The World of Sound - Chapter 199
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The intrusion of heavenly flowers.
And the massacre of the Tang Dynasty’s unmanned forces.
Even though he was not a common soldier, but a Dok-in, an elite among elites, no one could blame or be hostile to Cheonhwa.
The masters of the Tang family who have achieved the realm of the Germanic are all great masters who have reached the pinnacle of their abilities, but at least in this situation, their weight cannot help but differ greatly.
Woof- Woof-
Doo-doo!
Also, the waves caused by Cheonma and Cheonhwa, Cheonhwa and Cheonma covered the surrounding area.
The surviving members of the Tang family were indignant, but their anger was easily swallowed by the waves of energy emanating from the two of them.
The sound, like a heartbeat, overwhelmed and destroyed everything around it.
“Blood, avoid it!”
“Get as far away as you can!”
“This is not a fight we should get involved in!”
Just getting close to it made my internal energy flow back.
Because they were on the verge of being possessed by a demon or suffering internal injuries, all the martial artists around them, regardless of whether they were from the Murim Alliance or the Demonic Cult, quickly retreated.
This fight decides everything.
It wasn’t just a simple showdown, but I also realized that both of them were strong enough that no matter how many people gathered here tried to attack them, they couldn’t do anything.
“Are you okay? It looks like you’ve lost some strength over there. If you want, I can wait until you recover. I’ve been waiting for this moment too, so I can be that generous.”
“Strength? Oh, what can you do with that much? You seem to be the one who has lost some strength. You pretended to be fine, but the attacks weren’t easy, right?”
In the midst of all this, the two people had both tension and relaxation.
There was a ceaseless wave of mutual recognition between them, but at the same time, they had faith and confidence that they would win.
So instead of just going all out, there was a strange war of nerves.
Cheonma provoked Cheonhwa by asking if he was tired from dealing with the joint surprise attack of Dangga and Mine, and Cheonhwa, on the other hand, was upset, saying that although it seemed like he had easily dealt with Taegeuk Sword Master and Gyeongcheon Black Master, he actually knew that he had consumed a considerable amount of internal energy.
And we laughed together.
There is a murderous aura in that smile, though.
“Then, shall we start right away?”
Meanwhile, the first one to gain strength was none other than Cheonma.
As much as he had waited for a long time, it seemed that he could not even show Cheonhwa the composure he had shown Samje.
A powerful magical energy surged from his body, and in response, the bodies of the demons gathered on the battlefield also surged with magical energy.
All those forces came together and darkened the sky like a dark cloud.
“Suddenly the sky?!”
Those who don’t know may think it’s just a weather anomaly, but Cheonhwa was different.
It’s a little different, but I’ve seen that technique before.
“Cheonmasura Sword?”
Does this kid still look down on me?
For a moment, a look of displeasure crossed Cheonhwa’s face.
Just like the ambush earlier, it felt like he was acknowledging me, but also strangely belittling me, which made me feel bad.
After using the Cheonmasamgeom technique called Cheonmasinhyeonsin to your heart’s content, you go back and take out something like Cheonmasurageom.
Of course, the consumed magic energy of the Heavenly Demon was replenished, and beyond that, a huge amount of magic energy that could not be stored in his body was swirling around him, so it could be seen as a preparatory stage, but he did not hide his discomfort.
“No, it’s the Heavenly Demonic Art.”
Then, as if he had noticed Cheonhwa’s discomfort, Cheonma added:
“I am in the heaven of the devil. How can the phenomena occurring in that heaven be considered as something individual? So, you don’t have to worry.”
“If that’s the case, then that’s fortunate. It would be disappointing if you act cocky like a cult leader or something and end up dying without being able to show off your skills, right?”
Even after hearing that, Cheonhwa threw another provocation, perhaps because he was still upset, or perhaps to warn her.
“In the end, even though I used all my strength, it was no use to me.”
He brought up the leader of the Demonic Cult, who was also known as a demon in the Central Plains martial arts world, and poked at Cheonma’s sore spot.
It is unknown whether he was a successor by blood or a simple disciple, but he would not have raised someone of that level just like that, so even if he did not react, the death of the junior sect leader would have had great meaning to him.
“So show me. That Thousand Horse Sword. When I dealt with it, it was pretty good.”
Furthermore, they touched the Cheonmasamgeom that they blindly believed in.
He led me to use that thing, which was also his pride.
