Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 31



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A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step (2)

“What a surprise, you came looking so excited. I was expecting that gloomy, dog-like look in your eyes like you always do.”

The place where Poonggae and Yongun were fighting was an unnamed ruin in Hanam. It was an empty space where no one came. In it, only Yongun and Poonggae were standing side by side.

It was Punggae, still wearing clothes eaten by rats and a hat covered in cobwebs. Despite his upright body, he was half a foot shorter than Yongun, and his face was covered in wrinkles.

But even so, his spirit overwhelmed Yongun.

Yongwoon said, ignoring the wind chimes.

“I will change the standard.”

“hmm?”

“Not as a silent monk, but as a silent monk.”

Mukeonseung Gongjin was the fourth rank of Jamryongbang and the most promising later ranker among the empty ranks of Shaolin.

The wind chime snickered.

“Have you given up?”

“I just knew my place. If you want to see the sky, you have to climb the mountain first.”

A calm word. The eyes of the wind chime hidden behind dirty eyebrows quietly shone.

“…indeed.”

The wind chime immediately lowered. Although his still standing posture did not change, a gap was clearly visible in Yongwoon’s eyes.

It wasn’t something he could win against. The difference between the first and fourth ranks was like a mountain, but the fourth rank was also stronger than the current Yongun.

‘But, it is visible.’

That was enough. Yongwoon’s eyes. Those eyes that had seen countless bodies read Punggae’s body.

The interval of breathing, the movement of the eyes, the angle and position of the feet, the movement of the arms, the direction in which the hands flow.

Synthesize all that information. Think about the positions of the bones and the angles of the muscles that each organ creates.

The body of the wind chime was dissected.

“…her.”

It was creepy. That was the feeling that Punggae felt.

“It looks like a snake is staring at me.”

Yongwoon kicked the ground. He was aiming for a gap in breathing. Attacking an opponent while inhaling is a common practice that no warrior can ignore. That is why warriors deceive their own breathing methods.

Yongwoon saw through it. That’s why he poked at the gap that was hidden.

The already bizarre technique becomes even more dazzling. The gap in breathing, the movement of the eyes, the angle of the feet, the swollen muscles. When he grasped these and moved them, a certain ‘path’ appeared to Yongwoon.

People are better at defending the front than the rear. Vital points are always heavily conscious, and depending on the weapon and posture, there are defenses that become more solid.

Front, back, left, right, up, down. It’s simply divided like that. However, the fact that there is a place that is strong means that there is a place that is weak.

The path that Yongun followed was its weak point. The long peak, the imbalance on the right.

Left, down. The defense that seemed solid has been breached.

Only then did the wind chime move. When Yongun was within reach, the spire got closer and the reddened hand approached.

Originally, Yongun’s karma was a fist or a spear. What he aimed for was simply the opponent’s fatal weak points.

This time was different.

The palm that was extending in a straight line suddenly stopped. The bong that came to block it did not stop. The bong that Punggae held with both hands and swung was headed towards Yongun’s temple,

Yongwoon’s body was bent backwards. It was ambiguous to call it a steel plate bridge, and his spine was bent to say that he had only tilted his head back.

But exquisitely, as if it had been planned in advance, the wind chime passed his nose by a hair’s breadth. As if bouncing up, Yongwoon’s upper body dug into the wind chime again.

The red hand moved only then. As it swung, Yongwoon’s sword went towards the empty chest.

It suddenly broke.

It wasn’t Zhang. Ten fingers spread out and each one of them, like different teeth, rushed at Punggae’s right elbow.

Left hand for the forearm, right hand for the upper arm.

However, Poong-gae’s reaction was quick. He quickly released the staff with his right hand, and at the same time, he extended his leg and struck Yong-un’s stomach.

The goal was to push Yongwoon away and pull my right hand out of the trap. I succeeded. As I was pushed by the foot, a gap appeared in the trap made by Yongwoon’s two hands, and Poonggae’s right hand was able to pull it out by brushing past those ten fingers.

but,

“Hmm.”

I couldn’t land the follow-up blow I had planned. It clearly ‘grasped’ my finger. Nevertheless, the hot heat penetrated my blood vessels.

