Absolute Regression - Chapter 371



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Absolute Return Episode 371

Episode 371 Fight Cool.

Baekjagang was truly moved.

Now, there were three people standing in the place where Byeoncheon had to fight alone. They could attack together without damaging Byeoncheon’s honor and pride in front of his subordinates.

Who could achieve such results against that blue devil?

I had secretly laughed at the words that I had been deceived by the leader of the Demonic Cult. Now I think I have to admit it. How could I not be deceived by someone like this?

And most of all, he was grateful that he had given him the opportunity to raise his hand for his disciple. When he raised his hand, how moved Bisin was was clearly shown on his rough face. He felt so sorry that he had doubted such a disciple even for a moment.

So I won’t believe the sword dance. I won’t believe it even more because I know that he is a person who deceives himself. After ninety-nine truths, a single lie can ruin the Apostolic Alliance. But I still have to express my gratitude.

Baekjagang nodded slightly toward Geommugeuk.

It was not a greeting to the leader of the Demonic Cult. Regardless of age or status, it was a greeting from a warrior named Baek Ja-gang to a warrior named Geommu-geuk. Thank you for protecting our honor and faith in our disciples.

Geommugeuk also bowed his head to him politely, without any playfulness in his expression.

Cheongsalgwi, who saw that sight, could definitely feel it. That Geommu-geuk had planned this situation from the beginning. He knew that he had scratched him intentionally, but he had never thought that he had done it at the request of the leader from the beginning.

I wanted to spit out a torrent of curses at Geommugeuk, starting with “You’re playing with your dirty tongue,” but it was obvious that I would end up spitting while lying down.

A spark flew at the three people standing in front.

“Did you think that the outcome would be different if the three of you got together? You would just die nobly, but you would die entangled and ugly.”

Cheongsalgui thought that the result would not change anyway.

Today’s fight is a fight that will end only when one side dies. It’s just a matter of order and a difference in process.

“Who should I kill first?”

Meanwhile, the three were secretly exchanging messages. Bisain was the center and gave instructions to the two.

―I will take the lead in the middle, and you two should support each other on both sides. We should not be more than two steps away from each other. In the early fight, he will definitely try to play us, so we should not miss that opportunity.

Visain was determined to kill Cheongsalgwi.

I didn’t show my face to the two people, but honestly, I was scared and nervous. The opponent was a master stronger than me. And on top of that, the leader of the Apostolic Alliance and the Apostolic Alliance warriors were watching me.

He had been in many real-life situations, but he had never been so nervous as he was today. This was the reason why he was so nervous.

‘If I do something wrong, Illang and Bun Danju will die.’

Just as these worries were making him stiff, the sound of the sword dance came flying in.

-Don’t worry about those two.

The visa versa almost screamed, ‘It’s inside me!’

―If you fight a defensive battle, you will lose. Fight as if you were fighting one-on-one, whether they die or not. That is the only way to win.

―!

Instinctively, I felt that what Geommu-geuk said was right. I had to trust those two. If I tried to protect them in a clumsy way, all three of them would die.

-Fight coolly.

The advice from the swordplay added at the end was truly unexpected.

It was neither advice to fight desperately nor advice to fight cautiously.

beautifully.

I know full well that this is not meant to be a simple show-off. Rather, I feel like this incongruous word is a signpost for how to fight.

‘Yeah, cool.’

As Visain drew his sword, Buncheon and Ilrang also drew their swords.

The Apostles’ Thirteen Wings and the unmanned troops of the Extreme Brigade cheered them on in unison.

The other Turangs also shouted in unison, not to be outdone.

The one who took the lead with a shout was Bisain.

He displayed his own martial art, the Chuhon Sword, which was a great achievement, rather than the martial art of the Apostolic Alliance, which he had only mastered the first method.

As the first sword of the Chuhonsa Sword, Jeolhon, was unleashed, pure white sword energy surged out from Bisain’s sword like waves.

The blue-sal-gwi did not dodge, but instead fired off its tensile strength to counter the flying sword energy.

bang!

The earth shook with a loud noise. As if showing off his internal energy, Cheongsalgwi blocked the attack without taking a single step back from his spot.

At the same time, Buncheon and Ilrang swung their swords from the left and right.

This time, Cheongsalgui repelled their attacks by swinging his sword left and right from his original position.

There was a series of loud noises and a cloud of dust.

I thought he would show off his strength by mocking his opponent, but the new form of the Cheongsalgwi disappeared in an instant with a cloud of dust.

Oh my god!

Before he knew it, Cheongsalgui was striking down Bisain from behind.

Visain twisted his body and barely avoided the blow, but he couldn’t avoid the blow that followed. It was fast. It was fast, but it was too fast. Just then, Visain raised his self-defense energy and braced for the impact!

Suddenly, a rush of Ilrang swung his sword at him.

Ilrang’s swordsmanship is called Cheon Yang Chil Soo (Heavenly Yang Seven Hands).

The fastest of the seven methods, the Jesa-su Kwaiyang method, was demonstrated.

