Absolute Regression - Chapter 373



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Absolute Return Episode 373

Episode 373 Hot, Cold, and Lonely.

The Immortal Armor has kept its name by not being cut until now.

But can we be sure that it won’t be cut by the sword of the Apostolic Lord?

The king tried to erase the doubts that had briefly crossed his mind.

“How can immortality be otherwise immortal?”

Then Baekjagang asked back.

“Do you believe that there is immortality in this world? There must be only the human heart that wishes to be immortal.”

Love, dreams, hope.

Baek Ja-gang never believed in such things. He was a thorough realist.

“Why do you, who are so cold-hearted, believe in the cult leader?”

Baek Ja-gang could tell. That the King of Fighters was somehow trying to plant doubts in his mind and shake his heart. In the fight between him and the King of Fighters, he couldn’t lose even a single bit of concentration.

“I don’t believe in the cult leader. It’s my disciples who believe in the cult leader.”

“Your disciple is being deceived by the leader of the Demonic Cult.”

The king’s gaze turned to Geommu-geuk. Like the others, he appeared black and white, but his two eyes were red. With his black and white body and red eyes, Geommu-geuk looked like an evil spirit.

“Look into the eyes of that young cult leader. Do you see the ambition and desire in those eyes?”

If it had been something else, he would have ignored it, but since he had mentioned the sword dance, Baek Ja-gang answered the king’s question.

“I see the burning heat in your eyes. I only feel the cold of the frozen snowfield.”

The King of Fighters was looking at the heat, and the Apostle Lord was looking at the cold.

The sword dance was teasing them.

“You see, my left eye is hot and my right eye is cold.”

Then he looked at the non-signer standing next to him and smiled. This composure in the midst of tension was possible because of his absolute trust in the Apostolic Lord.

Bisain honestly didn’t feel any heat or cold from Geommugeuk. All he felt was that playful look in his eyes, wondering how he could say something nonsensical.

But if you look at those playful eyes, you can read one emotion.

The swordsman asked the non-singer.

“Do you see anything with your eyes?”

Visain nodded and answered honestly. It was something he would not have been able to say if it weren’t for this opportunity.

“You look lonely.”

At first I didn’t feel it, but now I feel it. Geommugeuk is a lonely person. That’s probably because he himself knows very well what loneliness is like.

“After all, friends are the best. How lonely must the leader of the Demonic Cult be for him to come to the leader of the Apostolic Cult and ask to be his friend?”

“I hope your loneliness doesn’t lead to a strange ending.”

“Our ending is to laugh and play until we grow old and die.”

The king intervened in the conversation between the two men and spoke coldly.

“Whether it is hot or cold, I see greed in your eyes. Can you be sure that your greed is less than mine?”

“At least I’m not as greedy as you are, trying to steal what belongs to others. Let’s just say I have some personal business to attend to.”

But I won’t let that business consume my life. I live hot and cold not only to kill fire weapons.

For my life.

Because I want to live with people I like.

When this fight is over, the King of Fighters will forget everything and go back to meet his people. He will not be anxious and worried about what will come next or who will show up.

Someday, after I kill the Hwamugi, I will continue to live the life of a small cult leader and ascend to the position of Cheonma. I don’t know what will happen during that process, and I don’t know what kind of life awaits me after I become Cheonma.

But one thing is certain. A life of pouring everything out on one villain is enough once before regressing.

After eating with the Amazons, he said he would go out for a bit and then he would go kill the fire weapon and come back. While hunting with his father, he would go kill the tiger instead.

If someone asks where I’ve been, I should smile and say that I just went out to run errands.

That’s what I want my life to be like in this life. I will work hard enough to die to make that happen.

The people here never knew the heart of this sword dance. It was only conveyed as a feeling of hot, cold, and loneliness.

“What if that personal matter is to seduce your disciple?”

Until the very end, the king tried to provoke Baek Ja-gang.

At that very moment, Baekjagang glanced at Bisain.

Oh my god!

A sudden surge of tension flew from the palm of the King’s hand.

However, Baek Ja-gang twisted his body to avoid the attack that flew towards him. Even though the tension passed in front of his face, Baek Ja-gang did not even blink.

Baekjagang said in a calm tone.

“The only thing that is certain in this place is your greed beneath that veil.”

Baekjagang aimed his sword, with its flowing black water, at the King of Fighters.

“You don’t have to show me. I’ll tear open that robe myself and see what’s inside.”

The moment he finished speaking, a blue sword sprayed into the air and flew towards the king.

A red energy appeared on both of the King’s fists as he countered. A tremendous amount of energy was also released from the King’s fists.

The two different colors mixed together with the sound of the river and the river colliding. The red and blue rivers that spread brilliantly in the air felt like art created by the tip of a painter’s brush.

