Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 44



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The Sword of Heaven vs. the Plum Blossom Sword

“Aren’t you going to call me a slut?”

A day passed. In the morning at the convention center, only he and Yongwoon were in the waiting room for Dokgo Guwol.

Outside, the introduction of the Seven Swordsmen continued with cheers. The Cheonjageom, the Plum Blossom Sword Peak. The praise was mainly for the Plum Blossom Sword Peak.

“It seems even more foolish to ask such a question. What makes it foolish?”

“Aren’t you trying to hit a rock with an egg?”

“Yongbongjihoe, that’s what Bimu is saying. How many opportunities are there to face someone better than me without dying? And.”

Yongwoon said, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean, the guy who was running away is getting hit by something?”

Dokgo Guwol laughed. That shameless guy may be straightforward, but he was by no means a bad person.

“Aren’t you the one running away?”

“What?”

“You and Geombong are close friends, but is it okay for us to be like this?”

“If Gyu-rin beats you and advances to the next match, wouldn’t it be logical for her to be in your waiting room?”

“…”

“And she told me to go see you myself. So I just followed.”

“You really don’t know a woman’s heart.”

“What the hell.”

“Okay.”

Dokgo Guwol stood up from his seat. He was laughing and joking, but his eyes were stiff.

He goes to fight with that plum blossom swordsman. To the best swordsman of the Hwasan faction, a true talent who picked up the sword at the age of five and became the direct disciple of the plum blossom swordsman at the age of eight. To that wall that kept blocking him and giving him despair.

“Have a nice trip.”

The last words are short. They tremble. He must go, even though he knows he will lose. His steps are heavy. The air is cold.

Yongwoon, who was looking at her back, thought for a moment and then suddenly opened his mouth.

“Think about your father’s wisdom.”

Dokgo Guwol looked back. Yongwoon continued speaking.

“Even if there are ten thousand swords, in the end only one sword is meaningful.”

Yongun thought of the sword of the volcano.

“Change and illusion, aren’t they the main secrets of the Volcano Sword? Perhaps there are no martial arts whose compatibility changes according to sword techniques as much as the Dokgogu Sword and the Volcano Sword Technique.”

A sword that deceives the enemy’s eyes and strikes at their weak points, and a sword that finds and destroys the true beginning of a sword.

Dokgo Guwol chuckled.

“This is not comforting at all. Isn’t there a difference in swordsmanship?”

“That’s also funny. Plum Blossom Sword acknowledged Plum Blossom Sword, and Sword Lord acknowledged you. Are their situations different?”

Yongwoon waved his hand, and Dokgo Guwol walked again. Yongwoon’s words continued to be heard from behind him.

“It’s better not to think of defeat as defeat. The wall is there for you to overcome, and if you overcome it, it’s no different from your victory.”

“That son of a bitch.”

As Dokgo Guwol spoke like that, his steps became a little lighter.

The cheers gradually grew louder. The door opened, and light shone on Dokgo Guwol’s face. Maehwageombong was standing unarmed first, waiting for him.

Pressure. The thick pressure once again took Dokgo Guwol’s breath away.

I’m used to being blocked by a wall. But because I’m used to it, I’m even more tired of it, and because I’m tired of it, I don’t look at the wall.

Dokgo Kyung-han’s suggestion to give up his job as the head of the household and have fun… In fact, the reason he accepted the suggestion was because he wanted to be comfortable.

“…”

Is that really so?

Even before and after receiving his uncle’s offer, he never put down his sword. He swung his sword every time, reading the thoughts, from places unseen.

When I saw Hwangbo Jinheon and Yongun’s secret fight, my heart raced. I was filled with desire, and I wanted to pick up the sword I had left behind and jump onto the secret fight right away.

When the prince offered him the Thousand-Year-Old Sword, he did not accept it. He wanted to fight with the Plum Blossom Sword Phoenix more than the Thousand-Year-Old Sword.

“…haha!”

The pressure gradually disappeared. My hands were shaking, but the rising elation and excitement made me hold on to my hands and the sword inside them.

Emperor, Sword. Son of Heaven, Son of the Sword Lord. These nicknames also took Dokgo Guwol’s breath away.

It doesn’t matter. After all, being the Emperor means that his blood flows through my veins, and he has acknowledged me.

You just have to bump into it.

The smile on Geombong’s face softened. She could see that the worry had disappeared from her opponent’s face.

