Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 49



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Silence (2)

When asked to name the martial arts of the best swordsman in the martial arts world, Dokgo Gugeom is often mentioned. Dokgo Jinhan’s deep knowledge was his own, and Dokgo Gugeom contained the best swordsman’s secrets from the very beginning.

The martial arts of the second-in-command. If asked to choose, everyone would choose the shaman. After seeing the enemy’s advance, they subdue him. Many of the shamans of the shamans were like that. Martial arts for subduing.

However, that was not the only thing that existed.

Goosebumps ran through Yongwoon’s entire body. The ink on the tip of the sword slowly formed a circle like a brush.

The black circle did not fade. Even though the black had already passed, the inky energy did not disappear, but continued to flow and move.

The energy of heaven and earth was flowing into that circle. It was divine power. Just as Jahashin power was, the existence of divine power allowed even low-level warriors to draw out the energy of nature.

The speed of the circle being created was slow. However, the energy contained in the circle was unusual. Yongwoon immediately kicked the ground.

It’s dangerous. That’s what I thought.

Just before the sword returned to its starting point, Yongwoon leaped right next to Jang Hanbaek. The circle faced forward. Even though Yongwoon was next to him, and was able to react, Jang Hanbaek continued the circle, and Yongwoon thrust his sword at his side.

Throw!

It didn’t reach. The fist, which had come a certain distance, ‘stopped.’

It felt different from the counterattack of the Ihwa grafting that Jang Han-baek had just performed. At that time, it was as if my feet were paralyzed and stuck in a swamp, and no matter how much strength I exerted, I couldn’t move.

Now Yongwoon’s arm was losing its energy to the huge flow.

The strength and energy contained within the stopped fist were all caught up in the huge flow outside the fist. The breath that should have been pushed inside Mukseong’s body was flying towards the huge circle in front of Mukseong that had not disappeared.

Get sucked in.

The circle continued to turn. The dark ink did not disappear, but continued to turn on its own, little by little, faster and faster.

“Ugh…”

Someone’s sigh. The black silence stopped. But the circle continued to flow, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth along with the energy of Yongun.

At both ends of the continuously moving circle, new streams of ink began to bloom. When the two streams that slowly rose from the inside of the spinning circle met each other, it was the Tai Chi.

Kuung! Yongwoon instinctively drew out all his internal energy and created a self-defense weapon. At the same time, a huge wave of power poured down from the Taegeuk towards him.

Kwaaaaaaaang! The arena shook with an intangible energy. An ear-piercing cracking sound, a vibration that shook the entire body. A huge roar that could be heard even outside the arena, and dust covered the entire unarmed area.

“Dead, are you dead?”

I didn’t see anything. All I saw was – my whole body suddenly trembled, my ears became blocked, and I couldn’t see my unarmed body. The general audience, even the unmanned people, couldn’t properly see what had just happened.

The VIP seats were different.

‘What a tremendous achievement…!’

Dangho. The head of the Sacheon Dang family sighed inwardly.

‘At such a young age, the Taegeuk Hye Sword is so powerful. To make the Taegeuk combined with the Cheonpil Sword so powerful…’

Even among the martial arts called divine arts, the reasons were different. Some were so that anyone, regardless of age or gender, could become a peerless master just by learning them, and just by breathing, one’s energy would build up and one’s strength would increase.

The reason why Taegeuk Hyegeom was a divine skill was simple. Its power.

It absorbs all the energy directed towards me, along with the energy of heaven and earth. And returns it back to me as is, or even more powerfully.

It’s fraudulent. However, that doesn’t mean that Taegeuk Hyegeom is an easy martial art to learn. It’s difficult. Very difficult. If you were to choose the greatest martial arts of all time, the ones that would come out would be Jang Sam-bong, Dharma, and Cheonma.

The Taegeuk Hye Sword was the best sword Jang Sam-bong made and his last sword. Taegeuk (太極). In the legend, it is said that when Jang Sam-bong mastered the Taegeuk Hye Sword, there was no one who could even touch him with a finger.

Such a legendary martial art. Although Dangho was younger than Hyeonhwajinin, he had witnessed the Taegeuk Hyegeom that he had used when he was young.

He was around the age of Mukseong, and could not even complete the Taegeuk.

‘Whihan…’

Dangho’s expression darkened. Dangga was clearly the best family in the world. However, it was not the best school in the world.

It wasn’t a position he had achieved on his own. The downfall of Namgung and Nak, the success of his sister… Dangho shook his head.

The dust gradually disappeared as it was blown by the wind.

Even though I couldn’t see it, I was worried that Yongwoon might be dead. There was a reason for that power. However, as the dust disappeared and the unarmed man emerged, Jang Hanbaek and Yongwoon were standing on one side of the unarmed man who looked like a giant snake was wreaking havoc.

“Huh!”

“You dodged it!”

