The Reincarnation of Fusion Punk - Chapter 248



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#Episode 250.

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Intense flames flew from the center of the training ground.

The swords of Revan and Cheongpung are entangled.

Visible energy and invisible energy. Either way, the enormous energy waves emitted by the two Twelve Emperors engulfed the vast underground smoke chamber. Soon, a formation appeared above the heads of the two who had exchanged their first blows.

From the dark underground smokehouse to the vast open field.

Hooooo—

Soon, a fierce wind swept from the floor. The crossed plum blossom sword and the light did not back down and competed with each other’s strength. In the middle, Revan twisted his wrist first. Geugeuk—the black blade smoothly advancing along the plum blossom sword’s blade.

At the same time, the magical power pulled Cheongpung’s legs and pinned him to the ground. If you tie up the lower body, your balance will be lost. A similar situation to the past when you showed off your martial arts skills in front of the back alley fruit vendor was recreated.

However, it was not like the past.

Cheongpung instantly regained his shaky balance and concentrated his power on Yongcheonhyeol to escape the realm of magical power. He stepped on the pavilion on the steep cliff and swam, displaying the polarity of Dark Incense Breath. Soon, the ground where Cheongpung was standing caved in due to Revan’s magical power that had lost its target, and a loud noise erupted.

Swish!

At that moment, a tiny ripple of noise was caught between the loud noises.

The completed Dark Spirit Sword shot out a blue wind that changed direction in the air. Revan had to face the sword of the blue wind that rushed in before the loud noise.

A mixture of atolls, sedges, and silts filled Revan’s vision. It was a sword that even the greatest martial arts masters in the world could not easily counter in Cheongpung’s non-combat. The aura that bloomed from the tip of the sword cut through the space and stabbed Revan in the vital spot.

Swish—

But then, all of a sudden, a ray of energy brushed Cheongpung’s nape in reverse. A sudden blooming of aura and fluttering air. A feast of atolls, sedges, and silt spread out before Cheongpung.

“······.”

It seemed as if the sword that Cheongpung had just stretched out was eaten by Revan’s light and then returned as if it had been spit out all at once.

In Cheongpung’s eyes, it clearly seemed that way.

Then, a cold pressure shook my senses.

Kuung!

Cheongpung narrowed his eyes, planted his feet hard on the ground, and continued to strike with fierce swords.

———————Oh my!

The clash of swords consumed all light and sound. The peerless warriors were mingling and sharing the harmony, but it became a strange space without sound or light.

The two exchanged countless quick swordsmanships within it.

Soon, the space is distorted by the intense force. A black trajectory that devours light and energy. The five-shaped sword, this herbivore blade, is scattered across Cheongpung’s front.

Cheongpung also continued to spray his sword light, which moved forward in waves.

Then, a shock wave so strong that it was difficult to even step on the ground swept through the nearby fields.

Crunch!

The plum blossoms wrapped around Cheongpung’s head are cut off and flutter weakly. Beneath Cheongpung’s scattered hair, the two letters “limit” appear. It’s not much different from Revan, who fought in his mind, but before he knew it, a gap in strength had formed that could not be filled with technique. If it continues like this, isn’t the hand that drew the sword ashamed?

······at last.

The wind that had been thrown back straightened its posture.

Hurrrurr—

Soon, purple buds bloom in the fields covered with black trajectories.

The season of the volcano. Purple Cloud Divine Work.

The boiling, extreme energy of the sun swirled around Cheongpung’s entire body. Soon, Cheongpung’s energy spread to the end of the smokehouse, and the foreign scent of plum blossoms, so much so that his sense of smell was lost, seeped into his bones. In Cheongpung’s deep breath, a vivid purple energy mixed in.

Hooooo······

In this way, the energy imbued with Jahashin Gong spread through the meridians of the entire body and even to the third vein.

Dduk dduk—

The purple light stretched out and reached my fingertips.

Soon, the Plum Blossom Sword of the Blue Wind was also affected and began to beat loudly. The sword that had been flowing with a tangible sword energy was once again covered with a purple sword energy.

The divine sword is united with the power of the Jashin Gong, and the energy of the extreme sun endlessly pushes the purple internal energy to the upper stage. The heat is swirling. Cheongpung, who has temporarily overcome his own limitations, lightly pushed the ground with his feet.

