to form a wall.

It was impossible to approach without care by breaking through the wall made up of countless sword tips.

It’s like just looking at it makes you breathless and at some point you give up on attacking.

Attack is the best defense.

Is this what you say in such a situation?

It was a strange sight to see an iron wall defense being built through constant attacks.

Attack, defend, and check at the same time.

I thought that despite his appearance, he had a rather cautious personality.

But I’m not a man who gives up on an attack to this extent.

I watched the tip of the sword as it stabbed me, and I learned its patterns and habits… … .

He moved his body slightly and guided the attack to his head.

hook!

‘Right.’

I checked the sword rushing towards my head and carefully placed mine at its tip.

Kang!

Then he just kept scraping and sliding down.

Kagagagang!

Sparks flew from the friction between the swords.

Rather than immediately retracting his two-handed sword, he instead focused his force towards me and tried to cut me down.

I held onto that force and rushed toward him.

Kagak River!

The moment I thought I had gotten close enough, I suddenly released the strength I had been holding on to and bent down.

Hmph!

The bastard’s two-handed sword sliced ​​through my head.

I spun around on one foot without slowing down, and slid diagonally from the lower right to the upper left.

But he quickly retrieved his sword and blocked my attack with the handle, which was as long as the blade.

Bang!

But my sword didn’t stop there, it slid in and aimed for the bastard’s wrist.

Just before the snake-curved sword cuts off the guy’s wrist.

Phew!

A leg as big as a log flew in and kicked me in the side.

Of course, it wasn’t unexpected, so I dealt with it as the chairman.

However, the bastard’s power was far beyond my expectations.

puck!

Before I knew it, I found myself floating in the air.

I was embarrassed.

I flew about 3 to 4 meters and landed on the ground rolling.

I felt a strange pain in my left arm, so I went to check it out.

“No, what… … .”

His left arm, which had blocked the kick, was broken.

Even though I was hit in the left shoulder by an axe, my internal energy didn’t flow as naturally as before.

Does this make sense?

Judging by the pain in his side, it seems that his left rib is also partially broken or cracked.

Just one kick?

It was a power beyond imagination.

“… … .”

I was dumbfounded and just stared at Van Dyke.

The bastard still stood there, his two-handed sword aimed at me, looking at me with cautious eyes.

I glared at the guy.

“… … This is the third time.”

“What?”

“Your left arm is broken. Break it gently. Break it gently!”

“… … .”

“Why do these damn guys keep ruining my left arm?”

Whether I burst into rage or not.

The guy looked at me calmly without moving an inch.

If we continued to approach like this, it was predicted that we would once again create a wall of countless stabs.

He was a man who used a two-handed sword like a spear.

What he was holding was a sword, but what he was swinging was a spear.

… … You seem like a cautious stubborn person.

Why are you being so cautious when dealing with a guy who’s almost dying?

You have to let your guard down so that you can see the gaps.

He was the polar opposite of Victor, the manly man who had only exchanged attacks with me before.

It was a cautiousness that did not match his size.

On the outside, Victor seemed cautious and this guy seemed to be swinging his spear around recklessly.

That’s why they say that what you see isn’t everything.

Anyway, being a cautious guy gave me some advantages.

Although he could have rushed in and attacked me right away, he didn’t, but instead stayed where he was and watched me carefully.

It’s as if he’s on deep alert, as if he’s wondering if there’s some kind of trap.

I took advantage of the gap to examine my danjeon.

The internal energy that had filled the lake was now rippling and showing the bottom.

Could this make the moonlight shine once more?

Even if you do bloom, you are only given one chance.

As the battle became more protracted, I was at a disadvantage.

Because that grim reaper was energetic but I wasn’t.

I decided to use another ultimate skill that I had been saving up and never wanted to use.

Bloody world.

The bloody world is truly a last resort.

It was a technique so dangerous and had such serious side effects that even the Heavenly Horse was advised to refrain from it whenever possible.

Because if you move even slightly, there is a risk of being swallowed by the coin demon.

It’s like walking a tightrope, precariously on the border between being a horse and the opposite.

