Absolute Regression - Chapter 422



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Episode 422: You like the west?

Have you ever been asked these questions before a life-or-death battle?

Which direction do you like better, east, west, south, or north?

‘This is psychological warfare.’

Of course, Ha-gyeol thought that Geommu-geuk’s question was a trick to confuse him. If that’s the case? He’ll take it easy.

“I like the west.”

Then, another incomprehensible word came out of Geommugeuk’s mouth.

“Oh, my. Why the west? There are handsome guys, smart guys, and mysterious guys.”

What on earth are you talking about?

Ha-gyeol couldn’t understand what he was saying and just laughed.

“Little Leader, stop your nonsense there. It won’t work on me.”

He looked relaxed on the outside, but he was very tense. He had killed the seven subordinates in the blink of an eye, and it wasn’t with words. The moment you are charmed by those words, the sword will pierce your heart.

‘What on earth are you going to do?’

The Geommugeuk tried to do something that had never been done before.

I’m going to use the destruction ritual of the Nine-Handed Demonic Ceremony to make only the evil spirits of the West appear. I’m not going to kill them, I’m just going to make them appear! I didn’t plan on killing Ha-gyeol right away. I need to keep him alive and find out where the Blood King is hiding.

‘Is it possible?’

As the level of the Nine-Haired Demonic Arts rose, he was able to freely handle evil spirits, so he tried to do it, but soon Geommu-geuk put away his sword.

“I changed my mind.”

His instincts regarding martial arts advised him against that choice. He thought that it was possible to make only one evil spirit appear, but not killing the opponent was not what the evil spirit wanted.

Yes, it is impolite to summon the evil spirit of the Nine-Handed Demon without killing the enemy.

I felt the sword dance anew.

‘I feel a bond with them now.’

When I practiced in the Valley of the Wind and summoned them, the demons did not disappear right away, but instead looked at each other. At that time, I felt that they had feelings.

Among them, the one who seemed smart even showed regret at the breakup before disappearing.

“I was reckless. I’m sorry.”

Ha-gyeol thought those words were spoken to him, but they were actually words Geommu-geuk spoke to the evil spirits.

No matter what Geommu-geuk said, Ha-gyeol brought out his true nature that was sleeping deep inside his heart. It was the true nature that he had buried while guarding Yang-seok at Buk-hyeol-mun.

He was a rough and cruel man. He planted self-destructive thoughts in his subordinates, did not hesitate to blow up those who lacked ability during training, and brainwashed the rest with fear. He was the one who achieved his goal by any means necessary.

“You should have killed me when you could!”

Ha-gyeol flew towards Geommu-geuk. He will make you pay the price for making him look easy.

The two swords clashed in the air.

There was no emotion in the eyes of the sword master beyond the crossed swords. He was a small cult leader who spoke incomprehensible words and acted coquettishly, but when the fight began, his eyes changed.

The magical energy gushing out from the black magic sword that collided with him took his breath away. In resistance, even stronger blood energy shot out from Ha-gyeol’s sword.

The two swords clashed repeatedly, creating sparks.

Ha-gyeol was fast and strong. His martial arts were a combination of swordsmanship and blood attack, but even without the blood attack, he was very skilled with swordsmanship alone.

“Die, you damn devil!”

Ha-gyeol’s eyes slit open wide and his life force poured out. His emotions became intense as he reacted to the magic. A tremendous amount of blood flowed into Geommu-geuk.

But unfortunately for him, his endlessly gushing blood was protected by the great Cheonmahoshin Gong. In terms of swordsmanship, Geommu Geuk was superior.

Ha-gyeol increased his attack speed even further. However, no matter how fast he swung his sword, the sword dance was blocked.

Because each move was filled with powerful internal energy, the more their swords clashed, the more Ha-gyeol felt as if his arm was going to fall off. The more they clashed, the more he realized that he was losing in terms of internal energy.

Ha-gyeol, who could no longer endure it, took a big step back. Instead of chasing after him quickly, Geommu-geuk asked calmly.

“I told you to let me meet the person you serve. If you die here, who will protect that person?”

The moment Geommugeuk heard those words, he saw Hagyeol’s eyes tremble.

‘Not just a simple leader.’

Whether blood relatives or masters.

The blood flowing out of Ha-gyeol’s body became more violent. As the fight progressed, his blood boiled.

Oh my god!

Blood flowed out from the sword of Ha-gyeol.

He also did not avoid the sword dance, but instead unleashed his sword energy to confront it.

Boom!

The clash of black energy and blood caused dust to rise.

Ha-gyeol let out his anger like crazy.

Bumping and bumping again.

“asleep!”

Ha-gyeol was angry and poured out his blood.

It was a force that shook the axis of the earth and turned the ground upside down, but Geommugeuk stood still and blocked all the attacks.

Ha-gyeol, who had been pouring out his blood, stopped attacking and started panting heavily. On the other hand, Geommu-geuk approached him slowly with a calm look on his face.

