Disciple of the Celestial Demon - Chapter 234



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Episode 234. One and a Hundred (2)

There was a scar exactly on one of Cheon Il-myeong’s cheeks.

Of course, it was only a minor scratch and didn’t seem like it would have any effect on the weapon, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a wound.

A wound and bleeding means that you have allowed an attack.

In other words, the grazed wound was showing that Cheon Myeong-myeong had defeated Cheon Il-myeong in the previous battle.

“……!”

Everyone couldn’t help but be surprised by that fact.

Of course, it is true that there were expectations that Cheon Myeong-myeong might win, but few people believed that it would actually become a reality.

But doesn’t that scene now show the superiority of Cheon Myeong Myeong?

Compared to Cheon Il-myeong who was bleeding, there was no blood flowing out from anywhere on Cheon Myeong-myeong’s body.

Even if people couldn’t see the exact battle between the two, they couldn’t help but judge that Cheon Myeong-myeong had the upper hand based on the difference.

“That… is it blood?”

“Are you saying that Prince Cheon Il Myeong allowed the attack first?”

“Baek Gongja has done something……!”

The stands were bustling.

It was only a minor scratch, but the atmosphere in the room was definitely that of Cheon Myeong-myeong.

It was true that there were now many more people who really thought that the Thousand Days could be defeated.

“……!”

Although all the audience was now surprised, the person who was actually the most surprised was none other than Cheon Il-myeong himself.

A tingling sensation on his cheek. Cheon Il-myeong didn’t know what it was at first.

Because I have never been hurt by anyone since I was born.

He was always on the receiving end, not the one being attacked.

Swish-.

Cheon Il-myeong wiped the blood flowing down his cheek with his hand.

Red blood on the sleeves and the back of the hand.

Even when Cheon Il-myeong saw the blood, he didn’t immediately realize that it was his own blood.

“This blood…….”

It did not flow out of Cheon Myeong-myeong’s body.

The one who wielded the sword knew best.

Stinging-.

Then the pain in my cheek came again.

As if to tell me that the blood on my hands was my own, I felt a constant tingling sensation on my cheek.

Is this what pain is?

Just like a baby taking its first steps, Cheon Il-myeong was slowly adjusting to the sensations he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

“Why is that?”

“…….”

“As if he had never shed blood before.”

At that moment, a thousand voices were heard from the front.

Cheon Il-myeong raised his head and stared blankly at him, and Cheon Myeong-myeong’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at seeing that expression.

“Surely you’ve never really shed blood?”

“…….”

“Yeah, I guess that could be true if you’ve been in a strong position since birth.”

The first time Cheon Myeong-myeong bled was when he was ten years old.

Having lost his mother and been left alone, he thought the only way to survive was to become stronger.

At that time, I trained too hard with a real sword, and in the end, my posture collapsed and my hand was cut.

“You and I have lived completely opposite lives.”

“…….”

“You lived the life of a precious flower grown in a greenhouse, and I lived the life of a wild grass growing on the roadside.”

Of the two, the one in the greenhouse and the one on the street, the one that was more likely to grow without breaking was obviously the one in the greenhouse.

They could break in the wind or dry up due to lack of water, or they could simply get trampled by a passing animal and die.

However, wild grass that has overcome all hardships and grown is stronger than flowers that have been carefully grown in a greenhouse.

That is the crucial difference between a thousand-year term and a thousand-day term.

For a plant that has grown up without knowing the difference between wind and rain, even a small gust of wind will easily break it.

“From now on, I will teach you the power of wild grass.”

With those words, Cheon Myeong-myeong started moving again.

He quickly closed the distance with a flash of light and swung his sword directly at Cheon Il-myeong.

visor-!

Cheon Il-myeong was still half-asleep as he saw blood for the first time in his life.

However, his instinct as a warrior was still alive and he immediately reacted to the sword strike swung by Cheon Myeong-myeong.

Whoosh-.

