Tangmunjeon - Chapter 389



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Tangmunjeon Episode 389

Crack

“Gwangyeomra, Gwangyeomra! Come to your senses!”

“Ugh, ugh···.”

The left guardian shook the light flame for a moment, then took care of the light flame and slipped out of the battlefield to prevent it from getting caught up in the fight and getting hurt.

Dang Mu-jin, who was watching the scene, asked Hyeon-gong.

“Hyungong. What have you done?”

Then, Hyun-gong frowned as if he was dissatisfied.

“I didn’t do anything. Why are you suspecting me? You saw me collapse by myself as soon as I showed up. You didn’t even have time to make a fuss.”

“Then why is Gwangyeomra doing that?”

“Well. I guess I learned some strange magic and the magic seeped into my bones. This time, it really isn’t my fault. I’m innocent.”

“Innocence… Hmm.”

It is not easy to connect the expressions of innocence and ignorance.

However, given the circumstances, it did not seem like Hyungong’s story was a lie, so Dang Mujin did not question Hyungong any further and instead observed the situation.

Namgung Jincheon was dealing with Seon Na-seung as if it was a natural thing.

However, unlike the usual battles where he focused on relentless offense, Namgung Jincheon’s swordsmanship was as cautious and defensive as the masters of the Mudang faction. Dang Mujin could guess the reason why.

‘Is it because of the amount of internal energy?’

The internal energy that Namgung Jincheon possessed was on the high side even among the best masters.

The Namgung family was wealthy. If there was someone willing to sell it, they could easily buy elixirs. As the head of the Namgung family, it was only natural that Namgung Jincheon had a large amount of internal energy.

The problem is that the amount of internal energy that Seonnasung possesses is beyond imagination.

Dang Mu-jin recalled the vibration that Seon Na-seung had caused by placing both palms on the floor earlier.

Of all the people Dang Mujin had met so far, there was no one with such an overwhelming amount of internal energy as Seon Na Seung. Not a single person.

‘Is it possible for a human to build up that much internal energy? Even if he healed the veins and achieved harmony between yin and yang, he would not be able to build up that much internal energy.’

Namgung Jincheon was at a slight disadvantage, but he was clearly ahead in terms of enlightenment, so it didn’t seem like he would be easily defeated by Seonna Seung.

That’s why Dang Mu-jin turned his head and looked at the other people.

‘The situation is… We’re at a disadvantage, after all.’

Even if we exclude the true masters like Seonnasung, Gwangyeomra, and Joahobop, there were three more masters in the Demonic Cult.

But their actions were strangely awkward. They were clearly half-baked masters of the highest level, like Magadeng, who escaped from the Demonic Cult and became bandits.

‘No, the word expert doesn’t suit those guys.’

However, since it is at its peak, if half-peaked unmanned people run wild, the damage is bound to be great. They can easily overwhelm the Kunlun School’s masters who have surpassed the peak wall.

However, their achievements did not allow them to immediately cut down the Kunlun School’s top-notch practitioners. The situation was precarious, but the front line did not collapse.

The problem is that there are only six people who are considered the best masters of the Kunlun School.

It’s not that the Kunlun School’s capabilities are particularly lacking. With the exception of the Shaolin Temple, which has more than ten masters, the major schools usually only have six or seven masters.

If you look closely, the fight was over-matched from the start.

But strangely enough, the sacrifices of the Kunlun School practitioners were not that many.

“What, how are you holding up?”

Hyun-gong tapped Dang Mu-jin on the shoulder and pointed to the side.

“Look over there.”

“What do you want me to see… Wait a minute!”

A familiar Kunlun sect master was seen in a state of near death.

The Kunlun sect’s Taoist master fell to the ground with his sword in his hand, and the Demonic Sect’s martial artist stood in front of him, raising his sword. It was a situation where he could lose his life at any moment.

However, the moment Dang Mujin tried to intervene in the fight, the Kunlun School’s Taoist master began to roll backwards. It was Naryeotagon.

But the truly surprising thing happened after that. The new form of the Kunlun School Taoist monk who had been rolling on the Naryeotagon suddenly disappeared.

“This kid, again!”

