Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 82



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Little finger. It’s the little finger. With the power that only extended from the little finger, the two factions’ best reviewers couldn’t do anything.

The only consolation Yongwoon had was that he woke up half a day earlier than Dokgo Guwol.

Dokgo Guwol stared at the fire with a blank expression. Feeling the vast difference firsthand made it seem even more real.

“Was it too much?”

Kwon-Jun crossed his arms and laughed heartily. Dokgo Gu-Wol, who had come to his senses, shook his head.

“No. I just realized that I was arrogant.”

“Yeah, yeah, you have to know how to come out of the comfortable flower garden.”

Yeom Cheon-seong quietly recalled his memories from that time.

In the fist of the formless spirit, the only thing that held power was the little finger. However, even that little finger looked like a mountain to Yongwoon.

It looks like Mt. Tai. Yong-un felt another comfort in that. Ants do not know the greatness of Mt. Tai. Yong-un had the knowledge to know the greatness of Mt. Tai.

That was about it.

“Okay, can you follow along?”

Yongwoon shook his head at Kwonjon’s question.

“Gyeongcheon (驚天) is first, then Gyocheon (攪天) is second. Then Bungcheon (崩天) is third.”

There was no one in the world of martial arts who did not know Kwon-Jun’s Pacheon Kwon. What Yong-Un learned from Ma-Ui was that he had expanded his existing Four Fists into Five Fists.

Pacheon (破天). It was the name of the Four Books. Those who directly observed the Five Books all acknowledged its origin, so Yongwoon was also curious.

Just by looking at Kwon-Jun’s expression, I knew he wouldn’t tell me easily.

“Get up right away.”

Dokgo Guwol said with shining eyes. Yongwoon nodded. Kwonjon asked with a smile still on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s okay. I saw it.”

Dokgo Guwol’s eyes also shone mysteriously. Dokgo Gugeom. Dokgo Guwol and Dokgo Jinhan thought of Dokgo Gugeom as ‘the sword that sees the future.’

Countless futures are reflected like shards of broken glass, and one of those futures is ‘selected’. Dokgo Guwol, who realized the swordsmanship of directly determining the future, shared this insight with Yongwoon, and thus their eyes were similar.

“Did you see something?”

“I saw it. This hopeless future is even worse than the sword.”

Sword Dragon, Dokgo Guwol stuck out his tongue and said. The Plum Blossom Sword Peak’s Jashin attack was terrible. It was impossible to handle. It could not be avoided or blocked.

The will of the Kwon-Jun did not even have the will to do so. Just as a person is helpless in the face of the wrath of nature, he only felt like putting down his sword.

‘But I didn’t let go.’

Seeing the passion burning in Dokgo Guwol’s eyes, Kwonjon also stood up from his seat.

He just pulled out my little finger and wiggled it.

“Let’s try again.”

A blue iris appeared in Yongwoon’s eyes again.

A sense of oppression. Absolute will once again blossoms above Kwon-Jun’s head. A fist. That fist opens the little finger, and all the power except that part is sucked back into Kwon-Jun.

‘How much would it be for a little finger?’

Will it work? How far will it take to stop Kwon-Jun’s power to do his work?

Mansalbugoe. The two thousand-year-old guards could not stop his advance. Did Mansalbugoe give it his all at that time?

‘…’

Let’s forget about thoughts. It’s as Kwon-Jun said. You have to look at the stairs in front of you, the achievements in front of you. Didn’t you feel it already during your silence?

If you climb the stairs, you will cross the mountain and reach the sky.

“Can you see it?”

“…If it’s an intangible device, I can’t see it yet. However, a certain feeling is hitting my whole body. Yes, a feeling of helplessness. It’s the feeling I had when I first saw the Five Mountains.”

Dokgo Guwol is still in Samhwachwijeong. His limitation after opening the upper chamber was recognizing the existence of the formless machine. No, just estimating its size was amazing.

What should he do? Yongwoon had experience blocking the formless energy. If he recognized the existence of the formless energy while keeping his internal energy outside his body, he could shake it off.

