Tangmunjeon - Chapter 269



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Episode 269: Opening

The unmanned troops of the Jeongpa entered several buildings of the Gonghappa.

However, several key masters, including the heads of each sect, did not enter the building but instead climbed up to the roof of the building located in the center of the common sect.

Rather than helping with a surprise attack, to move straight to where help is needed.

An eerie silence fell.

It was the calm before the typhoon, the stillness of a beast hunting its prey.

Dang Mu-jin stood still and imagined the situation inside the building.

The unmanned units of the Jeongpa will not be able to detect the situation in the other buildings, so they will each draw their swords in the darkness and wait for the signal to be given.

The head of the Jongnam faction, Il Seon-ja, spoke with a satisfied voice.

“Thanks to the efforts of the party leader, we’re off to a good start. Was it Bi-ryun? That’s truly a great talent.”

The frontliners did not hide their joy.

However, Dang Mu-jin felt that the current situation was a bit unfamiliar.

But, to surprise the sleeping Sapha warriors, the warriors of the Jeongpa drew their swords in the darkness. They were not the typical image of a Jeongpa warrior.

But ideals and reality are always a little different.

The unmanned members of the sect are also people. It was extremely rare for someone to risk their own life and that of a death row in order to maintain their pride.

Seonwooja, the leader of the Hwasan faction, was seen moving the sword he was holding in his right hand to his left hand and wiping the sweat from his right palm on the cuff of his pants.

The frontliner laughed when he saw that.

“Are you nervous?”

“Nonsense.”

Hong Geol-gae, who was standing next to me, spoke.

“I didn’t know you well when I saw you at Mt. Mudang, but now that I see you, it seems like we’re on friendly terms.”

Seonwooja frowned.

“Who is your close friend?”

“These are two long stories of old people.”

“It seems you’ve been infected by the nonsense of the frontliners. Be careful.”

Seonwooja answered bluntly, and Ilseonja laughed heartily.

“I don’t know if we’re close, but we’ve known each other for quite some time. Oh, and you know what? Seonwooja doesn’t have much experience in combat. She might be a little scared right now. Did you see her wiping the sweat from her hands?”

Seonwooja changed the subject as if he didn’t want to get involved in the conversation.

“Gyuchogae. The Ghost King said he would return next month, right?”

“I heard so.”

“Okay. I hope it ends without a hitch.”

People each fiddled with their weapons and waited for the action to begin.

At that moment, a small commotion arose from the building to the west.

It wasn’t a very loud sound. But on a quiet night, it was loud enough for the tense civilians to hear and react.

Dang Mu-jin imagined the situation.

Sapa Muin felt a presence while tossing and turning.

A master of the Jeongpa who senses the opponent’s movements and swings his sword without hesitation.

Blood spurts, and soon screams and shouts fill the building.

It’s just an imagination, but it probably isn’t much different from the actual situation.

The commotion that started out small quickly spread to all the buildings in the community.

In the gap between life and death, evil spreads everywhere.

“···.”

The men on the roof looked around in silence.

From the western building, where the commotion began first, the Jeongpa unmanned troops came out with excited expressions. It seemed like they had won without any problems.

But the other buildings were different. The unmanned personnel of the sect were being swept out of the buildings as if a dam had burst.

Following this, Sapa warriors who were not even properly dressed poured out.

The Sapha warriors are using their martial arts and swordsmanship to drive out the Jeongpa warriors.

“Over there!”

“let’s go!”

Seonwooja and Ilseonja flew to support the monks of Samun, and then Yeongheoja and Dangmujin’s friends rushed into the battlefield.

“Let’s go too!”

“okay.”

However, Dang Mu-jin stood still on the roof, watching the situation with a calm expression while turning the wheel.

A Sapa warrior snatched the sword of a Wudangpa Taoist and tried to stab him in the chest. A vivid fear appeared in the Wudangpa Taoist’s eyes.

Dang Mu-jin moved his right arm.

A wheel filled with internal energy flew across the night sky and cleanly cut off the head of the Sapa warrior.

And Bi-ryun returned to Dang Mu-jin’s hand following Dang Mu-jin’s gesture.

There aren’t many people who can cleanly cut off a neck even in combat.

Since the start of the full-scale battle, the loudest fountain of blood gushed out, and quite a few people’s eyes were focused on the headless corpse of the Sapha warrior.

