Tangmunjeon - Chapter 326



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Chapter 326 of Tangmunjeon, The Heavenly Battle (天?) The next morning, Tang Wujin and Hwayeonshinni left Chongqing for Dongting Lake.

However, Hwa Yeon-shin-ni was strangely unsteady. If she continued to move at this rate, she would definitely not be able to reach Dong-Jing-Ho in a month, let alone return in two weeks.

“···.”

But I couldn’t just rashly criticize Hwayeonshinni.

The person who was disappointed was Dang Mu-jin, and the difference in distribution between Hwayeon Shin-ni and Dang Mu-jin was quite significant.

Even if you look at the entire martial arts world, Hwayeonshinni’s distribution is unrivaled. On the other hand, Dangmujin is only now barely able to escape the later index. The distance between the two is simply too great.

However, Dang Mu-jin’s worries did not last long. As they got a little further away from Chongqing, Hwa Yeon-shin-ni’s pace quickened as if she had never been so slow.

Now, the problem was reversed. Hwayeonshinni was moving too fast. It was a speed that should be described as running rather than walking.

I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to maintain this speed for even half a day, let alone move all the way to Dongjeongho.

Dang Mu-jin desperately spread out his repentance and shouted.

“It’s too fast!”

“This is how you should train for light martial arts!”

Hwayeonshinni shouted like that and tightened the chin strap of her bamboo hat to keep her pure white hair from blowing.

Dang Mu-jin realized that the journey back to Dongjeongho would not be easy.

*

At that time, while Dang Mu-jin and Hwa Yeon-shin-ni were hurrying back to Dongjeongho, Dang Mu-jin’s friends were following Hyeon-gong’s instructions and wandering around in search of elixir.

Far away, there was a man deep in thought. A man with a large build and fierce eyes, Cheonpae (天?) Gwak Ji-dal.

The Sapa martial arts world is divided into the North and the South.

Among the northern Sapa masters, three or four people, including Hyeolmyeon Gwangrang and Ssanggeukhyeolong, were famous.

Likewise, in the southern Sapa martial arts world, there were two strong men called the Two Strong.

One was a bloodthirsty man who caused bloodshed wherever he went, and the other was a warrior with the greatest power in the south, Cheonpae Gwak Jidal.

The reason the two strong men ‘were’ rather than ‘are’ is because about two or three years ago, the bloodthirsty man suddenly put down his sword.

In this situation, the person who was most delighted to hear the news that the bloodthirsty man had put down his sword was undoubtedly Cheonpae Gwak Ji-dal.

‘It felt like a tooth that had been aching fell out on its own.’

Back when Blood Riders were roaming the Sapa Murim, their clueless subordinates would often spout nonsense in front of Gwak Ji-dal.

Here is an example of this situation.

“Brother! They say a hemophiliac appeared two days ago.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“How can there be two tigers on the same mountain? Defeat the bloodthirsty traveler immediately and stand tall as the supreme ruler of the South!”

Every time he heard a similar story, Cheonpae thought.

Tens of thousands of people. It’s not easy to say that Zug’s life is at stake.

Despite his long nickname of Cheonpae, Gwak Ji-dal had no desire to fight the Bloodthirsty. He was not a man who enjoyed fighting in the first place. He was only interested in the wealth and honor that would follow a fight.

Kwak Ji-dal was not a man who earned the nickname of Cheonpae by gradually following the path of defeat from the moment he first learned martial arts, but rather a man who called himself Cheonpae because he survived to this point.

Occasionally, there are fools who appear and try to make a name for themselves in the martial arts world by gradually stepping on the path of tyranny.

But those guys fell to their deaths without even being able to get past the 100-point wall. There are few things in the world as foolish as walking the path of defeat without any skills.

It is only natural that Gwak Ji-dal, who has survived until now, has a slightly different mindset from what is felt from the nickname ‘Cheonpae’.

‘The important thing is to survive.’

In any case, whenever an atmosphere was created where his subordinates encouraged a fight with the bloodthirsty men, Gwak Ji-dal would try to cover up the situation with an appropriate story.

“It’s a rash idea. If there’s a reason to take up the sword, I’ll take up the sword, but the Blood Riders respect me and don’t violate my orders, so there’s no reason to cross swords.”

Every time he talked like that, Kwak Ji-dal would feel worried inside.

‘What if a hemophiliac really challenges me?’

However, the bloodthirsty man did not challenge Cheonpae Gwak Ji-dal, even though he spread all kinds of terrible rumors. It was the same even after many years.

It didn’t seem like he would suddenly attack me so late, but it was inevitable that he would feel worried. Sometimes, Gwak Ji-dal would imagine the rumored bloodthirsty man appearing in front of him and drawing his sword.

The bloodthirsty traveler that Kwak Ji-dal imagined was a man with mad eyes hidden under a bamboo hat, and his body was always soaked with blood.

