The Heavenly Horse Who Hits the Ball - Chapter 142
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puck!
Blood flowed from Mo Yongpeng’s nose and his head fell back.
Not only did my momentum decrease, but I also felt like my body was floating.
All that touches the soles of your feet is empty space.
As he flew backwards, Mo Yong Peng couldn’t believe that he had lost.
“Save me!”
People rushed in and took Mo Yongpeng out.
“Ugh…….”
Mo Yong-peng let out a rough groan while being held in the arms of his colleagues.
“Hey you! I won’t let you off!”
Buck! Buck!
As some people drew their swords, Murong Peng quickly stopped them.
“That, that’s enough… Put your swords away, my friends.”
“Hey! Why are you putting up with such humiliation and just sitting there?”
“This is not it. We can’t be fooled by someone like that.”
Mo Yong-byeong thoroughly toyed with Mo Yong-peng.
I couldn’t kill him even though I could.
I felt angry and wronged.
And yet, I was scared and empty.
I had heard stories, but seeing the divine power of the recruits with my own eyes was beyond imagination.
It was chilling to think that he had this much power and yet he had kept himself hidden all this time, just waiting for an opportunity.
The opponent is now only eighteen.
But this was not the kind of attitude one should have at that age.
Mo Yong-peng sighed as he watched the shadows cast over his colleagues’ faces.
I lost both the game and my spirit.
Now they will feel deep despair just by hearing the name of the recruit.
This defeat left them with a gnawing fear.
‘I’d rather kill you.’
Then, suddenly, Murong Peng shivered at a frightening thought.
‘If this is all calculated… … .’
Mo Yong-peng closed his eyes.
It didn’t take long for them to realize that they had no future.
That was when.
“I was wrong about my nephew. There were a few snakes inside that innocent face. I recognized you when you took off your mask, but I didn’t know it would be this bad.”
Thud, thud.
The one approaching with proud steps was Mo Yong-cheol.
Murong Cheol’s gaze fell on Murong Peng.
At that gaze, Mo Yong-peng lowered his head.
“I’m sorry, sorry.”
Mo Yong-cheol was angry.
When Mo Yong-peng came forward, he didn’t stop him.
If he can defeat the recruits, it’ll be great.
Even if I couldn’t defeat it, it wasn’t so bad.
Because Murong Byeong will get tired from fighting Murong Peng.
So I just watched, but the result was so disappointing.
‘That bastard is a jerk. If you’re going to be the vanguard, you should kill him by any means necessary. Are you going to get hurt by him?’
Mo Yong-cheol held back the swear words welling up inside him and forced a compassionate smile.
“Your body is badly injured. Take good care of yourself.”
Anyone who heard it could tell that he was worried about his luggage.
But when Murong Peng heard those words, he trembled in fear.
‘Dead, dead.’
It was a moment when a future that was not going to kill but was worse than living opened up.
Not only would he lose his position, he might even end up leaving the Moyong family altogether.
I wasn’t afraid to leave.
But leaving his home meant taking away all the benefits his home had given him, including all the martial arts he had learned.
In other words, it means that the martial arts are destroyed and you are kicked out.
One, Mo Yong-peng decided to accept it sweetly.
“……I apologize for causing you any trouble. I will gladly accept any punishment.”
“I’ll talk to you later.”
Mo Yong-cheol turned around.
“But even though we’re one family, the stakes are too high.”
“I saw it for you.”
“……?”
“If I really did, I would be interviewing King Yeomra by now. And… I don’t show mercy to people who try to kill me. And yet I survived. Why is that?”
“I see. You should be grateful, since you saved the life of someone who was trying to kill you.”
“of course.”
Sealook.
The wrinkles around Mo Yong-cheol’s eyes were furrowed.
But that was only for a moment, as he answered with a brighter smile.
“Thank you for saving him.”
“If you are grateful, pay the price.”
“cost?”
“I’ll give you my life. In return, please close all your danjeons.”
