Absolute Regression - Chapter 368



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Absolute Return Episode 368

Episode 368: If you give, it will be nice, if you don’t, it will be painful.

Baek Ja-gang felt the fighting spirit of the king sweeping through his entire body.

This was the first thought that came to mind in this sharp attack that dug into the flesh and demanded that I run away immediately.

‘He’s a guy who’s fought properly!’

Baekjagang’s heart grew warm and he clenched his fists. The opponent was definitely someone who stimulated the primitive destructive desire of a warrior who wanted to wipe everything out.

The feelings that the king felt were similar yet different. The other person’s comfortable gaze and the single comment that the vacation was too fancy made the hairs on his body stand on end.

‘If you make one mistake, you die!’

This heart-pounding tension was the emotion that the King loved the most.

I thought of the Apostolic Leader lying dead.

Just thinking about that moment made my whole body tingle. It would be a joy I would never have again in my life. It would be a joy greater than all the victories I have fought and won so far combined.

‘I will definitely win.’

The hot speculation and enthusiasm created by the two people swept through the surroundings.

Feeling the energy rushing in, Hyuk Sa-gun belatedly got off the carriage. Things were going according to plan, but strangely, he had an ominous feeling.

It was possible that the Apostolic Lord’s reaction was calm. He was such an amazing person.

However, the reaction of the escort drones was concerning. Even though Hwang Seok-gyeong had blocked their way, they were calmly staring at the king as if they had anticipated this moment.

Hyuk Sa-gun pretended not to know and spoke to the king.

“Instructor Hwang, isn’t the leader asking? Why do you dare to block the leader’s path?”

My lord, the day has finally come. May you accomplish your great undertaking!

After a while, the king calmed down and opened his mouth.

“You said the vacation was glamorous? That’s okay. After this vacation, I’ll return to the most glamorous position in the Apostolic Alliance.”

When the opponent clearly showed his intention to kill him, Baek Ja-gang smiled instead.

“My place may not be as fancy as you think.”

“I will experience that emptiness myself.”

The king lightly struck his left palm with his right fist.

Pfft!

The hidden masters began to reveal themselves at the signal of a loud cracking sound that seemed like it would burst their eardrums.

The first to appear was a middle-aged swordsman carrying a sword curved like a crescent moon.

Shinwoldo (New Moon Sword).

He was one of the Seven Great Masters of the Apostles. It was the moment when another of the Seven Great Masters of the Apostles appeared as an enemy, following Gwangseom, who had previously tried to kill Bisain.

“It’s been a while, my lord.”

Shinwoldo greeted Baekjagang politely.

“How have you been?”

“Thanks to you leading the Sado Murim well, I have been doing well.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“I apologize in advance for things turning out this way.”

“Okay, that could be possible.”

Baek Ja-gang did not ask why he had joined the King. He must have been given conditions that would make him move. Baek Ja-gang thought it was natural to move according to profit.

The second person to appear was an old man with wrinkles all over his face. He looked like he was over a hundred years old, but he wasn’t really that old.

Blue killer ghost.

He was a legendary figure who was publicly criticized by all of the Jeongsama, and he did not belong to any of the Jeongsama factions. He was such a notorious villain that he showed up alive today.

The appearance of Cheongsalgwi was more surprising than the appearance of Shinwoldo. Since his internal energy was much more profound than that of the masters of the time, he was also a more difficult character to deal with.

“I remember seeing it when you were little. Do you remember?”

Cheongsalgui asked Baekjagang as if he knew everything.

Baekjagang shook his head.

“Well, that was when you were this much.”

He lowered his palm and seemed to be measuring the child’s height near his waist, but then his palm suddenly snapped open, releasing tension.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Kwaaaaang!

The person who blocked the tension that flew in with blue energy was the escort leader, In-gung.

He was pushed back by the internal energy, and the other guards supported his back and supported his internal energy. Only when the two people behind him joined forces did he stop being pushed back.

The blue-eyed man smiled, revealing his few remaining teeth.

“Oops, my hand slipped.”

The archers and guards quietly stepped aside.

