Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 45



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 45

History is made at night (3)

Naturally, the gazes of those looking at me became filled with doubt.

And fortunately enough, I had a good excuse in mind when I opened my mouth.

“I think you may know the story that before I became your disciple, I worked as a waiter at an inn.”

“Are you saying you heard it when you were working at a convenience store?”

“Yes. The old man who raised me as a guest was the innkeeper and also the headmaster. He was very knowledgeable about various teas and foods, and sometimes he would share his knowledge about cooking.”

If someone who has already passed away taught me, how will they know if what I say is true or false?

The three brothers muttered with admiration on their faces, perhaps misunderstanding what I said.

“Wow. It seems he was a truly great master. He was a master who thought beyond simply combining foods, and even combined them to suit a person’s constitution or disposition. And to frame the master, he killed such a master.”

It was the three death sentences that suddenly expressed cold anger towards the Murim Alliance.

At the unexpected turn of events, I said with a bewildered face.

“Ahem… This person had a truly great personality. I can never forgive those Murim Alliance bastards who assassinated him.”

It was true that I had vowed revenge, but I quickly changed the subject because I felt like the conversation would go off track if this story got too long.

“Anyway, the important thing is that it may be possible to induce the death penalty’s possession by food or tea alone. So, we need to investigate the late-night snack that the death penalty ate that day and the people who prepared the late-night snack for him.”

“If that’s the case, I guess I should just capture the people who prepared the supper and tell them to recreate the supper they gave me that day. It seems like the priest knows a little about this.”

I flinched without realizing it.

‘Well… I don’t know?’

I only saw Chief Inspector Lee Ji-yeon avoid certain foods, but I didn’t know the specific foods that were bad for depression.

Of course, I was curious and searched it on the Internet, but I don’t remember all the details I saw there.

Aside from my pity for Chief Lee Ji-yeon, I wasn’t depressed at the time anyway.

“Ahem. They could probably make it by changing the ingredients. Death penalty.”

“Hahaha. Don’t worry. I’m not an expert when it comes to food, but thanks to my training with poisons, I have a pretty good memory for tastes, smells, and textures.”

He proudly spoke of the delusional death penalty as one of his few strengths.

I couldn’t help but nod my head because I felt like if I made excuses here my delusions would come back.

“… Then, I will ask you to execute me first.”

While I pray that they’re up to something I know how to do.

“Let’s leave the interest to suppress the blood supply for a while just in case.”

After saying that, the executioner disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

“If you are innocent, you will be released soon, so please bear with me for a little longer, Officer Guan.”

“Understood, Your Majesty.”

In response to the answer of the officer who was sitting with only the blood flowing, I quietly approached him.

In the unlikely event that the officer attempted to commit suicide by surprise.

When I looked down at the officer with a feeling of mixed sadness and suspicion.

“Confucius!!”

Suddenly, the officer shouted in a surprised voice. While I was wondering, I turned my head to follow the officer’s gaze and what I saw was this.

Wheeeeeeeek!!

It was the sight of a spear blade flying at incredible speed.

* * *

When the third prince, Seo Wan-pyeong, appeared carrying Guan Mu-yeol on his back.

The council noticed that something was wrong.

‘Damn. You were doubting us.’

Clearly, I had heard that the three princes had left the headquarters due to a separate mission given to them by Cheonma. But, why did they suddenly appear here?

And as I listened to the conversation between the eighth prince, the third prince, and Guan Wuyeol that followed, my suspicions turned into certainty.

So, Jang-Hwi surreptitiously joined their conversation.

“Isn’t there no room for doubt given the circumstances?”

If Guan Muyeol were to turn the tables here and die, suspicions about him would decrease. In addition, it would have the effect of making Prince Pal, who thought he had caught the underling, let his guard down.

However, Prince Pal, who always acted like a swindler and a fraud, was surprisingly not easygoing.

“There’s no way the author would have targeted me on his own, right?”

Prince Pal chose to interrogate rather than execute, and Jang Hui had no choice but to intervene little by little and try to raise suspicions about Guan Wuyeol.

“Your Majesty, perhaps the author is trying to commit suicide by drinking poison.”

But, damn it, it didn’t work on Prince Pal.

Since going any further could raise suspicion, Jang-hui decided to wait and see what happened next.

If only that story hadn’t come up.

“Even among non-poisonous foods and teas, there are some that make people sensitive or depressed. Death penalty.”