“What? Who did this?”

People’s gazes drifted to the shaman Taoist monk who was slumped in front of the corpse, and finally followed the Taoist monk’s gaze up to the roof.

On the roof stands a Dangmujin with his back to the crescent moon.

The Sapha warriors did not know who the man on the roof was, nor did they know what trick he used to behead him.

But one thing was certain: the young man was up to something terrifying.

I was even more scared because I didn’t know the real story. The skill of cutting off a person’s head from dozens of feet away.

“Hoo, hoo!”

The shaman who saved his life was breathing heavily. His eyes were filled with heat.

The excitement of being on the verge of death, the joy of surviving, and the secret anticipation that Dangmujin will blow up the Biryun if he ever faces danger again.

The shamanist returned to the battlefield with renewed courage.

The smell of blood grew thicker. Every now and then, Dangmujin’s flying wheel would fly across the battlefield and cut off people’s heads.

As this situation continued, the number of people glancing over the roof increased.

The Dangmujin standing on the roof is a trustworthy ally to the Jeongpa’s unmanned soldiers, but a fearsome figure to the Sapa’s unmanned soldiers. The fear that their heads might suddenly be blown off at any moment.

However, they could not go up to the roof to fight. The Jeongpa soldiers were blocking the area around the building to prevent them from approaching the Dangmujin.

Thanks to this, Dang Mu-jin was able to slowly and steadily assess the situation.

Namgung Myung was running wild with his sword in the lead, while Hyeon Gong jumped into the most dangerous spot and single-handedly blocked multiple attacks to maintain balance.

It did not mean that Hyungong’s performance was inferior to Namgung Myeong’s. Every time Hyungong took the attack and moved forward, the enemy’s formation collapsed.

‘Where is Hong Geol-gae?’

Hong Geol-gae, who had been somewhat anxious, was also fighting well. It wasn’t a bloody fight like the others, but when Hong Geol-gae stepped on the Chwipalseonbo and swung his staff, there were few opponents who could block his attacks.

‘Well, Hong Geol-gae once hit Elder Jang with the Chwipalseonbo.’

Next to Hong Geol-gae, Jin Hae, a disciple of Yeong-heo-ja, was seen swinging his sword in a state of trance. It seemed as if he had gained enlightenment through actual combat and stepped into the next realm.

‘Everyone is fighting well.’

Just when it seemed like the battle was going to end in our favor, something unexpected happened.

A small building collapsed and a stranger appeared.

He was holding a bloody javelin in both hands.

Not a single spear for ordinary stabbing, but a double-edged spear with an auxiliary blade for sideways slashing.

Young-Heo-Ja, who was climbing up to the roof again, was startled.

“Twin-pole bloodline? That old man, he’s not dead yet?”

Unlike the party staff during his time as a member of the National Assembly, the current party staff knows most of the nicknames of celebrities.

But I have never heard the nickname ‘single-faced bloodsucker’.

“Do you know him?”

“He was the author who was called No-Gwae during the Jeongsa Daejeon more than twenty years ago. Since I haven’t heard any news since then, I naturally thought he died of old age…”

Dang Mu-jin looked closely at the Ssanggeukhyeolong, wondering if he had achieved something like the Hwayeonshinni.

But judging by the wrinkles all over his face and hands, he had not completely recovered from his old age.

If a master has appeared, then a master should appear here as well.

The spirit sighed.

“I was just trying to catch my breath, but I guess I’ll have to fight again. I thought I’d win easily since the Demon King isn’t here… ”

The martial arts of the Ssanggeukhyeolong were so great that Youngheoja quickly rushed into the battlefield.

Every time the twin-handed swordsman swung his two short spears, the soldiers of the Jeongpa could not hold out for long and fell, and the front line began to collapse.

When Young-Heo-Ja finally returned to the battlefield and clashed with the Ssang-Geuk-Hyeol-Ong, the front line regained stability.

‘uh?’

However, this did not mean that it was advantageous. Contrary to expectations, the twin blood lords had the upper hand against the spirits.

The twin blood dragons were not particularly strong or fast.

But the twin-handed swordsman handled the two short spears more skillfully than his arms.

Intertwining the opponent’s sword blade with the auxiliary blade of the short spear held in the left arm, he pushes and pulls while aiming for the opponent’s neck and heart with the spear in the right arm.

