Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 894



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Side story 244. Civil war, civil war (4)

Chiririring!

Swords clashed with swords, aiming for each other’s lifeline.

Chilling! Zzzang!

Chilyado was quick and decisive, while Myeondo was free-spirited and unconventional.

That was the core of the martial arts of the two people. When Lee Cheon-sang used his full power, he would unleash boundless fast and powerful attacks, and when Mo-gyeong used his full power, he would unleash an irregular illusion sword that would make it impossible to know where the attack would come from.

The martial arts of the two people were completely different from the very beginning. Was that why? Rather, even though Lee Cheon-sang realized that his opponent’s martial arts were one step ahead of his own, he did not view the match with pessimism.

It was because the way I walked the path of martial arts from the beginning to this point was so different.

Oh my god!

Of course, it wasn’t easy.

Not only was his internal energy management delicate, but Mo Kyung was especially overwhelming in terms of his diverse weapon techniques. He possessed not only unorthodox techniques, but also the strength to withstand Lee Cheon Sang’s strong attacks.

Piss! Chiriririring!!

A single line of drawing was engraved on Lee Cheon-sang’s chest.

It was just a minor wound. There was no penetrating magic.

However, this one wound soon proved the difference in skill between the two. Mo-gyeong was fine even when Lee Cheon-sang attacked with more force, but Mo-gyeong could injure Lee Cheon-sang’s body with only a softer and less forceful attack and defense transition.

This was the difference of a single sheet of paper. It was a close match, but sometimes it could be a difference that would never be narrowed down. Moreover, since both of them had stepped into a realm that was beyond human limits, that small difference could soon create an absolute difference.

hook!

Lee Cheon-sang quickly stepped back.

It was Bukcheonma Hyebo. Under the cool moonlight, the movements of Lee Cheon-sang, carrying the pitch-black darkness, were truly artistic.

“Good!”

Flash!

Unlike his weapon skills, he was a master of straight-line movements in his sword skills.

He caught up with Lee Cheon-sang in one breath and swung the razor vertically.

Pavabababak!

Lightning struck Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes.

Dozens of blades pouring down, surrounding the moonlight, were like scattered glass shards. Each and every one of them was so powerful that it seemed as if it could penetrate the inner shield and cut through bones, a truly sharp technique.

‘It can’t be avoided.’

Lee Cheon-sang, who had made a quick decision, stepped on Ma Hye-bo once again and unleashed the Geumgangma Sword.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!!

It literally felt like a rain of stones was pouring down.

Although he managed to block all attacks that came into his striking range with evasion, the impact was strong enough to hit his shoulder.

The power of Ilta, Ilta was superior to Icheonsang. This is because the accumulated martial arts itself was a strong force that could not be retreated.

However, Mo Kyung’s chain sword was fast and sharp enough to nullify the difference in power between the two strikes. It was a strangely quick sword technique that would strike back if it couldn’t kill with a single strike, and if it couldn’t kill with a second strike, it would strike back with a third strike.

Jeez, Jeez! Pfft!

The spinning and extending Diamond Magic Fist’s strike knocked Mo-gyeong’s body backwards.

‘Look at this guy?!’

A look of surprise appeared on Mo Kyung’s face.

‘You’re sticking your fist out there?’

It was amazing that he forced them to retreat by poking into an opening that didn’t seem like an opening, but it was even more amazing that he attacked without hesitation even though all around him were sword shadows.

If he had twisted it even a little, his arm would have become a rag. The fact that he ignored that and extended his fist with such confidence meant that his five senses, as well as his sense of smell, were extremely sensitive.

‘That too.’

It meant that the body would move just as I thought. In this area, at this speed.

His senses, judgment, and physical abilities are all well-trained. There are many people who are stronger than him, but not many warriors who are so specialized in battle.

Mo Kyung was excited for the first time in a long time.

‘My heart is getting warm.’

But he was also a veteran of a hundred battles. His body was hot, but his mind remained calm.

