Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 41



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 41

Assassination (3)

I was so out of my mind during the first attack that I didn’t have time to notice.

But I was able to find out in the process of blocking the second attack.

At first glance, it looks similar, but it is subtly different from the third death penalty.

I could tell because I had fought with the third death row master dozens of times, and the third death row master had shown me how to perform the Muyeongsipsasu several times as an example.

So, this guy wasn’t the third death row inmate going crazy. He was an assassin who really came to kill me.

‘Why me?’

Such questions did come to mind, but now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts.

Crunch!

Because survival was the priority right now.

I stepped back just as the bastard was digging in, but this time I was a little late and my chest was lightly cut.

And there was nowhere else to retreat.

‘shit.’

The moment his back hits the wall, he swings his sword as if he’s going to finish him off.

I gave up the sword that had been cut off boldly.

The swordsman swung his right hand, which was holding only half of the sword, and threw the sword at the bastard.

And the moment the bastard turned his body to the side and easily dodged the sword.

This time, I swung my left hand with my internal energy.

Pot!

The half-blade of the sword that was still in the scabbard, which I couldn’t bring myself to pull out, flies towards him like a magic weapon.

visor!

This time, the assassin swung his sword and struck the half-sword away, as if he hadn’t expected it.

Whoosh!

He spread his lightness to the maximum and flew to the side, getting away from the dead end wall.

Crunch!

And just as I flew, the wall I was against was cut off with a sharp sound.

At the same time, he swung his sword at the wall, slashing at the assassin’s back as if he was stabbing him.

In my right hand, I was holding the scabbard I had been holding without realizing it.

A technique of the single-handed sword that is performed with a scabbard rather than a sword.

Even though it was inconvenient to hold the sword because it didn’t have a handle, it was more perfectly deployed than ever, perhaps because of survival instinct.

Maybe it was because I had just swung my sword at the wall, or maybe my swordsmanship was higher level than expected.

Instead of the graceful response he had been showing up until now, the assassin boldly rolled on the floor to avoid my attacks.

It was a method of going down. However, as expected of an assassin, he showed no sign of being hurt by such things.

And I, too, had no intention of being satisfied with just seeing it once.

Wedge!

He swings his sword again at the guy rolling on the floor.

However, the bastard rolled on the ground and stood up, then boldly swung his sword at my scabbard.

Crunch!

Crunch!

Every time his sword clashes with my scabbard, the scabbard gets cut.

A truly absurd sight.

Before I knew it, the length of the scabbard had been reduced by half, and the bastard had straightened his posture and was now fully upright.

The moment he tried to dig into me again, I boldly threw my last remaining scabbard at him.

Crunch!

And even that last resistance was cut off in vain.

“Phew.”

I rather sighed in relief.

“Confucius!!”

“Could it be that the third prince has come to visit us again!?”

This was because Jin Ha-yeon, who was staying at Pungamjeon, and the two guarding warriors approached the entrance to the room.

It seemed like an eternity because lives were at stake, but in reality it all happened in a matter of seconds.

“Not the death penalty!”

“!!!”

As soon as my scream fell, Guan Muyeol entered the room.

Kwajik!

The assassin suddenly threw himself at the window, seemingly abandoning his mission.

Kwajik!

At the same time, an eerie, piercing sound was heard.

“I will chase after you!”

And then the shouts of the elders are heard.

It seems that he had anticipated that the bastard would escape and had moved towards the window in advance.

Just after the assassin escaped.

“Phew.”

I took another deep breath to calm my mind and body.

All I did was throw my body around and swing my sword for a few seconds. It was nothing special compared to my usual training, but my heart was pounding and sweat was pouring out of my entire body.

At that moment, Jin Ha-yeon came over to me, ripped off her clothes, and began to put them on my body.

“Are you okay, Your Majesty?”

She was the one who had just applied a golden ointment to the wounds on his right arm and chest that had been inflicted by the assassin, and began to bandage them.

Only then did I come to my senses and crumpled my face without mercy.

It wasn’t because the pain was coming from the wound too late.

‘Fuck.’

The room was a complete mess.

I felt like I had to clean my room right away. And since I couldn’t sleep at all, I couldn’t help but have trouble with work tomorrow.

It was funny. Just a moment ago, life and death were at stake, and now this is all the more noticeable.

But the reason I really sighed wasn’t because of cleaning my room or tomorrow’s work.

“Miss Jin.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Excuse me, could you bring me a spare sword?”

“Are you talking about a sword?”

She asks with a puzzled expression, which is unusual for her.

And I took a deep breath and answered.

“I think I need to practice my sword skills a bit.”

The sword technique I used on the assassin a moment ago keeps flashing before my eyes.

In the midst of my life being in danger, I unwittingly unleashed the most perfect swordsmanship I’ve ever used.

I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t make it mine right now.

‘I was so careful.’

Thanks to that damn assassin, it seemed like the level of the Talhonmujeonggeom had risen.

* * *

As expected, the church was in chaos from early in the morning.

It is said that Jang-Hwi pursued the assassin he had injured, but the assassin chose to commit suicide in the end.

Of course, not everything is hidden just because he committed suicide. A full-scale search began after finding his body.

And around noon, much earlier than usual, the Master came to Pungamjeon.

“Are you feeling better?”

“It wasn’t a serious injury, Master.”

The teacher nodded to my answer, but had a serious expression on his face.

“First of all, I came here to check on your condition and tell you what I have found out so far.”

The teacher, who had opened his mouth like that, explained what he had currently figured out.