It was a season that was so unknown that we had figured out how to use it, but we still had not figured out its principles.

Even when fighting closely with the manly Victor, he did not use this.

Because if I had used it back then, I would have suffered side effects and collapsed by now.

If that’s the case, then what comes to me is certain defeat.

But… now I’m on the edge.

A cliff is waiting for me right behind me.

I can’t fall off the cliff again. Once is enough.

What can I do? I have to move forward somehow. As life always is.

I had to take down that grim reaper who was thrusting his sword-like spear towards the cliff at me.

“Phew… … .”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tightly.

I felt the internal energy in my danjeon boiling up.

The internal energy that had been swirling around my body became hot and ran wildly through my body.

Phew!

At the same time, I felt the wind surrounding me getting stronger.

The hem of my clothes fluttered as if they were going to tear. My hair flew wildly as if it was going to fly away, and at the same time, a happy sound came to my ears.

Kkiyaak! Kkuaaaak!

It was a howl of wind so strong that at first glance it could be mistaken for the scream of a ghost.

It was clear that I was standing on the edge of despair, but if I took just one step back, it would be a cliff.

I felt somehow happy and smiled faintly.

“Hehehe.”

My thoughts simply flowed.

What are you worrying about? If someone blocks your way, you just have to cut them off.

Why? Because there is nothing I cannot cut.

Who am I? I am the one and only disciple of the absolute being of another world, Cheonma.

Anything that Cheonma can do, I can do too.

Do you understand?

I, the second heaven.

This is the second generation Cheonma.

Flash.

I opened my eyes.

The world was dyed blood red.

I felt Van Dyke, who had been keeping his guard up and pointing his sword at me, flinch for a moment.

I smiled and looked around the blood-red world.

… … Wasn’t the world originally red?

I felt like I was the only normal person in the world, and they were the weird ones.

It’s not that I’m standing upside down. It’s just that I’m standing upright.

“Do you understand?”

fault!

I ran towards the reaper holding a spear, with the ghosts howling in my ears.

It doesn’t last long.

I quickly got inside his gap and stabbed him in the side.

Phew!

The surprise attack was successful, but the sword did not penetrate deep.

Because the bastard pulled away with incredible reaction speed and swung his log-like legs again.

This could be seen as an excellent countermeasure, considering that since the two-handed sword is long, I can quickly get into the gap and have no angle to swing at, which slows down my speed.

But I’m not one to suffer the same thing twice.

I looked at the bastard’s thigh being swung around fiercely.

The taller he was, the higher his hitting power was.

Even though I was just kicking the stop naturally, the point of impact was fixed on my shoulder.

I don’t think it’ll work out this time.

Instead, I stepped in the direction the kick was coming from and bent my waist backwards.

He lowered his posture in such a strange manner that he cut through the bastard’s thigh and passed over it.

Chomp!

Blood spurted out.

As soon as he dodged the kick, he straightened his bent waist and changed his grip on the sword.

At the same time, he injected the moonlight that had been heated into the sword.

The moment I confirmed the soft blood-colored moonlight quietly seeping into the sword, I was about to stab the bastard in the back with the shortest stroke.

The bastard’s wide back disappeared before my eyes.

Instead, a giant two-handed sword suddenly appeared before my eyes.

He spun around in the same direction he kicked to gain some distance, and then used that rotational force to swing his two-handed sword with both hands.

It was a smooth and natural connection of movements, like flowing water.

A giant two-handed sword suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Before I could even reach her, the wind pressure alone had my hair flying all over the place.

“……this.”

Kwaaang!

The world has been turned upside down.

I flew for a while and then hit the ground and rolled around.

“……ah.”

My ears felt stuffy for a while, and then I heard a ringing sound.

I had no feeling in my whole body.

The sword I was holding was, of course, broken in half, and my body was halfway hanging on the edge of the arena.

Even the manly Victor threw an axe at me after the collision to force me into this place.

He blew me here with just one swing of his sword.

… …was a monster.

The red moonlight that had been there for so long had disappeared without a trace.

It was natural that the sword I had poured all my remaining energy into broke.

