A Stuffed Cheonma in my Head - Chapter 234



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Episode 234. The Two-Faced Swordsman

Black Immortal Step.

A ritual that I came up with by chance while fighting the black magician and the demons he brought.

It is a season of the higher realm of the enlightenment method, so to speak, where one can walk on air.

They say great ideas come in moments of crisis.

It is a technique that I instinctively came up with to somehow escape the aftermath of the disaster I caused myself, the reverse light.

The process was quite natural.

The shortest and most efficient route to escape the aftermath of the reverse light was through the air, so I hastily summoned a night sky spear and used it as a stepping stone to escape there as quickly as possible.

However, it consumes a lot of stamina to summon the Night Sky Spear every time you use the Black Ship.

How can you use all that energy to defeat your enemies with each step you take?

It was not efficient.

It was a question of efficiency.

So, I’ve been thinking about ways to use Heukseonbo more efficiently and freely.

I constantly pondered, studied, and practiced.

As my level of lightness increased and my research and training in the Black Ship Treasure progressed, the size of the disc became smaller and the amount of wild air required for it decreased.

As the amount of Wild Thing required is reduced, the time it takes to immediately summon it is also reduced.

The black line has become smoother and faster.

I couldn’t count how many times I fell over and crashed to the ground during that process.

There have been countless attempts, and countless failures.

As a result, the skywalk was minimized to the extent that it could only be used to step on empty space. It was shaped like a small disc. It was barely big enough to step on the tip of one’s toes.

So, using only the bare minimum, we can now fly freely through the sky.

Unless you have a keen eye, you wouldn’t be able to see the small disc-shaped crater I’m stepping on.

It is formed in a very short moment, just before you step on it.

Even the moment I stepped on it, the cohesive wild grass scattered and spread like black fog… … .

To others, it would look like it was running across the sky, leaving behind a trail of dark black clouds.

The black fog will remain like a trace and dazzle the eyes of those who see it.

Black Ship Battle was once again an extremely difficult and tricky high-difficulty battle.

In the first place, the Yacheonchang was a mixture of the wind of the Pyohaengbi and the Yacheon of the Yacheonseongwolgong, and was extremely concentrated.

Because it was so light, it could be lifted into the air, but conversely, because it was so light, one could not stand on it.

All I can do is lightly kick the ground, as if I’m running on leaves floating on the water’s edge.

If you put on even a little more weight, it will scatter into a black fog as if you stepped on a cloud and fall sharply.

So, once you start, you can’t stop the black ship in the air.

Anyway, I believed in myself, who had been trained through countless practices and failures, and I was confident in my abilities, so without hesitation, I threw myself over the wall that was so high that I couldn’t see below.

WHEEWOOOOONG!

The snowstorm raged fiercely.

The wind is my friend, but the wind beyond the barrier is different from the northern wind I’ve become accustomed to.

It was very rough and vicious, as if it was tearing clothes.

It still took time to become familiar with the wind blowing through the snowy fields beyond the barrier.

It was difficult to keep my balance in the strong wind, but I took it as an ordeal and performed light exercises into the blizzard.

I walked into the white snowy landscape.

Perhaps because he was still lacking in training, he was slower than when he ran on the ground.

It’s still a long way to go.

You have to practice and repeat it thousands or tens of thousands of times to get used to it.

I have to make it truly mine.

Maybe then we can bring the battlefield into the sky.

This is what is called an air battle.

If you mix the Black Ship into battle, you’ll have much more freedom of movement.

This is why light air travel is not simply a technique for running quickly.

The moment you think like that.

WHEEWOOOOONG!

My foot was twisted by a sudden change in the wind and a strong blizzard that blew in.

“Huh!”

Black Ship Jumping is a very delicate and dangerous technique with a high level of difficulty, as even the slightest misstep can cause a person to fall.

It required tremendous concentration.

At the exact moment and point when you take a step, you have to create a small disc of wild grass, and your toes have to land exactly on it, while at the same time giving a light, rhythmic bounce.