“The person who attempted to assassinate you was a man named Chugak from the Dark Shadows. And according to the results of investigating his activities and surrounding circumstances so far, there is talk that he was likely a member of the Murim Alliance.”

“Are you talking about the Murim Alliance?”

“That’s right. We are currently investigating those who had even the slightest connection with him and looking into whether there are any other culprits.”

It was nothing unusual for the Demonic Cult to have a Murim Alliance member.

The Demonic Cult had dug up information about the Murim Alliance and discovered the masterminds who had killed Uncle Taehyun, so it was quite possible that the opposite would happen as well.

But, there was still something I couldn’t understand.

“Why on earth is the Murim Alliance targeting me?”

Although I am a disciple of Cheonma, I am still a young child who has only been a member for half a year at most.

If they were going to target me because I was the Master’s disciple, it would have made sense to target the death squads instead of me.

“I can think of two main reasons.”

“Not one, but two?”

“Yes. First of all, it is because of the school. The school you proposed is already operating in various places in Xinjiang, and even the things you designed are spreading throughout the school. In addition to leading the development of the school, if there are children who still lack martial arts skills, wouldn’t it be better to kill them now?”

It was a saying that means cutting grass and removing roots.

It was a school that I didn’t think was anything special, but to others, it must have been a groundbreaking change.

While I was thinking about that, the teacher explained the second reason.

“And another reason is that your existence is a hindrance to the propaganda of the Murim Alliance.”

“…Is it because of what you mentioned last time?”

The teacher nodded to my question.

That’s what happened last time. The story about Mr. Taehyun.

Those Murim Alliance guys killed Uncle Taehyun and blamed it on their teacher.

They even spread a rumor that I, the point person, died during the process.

However, the situation is that not only is that point alive and well, but he has also become Cheonma’s disciple.

They might argue that they are right to some extent, but it was a story that was annoying enough.

‘Since he was an irritant anyway, are you trying to kill him anyway?’

It was a disturbing situation in many ways.

I thought I was the only one who was after the Biryonggakju, but the Murim Alliance was already aware of my existence, and on top of that, they were even trying to assassinate me.

* * *

Not long after the Master returned to take care of the remaining work, the door to Pungamjeon opened wide.

“Brother!!”

Seon-ah, her face pale, ran towards me in a hurry and fell to the floor with a crash.

But as if that didn’t matter, he quickly got up and ran to me, even though his face and arms were red from being swept to the floor.

I was the one who almost died, but instead this little kid clung to me like a cat that got wet from the rain.

It was a strange feeling.

It’s amazing that there’s someone who cherishes me this much. It’s probably partly due to the side effects of magic.

“Who, who did that? How dare you target my brother. I, I will kill them all!”

“… … .”

The way you worry, there seems to be something a bit wrong.

Now that I think about it, I feel like her eyes and hair have gotten a little redder since I first saw her.

For some reason, I was worried about the child’s condition, so I patted Seon-ah’s head and said.

“Ahem. Since he’s already dead, there’s no need for Seon-ah to kill him. By the way, did you come all the way to the appointed time?”

Although it was meant as a compliment, Seon-ah’s eyes turned even redder.

“Everyone was keeping the news that my brother was in danger a secret. If you go back, they won’t let you off easy.”

“… … .”

Will Hyukryun Sega be torn apart?

Well, since that was none of my business, I decided to just keep my mouth shut.

Meanwhile, new guests started coming one after another, following Seon-ah.

“Ah! Are you feeling better?”

Just like Seon-ah, the ambassador came with a serious expression on his face, but unlike Seon-ah, he shouted with a disgusted expression rather than a cute one.

“I will submit a petition to my teacher and the guardians! My precious younger brother almost died because of a mere rascal from the Murim Alliance! Does this make any sense?”

“that’s right!!”

When Seon-ah responded to the ambassador’s shouts, the two suddenly joined forces and started shouting together.

“My younger brother is a talented person who should lead the school together with Wi Jin-hak and do great things! How could such a talented person die so easily! This can’t be happening. I will definitely increase the number of warriors who will guard him!”

“I will protect you too, oppa!”

On the other hand, the third death row inmate who came with the ambassador had a completely dead look on his face.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of any help at a time like this. This worthless executioner didn’t even realize that the priest was almost killed, and was busy controlling the demonic possession just a moment ago.”

“What do you mean? If there had been no third death penalty, I would have been as good as dead.”

Thirdly, the frequent night drills of the executioners could be seen as a rehearsal.

If I hadn’t prepared in advance, I would have gone straight to the afterlife without even waking up from my dream.

To be honest, I used to get annoyed whenever I would come by in the middle of the night and startle people, but it actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

But since the third death row inmate still had a gloomy expression on his face despite my comfort, I casually asked him a question.

“But, have you ever been possessed by a coin demon?”

The third death row inmate nodded slightly in response to my question.

It was a strange feeling.

‘I thought the assassin was possessed by a demon, but he really was.’

If that gentleman had come with that assassin and attacked him in tandem, it would have been a truly devastating situation.

“hmm?”

As I thought about it that far, a question came out of my mouth without me realizing it.

People around me looked at me with puzzled faces, but I was too focused on a thought that suddenly occurred to me to pay attention to them.

It was a thought that I would normally just pass by, but for some reason I couldn’t just pass it by.

After considering so many different cases and thinking about them, I was able to reach one conclusion.

‘Maybe he wasn’t an assassin sent by the Murim Alliance.’