Baek Ja-gang, standing behind him, watched the newcomer appear without saying anything.

This time, a hunched, ugly old man walked out slowly.

A poisonous hegemon.

He was once a poisoner who was famous for his poison. He was a public figure who disappeared because he used a mass slaughter poison that was banned in the martial arts world, but he showed up here today. The person who made the poison that was used on the military commander was this poisoner.

The expression on the face of the escort leader, In-gung, hardened at the appearance of the dictator. The dictator was a more threatening figure than any of the enemies that had appeared before.

“Poison!”

At the order of the archer, the guards all took out poisoned liquor from their bosoms and drank it.

The loser laughed mockingly.

“How long can you last on that worthless poison you use?”

Even the poisonous liquor had its limits in preventing toxicity.

If a dictator were to launch a surprise attack when a melee broke out, not only would their own safety be put at risk, but so would the leader.

The King of Fighters, the Shinwoldo, the Cheongsalgwigeom, and the Dokpaeja.

But they weren’t the only ones prepared.

About fifty warriors appeared from all directions. Surrounding them with glaring eyes, they were warriors who later followed the King and were called the Fighting Wolves.

They too were extremely aggressive and were masters who were crazy about fighting and were not afraid to die. If the masters who appeared before were tigers, they were hunting dogs.

Looking at them, Hyuk Sa-gun smiled without realizing it. They had been preparing for this day for a long time. Of course, they would have prepared more if it had been the original, but this was enough.

‘No matter how great the leader is, he cannot endure it.’

Bang! Bang!

After clashing his fists and palms again to clear the air, the King of Fighters gave an order to everyone.

“Kill all the escorts and join the fight.”

Even the Turangs all drew their weapons at the same time and breathed murderous intent.

The King of Fighters was not ashamed of joining forces. If he had been ashamed of that, there would have been no one here who would have lost.

Baekjagang was able to understand the reason why Geommugeuk had requested yesterday.

The request was to not focus on winning a fair fight, as the opponent will try to kill you by any means necessary.

The guards who had been holding the poisoned wine drew their swords and blocked the left, right, and rear of Baekjagang, excluding the front.

In a tense situation where the enemies were increasingly pressuring them, someone shouted from afar.

“Just wait a minute!”

A shout from afar reached there clearly.

“Tall man, sixth from the left! Put down your weapon and wait a moment!”

The sixth turn from the left was really taking out his magic wand because his eyes were so good. He was also tall.

Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from and saw a carriage in the distance running towards them.

Hyuk Sa-gun’s expression darkened. He realized who the owner of that pitiful voice was.

‘Little leader!’

Indeed, the person driving the carriage on the horse-drawn carriage was Geommugeuk.

The king raised his hand to stop the warriors from rushing forward. It was an order to just wait and see.

The carriage that had come running stopped in front of the Baekja River.

“Thank goodness you haven’t started yet.”

Shinwoldo, Cheongsalgwigeom, and Dokpaeja looked at the King with a puzzled expression. To the silent question of what was happening, the King spoke to them.

“The author is the leader of the Demonic Cult.”

The three nodded and looked at each other with renewed interest, as if they had already heard that Geommu-geuk had intervened in this matter.

“You’re younger than I thought.”

The swordsman recognized them. He was not someone who knew who the hunched back, ugly poison man, or the master wielding the curved sword was.

“They are scarier than I thought.”

They were all impressed by the attitude of the sword dance, which was not only rude but also too leisurely and looked like a joke. Of course, they did not know that the joke had not even started yet.

The carriage door opened and Visain got out first.

Then, Geommugeuk introduced him loudly, as if he were introducing a martial artist to a martial arts competition.

“You are the successor of the Apostle Alliance who survived a near-death experience and returned alive as if you were immortal! You may be ashamed of me, but you are certainly my friend!”

This level of prank was now a non-signaled joke

Visain immediately greeted Baek Ja-gang in a trembling voice.

“It’s been a while, Master.”

The master’s gaze upon his disciple was extremely gentle.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Thank you for worrying about me. I’m okay.”