The moment that story came out of the mouth of Prince Pal, Jang Hui had to exert all his effort to control his expression.

‘How could the author do that!?’

If I had let my guard down even a little, my surprised expression would have been revealed.

What they used on the third prince this time, and what they used to kill the fifth prince by disguising him as a possessed demon, was not ‘poison’ but food.

A special food that was not yet known to the Cheonmasingyo. No, it was a food that was almost unknown not only to the Cheonmasingyo but also to the Central Plains.

That’s why Jang-Hwi kept worrying in his mind while forcing himself to control his expression.

‘Should I just wait?’

Although he came up with the hypothesis that the eight gallbladder might not be poison but food, he could not be sure whether he actually knew about the existence of ‘that food’. And the probability of that happening was not very high either.

Only, if there is a problem.

‘If Prince Eight finds out, there is a risk that it will be revealed that he killed Prince Five.’

If that happened, not only his own low-ranking members, but even the leaders of the cult could lose their lives one after another.

How long did he have to repeat that agonizing over and over again before Jang-Hwi made a decision.

‘It’s clear. He’s a threat to our grand plan. And now is the time to kill him.’

The three princes left to capture the others, and Guan Muyeol was subdued by Ma Hyeol.

All I had to do was kill the guy by surprise and deal with Jin Ha-yeon.

Of course, since it was an overt murder attempt, there would be considerable aftershocks even after killing Prince Pal.

‘It would be safer for me to die alone, rather than have that thing found out by the seller.’

The likelihood of being swept away to the upper line was judged to be much lower this way.

The thinking was long, but the action was quick.

Pot!

Jang-Hwi, who had moved without warning, quickly approached Prince Pal.

“Confucius!”

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

When Gwanmuyeol, who realized the situation late, shouted, Janghoe’s spear was already heading towards Ilmok.

“!?”

A pair of eyes filled with surprise and confusion look out the window.

Just before Janghoe’s spear pierced Ichimoku’s face.

visor!!!

The path of the window was slightly distorted, accompanied by an unpleasant friction sound.

Crunch!

Thanks to that, the blade that should have pierced Ichimoku’s face only scraped the outer skin of Ichimoku’s cheekbone and passed by, leaving a faint gash.

“shit.”

And Jang-Hwi swore and looked at the person who had interrupted him at the last moment.

The owner of the palm filled with blue cold air, who struck the spear that he had raised. Jin Ha-yeon.

* * *

‘I almost died.’

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst.

At the last moment, I took a step back without realizing it. And Jin Ha-yeon reacted dramatically and changed my path. Those two things happened together, so I was able to narrowly avoid the disaster of having a hole drilled in my head.

‘How could you not know?’

It was unclear how Jin Ha-yeon reacted to Jang-hoe’s ambush. Perhaps it was possible because she never let her guard down, as she had sworn.

But what was important now was not these worries.

“Get out of here!”

bang!

Jin Ha-yeon miraculously reacted and succeeded in saving me, but the problem was the difference in skill.

She fought with a cool face, without even a groan or a shout, but I could clearly see that she was pushed back every time they clashed.

Since Jin Ha-yeon was still young, it would not be easy for her to stop Jang Hoe, who had reached a mature level, on her own.

‘That guy’s target is me anyway. Just like the last time I was with him, he’ll run away and lose all focus.’

The moment when you try to move your body while thinking about what to do.

“Please release my blood, Confucius!”

At the shout of Gwan Mu-yeol, who was nearby, I unconsciously reached out my hand toward the officer and shouted.

“Where and how do I solve this!?”

In response to my question, Guan Muyeol talked about several acupuncture points, and with a feeling of not knowing what to do, I filled my energy with energy and poked each acupuncture point with my finger in succession.

“Ugh….”

It seems that the control of his strength was wrong, and the officer let out a groan of pain. However, the officer, whose blood was released, quickly got up and pulled out his sword.

bang!

And the moment when Jin Ha-yeon, who was struggling with his strength, was pushed back about a meter while blocking Jang-hui’s spear.

“Jang-Hui, you punk!!”

Gwanmuyeol rushed to Janghoe in place of Jin Hayeon and swung his sword.

* * *

Buck! Buck!

Jang Hui, who had a much longer range, blocked Guan Wuyeol’s approach with concise movements, and Guan Wuyeol also tried to approach while blocking or avoiding the spear with minimal movements.

but.