Mo Kyung knew that Lee Cheon Sang had not yet unleashed his power. The absurd martial arts that had disintegrated more than a dozen top-tier masters with a single blow had been reduced to about three-tenths of its power when it first turned against him.

The surprise attack was kept alive, but its power was reduced because it was judged that the opponent would not die. In other words, the surprise attack itself was a counterattack.

‘I’ll take it out at the crucial moment.’

That’s probably why he continues to play calmly even after being cut three times.

One hit kill. Finishing everything with one blow.

That’s the only way to kill someone stronger than you. That’s why he endures like that.

‘Then what I have to do is… … .’

hook!

The new model of Mo Kyung came within half a meter of Icheon Sang.

‘It is to reduce the strength by a fierce attack that leaves no room for improvement.’

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!!

The razor is on fire.

The wounds on Yicheonsang’s body are increasing. None of them are fatal, but even the minor wounds are from a knife cut. The sharp pain will make his nerves tense and cause him to become increasingly anxious.

The goal of Daejeo Kaitojutsu (快刀術) is to instantly cut off the opponent’s life with a single line of explosion. It is to use the technique of a one-hit kill by performing simple movements as quickly and precisely as possible.

But Mo Kyung’s swordsmanship was different. His sword was certainly fast, but it existed only to unleash more flashy and free-spirited swordsmanship.

If there is a right path in the art of swordsmanship, Mo-gyeong abandoned the right path and utilized the characteristics of his martial arts with the techniques of the left path.

It could never be seen as a bad thing. Rather, such a break would have ignited Mo Kyung’s enlightenment. There are ways to develop without having to diligently pursue the right path. Just as there are many paths in a mountain, there are countless paths in martial arts.

‘But that’s true.’

Whack, whack, whack! Hook!

The martial arts of the opponent, who was able to deflect almost all of the fierce attacks of the great seasonal technique, the Illusionary Moon Sword Technique, but still managed to counterattack threateningly every now and then, were so impressive that it was impossible not to admire them.

He already had seven cuts. They weren’t deep, but they were enough to be nerve-wracking. The more he moved, the more he would bleed.

However, the other person’s gaze did not waver. The same goes for prayer. The magic reminiscent of a calm lake seemed to have no wind blowing.

A dark lake, calm and quiet, without a single ripple.

‘This is getting better and better.’

Even if my limbs fly away, those eyes won’t waver.

The sword of the mother has gained elasticity.

Pavababababak!

The number of blades has already increased.

In order to increase speed while using as little strength as possible, it is essential to release strength. Even so, it would be difficult to cover such a wide range, and Mo Kyung was even using the continuous rotation technique without rest.

What supported the ever-changing Hwanwoldo method was not its speed, but its endurance. Mo Kyung was able to perfect the martial art after continuously using the Hwanwoldo method for over an hour.

A prison of swords stretching out with subtle breathing control and extreme exhaustion.

‘It’s hard.’

Lee Cheon-sang realized that his opponent’s martial arts skills were flawless.

On the surface, it may seem like he is swinging his sword recklessly, but each and every swing of his sword actually blocks the opponent’s evasion and counterattack.

This wasn’t just a great martial art. Without countless battles and an innate sense, you would never be able to use this kind of martial art.

‘It’s hard, but it’s okay.’

T-teeing! T-teeing!

Surprise appeared in Mo Kyung’s eyes.

The torrential downpour of swords that had never stopped stopped for the first time. The blade of the razor, which had been firmly fixed to the short slash of the Seven Nights Sword, wavered.

Of course, the gap was very short, and Yi Cheon-sang could not take advantage of it. Mo-gyeong immediately took a half step to the right and used another Moonlight Technique.

If Lee Cheon-sang is unshaken, Mo-gyeong will not be shaken either. No matter what his personality is, the martial arts he has accumulated are real. He will not do anything that tilts the balance of the game due to his shallow pride.

Swish! Swish!

But Mo-gyeong felt increasingly frustrated.

‘That guy?!’

Tsk tsk tsk tsk! Tiring! Crunch!