The disc, made of wild grass, is extremely fragile because it is the result of a pursuit of extreme efficiency.

So much so that it would shatter with just the slightest impact.

Mistakes are not allowed because once you step on it, it all falls apart.

But, you made a mistake?

And that too from hundreds of meters above the ground?

“Heh heh.”

[That ugly guy.]

It is human nature to expect that if you make a mistake, you will have to pay the price.

As I lost my balance and fell, the pure white ground approached me at a frightening speed.

WHEEWOOOOONG!

But I didn’t panic, I let the wind take over for a moment, then I spun around to figure out its ever-changing flow.

Then, he created a black disc and a platform at an appropriate point.

This time it’s a bit thicker and bigger because it has to withstand the force of the fall.

In this way, organic manipulation of the foothold according to the situation was also part of the training.

fault!

I immediately kicked the platform again and continued on the black line.

Cheonma nagged.

[What can we do if we are swayed by these variables? We still have a long way to go.]

“But we overcame the crisis and got back on track.”

I heard the sound of Cheonma clicking his tongue.

[It seems like it’s still too early to mix it into battle. Keep up the good work.]

“Yes, Master.”

Instead of trying to resist the fierce wind beyond the barrier, I tried to adapt my body to the wind.

I ran through the snowstorm, remembering the beat and letting my body go with the flow of the wind.

I ran briskly through the white-tinted sky.

The world beyond the North Wall was a world of snowstorms and nameless mountain ranges vaguely revealing their shapes in the distance.

As we continued to move forward, the previously white land began to show a few trees here and there.

Soon a forest covered in white snow spread out before us.

Now I couldn’t look down with my eyes alone, so I slowly lowered my altitude.

The top of the tallest tree in the forest came down low enough to brush my feet, then focused its energy into my ears.

“Where could this guy be… … .”

There was someone looking for him.

What is there to hide? The two-faced swordsman was the main character.

I heard that the lunatic goes out beyond the north wall every day and beats the demons to death until he feels relieved.

As if taking out one’s anger.

What are you so angry about?

It was something I couldn’t understand, as I am always as calm as the surface of a calm lake.

[… … ?]

Anyway, this time he was going to be the target of my anger, so there was no need to understand.

How dare you tease me, calling me weak like a worm.

This time it’s my turn, that’s what I’m saying.

If you still haven’t calmed down, I’ll beat you like a dog.

This has been a medicine since ancient times.

The moment I searched for that bastard while making that repeated promise.

-Kuwoaa!

The roar of the devil could be heard from afar.

He immediately fired a new model in that direction.

After going a little further, we came across a place where the commotion of a battle was in full swing.

Fearing that we might be discovered, we climbed higher and watched the battle unfold in the unknown forest.

“Found it.”

A man was slaughtering demons.

He had slightly bluish black hair tied back roughly, and he was swinging his sword around aimlessly while surrounded by demons.

Even a sword strike that seemed to be roughly swung contained a terrifying aura.

It was a sharp sword strike.

Every time he swung his sword, bright red blood would spray across the pure white snow, and the body parts of the beast-like demons would fall off as if it were a lie.

-Kuwoahhh!

The demons let out cries that were either of pain or anger and charged forward more ferociously, but the man only returned them with even more ferocious sword strikes.

Choaack!

The head of the charging bull split diagonally, causing blood to splatter.

Cheonma, who had been watching, expressed his thoughts.

[What a beast of a guy.]

It was an appropriate one-liner.

The guy was a beast in and of himself.

A very wild and ferocious beast.

A beast was running wild, wielding a sword.

So, a fight between beasts and beasts was going on.

There were more than one or two demons surrounding him, and some of them would instinctively rush in to take advantage of his opening. Whenever that happened, he would summon blue ice with his left hand, which was not holding his sword, to keep them in check.

No, it wasn’t just a restraint, it was a spear the size of a person that was created in an instant and pierced in reverse.

Phew!

-Keeeek!

The demon with its pierced neck was in agony.