Since he was prepared to sacrifice his body if Visain was in danger, Illang’s attack was desperate.

Cheongsalgui gave up on his visa and avoided Illang’s attacks. Since it was a favorable fight anyway, there was no need to attack recklessly while getting injured.

This time, Buncheon’s attack flew at him as he dodged.

The sword of the Heavenly Sword, which was pouring down, was fast. His martial art was the Gyeonghon Sword Technique, a sword technique based on speed and extreme sound.

Shhh shhh shhh shhh!

There was always a blue scorpion at the tip of the sword, but unfortunately the sword could not pierce his body.

The blue-sal-gwi was so fast that it was hard to understand how he could move so quickly with such an old body. His movements were also the answer to how he had survived until now.

As the Chuhonsa Sword Jaygeom Jinhon unfolded, five lines of sword energy flew out as if alive and attacked Cheongsalgwi.

The blue-skinned demon flew into the air to dodge, and the black energy changed direction and chased after him. It was like dragons chasing the Yeouiju, but unfortunately, he was not able to obtain the Yeouiju in this ascension.

The blue demon, who had turned in the air to avoid the black energy, shot down quickly like a ray of light.

This time, the person he was targeting was Illang.

The blue hawk flew downwards, continuously releasing tension.

Bam! Bam!

The space where Ilrang had been standing burst open and the ground was turned upside down.

Il-lang barely managed to avoid the attack by flying his body, and the dust that had risen in front of him parted and the Cheongsal-gwi rushed in.

A palm that flies with a pure white light!

It was a white bone transparent heart palm filled with extreme negative energy.

An attack that causes major injury if hit.

‘It’s late.’

If he got hurt, he would be a burden in the fight, so Ilrang swung his sword with the same mind as Donggwijin. He wanted to take at least one arm in exchange for giving up his life.

‘I’m sorry, Your Majesty! This is all for me.’

At that moment, Baekgoltusimjang changed direction.

The moment he disappears.

Kwakwakwakwakwak!

A dark energy swept through the place where the blue demon had been.

The third sword of the Chuhonsa Sword was the Iron Horn.

Cheongsalgui could have killed Illang, but he would have been badly injured if he did, so he twisted his body to avoid the attack. This time, it was Bisain who saved Illang.

Ilrang didn’t even have time to say thank you.

This time, the Cheongsalgui was attacking Buncheon.

Kwaaang!

The pushed back Byeoncheon was pushed back. Illang flew in and caught him, pushing his inner strength into him. Only then did the two people who were being pushed back stop.

The Visan was pouring attacks on the Cheongsalgwi, preventing it from making any further attacks.

The other two also joined the attack. They didn’t think about what would happen next. It was arrogant to fight the Blue Scorpion while saving their internal energy. They had to pour everything out and decide the outcome before their internal energy was exhausted.

Clearly, the Blue Whale was stronger than them. Every gesture he made was a series of fatal blows that would definitely lead to death.

In that dangerous situation, Visain rather harbored hope.

‘It’s worth doing!’

It worked out better than I had feared.

It fits better because it doesn’t match.

If they had tried to work together from the beginning, it would have been a much more difficult fight. They would have been reluctant to interfere in case they interfered with their own team’s efforts. In the end, they might have ended up fighting one by one instead of attacking together.

But now it’s different.

Visain was fighting with the mindset of fighting one-on-one, and he didn’t care if his sword energy hurt Ilrang and Buncheon.

The attack that saved Ilrang a little while ago was also following the advice of Geommugeuk.

It was an attack to save Ilrang, but I didn’t think of it that way. It wasn’t an attack to save her, it was an attack to kill Cheongsalgwi. The result was the same, but Bisain was clearly fighting a different battle.

And all of this was possible because Ilrang and Buncheon fought much better than expected. In the end, Geommu-geuk’s words were right. Trusting the two and focusing only on this fight is the best.

Suddenly, the composure disappeared from Cheongsalgui’s face.

The fight was not as easy as he thought. He overlooked one fact: all three were fighting for their lives.

Byeoncheon for the honor of the leader of the Extreme Byeongdan, Ilrang for the protection of Bisain, and Bisain for the leader and the Apostolic Alliance.

When the fight didn’t go well, Cheongsalgui took his anger out on the wrong people.

The tension that seemed like it would fly towards the visa sign flew towards the drones of the extreme corps that were watching the fight.

It was a planned attack, too fast and too powerful for them to dodge. Their deaths would break the concentration of the Visain, and more than anything, it seemed like it would relieve their frustration.

Those standing in front shouted with tension.

“damage!”

If I can’t avoid it anyway, I’m determined to exert as much force as possible to save my colleagues behind me.

Kwaaaaang!

There was a loud explosion and a cloud of dust rose.

The Extreme Troops standing in front looked at each other. They should have been swept away by the tension, but they were safe.

The person who resolved the attack was Baek Ja-gang.

His gaze, still focused on the king, reached out his hand into the air.

Baekjagang slowly withdrew his hand.

