Tangmunjeon - Chapter 295



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Episode 295 Namgung Se-ga

As time passed, rumors of a great fight between the martial artists spread widely among the people of Gaebong. A strangely chilly atmosphere spread even through the streets of Gaebong.

Then an old member of parliament came to the party office and spoke.

“Danggajangju. Soon, there will be a bloodbath among the martial artists. Can I be of help?”

Dang Mu-jin looked at the old member. He must have lived a life without any interest in political or social factions. The only reason he made this suggestion was to help Dang Mu-jin.

And Rep. Roh’s proposal sounded reasonable at first glance. Clearly, his medical skills would be helpful.

But Dang Mu-jin firmly rejected the offer.

“It might help, but it’s not a good choice. Go back.”

“I can be honest with you. The number of martial artists gathered at Gaebong is in the hundreds. How can you handle it all by yourself?”

“I’m telling you this because your life is in danger. I’m sure you know that.”

“···.”

“If you are satisfied with your achievements in medicine, then retreat to a place far enough away that you will not be involved. If you are not satisfied with your achievements, then go to Tang Jia Zhang and learn more medical skills. In any case, do not remain in Gaebong. That is all I truly wish.”

Congressman Noh turned around with a faint sigh.

Almost everyone who has not learned martial arts has nothing to do with the Jeongsa Daejeon.

However, the congressman is one of two types of people whose lives are threatened in a fight between martial artists without having learned martial arts.

The profession of a member of parliament is built on one premise.

If there is a patient in front of you, you must treat him.

Some of the members of the National Assembly seek money rather than medical skills, while others seek fame.

But even those people don’t let their patients die. Medicine is a humanitarian art, so people respect doctors.

But when the wind blows, it’s a different story.

The logic of those who point a knife at a member of parliament is also simple, just like the member of parliament.

Since you brought my enemy back to life to heal him, you must wash away his sin with your life.

It would be nice if this idea ended up being a mere threat, but in reality, quite a few lawmakers lost their lives.

Paradoxically, it is at the very moment when the representative is most needed that people begin to discredit his actions.

The funny thing is, in a fight between martial artists, the only other group of people whose lives are at risk are the night fighters. The logic was similar.

My man died with the sword you made, so atone for your mistake with your life.

Dang Mu-jin thought that this situation was quite coincidental. Dang Mu-jin was a martial artist, a doctor, and a night general.

Fate seems to be whispering to me that no matter which of the three paths I choose, I will not be able to escape a life of bloodshed.

‘Even if I hadn’t met you, I would have become involved in the martial arts world.’

Encountering the strange Lee Chung in the spring of my twenties must have been a gift from heaven, and it must have been the least painful way to become entangled with the world of martial arts.

That is why Dang Mu-jin never regretted the day he left the city following the evil spirit.

Dang Mu-jin looked at the backs of the departing members of the National Assembly, then raised his head and looked at the sky. The moon was more than halfway up, and had already become quite thin.

Dang Mu-jin fiddled with the letter in his sleeve.

[Next New Year’s Eve, the Namgung Se-ga’s warriors will arrive in Gaebong.]

I pictured the Namgung family’s warriors rushing towards Gaebong in a hurry, and the Anhui Province’s Jeongpa warriors.

But likewise, the unmanned Sapha will also be approaching Gaebong.

Will Namgung Se-ga’s unmanned personnel be able to arrive at Gaebong first?

It was an unknown thing. Dang Mu-jin got up from his seat and disappeared into the night.

*

A few days later, Hwahwanogae, who had volunteered to be a scout, returned and reported the news.

“The Sapha warriors are approaching.”

People’s expressions darkened. The Nanggong family and Anhui Province’s warriors had not yet arrived. As they had worried, the Sapa warriors had arrived first.

But there is no other way.

The martial artists of the Jeongpa have prepared to advance to the open outskirts and greet the Sapa warriors so that ordinary people will not be caught up in the fighting.

There was also a rumor going around among the Jeongpa no-man. Since there might be Baek Hyang-ah in the opposing camp, it was a natural choice in a way.

Namgung Myeong climbed up the walnut tree to the highest point and checked the approaching Sapha warriors from afar.

“It looks like there are over a hundred people over there too.”

“There are a lot of them.”

It’s not a fight where tens of thousands of people collide, like a war between nations.

However, the intensity will not be inferior to that of wars between nations. Among the two hundred or more warriors, there will not be a single one who has not learned martial arts.

Furthermore, there will be no second- or third-rate idiots. Such people will never be able to withstand the master’s first attack. This fight will not be resolved by simply increasing the number of people.

Hong Geol-gae shouted at Namgung Myeong.

“Tomorrow night is the last day of the month. When is Namgung Se-ga coming?”

“How would I know? But he’ll be here soon. Judging by the distance, it’s almost time for him to come.”

“You’re not deliberately coming slowly to appear at the most precarious moment, as if you were the main character, are you?”

Hong Geol-gae kept grumbling. But his voice was filled with anticipation rather than complaints.