How can you perform magic so quickly without any special orders?

Even though I don’t know much about magic, I can tell that he is definitely a skilled person.

However, that does not mean that the sword he wielded was weak.

I am neither a wizard nor a swordsman.

But at the same time, his magic is superior to that of most wizards, and most swordsmen cannot block his sword.

A wizard and a swordsman at the same time.

He is a magic swordsman.

Originally, swordsmen were usually treated as worthless people who were neither here nor there.

They are completely ambiguous people who do not stand out in anything.

Swordsmanship is so-so. Magic is so-so.

I’d rather call in a great inspector and a great magician.

Both of them are not welcome as ambiguous swordsmen. They are treated as cold rice.

But this guy is different.

His magic far surpasses that of wizards who have trained in magic their entire lives, and his sword skills easily surpass those who have trained in magic their entire lives.

How is this possible?

The secret lies in the bastard’s two different personalities… … .

[How strange.]

“what?”

[Pouring out blue ice. Is that magic?]

“yes.”

[Every time I use magic, the atmosphere changes for a very brief moment. It’s like I’m a different person.]

As expected, every thousand.

You have a keen eye for detail.

You can tell his secret with just one look.

He has two personalities.

One is a beastly swordsman, the other is a cold-blooded ice wizard.

So, it doesn’t mean that they use swords and magic at the same time, but that they each hone their own strengths.

So, they can share their bodies without blocking each other’s path, and learn and use swords and magic at the same time.

I don’t know how that’s possible, but that’s how it is.

In this way, both swords and magic could reach their peak without being restricted by each other’s limitations.

Cheonma muttered as if he found it interesting.

[Wow. That’s amazing.]

There was even a time when I kidnapped the guy from the magic tower because I couldn’t overcome my curiosity due to his peculiar constitution…

[however?]

“Master, do you know that?”

[What are you talking about?]

“Originally, there was one more magic tower in Maya.”

Since then, the number of magic towers has decreased by one.

So that crazy guy broke the roof and escaped.

I watched the bastard fight from above for a while, keeping my presence as quiet as possible.

I wanted to cross my arms, make a big face, and look down at him arrogantly.

To do that, I lacked the training in lightness.

Although it was a bit out of place, it hovered quietly above and watched the fight.

Certainly, strong.

But what does that mean?

I am strong too.

I too have killed the A-class demon hydra and become the proud owner of the platinum shield.

‘There’s a guy who came back after getting beaten up by a thirteen-year-old kid?’

‘Hehehe! Hahaha!’

‘If I were you, I would have been so embarrassed that I would have died.’

‘Huh? You still won’t leave after hearing this? It’s poisonous, poisonous!’

The voice of the bastard who used to tease me so viciously and his vile laughter are still vivid in my ears.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

‘Kill me.’

I steeled my resolve, lit a bonfire in one hand, and covered my face with it.

Cheonma asked.

[Why are you covering your face?]

I answered in a calm voice.

“Master.”

[what.]

“Villains often wear masks. Do you know why?”

Cheonma answered in a nonchalant tone.

[Probably to hide his identity.]

“That’s right. But there’s another reason.”

[What is it?]

“When you hide behind a mask, bad things become natural. It feels like the mask is doing the bad things instead of you, so you don’t hesitate to act.”

Cheonma snorted.

[That’s a trivial reason. Are you saying you’re hiding behind a mask for such a trivial reason?]

“So what?”

I smiled, touching the dark night sky covering my face.

“I’m going to do bad things from now on.”

The moment when he took a breather after killing all the demons that had gathered around him.

That very moment when you feel safe, let your guard down, and let your guard down.

I fell like a star towards him, holding the Night Sword.

“This fucking dog!”

I struck down my sword with all the sorrow, anger, joy, revenge, exhilaration, relief, resentment, happiness, excitement, resentment, pain, cheerfulness, and hatred I had felt.

The bastard flinched in surprise and quickly raised his sword to block my strike.

Wow!!

The shock wave exploded out in a circular motion.