He is the enemy of his parents, but at the same time, he is the only one who can stand against the Heavenly Sound God, so he wants to fight properly.
It seemed like it would only make sense that way.
As an avenger, and as the master of the Heavenly Sound Gate.
“If you want to get beaten up and locked up for a hundred years, do whatever you want.”
“A hundred years ago?”
“Then, surely… … ?”
“I thought so!”
There was also a response from the Murim Alliance to those words.
Some people who remember the truth from a hundred years ago are pretending to know.
Some of them seemed to have doubted it, but most looked shocked.
It was only natural, if we remember the shocking power and techniques of that day a hundred years ago.
But Cheonhwa ignored it.
Because it doesn’t matter how they react or what they think of themselves.
In a sense, it doesn’t matter that the Master could have been considered the most dangerous enemy of the Martial Arts Alliance a hundred years ago.
If you rush in, you’ll just get destroyed.
If you show overwhelming force, they won’t even dare to think about doing anything.
“You’re being arrogant after dealing with a mere immature guy. You can think of it however you want. But you should be careful. I’m a true Heavenly Horse.”
Cheonma also has such thoughts, and he doesn’t take his eyes off Cheonhwa.
However, he simply turned the Heavenly Demon Sword back and lightly waved his left hand.
“That guy would have written something like this. Compare.”
“!”
The thing being swing is a Cheonma Bok.
That’s what the small group leader used too.
The tension of an incredible career exploded and crushed me.
Cheonhwa quickly countered with a loud noise by flicking the brain wave.
As he boasted, there was a clear difference in power between him and the cult leader.
‘Huh. So, it’s Cheonma?’
Then he started playing.
He merely shook his hand once, but the world was already tainted with magic, so the magic floating in the air reacted to him and responded, continuously creating the power of the circuit leader.
Cheonhwa also became serious because it was similar to the Jinsebokmyeolgang he was using.
‘Then, let’s go with full power.’
As the techniques of the Igi Geom were put to use, musical instruments, which were also sacred objects of the Cheonummun, rose up next to Cheonhwa.
‘The world will be destroyed by a great explosion.’
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Play the instruments together and counter the attacks of the Heavenly Horse.
But even so, Cheonma’s offensive felt formidable.
He was more powerful, more refined, and had a deeper understanding of waves than any master I had ever faced.
What may seem like a simple showdown of strength to others is actually a very sophisticated clash of waves, with each attack creating a different wave as they aim for each other.
Because of this, the two were more serious than ever, but they also seemed somewhat boring, despite their fearsome power.
“Do you feel it now? Then let’s do it properly.”
It can’t be helped.
This is because this was only an exploratory battle.
Through that brief but not-so-brief workshop, they explored each other and impressed upon each other their own strengths.
That was enough, now it was time for the real fight to begin.
“You certainly seem to be close to ‘that’ person that day.”
This time, it was Cheonma who struck first.
He grabbed the Heavenly Demon Sword that he had turned behind his waist with all his might and gathered a huge amount of magical energy.
“But if that’s all, this place will become your grave.”
There was no warning.
Because the sense of heaven and earth was already ringing the alarm bell.
‘danger.’
It’s dangerous.
He warned that an incredible force that could endanger one’s life had gathered, and Cheonhwa’s hands flicked the string faster and more roughly.
The power of several spirits, including Pungnyeongjirak, had already been awakened.
But it wasn’t enough. He was still holding on somehow, but he hadn’t yet unleashed the Cheonmasamgeom properly.
Although the Heavenly Demon Lord maintains the state of the Heavenly Demon Body, it does not unleash the attack of the Heavenly Demon Three Swords.
If it were used, would it be possible to stop it?
Really, just as the Black Emperor of Gyeongcheon blurted out in a state of ecstasy, could it be that Cheonma has gone beyond the realm of the flower world and reached the realm of the supernatural?
For the first time, a negative thought occurred to Cheonhwa’s mind.
“I have already surpassed him that day!”
Cheonmasamgeom
First of all. The Heavenly Demon’s Island (閃).
The magic is condensed.
It was condensed and compressed, and came out in thin thread-like shapes.
It was a thin line that almost looked like a silver line, but the moment he saw it, Cheonhwa gritted his teeth.
If you touch it, you die.
Because a feeling of intuition, almost like a prophecy, came to mind.
It was a power that could truly be called the death line.
It wasn’t just a thread of magic condensed to the limit, it was like wielding an absolute law.