There was a reason why Ha-gyeol allowed Geommu-geuk to get this close. Soon, a red aura spread out like wings behind Geommu-geuk without a sound.

Phew.

The red aura instantly enveloped and covered the sword dance as if it was snatching its prey.

It was the secret technique of Ha-gyeol’s Dokmunmu-gong Man-sa-hyeol-gong (萬邪血功), Gyeol-in-hyeol-mak (結人血膜).

‘I’m caught!’

It was a desperate measure to successfully trap an opponent in a blood vessel, causing them to suffocate and die inside. No matter what method they used, they could not tear the blood vessel and escape.

As if trapped in an egg, the sword dance wriggled within the blood membrane.

“Get out of there! You little cult leader!”

He was half-controlled by his blood. He was consumed by the desire to kill his opponent, rather than the purpose of finding the ultimate culprit and the aftermath of killing the leader of the Demonic Cult.

Ha-gyeol looked at Yang-seok with eyes that thirsted for blood.

“Please save me! I was wrong!”

It wasn’t a situation where he could show off his pride. Ha-gyeol had eyes that looked like he would run to him and kill him at any moment.

It was just then.

It seemed like a blue light was shining inside the blood vessel.

Phew.

A blue light burst through the curtain. It was a black magic sword with a black gleam.

The moment the curtain tore, Ha-gyeol screamed.

“Eww!”

The black magic sword with blue light tore the blood membrane to the side.

Jeeeeek.

Ha-gyeol screamed, and the blood vessels shook as if they were alive.

The head of the swordsman poked out from between the torn membranes.

“I hate feeling stuffy.”

Then, he roughly grabbed the torn membrane with both hands and tore it apart. Once the membrane was torn, it was torn apart by Geommugeuk’s hands as well.

When Ha-gyeol’s screams reached their peak.

With a thud, the blood vessel disappeared. Ha-gyeol asked with a painful expression.

“How on earth? Even a sword can’t tear it apart.”

“From now on, when you teach me that martial art, make sure to pass it on. It won’t work on the leader of the Demonic Cult.”

At those words, the smell of blood on Ha-gyeol’s body began to grow stronger, and blood began to well up in his eyes. It wasn’t just a red aura, it was real blood.

Now, blood was consuming him. He felt that he could not defeat the sword dance unless he became a perfect blood man.

Blood beads began to rise from his palm. Dozens of blood beads rose up and changed into the shape of small knives.

Shhh shhh shhh shhh shhh!

Another one of his secrets.

Flying knives and blood rain.

Dozens of bullets rained down on Geommugeuk. Geommugeuk started running.

Papapapapapapapak!

Among the pouring bloody daggers, Geommu-geuk displayed amazing lightness.

Yang Seok, who had been watching, opened his eyes wide.

The thought of how to avoid that followed after Geommu-geuk had already avoided it.

The sight of her dodging the pouring bloody daggers was beautiful.

When he had dodged all the daggers and descended, a new dagger was waiting for him. This was the method that Bidohyeolwoo had used to fall for this one move.

Chook! Chook! Chook! Chook.

Red lines appeared all around the Geommu-geuk. The blood lines surrounded Geommu-geuk like spider webs, imprisoning him. He was trapped inside the red lines, as if he was trapped in a brain prison.

Powder blood net.

“Don’t move. If you touch the bloodline, you’ll die.”

“Can I move my mouth?”

Yang Seok, who was watching, almost burst out laughing. How could he make such a joke in this situation?

On the other hand, the blood in Ha-gyeol’s eyes became even redder.

Ss …

The blood vessels began to tighten around the sword.

“I’ll cut it into dozens of pieces so you won’t even be able to find the body!”

The blood lines from all directions approached as if they were going to cut through the sword dance.

Even in a situation where there was an imminent explosion, Geommu-geuk remained calm. When he injected internal energy into the Black Magic Sword, a blue light appeared.

“I don’t think your martial arts can beat my internal energy and black magic sword.”

It was a statement that came from absolute confidence in oneself.

Papapapapapak!

The black magic sword slashed in all directions.

Chi-chi-chi-jik! Thump! Boom!

Blood vessels on all sides began to cut away.

At this unbelievable moment, Ha-gyeol unleashed his last secret technique. The last move of Man-sa-hyeol-gong that required half of the innate energy.

A drop of blood rose from his hand and turned into a butterfly and flew away.

In front of the sword dance that cuts the bloodline and comes out.

puck.

The butterfly burst.

Butterfly blood poison.

The master said that the non-contact poison was a poison with the same power as the intangible poison. No one could stop it. Instead, half of the innate power had to be used.

As the blood butterfly burst, the area around the sword dance was completely enveloped in red smoke.

Ha-gyeol was convinced that the young leader could not endure it any longer. That was why he finally turned his gaze to Yang-seok.

“The leader of the Demonic Cult died because of you.”