Even if it’s a close call, I hope that the Namgung Se-ga’s warriors will appear on time.

Namgung Myung answered with a sly smile.

“He’s the main character. He’s a role that fits Namgung Se-ga well.”

Namgung Myung jumped down from the tree.

*

A dim moonlight night with just one day left until New Year’s Eve.

The soldiers of the Jeongpa and Sapa stood facing each other at a considerable distance.

In the darkness, we could only vaguely see each other’s shapes. However, thanks to our keen senses, we could read each other’s movements.

However, it is too far to start a fight right away.

Manryeokseung expressed deep regret.

“In the end, Namgung Se-ga’s support didn’t arrive on time. It’s going to be a tough fight.”

The party leader standing next to him spoke.

“It’s fine until today. I can buy a day or so.”

“You can buy time? How?”

Manryukseung asked back.

It was a question, but it was also essentially permission for the party to carry out its plan.

“I have a plan. There’s a good chance it’ll work out.”

Dang Mu-jin trudged forward and checked the distance from the Sapa warriors who were positioned on a hill a little distance away.

‘About two hundred sheets.’

Then, Dang Mu-jin checked the wind.

It’s not bad. As long as there’s no backlash, it’s enough.

Dang Mu-jin stood still and took a deep breath, then exhaled.

A faint scent seeped into his breath. A shapeless mass of poison moved around toward the Sapa warrior.

Dang Mu-jin continued to estimate the distance in his head.

Fifty sheets.

One hundred sheets.

One hundred and thirty sheets.

People couldn’t tell what Dang Mu-jin was doing, but sweat was running down Dang Mu-jin’s forehead.

In a situation where there was not even any wind, he was able to send out more than a hundred poisonous auras relying purely on his internal energy. This was a high-difficulty feat that the previous Tang Mujin would never have been able to accomplish.

Deep down, I feel sorry that other people can’t recognize me.

One hundred and fifty sheets.

One hundred and seventy sheets.

And finally, one hundred and eighty chapters.

‘This is the limit.’

All of Dang Mujin’s strength drained from his body and he became dizzy. The layer of film that had covered the poisonous aura had disintegrated.

At the same time, a poison with a fragrant smell of alcohol, the intoxicating scent of drunkenness, spread throughout the surroundings.

Of course, the response of the Sapa drones was also quick.

“It’s poison! Hold your breath!”

The Sapha warriors stopped breathing as soon as they smelled the scent that spread out of nowhere.

This is a possible response because Kwangyeomra had anticipated that an attack using poison would come.

But there was one thing that Kwangyeomra did not expect.

A panicked drone shouted.

“Holding your breath won’t help! It’s seeping into your skin!”

The scent of intoxication doesn’t just seep in through the nose and mouth.

Among the poisons possessed by Dangmujin, it is one of the few that can penetrate the skin.

The Sapha’s warriors were greatly perplexed. How could they avoid this poison?

But the confusion of the Sapa warriors did not last long.

“···Nothing much?”

“Yeah. Is it really poison?”

As its name suggests, the effect of the intoxicating herb itself is to make you feel slightly elated, as if you had drunk alcohol.

There is no problem with the internal energy and it does not threaten one’s life.

Furthermore, since the poison does not target the organs or deep-seated bone marrow, anyone can see that it is a poison that has nothing to do with life.

But Gwangyeomra did not let his guard down.

“Don’t be complacent, the effects may be delayed. Step back for now, detoxify, and then move again.”

Kwangyeomra responded calmly.

In Gwangyeomra’s opinion, it was not them but the Jeongpa’s unmanned forces that needed to rush in to end the fight quickly, so there was no need to rush.

The Sapha warriors followed Guangyeomra’s instructions and retreated about a hundred paces back.

Until just now, we were on top of a low hill covered in thorny trees, but now we were at the bottom of the hill.

Even the most powerful of them wouldn’t be able to send poison this far. Especially with the obstacle of a hill.

As soon as Dang Mu-jin confirmed that the Sapha warriors had retreated, he spoke to Wan Licheng.

“It was a good meal. No matter how fast they move, it’ll be tomorrow night, so it would be best to go back and rest today.”

“···Did you use poison?”

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t seem to be a fatal poison… It should only take half a day to detoxify. I don’t think we can buy time until tomorrow night.”

“Then how about a bet? I’ll bet that they don’t come near me until the sun sets.”

“···No. I won’t bet.”

Wan Licheng was not a fool, and he trusted Dang Wujin, so he could not accept the bet.

*

The warriors of Sapa sat cross-legged and each performed a ritual to drive out the drunken spirits.

However, the drunkenness did not go away easily.

The characteristic of the drunken spirit is that its effect is weak, but its toxicity is strong and sticky, and it mixes with internal energy.

However, although it was mixed, there were no particular symptoms. It was like that until the sun rose.

Soon the sun rose into the middle of the sky. At this point, even Gwangyeomra was able to relax a little.

Since we all had a good night’s sleep and rested, there’s no problem in starting a fight right now. In fact, we’re in the best shape right now.