For a brief moment, a pure purple light filled the formation.

Phew! Phew!

A speed unlike any before. The gap narrowed in an instant, and a strong gust of wind blew towards Revan’s face.

His wide-open eyes resembled those of a hawk hunting for prey.

Revan, who read the path of the sword of the wind that had been thrust forward, responded immediately.

Kaga River—!

“······.”

A power that would make your hands go numb. What kind of logic was contained in the sword that the genius melted his life’s experience into? Indeed, Cheongpung, who used his Jashin Gong to the extreme, was a divine sword itself. It narrowed the gap to a realm that could be called absolute, and poured out purple energy to bring down the battlefield.

However, if you don’t intend to become a cripple, you can’t keep that kind of power up for that long. No matter how long you keep it up, it won’t exceed a hundred syllables.

One hundred and one. In a fight between masters, if it’s long, it’s long, and if it’s short, it’s short.

Revan swung his light beam with all his might against Cheongpung, who stretched out his sword while displaying the power of the polarity of Jashin Gong. As time passed, he had already passed 120 hap.

As expected.

Blue and red hues continued to appear on Cheongpung’s pale face. Soon, a hazy aura rose above Cheongpung’s head. It was a phenomenon that anyone would think was a sign of a demon’s attack. It was great that he had surpassed Baek Yeo-hap, but as expected, there was a limit.

Cool—

Every time his face turned red, a clot of blood would flow out of his nose.

As Revan looked at it, Cheongpung spoke rather indifferently.

“Chief. I don’t know if I’m crazy.”

Crunch!

“At your level, most people are half crazy.”

Revan nodded, dodging the sharp sword strike.

If you aren’t crazy about martial arts in the first place, you won’t even be able to get close to the level that Cheongpung has achieved and you’ll fall down. Whether you’re crazy about martial arts, crazy about magic, or just plain crazy, that guy is crazy somewhere.

Why would a genius, who is said to be hard to find in the world, torture his body like that?

After a while, Revan stared at Cheongpung and said.

It was a serious and calm voice.

“He is possessed by a demon and is still doing this. He must be crazy.”

Cheongpung has a horse in his mouth.

Since he fought Revan and Lily while wearing the polarity of the Jashin Gong, he must have been enduring excruciating pain that felt like his whole body was boiling even a few rounds ago.

In addition, Cheongpung is currently correcting the distorted Qi and blood due to the poisoning of the main body. This is why his complexion keeps changing.

But even in the midst of all that.

Crunch!

“······.”

Chimi endures both the pain and the pain of the mouth while swinging her sword. It is a miracle. Is that possible with human will?

Most likely, they won’t be convinced and won’t even understand, because they’ve never lived as the extraordinary genius that’s right in front of them.

A talent beyond common sense. A talent that can truly be considered world-class.

“Cheongpung, you won’t be afraid even if you stand in front of Cheonma. Even if you are possessed, you can control your will.”

Phew!

The corners of Cheongpung’s mouth went up as he spat out the blood clot.

“Haha! No, Hyungjang, are you calling that a word?”

Sugagak—

A quick and eerie anticipation, different from hearty laughter, brushed Revan’s nape. A purple straight line flashed through space and stopped. Revan, who had bent his waist to the limit, felt the touch of the smokescreen on the back of his head. In that state, Revan and Cheongpung’s gazes crossed.

The crossroads of the horse’s mouth. Cheongpung held on to Jaha Shin-gong, who was about to be squashed by excessive use, with his will. He endured and persevered like a plum tree that endured the winter.

“The motive power of the world that supports the world is in the volcano.”

“······.”

Calm eyes scan the five senses.

Cheongpung’s heart was not broken by the words, but rather burned even more.

In an instant, Revan’s contracted muscles spring back. Revan’s five-shaped sword, which shoots out like a bullet when the trigger is pulled, extends its blade. The sharp blade created by Revan’s master ripples with rough momentum.

Kugugugugugu—

A moving ground. A storm that runs wildly across the fields.

In the narrow distance of a single inch due to the rush of the blue wind, dozens and hundreds of swords pour down from both sides, dyeing the world white. At the point of the swirling turbulence. The swordsmen who were wearing armor called Geomgang finally revealed their true colors.