The Demonic Cult’s unmanned man swung his sword in the direction where the Kunlun Sect’s master had disappeared. There was nothing there.

But as if it had touched the black rock of the Demonic Cult’s unmanned body, it bounced off the air and bounced off unsightly.

The Demonic Cult warrior who lost his opponent due to a strange phenomenon shouted in anger.

“You son of a bitch! You ran away again? Come out now!”

Then, a blade shot out of the empty air and aimed for the stomach of the Demonic Cult warrior.

As the Demonic Cult warrior hurriedly twisted his body, the Kunlun Sect’s Taoist master appeared in the air and grinned.

“Let’s start again.”

Dang Mu-jin realized belatedly what had happened.

‘Is this the truth?’

And then I reached out behind me. Sure enough, there was a wall in the air. A transparent, solid wall that perfectly concealed the other side.

Dang Mu-jin asked Hyun-gong.

“What happened to the formation?”

“It seems like his nature has changed. The Kunlun School’s Taoist master hid himself inside the formation.”

Only then did Tang Wujin understand the situation. The Kunlun School’s Taoists had gone a bit too far and had unleashed a new form of Taoism.

Thanks to the safe zone created by Taoism, the Kunlun School’s Taoists were able to somehow hold off the unmanned forces even when their capabilities were lacking.

Even if you swing your sword more aggressively than usual, if you step back a little, you will be safe from your opponent’s attacks.

But there was one problem. The party leaders could not enter the formation.

“What, how do I get in?”

Hyun-gong answered Dang Mu-jin’s question.

“It seems to be a formation that blocks people by reacting to the fire inside the body. Only those who avoid fire and survive on good food can freely move through the formation.”

That means that among the people in this place, Dang Mu-jin, Hyeon-gong, and Nam-gung Jin-cheon cannot hide inside the formation. I know they have no bad intentions, but the situation is a little annoying.

After Hyun-gong finished explaining the situation, he flew towards Namgung Jin-cheon.

“You look around the battlefield. I will help Elder Namgung Jincheon and return!”

Dang Mu-jin looked at Namgung Jin-cheon.

Seonna Seung’s disciples were not ashamed and attacked together without hesitation, targeting Namgung Jincheon’s weak points.

However, when Hyun-gong arrives, he will be able to stop three of Seon-na-seung’s disciples without much difficulty.

Now Dang Mu-jin thought about how he should fight.

‘In a battle where multiple people are involved, the easiest way to subdue the most people is by using poison.’

Even among poisonous creatures, the most powerful method is to spray poison into the air.

But that wasn’t possible. It was virtually impossible to tell the direction of the wind in the mountains.

If you spill poison with air, not only the Kunlun School members but also those hiding within the formation may be harmed.

‘But I can’t just spray venom. The poison consumption is too great.’

As Dang Mujin thought about that, one of the Demonic Cult’s warriors came running towards him with a sword in his hand.

Judging by his cloudy eyes and the way he charged forward without thinking, the author seemed to be a little confused.

“Where!”

Dang Mu-jin drew his sword in one motion and swung it, leaving a large diagonal sword wound across the upper body of the Demonic Cult warrior. It was a fatal wound.

As blood spurted out loud, a sound like a little boy gasping for breath could be heard behind me.

“Ugh! Did you see it? Did you see it? I killed it in one blow!”

“Cheer up, Grandmaster of the Party!”

It was the voice of the children who had been staying in the dojo. Then a familiar voice was heard.

“Cheer up! Don’t get hurt!”

It was the voice of Mr. Im, a peddler who was suddenly dragged to Kunlun Mountain after being caught up in work.

I can’t see it with my own eyes, but there are definitely a lot of people behind me. They’re all probably watching the flow of the fight with sweaty palms.

At that moment, Dang Mu-jin thought that a small Hong Geul-gae had appeared in his mind.

The little redhead whispered.

– Dangmujin. Right now.

– Right now?

– The moment when you can shine the brightest. Opportunities like this don’t come often. Go! Do it!

Dang Mujin’s heart beat faster. His breathing became faster. Was it the excitement of battle? No. It was a slightly different excitement.

Dang Mu-jin spoke to Mr. Im without realizing it.

“Sir, how much do you think I have accomplished?”