“Grab your weapons.”

“yes.”

Just as the Sapha warriors were about to move again, a gust of wind blew down the hill.

The Sapa warriors did not know it, but unlike the winds that had been blowing until now, this wind was mixed with pollen from the thorny fir tree.

It was thanks to the sun, which had risen for quite some time, that it had dried the dew that had formed on the flowers of the fir tree.

“Whew!”

And the moment they inhaled the pollen of the zelkova tree, all of the Sapha warriors began to retch without exception. Gwangyeomra was no exception.

“Ugh.”

Although the scent of the fragrant cinnamon is not a poison that takes the life of the target, it causes a subtle problem when mixed with the pollen of the quince tree that blooms at this time. Extreme nausea and vomiting.

The beginning of martial arts is breathing, and it is nearly impossible to control your breathing in the face of such nausea.

If a fight starts in this state, things will get serious. Kwangyeomra hurriedly pushed people back.

“Ugh, back off, back off further!”

Kwangyeomra led the nauseating drones back for a long time.

The nausea didn’t stop for a long time after that.

*

As Dang Mu-jin had expected, a day had passed and it was deep into the night before the Sapha warriors showed up again.

Manryukseung felt a little pleased when he confirmed that his judgment was not wrong.

Dang Mu-jin, Man-ryeok Seung, and Hwa-hwa No-gae narrowed their eyes and examined the Sapa warriors.

It was a dark night, but thanks to my eyes having adjusted to the darkness for a long time, I was able to vaguely make out the other person’s face.

And then I realized something very fortunate.

“The only person who looks like a true master is Kwangyeomra. Am I seeing things wrong?”

“It seems that way to me too.”

The number of unmanned units above the climax is greater on the opposing side.

However, the situation they were most worried about did not happen. What the Jeongpa’s unmanned forces were most worried about was the situation where a top-notch expert like the Demonic Cult’s Left Guardian method would sneak in.

People were each lost in their own thoughts.

‘Well, it’s not right for a cult leader to leave his side and wander around.’

‘It seems like they’re trying to weaken our forces by throwing Sapha drones as food. It’s a reasonable strategy for Gwangyeomra.’

‘That guy, Kwangyeomra, if things go wrong this time, he’ll definitely try to run away. I have to hold on to him.’

Dang Mu-jin touched the wheel. For some reason, his heart fluttered.

On a dark night when not even the moon shines. Who can avoid it if you hide in the darkness and throw a flying wheel?

‘The person who cuts off Gwangyeomra’s head may not be Honggeolgae or Wanryukseung, but me.’

After a brief standoff, the fight began. The two groups of drones rushed down the short hill and charged at each other.

Hong Geol-gae and Man-ryeok Seung rushed straight towards Gwangyeom-ra. The situation was such that one of the enemy’s best swordsmen was tied up with two of the team’s best swordsmen.

Even the number of top players was greater on the Sapa side. At first glance, the two people’s choice seemed extremely foolish, but it was a tactic that could be chosen because of the presence of Dang Mu-jin.

‘A melee in the dark. This is a situation made entirely for me.’

Under these conditions, Dang Mu-jin was confident that he could display performances that were better than those of a top-class player.

Every time you throw a whip, two or three people will fall down, clutching at your neck.

As Dang Mu-jin lightly shook both of his arms, a ring popped out of his sleeve and caught on his fingers.

Dang Mu-jin lightly spun his wheel around to check his target, and then discovered Sa-pa Mu-in, who was locking swords with Hyun-gong.

I couldn’t tell if my opponent was first-class or a master, but that didn’t really matter. I couldn’t avoid the flying lightning that came from the darkness anyway.

As Dang Mujin lightly waved both arms, the two flying wheels flew through the air. The two flying wheels each changed their trajectories and passed by each other’s necks.

Just like a farmer holding a sickle cuts off an ear of rice, he easily cut off the opponent’s head.

It’s to the point where I wonder if it’s okay to take someone’s life so easily.

Grab the returned wheel and fly it.

Grab it again and let it fly.

Two at a time. Dang Mu-jin took his opponents’ lives without rushing and at regular intervals.

When he had taken eight lives like that, Dang Mu-jin heard the whispers of an unfamiliar old man in his ear.

“You seem to be a dragon. If someone asks who sent you to the afterlife, tell them that I am a guest without a soul.”

My spine feels tingly.

If you can approach this stealthily while hiding your presence, you must not be an ordinary drone.

‘A true master?’

We don’t know yet. And we will probably die without knowing.

There was only one mistake. He assumed that among the numerous enemies, the only one who could threaten him was Kwangyeomra.

A split second. Dang Mu-jin racked his brain to find a way out.

But there was no way to come up with a proper method. The moment I was caught from behind, it was already over.

The moment Dang Mu-jin put all his strength into his body, thinking that he would struggle even if he died, a familiar voice was heard from beyond the old man’s shoulder.

“Then, sir, please answer that your name is Namgung Myeong.”