Yang Seok felt wronged. Why was he putting the blame on me when he was the one who killed her? But he couldn’t dare say anything in response. Ha Gyeol’s eyes were still filled with blood.

“Now the demons will come and sweep away the Bukhyeolmun Gate.”

At that moment, Yang Seok made a surprised expression.

“Did you do this without expecting that?”

But the reason Yang Seok was surprised was not because of what Ha Gyeol had said. Behind Ha Gyeol, Geommu Geuk was walking out of the red smoke.

Ha-gyeol, who saw the sight late, was shocked.

‘You survived the blood poisoning? How on earth?’

Today was the moment when all the absolute truths I had learned from my Master came crashing down.

It was the first time in my life that I felt this helpless.

I felt ashamed of myself for worrying about what would happen after Geommugeuk died, even for a moment. Geommugeuk standing before me felt like a huge wall.

Then suddenly an idea occurred to me.

“You know I won’t open my mouth, right?”

“okay.”

“You could have killed me a long time ago?”

“okay.”

“Why did you take the risk?”

It occurred to me that he wasn’t just keeping him alive to ask where his master was. There was indeed a reason why Geommu-geuk had dragged out this fight.

“To get used to the blood attack. Your subordinate will also use the same martial arts.”

“!”

In that moment, Ha-gyeol’s expression completely hardened. He was joking, and saying things that I couldn’t understand. So I forgot. How meticulous and scary this person was.

“I lost.”

Ha-gyeol lowered his head as if giving up. His speech also became polite.

“If you spare my life, I will tell you who is behind it and where they are now.”

“It should have happened a long time ago.”

The sword dance slowly approached him.

When Geommugeuk walked five steps forward, Hagyeol’s expression changed.

“You idiot! Did you think I would just tell you?”

A satisfied smile appeared on Ha-gyeol’s face.

“There is absolutely no way to avoid my own self-destruction on this street.”

He was confident that he could kill the swordmaster.

However, Geommu-geuk did not seem that surprised. It was as if he had expected this kind of situation.

“Then did you expect me to just believe what you said?”

“What? Then why did you come?”

“Why? I’m still practicing. Whoever it is, I’m sure your master is also doing this kind of thing.”

“Hey kid! Let’s see if you can act that way while you’re at it!”

In an instant, Ha-gyeol’s face turned red and he used the self-destruct technique. He was faster than the other subordinates. His power would also be incomparably strong.

At that very moment.

The sword dance disappeared before my eyes.

The surprised Ha-gyeol stopped his self-destruction attack. He stopped it forcibly, and his blood and energy became entangled, causing him to vomit blood.

Then, the sword dance appeared. It had opened the space-time transfer technique and disappeared from my sight in an instant.

If we were to compare martial arts, they were two martial arts that were polar opposites.

“No matter how fast you use the self-destruct attack, you won’t be faster than me.”

Ha-gyeol’s face turned red again. This time, he tried to use the self-destruct technique even faster than before.

But by the time I had memorized all the rules, the sword dance had already disappeared.

“What the hell are you… … .”

Ha-gyeol couldn’t continue speaking and started spitting out blood again. This time, he ended up spitting out even more blood than before because he had to force himself to stop the self-destruction attack.

However, I couldn’t die alone like this without any meaning. As a result, the martial art that caused me the greatest injury was the self-destruction art.

“Eww!”

Ha-gyeol shouted in a curse.

Before I knew it, the sword dance play had appeared before my eyes again.

“If you lose without a leader, you just die. How dirty and lethal is that?”

Geommu-geuk looked into Ha-gyeol’s eyes. His own face was reflected in the blood that filled his eyes. Looking into the abyss, Geommu-geuk spoke calmly.

“Do you know why I’m looking for the mastermind? It’s because I don’t like you. I don’t like you because you don’t know how to admit defeat and you try to drag others in like water ghosts.”

Who in this world can stop those who use self-destruction without hesitation? They are dirty, deadly, and scary, so they are avoided. Who would pursue them so viciously and try to stop them?

Those who seek to gain their own benefit by making people fearful. They are also evil. They are absolute evils that must be trampled and punished in the name of the Demonic Cult.

“… … You have to save me to find out who’s behind me.”

Ha-gyeol tried to seize the opportunity to continue talking somehow. However, his opponent was Geommugeuk.

“You’re not going to tell me, are you? I’ll find out on my own.”

The sword dance did not speak to him any more.

“Did you say you like the West?”

The moment those words ended.

Ha-gyeol felt an eerie murderous aura next to him.

And he saw. The most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life. That terrifying thing swung a sword without a moment’s hesitation.

Shhhh!

Crunch!

Ha-gyeol’s severed head flew into the air.

Various images were reflected in the blood that filled his eyes. The sky was reflected, and the figure of Geommugeuk looking at him indifferently was reflected. Yang Seok-do looking at him with a surprised face, and the figure of a scary evil spirit disappearing was also reflected.

Then the ground, grass, and sky quickly passed by, then slowed down, and soon darkness came.