Phaaaang!

Dozens of blue halos sprang out from the initial collision. They did not break apart and scatter. They all changed direction and flew towards the King.

Since it was an unexpected attack, the king had no time to dodge. He raised his self-defense skills to the limit.

‘I can endure it because I have immortality!’

The blue energy that had been flying apart into dozens of strands merged into one in front of the King, creating a new shape. The blue energy that had been created was a wolf.

In that moment, Geommu-geuk could tell that the wolf’s form was exactly the same as the wolf from the Apostolic Alliance’s Battle of the Leaders. It was Cheongrang, the lone wolf that protected the Apostles.

The Blue Wolf Ceremony of the King of Heaven Swords.

With an ear-piercing howl, a giant wolf swallowed the king whole.

At that moment when the strong energy struck the king, the Apostolic Alliance warriors all let out a gasp. They shivered all over at the prayer that spread around them along with the cries of the blue dragon. The hair on their entire bodies stood on end, and they felt the urge to scream. It was the first time they had seen the leader’s powerful spirit in real combat.

Puppupupupup!

A sound of something bursting out of the tower was heard.

Soon, the figure of the king came into view beyond the settling dust.

Blood was flowing out of the mouth of the king who had crossed his two hands in front of him to block the wind.

Knock knock knock.

Blood flowed out from the king’s body as the Immortal Armor was cut off. It was Baekjagang’s move that pierced through both the Immortal Armor and the king’s self-defense energy.

The King looked down at the severed Immortal Armor with surprised eyes. The words of the Apostle Leader echoed in his ears.

-Do you believe in immortality in this world?

The Immortal Armor was in such a state that the twin horns protecting his wrists and shins were completely torn apart.

Of course, it was thanks to them that the King was able to stand.

The king gritted his teeth.

I thought I was behind by one move, but I was wrong. It was clearly two moves, and considering the hidden moves, I could have been behind by three or four moves.

‘You’re stronger than I thought.’

Geommugeuk was thinking the same thing.

This was also the reason why the Apostle Leader dreamed of unifying the martial arts world.

His father, the leader of the Apostles, and even Jin Pae-cheon, the most tyrannical of all the martial arts leaders of all time.

In one era, all the villains coincidentally gathered together. I thought that perhaps the birth of fire weapons was an inevitability brought about by these three people.

Baekjagang spoke softly, looking at the blood flowing down behind the Immortal Armor.

“Your greed is shedding tears.”

The momentum radiating from those small eyes that asked if it was regret or fear made the king clench his fists.

Baekjagang began to press the king.

As the waves crashed, explosive sounds erupted one after another.

As the protective armors were damaged, the shock to the fighting king was even greater.

But the king did not back down.

Red energy flowed out from his eyes, which had raised his internal energy to the limit.

The king rushed in and threw a punch.

Papapapapapapapapak!

The third form of the Yeonhwanpungunkwon: Lightning Dance.

Dozens of fists as fast as light swept through the air.

Baekjagang was dodging all of those punches. He was so fast that the onlookers couldn’t tell which punch he was dodging or how.

Only Geommu-geuk saw the two people’s movements clearly.

“ah!”

I couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration. The move of the king was truly great. If he hadn’t been my enemy, I would have praised him.

And I felt awe at the Apostolic Leader who avoided all that praise.

The King’s attack did not end here. He displayed the island fist rampage and the continuous chain attack.

The red-locking ban on the ritual of the Yeonhwanpungunkwon.

The last fist of the island battle was unleashed. A red energy shaped like a chain was emitted from the palm of the fighting king’s hand.

Chorrrrrrrr!

The chain wrapped around Baekjagang in an instant.

‘Okay!’

No matter how great the leader of the Apostles is, if he is subject to the ban on redemption, he will not be able to move until his next move.

Yeonhwanpungunkwon Jeo-shik, the opening of the wind and clouds!

Shhhhh.

The King’s decisive blow, filled with the will to kill, flew towards Baek Ja-gang’s face. What if the Wind and Cloud Breaking Strike were to hit Baek Ja-gang’s face, which was relatively weak in self-defense?

‘It’s the end.’

Just then, the king saw that Baek Ja-gang, who was bound in chains, had no sword in his hand.

“!”

Next moment!

Phew!

Baekjagang’s sword, which had silently descended from the air, pierced his shoulder from above and stuck itself into it.

The Shadowless Style of the King of Heaven’s Six Sects has been demonstrated.

It pierced through the flesh and bones of the black king.

“Eww!”

When the King’s true energy was cut off.

Papapapapang!

With a series of loud noises, the red-hot iron curtain that had been squeezing Baekjagang shattered and disappeared.

Phew!

The sword that was stuck in his shoulder was pulled out on its own and flew into Baekjagang’s hand.