The audience that had been shouting stopped. Yong-un’s appearance was indescribable. Black martial arts uniform. The neat black martial arts uniform without any words was torn to shreds here and there as if it had been swept by a typhoon, and blood was flowing from Yong-un’s temple.

Blood flowed from my mouth again. I couldn’t avoid it. I barely managed to hold on, barely, by squeezing all my body’s strength.

“amazing.”

Mukseong said so sincerely. He did not lack internal energy. Most of what he used was the energy of heaven and earth and dragon and cloud. He was fine, just his mental power was consumed. It was the majesty of divine energy.

“You’re holding up.”

“…”

Yongwoon didn’t open his mouth. He didn’t even have the energy to do so. He used his twitching fingers to feel the acupoints on his body and treat his internal injuries.

I saw many things. I saw Gyu-rin’s darkened expression, and Sung-mu-ha clenching his hands tightly. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Jang Hanbaek didn’t wait for him. There was no need to show him the Taegeuk Hye Sword twice. There were too many eyes watching his secret weapon right now.

As he took a step forward, Jang Han-baek was in front of Yong-un’s nose.

Je-un-jong (梯雲縱). With a gentle movement, a sword fell from above. A second of the Chilseong-geom (七星劍). Yong-un, who had forcibly raised his internal energy, gritted his teeth and dodged the sword.

“Coolook…!”

Blood was flowing out. The blood vessels that had been blocked with acupuncture needles were becoming noisy again due to the violent movement.

The sword that had been thrust downwards extended its diagonal line again. The sword slanted upwards. Yong-un jumped upwards as the sword aimed above his knees.

The sword snapped immediately after him. Sword standing up was impossible. The ghostly movements of the Gui Ling Bo certainly made it possible, but if he were to step on the sword filled with the silent sword energy, he would be torn to pieces.

The judgment was quick, but the sword was even faster. I avoided the sword by twisting my body in the air, but the tip of the sword lightly cut my ankle.

He stepped back. The back of his right ankle. He stomped hard on the ground and acupunctured. He could show off his skills to that extent, but he couldn’t overcome his silence to that extent.

Jang Hanbaek approached again, scattering the light of his sword. The sword that had risen up fell again, and the light energy that followed it turned into a black energy and poured down on Yongwoon.

It was as if black stars were pouring down. Yong-un’s bloodshot eyes saw the whole scene. It was brutal. It hurt. It was tiring. But he didn’t give up.

Thud! There was no proper defensive technique to counter the qigong. I just foolishly wrapped my hands around the qi and destroyed them one by one. I dodged the sword qi pouring down like shooting stars with my sword, and also destroyed them.

The sword was lowered and the upper body of the silent one was empty, but the sword energy remained. So, all I could do was watch as the sword was retrieved and brought out again.

Seven-Star Sword. It was a sword technique created to serve the Big Dipper. The Big Dipper is a god who mediates human lifespan. The last technique was Salcho, which is rare in the shaman sect.

So I didn’t use it. What came out was just a normal stabbing.

The sword pierced Yongwoon’s side. Yongwoon gritted his teeth. A familiar battle. The Sixth Clan. In terms of internal energy, in terms of martial arts, everything was lacking.

“Ugh…!”

He ignored the pain caused by being hit by the real sword. Because he was hit by the sword, the distance was reached. Yongwoon’s hand reached out. He tightened the sword with the muscles of his side, and Yongwoon’s left hand wrapped around Mukseong’s right arm.

Mukseong was not a man of the Yin blood pavilion. He was stronger and more alert. Yongun’s five fingers occupied Mukseong’s right arm. At the same time, his arm became stiff and he felt an unknown burning pain in his acupuncture point, but he did not panic.

He also grabbed Yongun’s spear with his left hand.

Hands touch. Jang Han-baek, who had been gently tightening his left hand like a snake, untied it and spread out his golden threads in the same way.

Tiger Claw Hand. The history of shamans is as long as that of Shaolin. They not only have swordsmanship, and Geumnasu and Mukseong did not neglect their training.

Slowly, each finger is released. It is a fight between Yong-un, who has severe internal injuries and blood vessels that were disrupted after being stabbed by a sword, and Muk-seong, who is in good health.

Mukseong’s right arm was freed from the restraint, and at the same time, Taecheongganggi gently expelled the karma energy within the blood vessel out of his body.

The five elements accumulated in his body absorbed his vital energy, healed his blood vessels’ wounds, and supplied his danjeon with endless internal energy.

Even in the midst of all this, your hands were entangled. Mukseong put down his sword without hesitation. Ta-aang! The sword fell to the ground, splattering blood, and your hands were entangled.

“Ohhhhh!”

Gold Natsu. Even though they are the same gold natsu, their basic tones are clearly different. Hojosu is a bright and upright gold natsu. If the enemy uses internal energy, it is soft enough to escape, and it is a gold natsu that only firmly suppresses and does not kill.