“Thank you.”

“What?”

Dokgo Guwol stood lightly on the unarmed stage, and two inspectors raised their swords. The cheers of the crowd, and the gazes of my cousin and uncle were all erased. Dokgo Guwol’s field of vision narrowed. All he could see was his opponent.

“Take it easy.”

“yes?”

“If the battle is over and I collapse, won’t Yongwoon come to me again?”

Geombong’s face turned slightly red,

“start!”

The sword was extended.

Mae-gae-ido (梅開利導). Quick sword. The sword that stabbed quickly aimed at Dok-go Gu-wol’s Myeong-chi.

“Ugh!”

The sword that he had barely managed to lift struck another sword. Despite the swiftness of the sword, Dokgo Guwol’s hand felt numb.

‘It’s invisible.’

When learning Dokgogugeom, the first thing you learn is the sword breaking method. Finding the breaking points of each type of sword that extends from the upper, middle, and lower blades is the first thing you learn and the thing you see the most.

But it was still invisible. When I came to my senses in the upper world, the sword was already stabbing me. Even though they were in the same realm, the difference in technique was vast.

The sword that was struck did not retreat. The sword that slowly floated upward distorted. An afterimage unfolded.

An afterimage was created from the sword that stretched into the sky, and nine swords were dimly visible.

Dokgo Guwol opened his eyes wide.

‘Look!’

Also, it is invisible.

Nine swords fall at the same time. They are all aimed at different Dokgo Guwol’s bodies, and Dokgo Guwol grits his teeth.

Twenty-Four Hand Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

Plum Blossom Sword had already mastered the most famous sword technique of the volcano long ago. The herbivore method had been destroyed, and the set order had no meaning to her.

Because it is a great success, even if it is the same beginning, if the enemy responds, it becomes an illusion and deceives the enemy, and if the enemy cannot respond, it becomes a mountain and all the swords become true grass.

The sword of Dokgo Guwol moves. There is no such thing as a herbivore in Dokgo Guwol’s sword. It only destroys, destroys.

Whoosh! Dokgo Guwol’s sword moved. Of the nine swords, six disappeared after being struck by his sword.

I responded. But because I was clumsy, the remaining three swords all became True Cho.

Phew! I twisted my body, but not completely. The sword swept over my shoulder, inside my thigh, and my side.

I jumped backwards. At the same time, blood followed and fell to the ground.

“shit…”

How can you break something that you can’t even see? Maehwageombong stood still. Dokgoguwol said with a distorted face.

“It’s an insult.”

Plum Blossom Sword nodded. She was not young. She knew that sympathy for the other person would soon turn into humiliation.

She took a step, and the plum blossoms bloomed.

Plum blossom petals made of qi (氣) spread out around her. With each step she took, plum blossoms bloomed and piled up in her footsteps.

“Oh…”

“That’s the Plum Blossom Sword Technique…”

The elasticity increases. Everyone is looking only at her.

The plum blossom petals fluttering in the sky, the petals piled up on the ground, all of them stopped moving when she raised her sword.

Kung! Dokgo Guwol rushed in first. The whole body’s mind rang an alarm.

The sword with the plum blossoms drawn on it refers to Dokgo Guwol.

The blades of energy poured down. All the plum blossom petals flew like blades. The beautiful and fragrant scent of the plum blossoms, at this moment only, had a bloody smell.

Plum Blossom Blood Rain

He grabbed his sword. It was Qigong. Dokgo Guwol’s sword spun around. Sword energy also extended from his sword.

Tata tata tang! The tiles clashed and they were destroyed. However, not all of the plum blossom petals were destroyed, so Dokgo Guwol had to personally swing his sword to destroy the last of them.

The energy of Samhwachuijeong is much more stable than that of Oehyeongyeong, but it cannot be called a strong energy. However, there is a difference in the firmness of the energy and the firmness of the intention.

Plum Blossom Sword, who had been holding his sword still, stepped on the law. He swung his sword cleanly at him as he was removing the last flower petal. Barely, Dokgo Guwol was able to escape. Even so, it was too late.

Phew! I dodged, but the wound remained. Blood spurted out heavily from the wound that tore through my chest, and I swung my sword carelessly to try to knock away the plum blossom sword, but- she didn’t fall.

Maehyangseongryu (梅香成流). The sword distorted mysteriously like the fragrance of plum blossoms forming waves, and while Dokgo Guwol’s sword was already out, Maehwageombong pulled his sword back.