“I heard he’s a master of the highest level! He’s quite good even among masters of the highest level…”

At that moment, six unmanned members of the Demonic Cult rushed towards Dang Mujin.

A few little kids screamed quietly.

Dang Mu-jin took a deep breath and spoke to the children behind him and to Mr. Im.

“Elder.”

“Watch out! I think they’re after you!”

However, Dang Mu-jin paid no attention and shook out his sleeves. Then, three flying rings popped out from each sleeve and caught Dang Mu-jin’s fingers. There were six flying rings in total.

The party leader said.

“Look carefully.”

“what?”

“And, don’t tell anyone···!”

Up until now, the number of weapons that Dangmujin could handle at the same time was four.

Dang Mu-jin decided to skip five of the five wheels and challenge the six wheels.

It seemed possible now. No, it had to be possible. The mood had already been set, so there was no turning back.

‘If it fails, it’s Hong Geol-gae’s fault!’

And Dang Mu-jin was the type to somehow handle a situation when it arose.

Dang Mu-jin held his breath for a moment and swung his arms with elaborate gestures.

The six rings slipped out of his fingers, each with a slight time gap.

A small disc drew six curves in the air.

Since Dang Mu-jin had two eyes, he could not look at the six flying wheels, each drawing a different trajectory, at the same time.

However, Dang Mu-jin knew exactly how high, how fast, and where all those wheels were passing. Just like how you can know what position your body is in even with your eyes closed.

Dang Mu-jin felt as if his head was boiling.

The heat burns away distracting thoughts. The heat burns away the fences that formed the boundaries. Dang Mu-jin’s mind becomes clearer than before, and his boundaries have also expanded a little.

Dang Mu-jin’s fingers on both hands moved on their own as if he was plucking a stringed instrument.

At the same time, the flying wheel that had been flying into the sky suddenly changed its trajectory and crashed down to the ground.

Swoosh-

It seemed as if a lightning bolt made of iron was striking, or as if a god in the sky was swinging his sword towards the ground.

And the necks of the six people approaching in the direction where Dang Mu-jin were simultaneously shot up into the air.

They opened their eyes wide and glared at Dangmujin, as if they had no idea what had happened to them.

“Wow!”

“What’s going on?”

“Can a master do something like that?”

“Is the opponent weak? Or is the party leader strong?”

“You idiot, don’t talk nonsense!”

Unfortunately, there was no one who could judge the incompetence of Dang Mu-jin by observing his performance.

Dang Mu-jin felt regretful inside and focused on the battle again.

The battlefield, which had been unstable, gradually regained balance thanks to the efforts of Dang Mu-jin and Hyeon-gong.

But Dang Mu-jin still could not rest assured.

‘We must decide the outcome before the Light Flame and the Left Guardian re-enter the battlefield.’

The left guard did not leave the light flame to his subordinates but took it himself. This must mean that there was some way he could help.

Moreover, the seizure of the flames seemed to be rather temporary. Sooner or later, the flames would likely regain their composure and return to the battlefield with the help of the left-wing method.

Ominous feelings are never wrong.

Soon after, Dang Mu-jin’s prediction turned out to be correct.

“Whew, whoa… That was dangerous.”

Kwangyeomra rejoined the battlefield, gasping for breath and clutching his head.

Dang Mujin’s two hands were soaked with sweat. It was obvious how the situation would unfold even after separating the two top-tier masters. It was even more so because Gwangyeomra and the left guardian were not half-top-tier masters.

However, Tang Wujin could not attack the two rashly. If the balance was broken here, the front line he had maintained with the Taoists of Kunlun Mountain would collapse.

If that happens, it will surely be a huge burden for the Kunlun School practitioners who have maintained the formation. Furthermore, if the formation is broken, it will be the end.

If people who have not learned martial arts mix with the demonic cult’s unarmed warriors, there is no way to deal with the situation.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Gwangyeomra and Joahobop walked steadily towards the direction where Namgung Jincheon, Hyeon-gong, Seon Na-seung, and their disciples were.

Hyun-gong was frustrated. It was difficult to deal with just Seon-na-seung and his disciples, so how could he handle it when the Left Guardian Law and the Light Flame were added to the mix?