The two spears intersect to block and deflect the opponent’s sword, and take advantage of the difference in the length of the weapons to decapitate someone who is a short distance away.

Indeed, the left hand is like the right hand, and the right hand is like the left hand.

A series of strange and incomprehensible attacks unfold through the two magical weapons. Dang Mu-jin could not predict the next move of the Ssanggeukhyeol-ong.

Instead, Dang Mu-jin watched the twin bloodlines closely, waiting for the moment when an opportunity would present itself.

‘now!’

Dang Mu-jin blew two flying wheels.

The wheel that had been digging into the darkness suddenly turned around and aimed at the left and right sides of the twin blood vessels simultaneously.

The Ssanggeukhyeolong was trying to block the sword of the spirit who was approaching from the front, but was greatly surprised when he discovered two flying wheels that suddenly popped out.

“Ugh!”

The twin blood lord chose to accept the two wheels even if it meant allowing the Young Heo Ja’s attack.

As he stepped back, swinging his two short spears, a sword wound was engraved on the chest of the Ssanggeukhyeolong. It was the Youngheoja’s sword that had made contact.

But it wasn’t a deep wound. The twin-headed man pointed his spear at the roof and shouted.

“You, you naughty bastard!”

The Ssanggeukhyeolong realized that Dang Mujin was a more difficult opponent than the Young Heoja in front of him, so he immediately changed direction and tried to attack Dang Mujin.

However, the plan of the Ssanggeuk Blood King was blocked as soon as it started. This was because Yeongheoja noticed the Ssanggeuk Blood King’s intentions and desperately tried to block the Ssanggeuk Blood King’s movements.

The twin blood lord shouted at Dang Mu-jin, his anger rising to the top of his head.

“You son of a bitch! That young man has mastered witchcraft!”

On behalf of Dang Mu-jin, Yeong-heo-ja answered with a sigh.

“Huh, sorcery? The head of the Tang family simply uses a special weapon.”

“That’s a special weapon no matter how you look at it! Anyone can tell it’s magic!”

“You’ve been using magic weapons your whole life, but you can’t accept someone else’s magic weapons? How narrow-minded!”

Young-Heo-Ja led the fight in a somewhat relaxed manner.

If your goal is to endure rather than win, the fight becomes much easier.

Now, Young-Heo-Ja had no reason to directly cut off the head of the Ssang-Geuk-Hyeol-Ong. If he just stalled for time like this, Dang-Mu-Jin would find the Ssang-Geuk-Hyeol-Ong’s weak point and kill him.

As the subtle fight continued, Young-Heo-Ja felt an unfamiliar sensation.

An eerie feeling. When facing the wheel, wouldn’t the twin bloodline have been overcome by this intuition?

‘Something comes from the right.’

Yeonghuzha desperately shook off the twin blood clots and turned to the right to swing his sword. But there was no one there.

All that can be seen is a single monk, sitting in a horseman’s stance with both knees slightly bent, about five paces away.

The monk said.

“I knew I’d catch something, but it was bigger than I expected.”

The moment Young-Heo-Ja saw him, he knew right away that he was the King of Ghosts.

The Ghost King, still in his riding stance, extended his palm at a distance of five paces.

A person’s arm is less than half a length, so it was too far to reach with the palm of one’s hand.

‘What the heck?’

But the next moment, Young-Heo-Ja felt as if a huge, transparent palm was closing in on him.

It wasn’t a simple illusion. The weeds on the ground were seen being torn apart by something. Yeongheoja hurriedly raised his sword, but it didn’t seem like an attack that could be blocked with a sword.

So, Young-Heo-Ja took back his sword and followed his intuition. He turned to the side and covered his vital points with both arms and his right leg.

This was clearly an effective response, but it was clearly not enough to stop a martial art whose name was unknown.

The temper soared.

The young man threw himself backwards again, knelt down, and spat out blood. His internal injuries were not minor.

Yeongheoja said, wiping the corner of his mouth.

“What the heck is that?”

The ghost king chuckled.

“A secret master. It’s a martial art you’ve never heard of.”

The Ghost King took up his stance again. It was a martial art that would be difficult to block even if given time, but Young-Heo-Ja didn’t even have time to do so. That was because the Ssang-Geuk-Hyeol-Ong charged again.

A twin-headed man rushing forward, wielding two short spears.