I pushed with my feet to open the distance. Yongwoon did not come closer.

“Isn’t this the first stop?”

“right.”

Just brushing past it wouldn’t be the original strike. However, the karma of the karma tree has clearly invaded the blood vessel of the wind. It has become the strike.

“…Bleeding?”

I had no choice but to say that. Karma is not a point of blood. It is the penetration of energy into the body. It is the initiation of force, penetration of force, and internal weight lifting. It is slightly different, but the result is similar.

One’s career, pushing one’s energy into the opponent’s body to make the insides shake. What about acupuncture points? Putting one’s energy into the energy points. Putting energy into the opponent’s body, up to this point, it’s the same.

However, acupuncture only ‘blocks’ the blood vessels, it does not destroy them. If it does, it is only when the person who was acupunctured forces his or her bet into the blocked blood vessel, causing the blood vessel to become distorted.

But… just now, Yongun’s exit. The point of the point that applied the karma water was to put the karma water’s energy through the blood and blood vessels. That energy was not only blocking the blood vessel, but also trying to burn the blood vessel itself and run wild.

My inner strength is not that delicate. With such a small power, it would have been right to not invade at all, or even if it did enter, it would have been blocked by my inner strength and faded away.

But this is…

“This is a new type of penetration through acupuncture points.”

Acupuncture points are doors. Doors open more easily than walls. They allow energy to flow through them. In a way, it’s a simple idea.

However, the absolute amount of energy that can enter through the door is limited.

However, point acupuncture is not a simple, ignorant martial art that simply blocks energy by inserting it into a certain acupoint.

The main path through which the internal energy flows is different for each school and each sect. The ‘original’ point of acupuncture meant a martial art that blocked important strongholds by grasping the energy of each school.

Commonly referred to as ahyeol, blood transfusion, and bloodletting… these were nothing more than general methods. The point acupuncture that Eun-gang had preached five hundred years ago was a fatal acupuncture point that applied to all humans.

In that sense, Yongwoon’s point of view was something that could be called a true point of view, a martial art. He figured out his opponent. He figured out a weak or critical point of view, blocked it, and sealed his martial art…

The basic common sense of bloodletting was only found in Yongun’s gold thread. Now, even the karma thread was like that. No, was it combined into one?

Poong-gae laughed. Yong-un’s karma subsided as soon as Poong-gae showed his will. However, that was not something that Poong-gae of Samhwachwijeong could do.

“If it was a real sword, the power of the silent monk’s right arm would have disappeared.”

That was just a passing glance. If I had been caught whole, if it had been a matter of life and death…

“Isn’t that a proper silent monk?”

“That’s right.”

The restriction of Samhwachwijeong, the restriction that he had to use the method of breaking the spell. The direction in which Punggae had to attack was set, and the silent monk was different.

But Yongwoon was satisfied.

Silence was not something I wanted at first. I had to climb the stairs. That’s why I chose to be a silent monk. Above the Jamryongbang.

If it was Yongun, if it was Yongun with the memories of the devil, then it was a mountain that he had to overcome.

“Let’s continue. Are there any more left?”

“You damn punk. Why don’t you take a shit?”

Punggae lifted the phoenix with his left hand. However, unlike before, the ‘path’ was not clearly visible. It was because the martial arts had been read.

“It’s been a few days since I used the Ta-gae-sim method. Are you saying that there is no more turbid energy in your body? Are you saying that you have completely transformed?”

“There is no reason to say anything.”

“I need to gather more information about the demon. That madman left something strange behind.”

Again, the hand and the seal became entangled.

**

[Take good care of your body.]

These were the words of Pung-gae, who had hit the final third shot. Pung-gae, who had taken Yong-un’s pulse on his wrist while he had fallen, uttered his flag once again.

[This… blood. It must be artificial. It must be the great law of the devil. If the information of this body leaks to the evil faction, or even to the righteous faction, you will be dissected immediately. Or you will be tortured to reveal the secrets of this great law. Be careful.]

I really need to find out more information about the magician. Those were Poonggae’s last words.