As soon as he blocked the sword attack, Cheon Myeong-Myeong swung his sword.

Then, Cheon Il-myeong reacted and blocked it with his sword, and Cheon Myeong-myeong immediately swung his sword again without stopping.

A sword strike that is swung again after the sword strike is blocked.

Cheon Il-myeong found himself taking a step back without realizing it due to the endless attacks coming from both sides.

“……!”

He is retreating against his enemy.

For Cheon Il-myeong, it was a first for him, as was shedding blood.

‘What am I… What am I doing right now?’

In his dazed state, Cheon Il-myeong seemed to be trying to understand this situation somehow.

Why is it that he cannot swing his sword and is instead taking a step back?

It should be the other person, not yourself, who should be afraid and retreat.

At that time, Cheon Il-myeong was finally able to look Cheon Myeong-myeong straight in the eye.

“……!”

It was a feeling that was clearly different from the gazes of those who had looked at him until now.

Cheon Il-myeong couldn’t understand what those eyes meant at first, but now he seemed to be gradually understanding.

Those are the eyes that see themselves as prey.

Cheon Il-myeong finally realized that Cheon Myeong-myeong was trying to eat him.

‘You’re going to eat me?’

That was impossible.

It must have always been you who was in the position of a predator.

To think that he was looking at himself with such eyes… … Only then did Cheon Il-myeong come to his senses and his expression became distorted.

Whoosh-.

At that moment, Cheon Il-myeong avoided Cheon Myeong-myeong’s sword attack by moving his body slightly.

At the same time, the sword faces backwards.

As soon as he avoided the sword strike, Cheon Il-myeong took a stance and raised the sword he was holding with both hands above his head.

‘Honwon Yangdan (混元兩斷).’

A blow that splits heaven and earth in half.

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The point where he swung his sword was soon the center of the world.

Now, Cheon Myeong-myeong was standing there, and Cheon Il-myeong swung his sword precisely at that point.

Boom-!

Cheon Myeong-myeong’s body was split in half along with the world. No, that’s how it should have been.

A red energy approaches before your eyes as the divided world returns to its original state.

At that moment, the downward sword strike stopped with a loud noise.

“……!”

Cheon Il-myeong was swinging his sword towards the sword strike that Cheon Il-myeong had struck down.

The last of the continuous attacks that had been relentlessly pushing forward with a thousand days… … The fireworks were exploding.

The world that was about to split into two was not split apart by the flames, and instead, it was overwhelming the swordsmanship of Cheon Il Myeong.

“The two sides are in tatters.”

“……!”

“I guess that’s how you can block it.”

The moment he heard those words, Cheon Il-myeong’s eyes couldn’t help but widen in surprise.

How can it be that Cheon Myeong-Myeong knows his own swordsmanship?

Judging from the fact that he blocked it perfectly, he seemed to be quite familiar with his sword techniques.

Whoosh-.

The surprise was fleeting. Cheon Il-myeong immediately maintained his composure and stabbed himself with his sword.

This time, the sword that Cheon Il Myeong showed was a mixed sword that penetrated and broke everything.

A sword strike aimed at the center of the world will shatter everything into pieces.

“……!”

However, just like before, Cheon Myeong Myeong responded to Cheon Il Myeong’s sword strike by stabbing him with his sword.

It was Cheon Il-myeong’s first time experiencing his own sword being completely blocked, not once, but twice.

Cheon Il-myeong couldn’t help but feel dazed again due to the continuous confusion.

‘I can see everything.’

Cheon Shirang’s training. It was now taking effect.

In preparation for the finals, Cheon Myeong-myeong and Cheon Si-rang had been fighting in almost real-life situations.

Cheon Si-rang fought by mixing all the techniques of the Honwon Sword Technique, and Cheon Myeong-myeong personally received the techniques with his body, and he developed his own method of dealing with each technique.

“I have been preparing to take you down.”

“……!”

“What have you prepared to defeat me?”

Cheon Il-myeong couldn’t answer that question.