But it wasn’t the formless period of Kwon-Jun.

‘…My method doesn’t work on the invisible world.’

What Yongwoon’s eyes see is the movement of muscles and bones. Using his experience of seeing countless body movements and martial arts, he read the subtle movements of the muscles, and the enemy’s attack unfolded in a line.

The flow of energy was also like that. Ultimately, energy is released through energy and blood. That’s how you can ‘tear’ the enemy’s energy apart.

It was not an intangible entity. It was a non-existent energy. It was an idea that came out of the body. Can thoughts be torn apart? Such an entity should not exist in this world. It means an impossible, unconventional statement.

…No. Why not set limits?

Yongwoon looked at the giant fist for a moment.

Is it possible to break the sky? Is it common sense to say that the sky is wrong and that you are the only one who is right in this world?

‘…ah.’

Intention, realm.

The existence of the unmanned and the human beings each live in a world different from the outside of their bodies in their minds. In that mind, anyone can become the best in the world, the best in the past and present, and can break the heavens and go beyond them.

The existence of will comes from the mind. When it accumulates in the mind, it becomes imagination, and when it comes out to the body, it becomes action.

Turning imagination into action. Martial arts was about making the imagination of destroying the sky and cutting down mountains into reality.

Martial arts are drawing a picture of doubt with the ink of energy (氣) and the brush of will (意) on the canvas of reality.

Tearing. Yongwoon stared at Kwonjon’s little finger.

Tear it.

“September.”

“hmm?”

“Can you feel the outline of the power?”

“Yeah, that’s all-”

“Think of the whole thing as one Go board. Cut where I send the sound.”

Dokgo Guwol kept his mouth shut. He trusted Yongwoon. If he said that, there had to be a reason.

“Are you ready?”

“Okay.”

“okay.”

The little finger of the mind began to move as if it was going to crush Yongwoon and Dokgo Guwol. Their whole bodies tightened. The enormous pressure bound their entire bodies, but Dokgo Guwol did not let go of his sword, and Yongwoon opened his eyes wide.

It’s torn. Is there such a thing as impossible? After death, a new life was given, and I saw the sky.

Tear it.

What is there that cannot be torn apart, whether it be a thought, an idea, or the emanation of the unity of heaven and man?

His eyes were bloodshot and burning. Behind Dokgo Guwol, his hands were seen shaking.

I can see it. Lines and knots were drawn. In the huge and violent power of the little finger, a very, very thin and faint line and the dots that make up the line were visible.

The place where two points are connected is a line.

Just before the little finger pressed down on Dokgo Guwol’s body, Yongwoon sent a telegram.

[From the upper right corner to the small eye.]

With a clank, Dokgo Guwol’s sword moved immediately.

Courage. It’s like Dangrang swinging his hand at a human’s finger. Dokgo Guwol had that kind of courage.

Dokgo Guwol swung his sword towards an invisible force, and there was a sensation.

Kaaaaang! Dokgo Guwol’s eyes grew wide.

The countless futures in his eyes were all darkness. All he could see was a future that would kneel before an irresistible, absolute power.

It was a future that was produced solely by his power. However, when he swung his sword, a single future flashed for a moment, illuminating the landscape.

It was a very brief moment.

[From the left flower point to the right lower corner large external view]

The hand holding the sword was shaking. My wrist was throbbing as if it was going to break, and the blade was visibly damaged.

It felt like he was holding a thousand-pound rock with one hand. But even so, even though the pain spread throughout his body and even though his bones screamed, Dokgo Guwol swung his sword.

It felt like cutting through the eternal iron. However, if you apply force, the sword will definitely move.

Kaaaaang!

ah.

Once again, this time five shards blinked, slower and brighter than before.

The force that touched the sword showed off its weight. The blade was broken, the blood vessels were reversed, but the force ‘stopped.’

It is like Dangrang blocking the human fingers that were trying to crush him to death, or like stopping a mountain falling towards him with his sword.