Kagagagagak—A huge amount of sparks erupted throughout the underground smoke chamber like a volcano. The heated swords of Revan and Cheongpung sizzled as if they had just come out of a furnace.

Soon, the hot air hits your face.

———Waeaeaaak!

Suddenly, a sword dyed black shot out and cut across the field. Cheongpung’s bloodshot eyes on the other side opened wide. The light from Revan’s hand was cutting through space on its own.

An invisible flame burned brightly at the tip of the sword.

Before the tip of the light reached the sleeve of the martial arts uniform, Cheongpung’s new form disappeared into obscurity. At the same time, the light swept across Cheongpung’s back and penetrated the boundary of the formation.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the sky above the field. However, at the tip of the sword of light that was vibrating and piercing the boundary of the formation, only the torn hem of Cheongpung’s clothes was hanging.

Revan, who had thrown the light, lowered his head.

Cheongpung was seen kicking the ground with all his might from a crouching position. Deep footprints were created on the ground, and Cheongpung’s new form appeared above Revan’s head.

Just wearing a deep purple shawl.

Swaaaah!

······The plum blossom sword swept through the air in one breath. Revan raised his head and watched the falling flowers. The cool sword dance of the blue wind that struck like an electric current continued gracefully.

A murderous sword dance that has no limits whatsoever.

A huge force of air surrounded Revan’s fist. The fist strike followed, and the plum blossoms of the Qingpung continued. The chaotic battle at incredible speed continued, with dozens of sword lights and fists flashing every second, raising thick clouds of dust.

Thud!

At some point, the light that had been stuck in the wall returned. As soon as Revan caught the light that had been drawn into the water with one hand, he swept the lower part of the body in a long stroke. Under Cheongpung’s feet, who had been lifted into the air by the tingling sensation, a sword mark was drawn like a picture.

Jeokjeok—

The sword strokes became brushes and wove the air. The lines that Revan had created were cracking. Like the full moon in the dark night, the solid lines of the energy that had been rounded up were splitting apart.

Cheongpung opened his eyes. The power contained within was not something he could handle right away. It would soon be split into tens of thousands of pieces!

It was impossible to stop the explosion of unimaginable energy from a close range. Cheongpung retreated for the first time while dividing the group. The next moment, as Cheongpung had expected, countless pieces of energy burst out, shaking the entire formation.

Oh Hyeong-geom’s third second. The power of the Manhwi Geukpa style swept away the eight sides like a flood.

Kurururururung—!

“······.”

Cheongpung’s eyes settled. He took a deep breath as he looked at the pieces of strong energy that burst out like a flood and took up space.

Have one thought. One thought only.

Benda.

Soon, the sword of the blue wind swept over like a plum blossom blowing in the wind. And then, like the snow plum blossoms that eventually bloom even though they quickly freeze in the snow in winter when even the branches shrink in the indifferent cold wind.

A single flower that has survived the oppression of winter is blooming.

The momentum of Jaha Shin-gong, who had gathered all the heat and created a single flower, also disappeared at that point, burning the last soul in all directions.

Plum blossom and indong (梅花忍冬). Black flower.

Wow, wow, wow, wow!

In that way, the Cheongpung cleared away all the pieces of the pouring down energy. A dazzling purple halo swirled around, and Cheongpung, who had erased the gap in an instant, squeezed out all his power and stabbed with his sword.

The rising beam of Revan’s light blocked their path, and the magical power that maintained the formation eventually could not withstand the collision and was half-shattered.

Choaaaak!

Two new models bounced off the rebound.

The background they stand on is divided.

Half of it is a field full of plum blossoms.

Half of it is an underground smokehouse covered in moisture and darkness.

“······.”

“······.”

Revan and Cheongpung focused on each other. A dry wind blew beneath their feet. Cheongpung, who stood in the center of the field like a noble crane, laughed heartily.

Clang!

······A ray of light descended in front of Cheongpung. Slowly enough for anyone to see. When the tip of the broken plum blossom sword shook the ground, Revan, with a strange expression, opened his mouth.

“Yes, the Plum Blossom Sword did not contain the future best in the world.”

“What are you talking about, Commander?”