There’s no stopping it. The sword extends. Phew! The sword stabs my chest very lightly.

Black, not pierced. This is a sword. But anyone there – could tell that the sword had just ended with the plum blossom sword.

The situation in the hand. Dokgo Kyung-han openly laughed at his nephew. What a idiot. If he had offered even a thousand-year-old sewer, he wouldn’t have killed him right away.

The fight was short. It was natural. Dokgo Guwol was unable to even respond to the powerful Hwasan’s martial arts, and Maehwa Geombong was superior to him in every way.

“It can’t be helped. The Sword of Heaven… In the end, it wasn’t passed down.”

“He’s not an ordinary person, but he still has the talent of a swordsman…”

Dokgo Guwol’s ears did not hear the audience’s sympathetic words. He had lost a lot of blood. He was in a daze.

The sword touched my chest, and the pain, my mind became hazy. My forgotten memories returned.

He had few memories of his father. However, because they were few, they were faint but precious, and they were still hidden inside him.

Wooden sword. He was holding a very small wooden sword that a child could hold, and he swung the sword innocently at his father. A child who had come to fruition late, Dokgo Jinhan looked at his son warmly, unlike his cold and arrogant face in the Central Plains.

Thump, Dokgo Jinhan’s fingers touched Dokgo Guwol’s chest. Dokgo Jinhan smiled and said.

[I lost again. I guess I have to memorize the Thousand Character Classic today.]

The young Dokgo Guwol’s face became sad. Then, it brightened up. He swung his wooden sword.

Bam! The wooden sword touched Dokgo Jinhan’s elbow.

[I won!]

[Son, didn’t my sword touch you first?]

[You won’t die if you touch it! If Dad gets hit, you win!]

It was a child’s stubbornness. Dokgo Jinhan’s face, which had been looking at her cutely, gradually became strange.

[…even if you get hit, you won’t die. Yes, a herbivore is one that contains everything from the beginning to the end. Even this is a herbivore…]

Dokgo Guwol tilted his head as he looked at his father, who was suddenly muttering. He lowered his hands, straightened his back, and muttered while looking at the sky.

[Before, during, after… In the end, the black one exists to win, and what must be cut and broken is not the enemy, but defeat…]

Whoosh! A strange wind blew, forcing Dokgo Guwol to close his eyes tightly. His bangs were blown back by the wind, and he too stumbled for a moment.

“Oh, oh,” he said, and as he was about to fall back, his father gently caught him.

Dokgo Guwol tilted his head again. Something… had changed?

My father was smiling. His mouth was drawn wide and truly sincere. His eyes were filled with joy, and his love for his son was clearly expressed.

“You are teaching me.”

My mind returns. What I see before my eyes is not my father, but a sword, and a plum blossom sword.

Slowly reality changes.

“The existence of a herbivore divides before, during, and after, but also combines them, and that is why it is weak.”

A line is drawn. Along with the line, reality, like an afterimage, breaks and cracks like glass.

In every cracked reality, the same, yet similar, scene was depicted.

A voice comes to my ear. It is a deep, middle-aged voice that is familiar yet unfamiliar, deeply missed yet warm.

It is not an afterimage. It is not an illusion. It is a future full of countless possibilities that will unfold.

“Destruction. The Dokgogu Sword is simply destruction. It destroys the knots contained in all things, breaks the chain, and unifies the future.”

A start – the plum blossom swordsman who was about to draw his sword – the Seven Swordsman who was about to declare her victory – all felt their pores turn red.

It’s dangerous.

The last insight was Dokgo Jinhan’s and mine. The insight, unwritten but engraved, leaked out from Dokgo Guwol’s mouth.

“Dokgogugeom is a sword that determines one’s own future.”

Among the countless realities in the broken windows, Dokgo Gugeom chose one future.

The very last chapter of the emergency, the last blank page where no conclusions were drawn.

[I look forward to seeing your sword.]

The future will soon become reality.

The sword dashed forward like lightning, scattering light. Plum Blossom Sword Phoenix, who had stabbed the sword, quickly pulled back to avoid the sword, and Dokgo Guwol stepped forward, stepping on his own blood.

Plum Blossom Sword’s expression hardened. His momentum, his momentum, changed.

Dokgo Guwol muttered.

“Watch carefully, father…”