“Are you telling me to give up martial arts?”
“You’re all in management positions now, right? If you don’t have any merit, will you have trouble doing your job? No, you won’t. I’ll spare your life, so give up everything and live quietly. Before I change my mind.”
The recruit looked around.
“At first I wanted to cut them all out, but when I actually saw it, I felt bad about it.”
“No, aren’t you sad?”
“Yes. I feel really bad for my uncle. This number is all there is to his inner circle. Did he run for the position of the head of the household relying on these people?”
“Huh! Huh! Your tongue is sharp too.”
“Uncle, just put everything down.”
“What if you don’t like it?”
“According to the law.”
Peeling.
The recruiter threw away the dragon sword.
“I can only speak with my sword.”
“The sea I was hoping for.”
Mo Yong-cheol smiled brightly.
‘A puppy that doesn’t know the fear of a tiger.’
I will definitely crush that mouth of yours that is running wild and talking nonsense, thought Mo Yong-cheol.
* * *
Chiring.
He’s a player.
The Dragon Sword cut through space with great force.
Oh my god.
Mo Yong-cheol also faced the sword without regretting his name.
Ding-!
As the two swords clashed, the shockwave of the qi caused the earth to twist and split, flying into the sky.
After dividing the work, suspicion appeared on Mo Yong-cheol’s face as he stepped back.
‘It’s clearly the Jangcheon Sword Technique, but why does it feel unfamiliar?’
Mo Yong-cheol was a swordsman who spent his entire life with a sword.
He mastered all three major swordsmanship techniques of the Murong family.
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It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the second-best swordsman in the world.
Because he had reached the pinnacle of kendo, he could read what kind of swordsmanship his opponent used, what its characteristics were, where its origins were, and even the level of internal energy contained in that swordsmanship.
However, the swordsmanship of the Mo Yong-byeong was strangely invisible, even though it was the very obvious Jangcheon swordsmanship.
frame.
It is an invitation, a number, and a road.
Whether it’s third-rate, first-rate, or ascending martial arts, all martial arts have a mold.
For anything, there are clear rules and regulations, and a path is created to walk along that path.
However, there was no sign of a sword in the mercenary soldier’s sword.
Rather, it was strangely simple.
Simplicity.
It may seem like it would be easy to deal with, but it’s actually more difficult.
Because I didn’t know where it would go.
‘Could this be the level of the Muyeonggeom?’
A martial arts sword.
This is the end of kendo, the path to the heart sword.
A state that far surpasses the state of union between the sword and the divine sword, where the sword will come out soon and I will become the sword.
That’s why there is no framework for forensic science or forensic investigation.
What kind of framework is needed when the sword moves as the mind desires?
Mo Yong-cheol, who immediately realized his nephew’s level, was shocked by this unbelievable reality.
“Have you thrown away your sword?”
“Can’t you see what I’m holding?”
“Not that!”
“What exactly do you want to know?”
“How… how can someone like you reach the realm of the Shadowless Sword that even I have not yet reached?”
“Because it’s me!”
“What!”
“I can do it because it’s me.”
Mo Yong-cheol’s head turned white.
That guy Mojiri saw the end of kendo?
That can’t be true!
He’s never reached that level.
I was mistaken.
“How dare you deceive me!”
“Believe it or not.”
The recruiter laughed.
‘I’ve never lied to anyone, but you’re writing a novel on your own.’
“Uncle, don’t put me in the mold you made. Got it?”
Blood.
The dragon sword stretched out.
“You coward! Was this a surprise attack?”
Chewing.
Mo Yong-cheol’s sword twisted and deflected the Yongsal sword.
But the Yongsal Sword didn’t stop there, and continued to strike like a storm.
“People, when they reach a certain level, they all become arrogant and think they are the best. I used to be the same. That arrogance brought trouble and I am having a hard time now… Compared to that, my uncle is a very happy person.”
“What are you talking about!”