Then Cheongpung responded with a sly smile.

“How can that mere piece of metal hold up to the future? It would be difficult to hold up to the present me.”

Gulp—

Soon, a stream of blood flowed down Revan’s cheek.

* * *

The battle is over.

The blue energy in Meng Yu-baek’s eyes. Their incalculable swords gleamed before his eyes. Meng Yu-baek engraved it in his mind.

however.

haha-

In the underground training ground where silence flows, the hearty laughter of two men suddenly echoes.

Hahahaha—

What was so funny? Meng Yubaek’s master, Revan, just stood there calmly and laughed, and Cheongpung laughed like an idiot even though his nose was bleeding.

“···?”

It’s impossible to control. Just a moment ago, the men who were fighting with the momentum of breaking the formation and blowing away the training ground suddenly burst into laughter. The heavy atmosphere became infinitely lighter as they shared their unstoppable chemistry. They held their stomachs and laughed. They competed in laughter as if they were showing off their voices.

Without any conversation about the rain.

I don’t know why, but I felt refreshed when I saw her smiling brightly.

······Is that the reason?

“I’m suddenly hungry because I laughed so much.”

“The same goes for my younger brother who ate the plum blossom sword. When I return to Nanjing, I will be full of insults, so I should fill my stomach in advance.”

“Go to Kaldrak Smith in Al Heimdall, not Nanjing.”

“?”

“I don’t know if I’ll sharpen your sword since I hate the world of martial arts so much, but I’ll at least bring it up.”

“Director, if that guy yells at me, won’t I end up taking the blame for everything?”

“Then go to the main text and brag about how you broke a knife and came back.”

“Ah. That’s true······.”

at that time.

Cheongpung turned around.

And then he looked at Maeng Yu-baek from afar.

Because I was curious about that pure and extraordinary boy who, even amidst the surging waves of the twelve, had no intention of hiding the fact that he was intoxicated by the intersecting martial arts that revealed his nobility.

Jeobuk-

Cheongpung approached Maeng Yu-baek and asked. Cheongpung tied up the plum blossom cloth cut in half and wiped the blood covering his face.

“Sajil, are the swords of Sasuk and Master okay?”

“······.”

I saw it for the first time today, and the way it was spoken seemed to be mixed with love and hate.

The sword that had been combined with the master’s sword and hundreds of combinations to embroider the air. It was a magnificent black thread with vivid plum blossoms. It was so great that I wanted to capture it with my own two eyes once more. The air current that had raised the last plum blossoms still remained in Cheongpung’s entire body.

Meng Yubaek’s lips twitched.

“The Master has won.”

At Maeng Yu-baek’s bold words.

ha ha ha-

Cheongpung and Revan laughed again like before.

And in that atmosphere, Meng Yu-baek moved his lips again. The sentiments that Yu-baek had felt flowed out.

“However, your Majesty did not lose. It seems that the two of you did not fight to decide victory or defeat in the first place.”

“······.”

“In my eyes, it looked like a sword that was sharp but had a straight heart. That’s why it was a sword I would cherish as a memory for the rest of my life. So much so that I would dare to chase it.”

An odd silence flowed.

Cheongpung’s gaze wavered for a moment.

The twelve emperors who cannot yet be raised to the level of Maeng Yu-baek.

The next moment, Meng Yu-baek, who had become absorbed in his emotions and had gone off topic, felt greatly embarrassed and added to the conversation.

“I don’t really know why you two are laughing······.”

however.

It was when Meng Yu-baek finished speaking like that.

Swish-

Suddenly, Revan, who had been listening to the conversation, put his hand into his bosom. Then, as if he was reminded of the Jashin Air that Cheongpung had just used with extreme force, a huge amber light flashed and burst out.

A priceless treasure.

A worldly treasure that no one can put a price on.

It was a single ring made from the essence of at least a seven-legged corpse.

The head turned.

—······!

Soon, when Cheongpung and Maeng Yubaek’s eyes, who had caught a glimpse of the precious thing from afar, opened wide, they couldn’t get any bigger.

Same-

The precious ring that was pulled out of Revan’s hand was split into three pieces as if measured with a ruler.

“Levan, who split the ring, said.

“I guess they got hurt while fighting.”

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