His whole body was sore. Even though he had only been hit in three places, his bones still rang and his muscles were weak. However, Yongwoon knew that these were growing pains. Every day when he woke up, his body had changed.

Growth after the Great Law has accelerated.

As Yongwoon returned to the inn, his whole body aching, what awaited him was… a strange combination.

“Are you here?”

Maehwageombong and Dokgoguwol. Only those two remained in the inn, waiting for Yongwoon.

“hmm.”

Yongwoon closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again. It was because his head hurt. It wasn’t because of the method of breaking the spell.

“Why are you waiting so long for that beautiful woman who came to find you?”

I wanted to hit the forehead of the noisy Dokgo Guwol.

“Gyu-rin.”

“I think it’s too much. If I leave like that, I won’t know what happened between me and Poonggae. I feel like I don’t have enough affection for him even though we have a relationship up until now.”

“Oh my, do we call each other by our names?”

Dokgo Guwol pretending to be surprised – no, he was actually quite surprised inside.

‘You and that swordsman call each other by their first names?’

Yongwoon’s avoidance of meeting Geombong was largely intentional. He knew all too well how dangerous empty, empty fame could be.

Now- For some reason, there was no one on the first floor of the inn, but the scene when Geombong came to the inn and waited was clearly visible.

The rumor of who she came all the way here to see would spread throughout Hanam by tomorrow.

“…What are you?”

“You were saying ‘Eunhye’ or something earlier, but now you’re looking at me like that? It’s a little disappointing.”

Dokgo Guwol, who was gesturing exaggeratedly, still had a bottle of alcohol in his hand. His eyes were wide open, and it seemed that he had faithfully followed Yongwoon’s advice.

“I was wondering why the Geombong Sohyeop was waiting for the Yong gangster. But now that I’ve seen them calling each other by their names, I can’t disappear anymore.”

“Wouldn’t that help your appearance?”

Ambiguous words. Dokgo Guwol flinched a little.

‘…I didn’t say anything special or secret. But what you just said…’

“…They’re pigs anyway, so as long as they do what they’re told, there won’t be any problems.”

He speaks roughly and answers roughly. Yongwoon doesn’t know what’s going on with Dokgo Guwol. However, he can make inferences.

Yongwoon sat down, sighing.

“When I was in Gwangseo, I happened to help Feng Kai execute him. Feng Kai wanted to repay me for that. I just received the reward.”

“…What? If it’s a wind chime, then if my head isn’t wrong, it’s the Ark of Openness. That kind of person is repaying you?”

“exactly.”

“…”

Dokgo Guwol blinked for a moment. What did I just hear? Now that I think about it.

‘Chilhal… no. Sixhal? No, one hour?’

Dokgo Guwol’s head started to hurt. What did Yongdu Bangju teach him that his skills suddenly improved so much?

The swordsman smiled faintly.

“Your prayers have stabilized. Congratulations.”

“I just had a small realization. The Heavenly Sword before my eyes helped me. I do not lie. If there is anyone in need of treatment, regardless of where you are, please tell me at any time. I will treat them.”

“Who is that creepy hand supposed to heal… I hope it doesn’t kill them.”

“I hope you don’t take the words of Cheonjageom Sohyeop lightly.”

Geombong knew Yongun’s skills. Heungaeui’s treatment of Seon-gol. Who was the doctor he had inherited. That’s why she knew how precious a coincidence the words that just came out of Yongun’s mouth were.

But it wasn’t Dokgo Guwol. Geombong’s bright and confident eyes were absurd and embarrassing. It was natural.

The story about Seon-gol, the story about the disciple of the demon. It was all top secret. No, right now, Poong-gae was contemplating whether to report that information as top secret. There was no way Dokgo Gu-wol would know.

In Dokgo Guwol’s eyes, Yongwoon was… an arrogant eccentric with a strange side. He was the one who caught Geombong’s attention.

“Hmm. Okay. I… remember.”

So, Guwol’s head couldn’t help but hurt more and more.

‘I just came here to be friendly with a weirdo who looks like a parachute, did I make a mistake?’

That thought suddenly occurred to me and I immediately agreed.