“You haven’t reached that level yet.”
“What!”
“Power that is not matched by mediocre ability… I won’t do it. I’ll just remain second in command. Is second in command too much for you?”
Jeez, jeez.
Mo Yong-cheol’s defense, which had been unfolding a sword barrier, was perfect, but he was pushed back a step due to the difference in strength.
‘What kind of power!’
At first glance, the mercenary attack seemed haphazard.
However, the problem was the sword intent contained within it.
The techniques that are based on real-life enlightenment rather than basic techniques, such as the first and second shots, completely surpassed Mo Yong-cheol’s imagination.
As a result, Mo Yong-cheol reacted much later, and as a result, he continued to be pushed back.
At that time, something crossed Mo Yong-cheol’s mind.
‘That’s it! My guess was right.’
I thought too deeply just by looking at the frameless thing.
However, Mo Yong-cheol thought that the opponent did not create nothing out of something.
It seemed like the sword didn’t even have a frame to begin with, rather than having reached a certain level and lost its frame.
Sword fighting is a skill.
The reason why the sword of the recruiter had no blade was probably because he lacked the skills.
Mo Yong-cheol was convinced that he had made that mistake because the sword was a sword that could only be pushed forward with force.
‘If you are an ignorant bastard with nothing but strength… … I will deal with you accordingly.’
Sigh! Ss …
The sword of the recruiting army continued without stopping.
At the same time, his words stabbed Mo Yong-cheol’s heart.
“The pride that you have in thinking you are the best in the world, and the arrogance that makes you look down on everyone else. Don’t you know that this is eating away at you and eating away at you? Do you think my sword is just an ignorant sword with power?”
The words of the recruiter were as sharp as a sword.
That would be the case, because there was one thing that Mo Yong-cheol overlooked.
A master controls the energy he has drawn with his mind, and his skills move according to his mind.
Sometimes he displays enormous physical strength that can destroy mountains at once, and other times he produces thousands of sword energy and shows illusions.
In his previous life as a Heavenly Horse, Mo Yong-byeong was obsessed with martial arts.
The Samdan-gong he uses is the result of studying the swordsmanship of numerous masters of the sword, extracting their strengths and compensating for their weaknesses.
There are so many rules and regulations that it seems as if there is no such framework at all: the sword of Mo Yong-byeong.
So, it was inevitable that Mo Yong-cheol would be mistaken.
“I will teach you. True kendo does not come from honor and tradition.”
Chachachachang-!
“It’s not about fancy looks or great power.”
Chachachang-!
The black sword of the recruiter was persistent.
Even while dividing the swords, Mo Yong-byeong did not miss Mo Yong-cheol’s movements.
‘The law and the sword are exquisitely balanced and harmonized.’
Mo Yong-cheol didn’t just insist on the sword.
Strike and escape with agile techniques and confuse your opponents with unexpected sword strikes.
And yet, it was empowering.
The main martial arts of the Murong family are based on hegemony.
What supported that power was speed.
Since it combines a change that momentarily causes confusion in the sense of distance and speed, it was inevitable that the martial art of ascension would be born.
Of course, even a recruit could do that much.
Because controlling the opponent’s space and protecting your own space is the most basic of martial arts.
A true master uses it efficiently.
But the recruits didn’t do that.
In fact, if he had released all of his internal energy, the match would have ended easily.
No matter what your technology is, if you overwhelm it with force, it’s over.
But killing wasn’t the answer, Mo Yong-byeong thought.
It was because he wanted to show Murong Che the sky, just as he had shown Murong Peng despair, a high wall that he could not dare look up to.
Whirlyrick.
Mo Yong-byeong appropriately combined his magic and evasion techniques to take advantage of Mo Yong-cheol’s openings.
If it had been anyone else, he would have been caught in the trap of the sword he had spread.
But the opponent is Mo Yong-cheol.
His crisis detection ability, which he acquired naturally through practical experience, was excellent as expected from a master.
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