Mo Kyung’s shoulder turned red from the blade of the Seven Night Sword that came through the rain of swords.

It was a sharp pain that made me frown for a moment. It didn’t reach the bone, but it stabbed me right in. If it had been a little deeper, the muscle would have been severed and I would have had difficulty moving.

‘how!’

Pavabak!

His sword, which moved left and right in succession and disrupted the flow of the Hwanwol Dokbeop, drew numerous crescent moons again.

At that moment, Mo-gyeong heard Lee Cheon-sang’s muttering voice in her ears.

“I’m getting used to it.”

Mo Kyung’s eyes became bloodshot.

“this guy!”

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

Lee Cheon-sang staggered back as the blades poured down.

“Where did you get the courage to do such a thing!”

hook!

The even deeper sinking magic of the mirror provided a certain stability for the rapid and explosive chain movement.

I am not proud, but I am angry. I am even more angry because the other person’s muttering is not something I intended to hear. It is impossible for the Hwanwoldo method that I have perfected over a long period of time to be destroyed just because I have become accustomed to it.

but.

Jeez, jeez! Kwaaang!

“Huh!”

Mo Kyung took five steps back for the first time in an incredible attack.

He quickly and smoothly blocks, then uses his strength and speed to strike at the crucial moment. But the power of this attack is beyond imagination.

“It’s exhaustion… … .”

Lee Cheon-sang slowly turned his wrist. Chil-ya also turned back and forth according to the movement of his wrist.

“That’s a good technique. I learned something good thanks to it.”

“……what?”

In other words, he fought himself and stole the martial arts of the Hwanwoldo method on the spot.

Mo Kyung’s face turned bright red.

“What is this crazy kid talking about!”

Paaang!

After running that short distance with all his might, he retreats to the side, leaving behind only a shadow.

The muscles in his entire body were showing off incredible elasticity. You need to have such muscles to properly perform the Hwanwol Do method.

Flash!

The blade swung with a terrifying flash of light. It was faster and sharper than any blade he had ever seen before, and it was a single blow.

It was the ultimate flash of the Hwanwoldo method that had cut the waists of countless competitors. The ultimate change is invariance, and his best moment was in one second of invariance.

And then.

Mo Kyung could see the eerie lightning flashing from the black blade the opponent was holding.

I realized at the same time.

That the moment the other person wanted was right now.

He wasn’t trying to take advantage of a moment of weakness, but was waiting for the moment when his best moment would come.

Flash!!

It seemed as if lightning had descended from the sky, struck the ground, and spread out in a circular path.

A single blade that cuts through everything within a three-zhang radius.

The ultimate counterattack technique, a sword technique of unknown martial arts that lasts only a single second, swept away everything and disappeared.

Chiriring.

A dozen or so neatly cut razor blades were scattered far away.

Mo Kyung glared at Lee Cheon Sang with sharp eyes.

“What kind of martial arts is it?”

Yi Cheon-sang didn’t answer. He just watched out for other masters who were hiding behind the wall and watching this place.

Even if he had told me, it wouldn’t be the proper name. He called it Noedoilsik (雷刀一息) by taking the characters of Gugyeol, but it wasn’t the real name of this martial art.

Mo Kyung’s body trembled.

Boom! Boom!

The backflowing magic exploded, pouring red into his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

“Just answer this.”

Lee Cheon-sang glanced at Mo-gyeong.

Mo Kyung’s eyes turned gray.

“How was my martial arts…?”

“It was worth learning.”

A smile appeared on Mo Kyung’s face.

“I never thought I’d die in a place like this, from a piece of stone like you… … .”

Bam.

Like countless masters who died by his sword before.

The body of Mo-gyeong, who had his arms and waist completely torn off by the merciless attack of the Brain Sword, looked miserable, unlike the owner of such amazing martial arts skills.

And at that moment.

Pavabak!

Two masters who had been hiding flew through the darkness.

Lee Cheon-sang’s posture was lowered.

“There is no concept of colleagues.”