The ghost king, not caring about the safety of his twin brothers, extends his reach again.

A situation where I have to endure attacks from two top-class fighters while suffering from serious internal injuries and unable to display my skills.

“Here we go!”

At the moment of life or death, a helping hand arrived. Hyun-gong, Nam-gung-myeong, and even Seon-woo-ja, the leader of the Hwasan faction, rushed in and took the two short spears of the Ssang-geuk-hyeol-ong.

Hyun-gong is very good at defense, and Nam-gung-myeong’s heavy sword is not affected by the chaotic and strange movements of the two short spears.

With Seonwooja’s sword added on top of that, the three of them were able to deal with the Ssanggeukhyeolong.

Finally, the lightning that Dang Mu-jin sent shook the King of Ghosts’ posture.

“That guy!”

The Ghost King hurriedly changed his posture and swung his hand at Dang Mujin’s two wheels. One wheel passed by the Ghost King’s side, but the other was caught in the Ghost King’s grasp.

Only then did the Ghost King’s palm, which was at least three times larger than that of an ordinary person, come into view.

Dang Mu-jin frowned.

‘What? My hands weren’t that big before.’

There was no time to continue worrying.

The ghost king regained his composure and performed the secret great hand gesture toward Yeongheoja.

This is an attempt to take the life out of the only top-notch expert among the Jeongpa Unmanned Forces in this place.

Yeongheoja tried to get up from his seat and somehow evade or defend himself, but his knees were shaking and he couldn’t get up easily. To make matters worse, Dangmujin wasn’t ready to throw the wheel yet.

The spirit’s heart sank.

‘I’m dying…!’

The moment Young Heo-ja faced the King of Ghosts’ large palm, a person jumped in front of Young Heo-ja. It was Il Seon-ja, the leader of the Jongnam faction.

A thought crossed Dang Mu-jin’s mind.

‘Is Il-seon-ja trying to overcome the wall of transcendence like Wan-li-seung?’

The first-line man took a posture like a ghost king and stretched out his palm toward the ghost king.

Jongnampa’s rising martial art, Oroejeongin (Five Thunder Seals).

Unlike the Dangmujin who was full of anticipation, the Jongnampa’s warriors were gripped by an ominous mood.

They have been watching the accomplishments of the frontliners for decades now.

The achievements of the first-line practitioner were far greater than those of other Jongnam faction practitioners, but they were clearly inadequate to deal with the Ghost King.

The masters of the Jongnam school hoped that their intuition was wrong.

Or maybe the pioneers hid their achievements, or maybe they hoped a miracle would happen.

But the miracle did not come. The front-liners did not jump in hoping for some kind of miracle.

The frontliner’s two feet were firmly planted on the ground.

“The Jongnam faction is···!”

Before the frontliner could finish speaking, a huge pressure came over him.

It felt like I was being crushed by a giant palm.

The wrist of the first person who had stretched out towards the secret master was twisted and crushed. In front of the ghost king, the first person did not even get a chance to show off the 36 swords of the world that he had honed throughout his life.

Then the frontliner’s two elbows were bent backwards. Both shoulders were broken and dislocated.

However, the first-line man opened his eyes straight ahead and stared at the demon king, lowering his posture slightly. He pulled up all his internal energy from his danjeon. His thighs were tense.

A huge pressure fell on the frontliners.

As if he had volunteered to be a small wall, the frontliner received the secret seal with his whole body.

Yeongheoja knelt down, blocking the wind with his arms and looking at the back of Ilseonja.

“···.”

When the pressure finally subsided, the frontliner finally looked back slightly.

The chest was sunken in so much that anyone would be surprised to see that all of the ribs were broken.

The hearts of the masters of Jongnampa sank.

The expressions on the faces of the frontliners were filled with regret.

But at the same time, the pride of a Jongnampa warrior is also revealed. It is the expression of a warrior who has done his job without backing down.

The frontliners were worried.

What should I say last?

The opponent has two super-high-level masters. This side has one super-high-level master. However, Young-Heo-Ja is not in a state to show off his skills.

If so, then what you have to say is set.

Because his lungs were shattered and he could not speak, the frontliner spoke with the shape of his mouth.

Run away.

There was no sound, but everyone heard the voice of the frontliner.

The frontliner collapsed and died.

People realized too late that the Great War had begun.