It wasn’t just a delusion. There were numerous rumors that supported Kwak Ji-dal’s imagination. To be honest, Kwak Ji-dal was a little scared of the bloodthirsty man.

‘I hope you don’t come back again.’

However, Gwak Ji-dal’s worries and concerns disappeared completely with the rumor that the bloodthirsty man had put down his sword.

When the rumor spread that the hemophiliac had wiped away his blood by pouring water from a golden basin, his subordinates vied with each other to praise Gwak Ji-dal.

“The bloodthirsty traveler has chosen not to challenge you in the end. He seems to have some sense.”

“Of course. If I had attacked you, I would have died without even being able to put down my sword.”

Although these were remarks that he really liked, Kwak Ji-dal reprimanded his subordinates in a stern manner.

“Be careful what you say. The great warrior of Sapa Murim has laid down his sword, so you should feel sorry for him. I never wanted to be your enemy, but I have been looking forward to the day when we would cross swords.”

When he spoke like that and showed a look of regret inside, his subordinates would praise Gwak Ji-dal even more enthusiastically.

The two-party system collapsed, and Gwak Ji-dal became the true and true strongest martial artist in the southern Saphamuri. The wealth gathered little by little from all over the south filled Gwak Ji-dal’s coffers.

However, contrary to popular belief, Gwak Ji-dal did not completely control the southern martial arts world.

If hemophilia was a big worry, there was also one small, minor worry.

It is such a small village that no one pays attention to it, but there is one village in the south that is not touched by Gwak Ji-dal. It is a village called Samgu Village (杉丘村), located a little to the south of Dongjeong Lake.

“···.”

Kwak Ji-dal raised his hairy right hand and touched the scar that ran across his nose from his left cheek to his right cheek.

Not long after he had crossed the climax wall, the young Gwak Ji-dal heard a rumor that there was an incredibly beautiful female swordsman in Samgu Village.

As they arrived at Samgu Village, a stunningly beautiful woman appeared and greeted Gwak Ji-dal and his colleagues.

What a sublime beauty. My heart fluttered just by meeting her eyes.

But after a while, Gwak Ji-dal’s knees, not his heart, began to tremble.

The woman’s skills were far superior to Gwak Ji-dal’s. To make matters worse, she was not in her right mind. Gwak Ji-dal got a deep scar across his face and ran away, urinating himself.

After asking around and piece together information about the woman for a long time, Gwak Ji-dal learned that the woman was Tu-hee, who was famous in the Jeongpa martial arts world.

And from the time he first found out about it until now, Kwak Ji-dal has never once talked about Too-hee. If he did, wouldn’t those around him have incited him to fight Too-hee?

If you think about it, the Southern Safa martial arts world has been a three-party system, not a two-party system, since ancient times. Luckily, only two of them were not interested in expanding their power.

Whenever he was called the strongest man in the South, Kwak Ji-dal would think of Toohui.

Every time, a corner of my heart felt suffocated. Tuhee was like the only white dot left unpainted on a completely black piece of paper. The only person that Gwak Ji-dal couldn’t capture.

‘···Still, I think we can win now.’

A long time had passed since the day he was injured. Gwak Ji-dal’s martial arts skills had become even more advanced, reaching the peak of his power, and he was eventually called a Heavenly Warrior.

Even just recently, he met Kiyeon from the Demonic Cult and made great progress in martial arts.

But he didn’t really want to fight with Tuhee. Recently, Kwak Ji-dal had been having very happy days. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t completely happy without any worries.

Kwak Ji-dal tried hard to avert his eyes from Tu-hee.

*

But a little while ago, a very minor problem arose. It started with a sudden piece of news.

Kwak Ji-dal’s subordinate appeared in a hurry and shouted.

“Brother! The swordsman Namgung Jincheon has appeared!”

“What? Where?”

“They say they are departing from Namgung Se-ga and coming this way.”

As soon as he heard that story, Cheonpae Gwak Jidal stood up from his seat in a daze. His subordinate who saw him shouted.

“Brother! Are you thinking of stepping down? Wouldn’t you be able to defeat Namgung Jincheon?”

Kwak Ji-dal unconsciously raised his right hand and touched his right cheek. He felt a scar running vertically across his right cheek and reaching his chin.

It was a wound he received on the day he encountered Namgung Jincheon in his youth and was lucky enough to survive. That day too, Gwak Ji-dal escaped with his legs soaking wet and survived.

The gap between Kwak Ji-dal and Namgung Jin-cheon was greater than the gap between Kwak Ji-dal and Tu-hee.

But Gwak Ji-dal spoke as if he were proud.

“···Of course you can win. It’s not like you can win every time, sword against sword, but you can win eight out of ten times.”

“Then why do you want to step down?”

“You’re still short-sighted. What do you think would happen if I cut off Namgung Jincheon’s neck?”

“You will be able to raise your name as the supreme ruler of the South!”

Kwak Ji-dal’s subordinate answered without hesitation. The other subordinates nodded as well.