To make matters worse, Seon Na-seung was a person with no pride as a warrior.

Therefore, when the Kwangyeomra and the Left Guardians approached, Seonnasung shouted without hesitation.

“Let’s join forces!”

When Gwangyeomra heard that story, he snickered and picked up his sword.

“That’s unexpected. I thought you’d lecture me about what the afterlife would be like if I killed someone, and about hell… So you’re saying that you’re a warrior too, after all?”

Gwangyeomra took the story lightly. However, Seonnasung took the story seriously.

“You are okay.”

“What do you mean okay?”

“You’re going to hell anyway.”

Gwangyeomra looked at Seonnasung with an expression that said, “Did I hear wrong?”

Then Seonnasung kindly explained.

“You’re already full.”

“···A body that ate gluttony?”

“It’s only a matter of whether you fall into the Avici Hell or the Black Rider Hell, but it’s certain that you will fall into hell. It will be difficult for even Buddha to save you, so it’s better for you to just carry a lot of sins. Since you’ve already thrown away your body.”

In simple terms, it means, ‘You’re already ruined, so I’ll punish you for your sins.’

Gwangyeomra pointed at Hyungong with a dumbfounded expression.

“If I go to hell, where on earth does that kid go? What else is at the bottom of hell?”

“That young man is a good man. He is a good man who seeks out medicine for the sick… So we should end his life before he commits a sin and goes to hell.”

Seon Na-seung spoke like that and looked at Hyeon-gong with a look full of pity.

Kwangyeomra’s head became dizzy again.

It was embarrassing that my side was constantly being verbally abused, but it was even harder to bear the fact that I was being treated worse than Hyun-gong.

Gwangyeomra shouted at Hyungong as if he had just realized it.

“You son of a bitch, what are you talking about again to deceive the Seonna Seung? If you’re a warrior, fight like a warrior and use your sword instead of your tongue!”

Hyun-gong swung his sword sharply, repelling the disciples of Seon-na-seung and said.

“···What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything. If I had charmed Seonnasung like you said, would I have been fighting him until now?”

“Hmm···!”

Because Hyun-gong’s story was quite logical, Gwang-yeom-ra and Jo-ho-beop were speechless.

Hyun-gong noticed a subtle, uncomfortable current flowing between Gwang-yeom-ra, Jo-ho-beop, and Seon-na-seung.

‘Opportunity, if only the opportunity came…!’

At that moment, one of Seonnasung’s disciples extended his fist toward Hyungong.

Hyun-gong tried to block the fist with his sword, but suddenly his eyes widened and he flew towards the direction where Gwang-yeom-ra was. Gwang-yeom-ra and the left guardian were terrified and raised their swords.

However, Hyun-gong’s sword did not point at Gwang-yeom-ra. Instead, it cut through the empty space between Hyun-gong’s Gwang-yeom-ra and Seon-na-seung.

At the same time, the outstretched fist of Seonna Seung’s disciple touched Hyun Gong’s side.

“Ugh!”

Xuan-gong vomited blood. It was the first injury he had suffered since the Battle of Kunlun Mountain began.

Kwangyeomra shouted in confusion.

“What, what is it!”

Hyun-gong held his side and continued to vomit blood, while sending a message to Gwang-yeom-ra and the Left Guardian.

– Don’t let the Sunna Seung get to you. He is looking for your weak points.

Pause.

Kwangyeomra and Joahobeop took a step back without realizing it.

As if he realized it too late, Gwangyeom-ra sent a message to Hyeon-gong.

– Are you, you son of a bitch, preparing to commit another crime?

When Hyun-gong heard that story, his expression crumpled without warning.

– No. Just don’t believe it. I have no intention of stopping you twice.

Hyun-gong finished his speech like that, then spat out blood-mixed saliva and took a deep breath. Whoosh, whoosh.

Kwangyeomra and Joahobop pretended to have indifferent expressions.

But Hyun-gong saw many things in his eyes. The pupils of Gwang-yeom-ra and Jo-ho-beop’s eyes trembled slightly.

And finally, the gaze of the Light Flame glanced to the right. It was a very short moment.

That’s more than enough. All you have to do is plant the seed of doubt.

Hyun-gong’s eyes glowed sinisterly.