It was a force that cut through space and the world, cutting down and scattering everything it touched.
The celestial horse wielding it looked like a god of death, or rather, a demon.
“Damn you old man. You’re not helping me anyway!”
But I couldn’t give up.
He poured his all into fighting against that power.
Losing my temper with my master for no reason.
Daeng! Daeng! Daeng!
The power of resonance tried to read and disperse the waves, but it was no use.
The waves of that power were so special and strong that it was impossible to even grasp them in a short period of time.
It had the power to even cut through the waves of the resonance bell.
Kwarrrrung-!
The energy of the brain spirit with the power of perm is condensed into one point and collides, but it is the same.
Even though they possessed powers that could be said to be polar opposites, it was the brain spirit that was broken and cut off.
The brain spirits that had been giving strength to Cheonhwa screamed and disappeared.
Charararang!
Brrrrr!
Neither the power of the ice spirit nor the power of the wind spirit could slow or repel the lightning strike. It was torn apart, shattered, and scattered into pieces, and countless spirits were eaten by the magic.
‘shit.’
Die. Die.
Such fear arose naturally.
I felt like nothing I had could stop or cut that line of death.
‘I’m saying that it won’t work individually.’
However, I couldn’t die without being able to avenge my parents and tarnish the name of Cheon Eum Moon.
Cheonhwa clenched his teeth as he felt his voice breaking apart.
‘then.’
He created the world by combining his own sounds.
‘Genesis.’
The power that had ended the cult leader was once again raised.
A world made of sound.
He opened his own world filled with nature and drew Cheonma and his sword fighting skills into it.
“!”
At that moment, the resistance definitely weakened.
It was difficult to fully fathom the dense magical energy and waves, but as the sound he created began to be opposed by the power of the world, the darker than pitch black Heavenly Demon’s energy began to burn white and disperse as if evaporating.
It is the result of clashing with the power of the world.
“crazy……!”
But at the moment when the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Horse, which had been hesitating for a moment, lost its power and began to scatter, his world began to break apart into small pieces.
Because it was just one blow.
As Cheonma raised his sword again and swung it down repeatedly, the same death lines as the sword strikes he had barely blocked poured down into the world of Cheonhwa.
It flew in, breaking into pieces.
Cheonhwa also tried to fight back with all her might, but it felt like it was impossible.
Black lines containing the power of death flew in, filling the field of vision.
‘I… … am I going to die?’
Can’t stop it.
There is no avoiding it.
The instruments he was operating were shaking as if they were going to break, but the swords of the Heavenly Horse were still pushing in.
Time felt slow, almost as if it had stopped, but within it, Cheonhwa was able to move quite freely, but even so, it didn’t even feel like she could escape.
I’m going to die. I’m going to die.
A thought he had never thought of before came to him.
But the emotion that came to me wasn’t fear.
Anger. Anger not toward the devil, but toward himself.
What have you been doing all this time?
Was it really all about this kind of power that made you so arrogant?
After your master left and you were forced into the world of martial arts, did you not grow any further?
‘What the hell was I doing?’
No. I’ve definitely grown since then.
Now that he has grown enough to become one with all the spirits, he is confident that he has reached the pinnacle of 10-star power, although he has not yet reached 11-star power.
If so, have your own methods grown accordingly?
Is this power that is being displayed now really different from before?
As soon as I thought about it, my mind suddenly snapped.
No, I wasn’t. I could have used this much power before.
The power may have increased slightly compared to when it did not reach the 10-star level, but the method itself is no different.
I realized that, compared to how much I’ve grown, the methods of containing it have remained stuck in the past.
And I already knew how to break that mold and take it one step further.
“What a disappointment. I can’t even get one second of food… … .”
Did you wait a hundred years just to overcome someone like this?
As Cheonhwa’s limbs were about to be torn apart by the increasingly tight sword strikes of the Cheonmasamgeom, a look of disillusionment appeared on Cheonma’s expression.
“I’m sorry about that.”
As the world shatters and resistance disappears, it is already too late to avoid the fast and fierce sword strikes that come at you again.
At that moment, when even Cheonma sensed the end of the fight, Cheonhwa’s eyes changed.
“But don’t worry. Things will be different from now on.”
Wheeeeeeeeing-!
A gust of wind blew from Cheonhwa’s body.
“The wind god.”
No, it became the gust of wind itself and scattered into the air.
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