‘Is there really that much of a difference?’

Dokgo Guwol smiled in pain. There was a difference between Yongwoon and himself. There was a difference in their eyes and in their realm.

It was fun. I became friends with this guy, so I could watch from the side, watch from behind, and try to catch up.

He caught up. Dokgo Guwol didn’t miss the fragments of the future that flashed. Tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

With great effort, I ‘chose’ a future. Kkuluk – My brain felt like it was burning, and blood was spewing out of my mouth. However, as the fragments I had chosen began to be applied to reality,

His sword moved again. This time, there was no sound of Yongun’s attack.

“…!”

Yongwoon opened his eyes wide. Dokgo Guwol had accurately pointed out what he was trying to say.

“her!”

Yongwoon laughed. Dokgo Guwol did the same.

Once, twice. The sword slowly, convulsively cut through the air as if moving through water, and the great force was blocked by Dokgo Guwol.

However, when he swung his sword once more, Kaaaaang! A different sound was heard from before, and Dokgo Guwol’s sword broke.

Dokgo Guwol fell as if swept away by the ocean current. Even to the very end, a smile remained on his blood-stained face.

It’s my turn.

There was no intention of sharing the burden. As if he was angry that he was blocked, he poured his power on Yongwoon.

Kung! Yongwoon stepped hard on the ground first, and the Heavenly Demon Lord’s Rimbo unfolded.

Woof-! A red wave shook the empty lot.

The divine power mixed with thought and energy encroached on Kwon-Jun’s authority, but it was no use. Did he gain enough time to take half a breath?

However, Yongwoon gritted his teeth and maintained his stance. His feet did not touch the ground, but he kept pressing down on it, so much so that his ankle bones felt like they were cracking.

Ignoring the pain, Yongun surrounded the karma tree.

Yongwoon made a sword gesture toward the formless little finger. The middle and index fingers came together to form a sword, but to Yongwoon, it was just a needle.

As if sticking a needle into a blood vessel, as if drawing acupuncture points.

Same thing.

Hands reached out towards the points at the end of the glowing line.

Crunch! With a terrible sound, my fingers twisted in a strange direction. I ignored the pain. As one dot lost its light, a new one bloomed.

That hit the nail on the head again.

Kwajik! A terrible sound. Blood spurted out. I didn’t care. Instead of my trembling right hand, I took the knife with my left hand and cut the line, and made a sword cut with my left hand.

Poke the point, poke it, cut the line. Pain overturned his entire body, his blood vessels raced, but Yongwoon’s eyes were burning and he only followed the point.

I kept poking and poking with that thing that was so thick I could hardly even call it a finger anymore. When my hand became strangely shaped, I wrapped my finger with my internal energy and poked it.

The furrow created by Yongun’s feet as he pushed back gradually became shallower, and the speed of his pushing slowed down. The sensation of his feet gradually turning black in the Cheonma-gunrimbo became dull.

The power, the will to authority, was being dismantled. Just like peeling off an onion, the strength was continuously broken with each acupuncture point, and the power was greatly reduced.

You can do it.

Before I knew it, my internal energy had run out. The pain was forgotten. I didn’t even feel my internal injuries turning over.

In a state of nothingness. Forgetting the passage of time and pain, Yongwoon stretched out his hand.

It’s peeling off. Still strong, but its power is weakening. You can do it. So keep going.

Then,

“stop.”

At some point, his hand stopped. He was caught. Kwon-Jun, he himself moved and grabbed Yong-Woon’s wrist.

ah.

As the state of no-self was broken, all the pain and fatigue came rushing in. The huge pain that stretched to my head as if it had been waiting for me, engulfed my entire body and shook my consciousness.

In my blurred vision, I saw Kwon-Jun’s face and my fingers.

In his blinking eyes, he saw something blue wrapped around his deformed finger, and Kwon-Jun’s smile.

“surely.”

The corners of Kwon-Jun’s mouth were seen for the last time. His voice was heard for the last time.

“You can fly.”

With those words, Yongwoon fainted.