Looking at the situation that unfolded, it was a visa that made me think it was really good to come.

Next, a monster got out of the carriage.

“You are the evil master of the Seven Great Masters of the Apostles, who recently experienced the bitterness of life due to the betrayal of a friend!”

How can you say something like that in this situation? Oh, this guy is really crazy! The evil spirit also pretended not to hear and politely greeted Baek Ja-gang.

“How have you been?”

“It’s been a while.”

“The little lord has great affection for the lord.”

It was a statement that implied that this place was for the sake of the minor lord. Bisain was grateful to the evil spirit who said this for him.

Visain thought about how the Black Swordsman treated him. If he could do even half that, he would be able to have a good relationship with the evil spirit.

The next person the evil eye turned to was Shinwoldo.

“Why you?”

The evil spirit could not understand. Of the seven great masters of the Apostles, the one who was least interested in the affairs of the martial arts world was Shinwoldo. That was why he showed up here.

“It just so happened.”

“I never thought the day would come when I would have to fight you.”

“An apostle may be an apostle.”

“That’s right. Since it has come to this, let’s fight well without regrets.”

“Let’s do that.”

The person who was most surprised and embarrassed by the appearance of the three people was Hyuk Sa-gun.

The original plan was to naturally fall back and retreat once the joint attack began.

The escorts will be busy protecting their leader and will not have time to worry about themselves.

But with their appearance, there was a problem with the plan. I had to either retreat or go behind Hwang Seok-gyeong.

Will that sword dance really send me?

On the other hand, the King of Fighters was not shaken at all even when variables arose. He even destroyed all variables, because that was his mind.

“Kill them all!”

Then others appeared.

“Stop!”

The thirteen masters who descended there with splendid lightness were none other than the Sadoshipsamrang.

Ilrang shouted at the Turangs.

“Your opponent is this side.”

Visain met their gazes. The gazes of the thirteen apostles looking at him were filled with heat.

Hello, my lord!

Visain’s eyes also became hot. Yes, if we overcome this crisis! He was really confident that he could do well in the future. Yes, I will win! I will definitely win!

The reinforcements weren’t just them.

The cold words were heard again.

“Who has framed me?”

The man with the cold-blooded aura that made it seem like not a single drop of blood would come out even if you stabbed him was none other than the leader of the Extreme Military Group, Buncheon.

Behind the banner, the elite warriors of the Apostolic Alliance’s elite extreme cavalry unit appeared all at once.

“How dare you try to kill our leader! Not a single one of you will survive!”

The Tourangs turned around and confronted the Sado 13th Rangers and the Extreme Brigade. Bancheon repeated what Tourang had said earlier.

“I will defeat all these people and help the leader!”

At the loud shout, the elite of the Extreme Corps simultaneously drew their swords. As the situation became like this, the spirit and morale of the Apostolic Lords were further heightened.

Just then I saw the sword dance.

The loser is trying to sneak his hand into the pocket on his waist.

Geommu-geuk had a gut feeling. He was going to spread a mass-killing poison to wipe out all the Extreme Troops’ unmanned units.

Since I’ve been with the Poison King for a long time, I know the psychology and movements of those who use poison better than anyone else. That’s why I’ve been keeping an eye on the most dangerous beings here, the Poisoners.

It is impossible for all of the many unmanned soldiers of the Extreme Corps to have high-level poison liquor. The mid-level poison liquor they have will not be able to stop the poison of the poisonous one.

“Wait a minute, you loser!”

The swordsman quickly shouted.

“Before we fight, let me ask you one thing.”

The loser’s hand, which was reaching for his pocket, stopped for a moment.

“Did our elders poison the general? It was a high-level poison that even escaped the eyes of the Apostolic Faith.”

“Yes, it’s poison made by the old man.”

“Is there a cure? Our school’s poison king said that the true essence of poison is not in poisoning, but in detoxification.”

When I said it like that, it seemed like there were some cancellations that didn’t happen.

The loner took a small pouch out of his bosom. Fortunately, he had a cure.

“Here it is.”

“Please give it to me.”

“Why should I give it to you?”