Yongun’s golden hands were not so soft and gentle. They attacked without hesitation and were only there to finish off the enemy. They were fierce and fast, trying to devour the enemy and aim for their blood and energy.

The hands clapped. There was no limitation to internal energy. The speed of the hands, the strength, everything was in the Silence’s favor.

Yongwoon’s hand gradually swelled.

The two techniques of grafting with a single root and the four limbs of the four limbs of the four limbs are the same for most Geumnasoo, and Yongun is no different. However, in the case of shamans, these two techniques permeate all martial arts.

Dozens of seconds passed. There were a few scary and dangerous enemies, but Jang Hanbaek did not give in. The overwhelming amount of internal energy made it all possible.

Thump, once. Yong-un’s left hand stiffened for a moment during the half-breath. Jang Han-baek did not miss that moment. The right hand that had hit his wrist with the back of his hand quickly became a palm and struck Yong-un’s chest.

Kuung!

Cotton Palm. A technique that makes the opponent’s insides shake, just like its simple name. Blood and saliva were spit out as the dragon flew backwards.

“Cough…!”

Jang Han-baek looked at his hand. It was cold. There was pain. Compared to Yong-un’s condition, it was extremely minor, but the fact that it ‘touched’ was enough to surprise Jang Han-baek.

It hasn’t even been a year since I came to Hanam. Even so, I’ve achieved this much. If we meet again in five years, ten years.

He shook his head. He too would go forward. He picked up his sword and turned around, trying to go out unarmed.

“Where are you going?”

Jang Han-baek’s expression hardened. The village head had definitely entered. By now, he should have fainted from the blood vessels in his body and the boiling energy.

When I turned around, I saw Yongwoon staggering to his feet, bleeding from all over his body.

“Are you insulting me?”

Jang Han-baek looked at the back of my hand. We met eyes. And, for a moment, I was overwhelmed. The ominous aura in his eyes. I was overwhelmed by that aura.

Madness. Unbreakable. Unbreakable. No matter how high the wall is and how hopeless it is, he grits his teeth and bends his body to survive.

The tantrum. The magic expressed by Poonggae was accurate. The audience was in an uproar. Even from a distance, Yongwoon’s condition was critical. He was forming a puddle of blood, and of course, his complexion was as pale as a ghost.

“Gwisu Gongja Sohyeop, I think this is too much-”

The Seven Swordsman who had been speaking closed his mouth. He also knew that Muin and Yongun were not listening to his voice.

“How did it happen?”

“Do you think I don’t know the mayor? And you’re telling me I’m the one who’s in charge of the council?”

Huh, Yongwoon spat out blood-mixed saliva. Half of it was right, but the other half was the power of the Great Hwandan. After eating the Great Hwandan and entering the extremely powerful Samhwachwijeong, his physical strength and regenerative power became extraordinary.

Of course, it wasn’t possible to stop the sword of silence to that extent.

His body was close to being indestructible. That was the only reason he could endure this much. An ordinary sword would only leave a small bloodstain, but his body was split like tofu by the sword of silence.

‘Is that how it became tofu instead of water?’

I laughed with a slightly dazed mind,

His hands slowly ran over my body.

Thump, thump, tuttuk.

Every time his fingers touched a different part of his body, blood pooled in Yongwoon’s mouth. Black blood. But when he spat it out again, the blood stopped flowing from the wound on his side and his prayers became calm.

Silence did not make any moves. It was either a surprising medical feat or an obvious stopgap measure. If he raised his internal energy just once, if he took just one step, he would immediately collapse with a spurt of blood.

“This stage is a no-win situation. It’s not a life or death situation. If you push yourself too hard there, the results could be irreversible.”

Yongwoon laughed at Jang Hanbaek’s words. He laughed so hard with his face flushed with blood, sending goosebumps down the bodies of several of the audience. It was indeed a face that fit the words ghost and prince.

“Bimura… Isn’t it funny when you say that? Do you think of this as just a fight between you and me?”

Jang Hanbaek kept his mouth shut. No. Every move he made was directly connected to the prestige and power of the sect. To him, every move was like a test.

“Life…”

Yongwoon muttered. His reasoning was not clouded. It was extremely cool and cold.

There is no need to use it. Regardless of how Jang Han-baek accepts this secret weapon, Yong-un will not gain much material benefit from defeating Jang Han-baek.

But you have to write it. Why?

‘Because I want it.’

You can reach the stars. There was no reason not to take risks. After all, you had to stand in the sky.

Hesitation is gone. Waste. Consume. I won’t.

Lose nothing, or die.

I will risk my life, just like I always have.

Yongwoon’s two hands moved in a slightly unique way.

The index and middle fingers of the right hand pressed the temple, and the thumb of the left hand touched the Okdang point.

At that moment, Yongwoon’s momentum changed abruptly.

The opening of the Eight Gates.

It was a merit of calling upon the living.