The world that had been dyed blood red had now returned to its original state.

The bloody world will be forcibly closed.

Could this be the aftermath?

Suddenly, something hot welled up in me.

He turned his head and vomited blood outside the stadium.

“… … Lord Shua. Lord Banshua.”

Amidst the commotion, a voice was heard.

Instead of spitting up blood, I looked towards where the sound came from.

Aaron was looking at me with a stern face.

“Can you hear me?”

He nodded slowly.

“Do you surrender?”

He shook his head.

“… … Are you saying you will continue?”

Nod.

“but…….”

I waved my hand to ward off Aaron, who was about to say something, and then raised my body with my trembling right hand.

My left hand was in a state where I couldn’t move.

By then some of my senses had returned.

He screamed as if his whole body was broken.

Still, I gritted my teeth and got up on my trembling legs.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

Then I lifted the sword that was broken in half and aimed it at the black grim reaper that had come for me.

Aaron asked.

“Let me ask you one last time. Are you sure you want to continue?”

Nod.

“……then.”

Aaron shouted into the short pole.

I staggered towards the grim reaper who had come to find me, pointing my sword at him.

My vision kept shaking. Something came down from my forehead and covered one eye, but I had no time to look away.

As I returned to the center of the stadium, the dark grim reaper asked me.

“Can you fight?”

“……of course.”

My voice sounded like someone else’s.

He vomited a handful of blood without saying a word.

The grim reaper looked at me blankly and said.

“Surrender. I don’t want to kill you.”

I chuckled.

“That can’t be… true.”

He, who had been silently looking at me, said something unexpected.

“Wake up the monster.”

“……what?”

“I told you to wake up the monster sleeping inside you.”

I replied with a grin.

“He is not someone you can just call out to him.”

“Then die.”

I ran towards him, shouting something I didn’t understand.

“I am… immortal!”

A giant two-handed sword flew in.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I was lying on the floor.

I looked at the dark grim reaper approaching me step by step in the tilted world.

… … It’s vain.

After all that hard work to become so strong, is this where I’m finally going to give up?

The world is inherently cruel, so it wasn’t that strange.

The world flows regardless of my determination or will.

If I could change the world with will alone, I would have become the Eight Swordsman.

‘… … What the hell is this?’

My mind was becoming increasingly dizzy.

I reached out my trembling hand toward the thread of my mind that was about to snap.

‘No… … This… can’t end… … .’

The view went dark.

And then came the eerie silence.

“… … .”

In the middle of all the new cars, far away.

A red giant that looked like it was covered in blood was seen approaching.

I knew who he was the moment I saw him.

It was a demon in the mind.

He walked towards me with brisk strides… … .

He looked at me and smiled bitterly.

* * *

The stadium was as quiet as a mouse.

Everyone was watching the two men on the field.

A red-eyed demon fell, covered in blood, in front of a giant knight who was standing still.

-……ah.

A sigh was heard from somewhere.

It was the realization that the fierce match and decisive battle had finally come to an end.

In the midst of all the silence, the first prince raised his hand and shouted.

“All right! It’s over!”

At the same time, cheers of joy erupted from some parts of the audience.

“I won! I won!”

“Hahahaha! I knew it!”

But the stadium was still quiet.

Was it because I witnessed his fierce fight?

Because there were an overwhelming number of people who looked at the fallen enemy demon with pitiful eyes.

The Black Prince shut his eyes tightly, and the nobles on his side also bowed their heads.

Bok-sil looked at the stadium with deep eyes without saying a word, and Count Hermann, who had been watching the game next to her with a bandage wrapped around his shoulder, had a bitter expression on his face.

Shushuruta was watching from the waiting room with a tearful face, and Linda tried to run out of the waiting room but collapsed and started crying.

That moment when everyone fell into despair.

The final sentence was handed down by Van Dyke, who was looking down at the red-eyed demon from behind bars.

“… … It’s over.”

With those words, Van Dijk turned around as if there was nothing more to see.

At that time, I was walking a few steps like that.

The man who had been lying down stood up in a strange posture.

As if someone had pulled me up by a thread from above.