Blood spurted from the warrior’s shoulder.

The king quickly pressed the acupoint to stop the bleeding, but the wound was deep. Even with a healthy body, he couldn’t fight it, and now he couldn’t hold out any longer.

The king’s choice was to escape.

He started to run desperately. Despite his serious injuries, he ran at a frightening speed.

Baekjagang followed him even faster.

Phew!

Baekjagang threw the desperately running king to the ground.

Bam!

Although he rolled on the floor with great impact, the king got up again and started running. The onlookers also followed the two. In an instant, they moved dozens of chapters.

Visain subdued the Hyuksa Army’s bloodlust and moved with them, roughly holding them by the side.

The master runs away, and he is dragged away miserably.

But hope had not yet disappeared from his eyes, which should have been filled with resentment.

Again, the lightning that Baekjagang had thrown hit the king’s back.

Phew!

The king collapsed on the floor.

The king sat down, panting, having given up on running away any longer.

“I promised not to harm a single hair. Let’s stop this fight here.”

The moment of life or death as Baekjagang prepares his final blow!

Instead, the king laughed.

“Then… … you lose.”

Just then, the king smiled meaningfully.

A hundred enemies appeared from all directions. This was the reason why they had run all the way here. It was for the last trick they had hidden here.

The one who took the lead was Sahon, one of the king’s henchmen.

Those who appeared with him were not adults, but children.

Some children were under ten years old, others were over thirteen or fourteen, and some looked to be around seventeen or eighteen.

I could tell it was a sword dance.

That they were the children who had been kidnapped just before.

The children had no guns in their eyes. They had been brainwashed in some special way.

There were strange bags hanging from the children’s chests.

They flew up in all directions at the same time. At the same time, the bags hanging from the children’s chests burst, sending white powder flying in all directions.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The amount of powder that burst out of one bag was not ordinary. But since over a hundred bags burst out at the same time, the surrounding area was covered in powder in an instant.

“It is the Yellow Springs.”

Yellow Heaven was a poison that caused mass destruction and was the most strictly prohibited poison in the martial arts world. The bag that released this poison was made by a dead poison master.

The King of Demons made the children wear it. It was a plan to place all the blame on the Poison King of the Demonic Cult.

When he first appeared, he used children to prevent himself from being wiped out in one blow. The King of Fighters was someone who could use not only children but even babies to win.

The Apostolic Alliance soldiers all took out their poisoned drinks and drank them.

“You can’t stop it with just poison.”

Previously, the poison of the poisonous serpent had been burned by the tornado of Geommu-geuk, but now it was an irresistible force. The amount was so great that it spread in all directions in an instant, and even Geommu-geuk could not do anything about this enormous poison.

Visain flew his body to protect the leader.

“Get out of here quickly.”

But the Apostolic Lord had already been exposed to the poison.

“The Poison King of the Demonic Cult will be the one to kill you!”

There were only three people here who had taken the medicine in advance: King Tu, Hyuk Sa-gun, and Sa-hon. Hyuk Sa-gun was someone who King Tu was absolutely necessary for becoming the leader of the Apostles.

The King smiled in repentance. He could somehow escape and withstand the attacks of the addicted Apostolic Lord. Time was on his side.

If I could win like this, it would be enough. I would win at any cost, it was the moment when I would achieve the greatest victory of my life.

At that very moment, the smile disappeared from the corner of the king’s mouth.

He saw Sa-hon looking around with a bewildered expression on his face. The king also looked around.

Nothing happened.

The children were still standing, and the Apostolic warriors exposed to the poison did not fall. They should have all died already.

The Apostles’ Thirteen Wings and the Extreme Brigade’s unmanned troops belatedly subdued the children’s demonic blood that was standing there blankly.

The King of Fighters was a man who had never shown his emotions properly, but this time it was different. He was surprised and embarrassed.

‘why?’

No one falls?

The surprise was the same for all the Apostolic Alliance members who were here, including Baekjagang. They all knew how toxic the Yellow River was. Geommugeuk was also unaware of the situation.

‘no way?’

Geommugeuk’s gaze, which had been looking around, turned to the sky. As soon as his gaze was fixed, everyone’s gaze naturally followed Geommugeuk.

A man was standing on a branch of a large tree, looking down with his arms folded. He was a young, handsome boy. He had twelve pouches on his waist with the animals of the Chinese zodiac drawn on them.

“Your Majesty!”

A faint smile appeared on the man’s lips at the surprised cry of the swordsman.

It really was the Poison King. The rumors that the Demon Doctor and the Poison King were coming were lies, but somehow the real Poison King appeared here.

The Poison King slowly began to descend from the sky, his clothes fluttering in the gusting wind as if he were a god descending.