All the Extreme Troops bowed their heads respectfully. If it weren’t for their leader, they would all have died.

The King could have taken advantage of this opportunity to attack, but at that moment, Geommugeuk aroused his spirit and gave a warning.

If you go, I go too.

The king did not move.

I was certain that if I couldn’t get rid of the Sword Dance today, even if I ascended to the position of the Apostle Leader, it would be a big problem. If the Sword Dance came back properly prepared, would I be able to stop it?

The attack by the Cheongsalgwi just now became the signal. The drones of the Extreme Troops rushed at the Turangs.

“Kill him!”

The two drones rushed towards each other. They were already watching the fight and were at their peak of excitement. The Sado 13th Rang also joined the fight.

Baekjagang and Tuwang did not stop their fight. They had to fight anyway.

Since even the 13th Apostolic Corps was involved, the Apostolic Alliance had the advantage in terms of numbers and strength.

However, the king of the fight just watched. Of course, the moment he intervened, the Apostle Lord and the Sword Master would jump in, and a melee would unfold. It was not an easy situation to jump in even if you wanted to.

Meanwhile, the fight between the Visains was reaching its peak.

Oh my god!

The fingers of the blue scorpion digging towards the visa sign bent.

He was going to use his unique martial art, Bloody Yin Iron Claw Hand, along with the White Bone Fighting Heart. He had almost died from that attack twice before.

A powerful blood-yin iron spear that would shatter flesh and bones with a single touch flew in to rip Bisain’s chest off.

At this moment, Visain made a risky choice.

The fingers of the blue-haired man scratched the chest of the man who had not been able to avoid it.

Kkwat-ttut-duduk!

At that very moment his heart was torn apart!

‘Okay!’

The balance of the fight was broken. At that moment, Cheongsalgui turned towards Buncheon with a smile of repentance!

The sword of the Bisain, who should have died with his heart torn and torn, flashed.

Shhhhhh!

The Chuhonsa Sword and Sacrificial Sword, Gwanghon, were unleashed at such a close range.

Phew!

At that moment, Cheongsalgwi, who had failed to dodge the attack and was struck, staggered with blood gushing from his shoulder.

From the left, the final cut of the Gyeonghon Sword Technique, the Changse Gyeonghon (創世驚魂), flew in, and from the right, the final cut of the Cheonyang Chilsu, the Daeyang Style (大陽式), flew in.

Phew!

Although the creation ceremony was avoided, the ocean ceremony was not avoided.

That moment of staggering again.

Phew!

The sword of the Visain pierced his chest.

Cheongsalgwi, who was stuck in the sword and spitting out blood, looked at Bisain with an expression of disbelief.

“… … You were definitely hit by the Bloody Iron Throne?”

At that moment, the eyes of the blue-skinned demon caught sight of Bisain’s chest. Two of his protective armors had been ripped off. He was able to tear off the protective armors that he was wearing, but they did not penetrate Bisain’s body. The adventure that risked his life had paid off.

Visain looked at him intently and spoke softly.

“Even up close, I look more handsome.”

“……shit!”

Phew! Phew!

Then, Ilrang and Buncheon’s swords flew in and pierced his neck and heart.

The blue croaker collapsed and died.

All three people simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief.

Even though they had worked together for the first time, they succeeded in killing the Blue Whale with their combined attack. They looked at each other and exchanged passionate glances. What more could they say? They were comrades who had gone through life and death together.

Visain turned his head and looked at the Apostolic Lord first.

Baekjagang smiled brightly. It was the first time that his master had smiled so brightly at him. He had a feeling that his relationship with his master would start anew from now on.

This time, Visain’s gaze turned towards Geommu-geuk.

The reason I was able to win this fight was because of the transmission that Geommu-geuk sent before the fight. I was able to win because I fought with all my might, not defensively. I won because I thought of it as a one-on-one fight, not a combined attack.

‘My life debt keeps piling up, and that person is looking at me with such a bright smile.’

And then a single word of sword dance came flying in.

-Your fight was great.

As if in response to that sound, all of the Apostles Thirteen Wings and the warriors of the Extreme Brigade shouted in unison.

Their fight was already over. Since the fight involved the thirteen apostles, there was no change in the outcome. All the thirteen apostles were killed, while the damage to the apostles was not great.

Now only the King of Tou and the Vice-Admiral Hyuk Sa-gun were left. Hyuk Sa-gun stood frozen in silence, and the King of Tou was calm.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on the king.

The swordsman spoke to him calmly.

“From the beginning, you thought it wouldn’t matter if they all died.”

Because he was so indifferent to the death of his own kind.

And he was sure that there would be another number left. He had faith in his own abilities, because his opponent was the Apostolic Lord.

“You, what the hell are you hiding?”

When the king did not answer, Baek Ja-gang finally stepped forward.

He walked forward slowly, his presence overwhelming everyone there.

Baekjagang slowly drew his sword. An aura even colder than the blade began to flow from his small eyes.

“Let me hear the answer through my sword.”