“If you give it to me now, I will die a peaceful death, but if you don’t give it to me now, I will die a painful death.”

He made a mockery of the loser, saying that he was ridiculous.

“Yes, I heard the rumor. That crazy little cult leader is causing a stir in the Central Plains.”

The Dokpaeja glanced at the King of Fighters. His eyes were asking if he could kill the leader of the Demonic Cult here and now. The King of Fighters nodded slightly. After all, the leader of the Demonic Cult had to be dealt with as having planned a double defeat while fighting the Apostolic Cult. If he were to deal with it as having had the help of the King of Fighters, everyone would believe him.

The loser held out his pocket.

“If you are confident that you can take it, come and get it yourself.”

At the provocation of the dictator, Geommu-geuk walked towards him.

Knowing very well what kind of toxic person the dictator was, the escort leader In-gung looked back at Baekja-gang with an expression that said he should stop him even now.

Baekjagang was silently looking at Geommu-geuk. He could guess why Geommu-geuk was fighting the Dokpaeja. To get the cure? It seemed so, but it wasn’t.

Because the dictator was the most dangerous one. In order to return safely, the dictator was the one who had to be killed first. He thought that if he was going to kill himself, he had to kill the dictator first.

Baek Ja-gang recalled what Geommu-geuk had said yesterday.

―I think honor lies in the result of killing those who must be killed.

Can you really kill someone you need to kill and return safely?

Others also watched the scene with tense eyes.

From the non-sain who knows the sword dance well, to the evil spirits, the sadosipsamrang, and the in-gung. Although their experiences were different, they were all people who had experienced the amazing appearance of the sword dance. Will that surprise and specialness work on the dork as well?

Geommugeuk walked fearlessly up to the strongman.

The loners considered this courage to be an abuse of power.

‘You believe I can’t kill him since he’s the leader of the Demonic Cult, right?’

Otherwise, no one in the world of martial arts would be able to confidently approach him, a loser. No one would be able to look at him with such relaxed eyes.

‘You foolish rascal, your pride alone will lead you to hell.’

Just as Geommugeuk was about to accept the bag in his hand.

Phew!

Smoke erupted around the two people.

“no!”

The visa holder shouted.

I ran over to save him, but the area around the sword dance was already filled with poisonous smoke. I never thought I would be so helpless. What could you have done? I thought you could kill me before I could explode. Because it was the sword dance.

It was just then.

Pok! Pok!

In the midst of the poisonous smoke, sword lights flashed and the sound of flesh being torn was heard repeatedly.

Wheeeeeeing.

A whirlwind blew around the two, drawing in the poisons that were around them.

Hurrrrrurr

The fire started from the smoke and started to burn.

Flames swirled around the two of them. Everyone watched this amazing sight with astonishment.

In that way, the poison was completely burned up and rose into the sky with the wind and disappeared.

There still stood the swordsman and the dictator.

The loser still had his pouch of remedies out in front of him.

As Geommu-geuk picked up his bag, the Dokpaeja was about to say something. At that very moment!

Phew!

The villain fell backwards, blood spurting from his neck and heart.

Everyone there looked at the sword dance with shocked faces. Was this a noble technique of gathering poison and burning it with a hot sun? No, how could they have endured the poison of the poisonous one before?

Geommu-geuk took out two poisonous drinks that were bulging in his mouth like a toad. He didn’t need the poisonous drinks, but he kept them in his mouth because he didn’t want to show off his invincibility in front of everyone.

“Can we ignore the ultimate poisonous drink used by the leader of the Cheonmasingyo cult? I gave you the cure and killed you gently as promised.”

Baekjagang and Tuwang were half in doubt. In the previous situation, they thought that the poisoner had definitely used a poison that even the best poison liquor could not handle. In fact, the poisoner had used a poison that no poison liquor could handle, but they could not have known that fact.

In any case, the Apostolic Lord’s men knew only one thing: that the Sword Dance had saved their lives before the terrible poison was poured out.

The sword master spoke to them as he put the medicine for the general army into his bosom.

“Okay, now let’s take out the poison you’re holding and fight comfortably.”