However, Gwak Ji-dal looked at his subordinate with a pitiful look, then suddenly shouted.

“conflict!”

When his subordinates were startled, Kwak Ji-dal let out a deep sigh.

“You don’t know the Jeongpa bastards. The Jeongpa bastards will never admit defeat easily. If you cut off the head of the swordsman Namgung Jincheon, the poisonous brain sword Namgung Jinya will gather the Jeongpa martial artists and come rushing in. Manryeok Seung, Neunggwanggeom, Yeongbo Jinin… Even that guy called Gyuchogae will come rushing in. That’s the nature of the Jeongpa bastards.”

“···Brother. I think Yeongbo Jinin won’t be able to come.”

Kwak Ji-dal became irritated because his subordinate was nit-picking quite sharply.

“Even if Yeongbo Jin-in can’t come, the other three will! Then I’ll have to take them on three to one. Even I can’t win a fight like that.”

Sometimes it feels great to see someone above you humbly acknowledge their limitations.

The subordinates nodded their heads in admiration for Kwak Ji-dal’s foresight.

“I see. I didn’t think of that.”

“It is not the way of a warrior to accept a reckless fight and invite a foolish death. There are times when you must think realistically, swallow your pride, and step back, even for the sake of the Sapa martial arts world.”

“All right.”

After completing his brilliant rationalization, Cheonpae Gwak Ji-dal ran away while maintaining his dignity and avoiding Namgung Jin-cheon.

However, not all the stories he told in front of his subordinates were blatant lies.

Cheonpae believed that he might be able to defeat Namgung Jincheon, unlike in the past.

The martial arts he had learned from the author, who was from the Demonic Cult, were that powerful. If he were to face his former self from two years ago, he would be confident that he would win nine out of ten fights.

‘But there’s no need to fight. The Namgung family’s strength is formidable. I’m happy enough right now···.’

Cheonpae survived like that once more.

*

About two weeks after taking refuge, the long-awaited news arrived for Cheonpae Gwak Ji-dal.

“They say Namgung Jincheon has left.”

“Okay. That went well.”

Kwak Ji-dal was about to return straight to his base, but without thinking, he asked his subordinate.

“Where did Namgung Jincheon go?”

“He said he went west.”

“West? Did you go towards Dongjeongho?”

“I heard that they headed slightly south of Dongjeongho.”

Kwak Ji-dal’s actions stopped for a moment.

His subordinates had no idea, but Gwak Ji-dal had a hunch about where Namgung Jin-cheon had gone. Didn’t he say that Namgung Jin-cheon had moved straight towards him from Namgung Se-ga?

In that case, the next target is Toohui. Namgung Jincheon will head to Samgu Village to find Toohui.

Did Namgung Jincheon, who was crazy about swords, head to Samgu Village with the intention of having a chat with Tuhee?

That can’t be. Namgung Jincheon is the kind of author who doesn’t seek out other people unless he wants to wield a sword. He must be thinking of confronting Toohui.

Kwak Ji-dal smiled with satisfaction.

“Okay. Let’s go back.”

*

Some time later, Gwak Ji-dal heard the following rumor.

“It is said that Namgung Jincheon continues to head west without going through Dongjeongho.”

“Where are you now?”

“At least I would have gone as far as Guizhou.”

“Ahem. Did you get injured or something?”

“I haven’t heard any such story.”

The fact that Namgung Jincheon left Samgu Village in good health means that Namgung Jincheon defeated Tuhee.

Things are going exactly the way Kwak Ji-dal wanted.

Kwak Ji-dal jumped up from his seat. The time had finally come.

It is time to become a man who is not ashamed to be called the ruler of the south and the champion of heaven.

It’s time to clear away the last pebbles rolling around in my chest, and cover the unpainted paper with my own colors.

‘Did Namgung Jincheon kill Tuhee? Probably. But he could be alive. Even if he is alive, he would have suffered serious injuries.’

The bloodthirsty man put down his sword, and Tohui was either dead or seriously injured.

Now, there was only one thing left for Gwak Ji-dal to do: go find Tu-hee.

I don’t know if I’ll confirm Toohui’s death or if I’ll end up suffocating Toohui, who is seriously injured.

My heart started pounding for no reason.

I remembered the girl I had met when I was young. She was scary, but she was also more beautiful than that.

Looking back now, I think that Tuhee might have been my first love.

That’s why Gwak Ji-dal made a promise. If Too-hee was alive, he would not forget to rape her before killing her.

For some reason, my lower body felt heavy.

Gwak Ji-dal took his sword and gave instructions to his subordinates.

“I’ll be back soon, so stay put so we don’t get into trouble.”

“Brother. Where are you going?”

“You don’t need to know that much.”

Gwak Ji-dal and Bo-mu also headed to Samgu Village confidently.

At this moment, his attitude was so majestic that it was worthy of the nickname, “Cheonpae.”

Cheonpae Gwak Ji-dal had no doubt that Tuhee would be alone in Samgu Village.