In order to win against Cheonmyeongmyeong, you prepare yourself. No, why do you have to prepare something in order to win in the first place?

It was only natural that he would win.

There was no need for any preparation or effort, and Cheon Il-myeong even laughed inwardly as he watched the guys struggling to overcome him.

“Shut up!”

Cheon Il-myeong shouted in an unusually excited voice and opened another sword.

But each time, Cheon Myeong-myeong showed that he was handling everything perfectly, and Cheon Il-myeong’s eyes couldn’t help but tremble more and more.

This time, the sword that was spread out was also completely blocked in the end.

He immediately tried to open another sword, but Cheon Il-myeong’s body seemed frozen and he did not move.

‘…What should I do?’

All the swords were blocked by Cheon Myeong-Myeong.

Until now, I had prided myself on my sword being the strongest, but when it was blocked so many times in a row, even a thousand-day-old person could not help but feel discouraged.

What if my own inspection gets blocked again?

The anxiety that the other person had felt while looking at him had now taken root in Cheon Il-myeong’s heart as well.

“…….”

At that moment, one thought came to Cheon Il-myeong’s mind.

When I thought about it, nothing else came to mind.

A hint of anxiety, and also a feeling of bewilderment.

Cheon Il-myeong’s body moved first without him knowing it.

Sreung-.

With a refreshing sound, Cheon Il-myeong put the sword back into its scabbard.

To put the sword down before the outcome was even decided. Other people might have thought that Cheon Il-myeong was surrendering.

But that was not an intention to surrender, and Cheon Myeong-myeong obviously knew that.

‘He’s coming.’

Honwonbalgeom. Cheon Il-myeong realized that Cheon Il-myeong was preparing it right now.

“Cheon Il Myeong will definitely try to use this sword in the finals.”

“…….”

“I will show you a swordsmanship that is sharper and faster than the one before. You must block it perfectly to defeat Cheon Il Myeong.”

It was just as Cheon Si-rang expected.

The sword that Cheon Il Myeong was most confident in was the Honwonbal Sword.

When he had blocked all the swords, Cheon Il-myeong would definitely try to use that sword to win. Cheon Il-myeong had expected this even before he entered the battle.

Swish-.

As Cheon Il-myeong took a stance, Cheon Myeong-myeong also took a stance as if he had been waiting for it.

This is the move he prepared to defeat Cheon Il-myeong.

When you completely destroy the Honwonbalgeom, you will finally completely defeat Cheon Il Myeong.

There were means to prevent the sword from being unleashed, but Cheon Myeong-myeong wanted to defeat Cheon Il-myeong head-on more than that.

Swish-.

Looking at that sight, Cheon Si-rang gently grabbed his shoulder with his right hand.

‘Show me.’

The pain I was feeling in my shoulder right now was speaking.

With just one move from Cheon Myeong-Myeong, everyone here will acknowledge Cheon Myeong-Myeong as the leader of the cult.

Cheon Si-rang was confident that this would leave a mark on the history of the Magic Church.

Sreung-.

At that moment, Cheon Il-myeong pulled out his sword.

As I pulled out the sword, pitch-black magic poured out from it.

The surroundings became dark as if dark clouds had gathered, and within it, a sharp lightning-like energy shot out towards Cheon Myeong-myeong.

‘I am the leader of the Magic Church.’

Honwonbalgeom. When he pulled out this number, no one could survive.

They may have been able to block all the other attacks, but they couldn’t do anything about this one.

A meaningful smile appeared on Cheon Il-myeong’s lips as he was confident of his victory.

Hwaak-.

But then a storm came that made Cheon Il-myeong’s smile disappear.

“……!”

It was a fever that felt like my flesh was burning.

The hot wind quickly dispelled the dark clouds, and within it, Cheon Myeong-myeong was holding the Yeomma-do high.

A fierce flame burning brightly in the temple.

As Cheon Myeong Myeong struck down the Tao, a slash made of flame cut through the strong energy.

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