“Ugh.”

The closer I tried to get, the more wounds I saw on Gwanmuyeol’s body began to pile up.

“You bastard. You were hiding your skills!”

Although it was Gwanmuyeol who shouted with an evil face, Jang-Hwi’s expression was not that bright.

Because it was becoming increasingly difficult to kill Il-mok.

Even.

“I will join.”

Jin Ha-yeon, who had suffered an internal injury and even had blood on the corner of her mouth, stepped forward to help Gwan Mu-yeol.

As Guan Muyeol and Jin Hayeon simultaneously dug in from the front and back, the movement of Jang Hui’s spear became increasingly shaky.

visor!

Guan Muyeol, who had been calmly blocking or striking Jang Hoe’s spear until now, seized the opportunity and used his strength to strike Jang Hoe’s spear.

It was a characteristic of the Pacheonmuyeongdo (破天無靈刀), a martial art that Guan Muyeol had mastered. A martial art that waits for an opportunity with minimal movement, and sees a decisive victory with a single blow. Perhaps, as a result of such martial arts, a side effect similar to Ichimoku may have been born.

Due to Gwanmuyeol’s surprise move, Janghoe’s spear, which was pushed back by his strength, bounced upwards greatly.

Pot!

Jin Ha-yeon, who didn’t miss the opportunity, dug in and thrust her sword at Jang-Hwi’s heart.

However, Jang-Hwi twisted his upper body violently even while his arm was raised, narrowly avoiding the blow.

However, the crisis was not over.

Pot!

While Jin Ha-yeon was catching Jang Hoe’s attention, Gwan Mu-yeol also quickly got within arm’s reach and swung his sword from left to right, as if trying to split Jang Hoe’s body in half.

In addition, Jin Ha-yeon, whose left hand had wandered, also aimed for Jang-hui’s legs by thrusting his right hand.

Crunch.

puck!

The moment when Guan Muyeol’s sword cut Jang Hoe’s side and Jin Hayeon’s right sword froze Jang Hoe’s thigh.

Instead, Gwanmuyeol made a face as if he had been taken advantage of.

It was because, while being attacked by the two, Jang-Hwi threw the spear he was holding at Ilmok.

It wasn’t something I had to throw out as an impromptu response.

The spear that Jang-Hwi threw literally tore through the air and advanced towards Ichimoku at incredible speed, imbued with the sharp energy of a spear.

The reason he turned his body in the first place was not to avoid Jin Ha-yeon’s attack. The fact that he was hit by Guan Mu-yeol’s spear was also the same.

From the moment the fight became prolonged, Jang-Hwi had been planning a showdown with Ilmok.

Jin Ha-yeon, who always had a cold expression on her face, looked at Il-mok with an expression mixed with frustration.

“!?”

And then, a rare look of surprise came over her face.

For some reason, even as the spear flew through the air, breaking the space, Ichimoku’s face looked incredibly peaceful.

I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.

It was just that, at some point, I became obsessed with martial arts. To be exact, from the time I was first ambushed by Jang-Hwi.

The body, which had experienced a life-threatening crisis, summoned explosive concentration to survive.

Even as my heart pounded as if it was going to burst, the world continued to move slowly.

The fight between Jang Hui, Gwan Mu Yeol, and Jin Ha Yeon, who were far superior to him, was clearly visible to Ilmok’s eyes.

I could see each and every flow of their martial arts skills, and enlightenment came rushing in like a tidal wave.

And now, at this moment.

The presence of a ferocious spear flying towards him, trying to take his life, became the trigger that exploded the realization that had been building up until it reached saturation.

The internal energy that had grown significantly after consuming the Bombardment was completely drained from my danjeon in an instant.

It was a huge flow of internal energy that Ilmok had never directly handled, but the blood vessels that had been widened and purified by Cheonma’s bee-smoke were able to withstand the huge flow of internal energy.

According to the secret of the Talhonmujeonggeom, the internal energy that ran through Ichimoku’s entire body at an incredible speed was repeatedly amplified and gathered at Ichimoku’s center of gravity where he held the sword.

Pot!!

A second of the Talhonmujeonggeom that had been repeated countless times. The sword that was drawn according to the secret of the Talhonbigeom, a sword technique that combines all offense and defense, was overflowing with a gray aura.

It’s only been half a year since I started learning the Talhonmujeonggeom.

It was the time it took for Ilmok to create sword energy.