Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 58



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 58

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Ilmok thought as he looked at the back of Chu Il-hwan running ahead of him.

‘Still, I guess you have to run while keeping in mind a certain level.’

It was a much slower movement compared to the speed that Chu Il-hwan had shown at the end of the fight.

Ichimoku also ran at a moderate pace for a while. As they left the headquarters and entered the bushes.

Pot!

Chu Il-hwan, who was running at the very front, immediately increased his speed.

“Haat!”

Naturally, the new recruits who were chasing after him increased their speed to chase after him, and the order of moving together began to change, with some taking the lead and others following behind.

In the meantime.

“Hey, let’s see if you can beat me this time too!”

Suddenly, Dokgo-pae passed by Ilmok and shouted.

Ilmok shook his head as he watched the back of Dokgo-pae, who was gradually getting further away from him.

‘Youth is here.’

Ilmok had no intention of defeating Dokgopae.

No, I had no intention of running at full speed.

‘I hate sweating.’

It was because of the Talhonmujeonggeom.

As the level of consciousness rapidly increased, one by one, subtle compulsive symptoms began to appear. One of them was an obsession with hygiene.

Fortunately, it wasn’t severe yet. It wasn’t to the point where I had to take a bath all day or wash my hands every time I touched something.

However, whenever I kept touching something or sweating, I would often have an uneasy feeling in the back of my head.

Thanks to that, didn’t you wash your hands a little while ago while cleaning up the chair and table?

For that reason, Ichimoku performed light techniques while maintaining a speed that was just enough to not break a sweat.

Because of that, he was pushed to the lower ranks, but Ichimoku didn’t care.

Although Chu Il-hwan’s figure was not immediately visible because it was hidden by the bushes, he could see the back of the guy ahead of him.

How long did I run with a blank mind, looking only at the back of the head of the guy in front of me?

“Ugh. Ugh.”

Those who tried to forcefully chase Chu Il-hwan or raise their ranks, but lost their internal energy or stamina, started to slow down one by one.

Starting from the lower ranks, Ichimoku overtook each other one by one despite running moderately.

Shijin Yeo, you ran out like that.

By the time they reached the huge gate with the sign that said [Madogan (魔道關)] hanging, Ichimoku was able to get there with a mid-level ranking.

“Ugh. Ugh.”

Both those who arrived before the clock and those who arrived after the clock were exhaling the breath that was rising to the tip of their chins.

“Tsk.”

Ichimoku wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and lightly clicked his tongue.

No matter how hard I ran, I couldn’t help but sweat after running for an hour.

At that moment, Dokgo-pae approached Il-mok, who was frowning, again.

“Ugh. Me. Ugh. First place. Ugh.”

Ilmok answered with a hollow laugh at the sight of him trying to keep a confident expression, his face pale as if he was about to throw up at any moment.

“Congratulations. Keep up the good work.”

Ilmok, who did not want to get caught up in the psychopath’s bullying, tried to congratulate him and leave.

“Ugh. Again, you’re ignoring me?”

Dokgo-pae, not liking Ilmok’s indifferent attitude, started picking a fight with him again. He was panting as if he would stop breathing at any moment.

At that urgent appearance, Ichimoku frowned.

“Oh, I feel like I’m going to throw up. First, calm your breathing.”

In a time when even just a little sweat would make me feel uncomfortable, I was at a point where I couldn’t stand it if vomit splashed on my face or clothes.

“Profit!! I’m definitely going to ruin that carefree, pretending face! Ugh. Ugh.”

Dokgo-pae, who was pouring out his words in a hurry as if he was overcome with anger, quickly took a deep breath and stepped back, feeling like he was about to vomit.

“Ugh.”

Ichimoku, who had almost suffered a terrible fate, stepped back with a frown on his face.

“Phew.”

As Ichimoku breathes a sigh of relief after overcoming the crisis, Dokgo-pae, who has retreated, takes a deep breath to catch his breath.

“Ugh. Ugh.”

The officials who had been left behind were also arriving at the Magic Hall one after another.

And after a while.

The last person to arrive, the guard, collapsed on the floor as soon as he arrived and began checking the food he had eaten for breakfast again.

Chu Il-hwan, who was waiting at the entrance of the magic hall while laughing, said with a face that showed no interest in the horrific sight.

“Fortunately, it seems like there are no stragglers. Well then, let’s begin the inauguration ceremony.”

Chu Il-hwan turned his back and passed through the entrance of the magic hall, and the officials followed him.

“Whew. Whoosh.”

The last one to come in and relieve his discomfort, Guan Do also followed suit, his body moving erratically.

In order to avoid being caught up with the sweaty crowd, Ichimoku entered the Magic Hall last, staying as far behind as possible.

‘I felt it the moment I saw the wall, it was really big.’

The first thing I saw was a wide training ground, with strange machines lined up that somehow reminded me of what I had seen in the military in modern times.

It feels amazing that they built such a large facility in the middle of the mountain.

And Chu Il-hwan, who was leading the parade, looked back after arriving at the center of the parade ground.

“The Lord Chancellor will be giving a congratulatory speech soon, so come and line up in order.”

The officials moved in unison and lined up.

The officials who had each taken their seats took a breather while standing and taking a break, not a rest.

As the officials were finally able to catch their breath, an old man with a dignified air began to walk out from the hall beyond the training ground.

He looked old only because of his long hair and beard, and the wrinkles on his face. His stocky figure, his upright gait, and his demeanor gave off an air that was hard to call ‘old’.

The old man approached the new officers’ long distance, stood up straight, and opened his mouth.

“I am glad to meet the talents who will take responsibility for the future of the new religion.”

At the old man’s greeting, several of the officials who liked to step forward shouted loudly.

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Majesty!”

The Magistrate Yan Kehui.

The name Ichimoku, who was preparing to enter the Magic Hall, was one I had heard several times.

He is an old man who is famous for his bold personality and has achieved great success in the Shura Bloodline and has become a demon. Before he took on the position of the Lord of the Magical Domain, he traveled between the Central Plains and Xinjiang and killed countless evildoers with his two fists, earning him the nickname of Kwonma (拳魔).

Above all, since he had been exorcised, he could be said to be the only normal person in this magic hall.

But Ichimoku did not let his guard down.

‘Being Talma means that you have overcome mental illness, not that you are a great, compassionate person.’

Even if you just look at his teacher, Cheonma or the head of the Hyukryun family, Hyukryun Cheon Gang, they were noblemen who naturally made the word ‘old fart’ pop up.

He was known for his bold personality, so it was possible that he was an even more serious old fart than them.

‘… If he’s a bigger jerk than the teacher, he might spend more than just one hour giving a congratulatory speech.’

To avoid being caught by the old man, I stood still for a moment, pretending to listen to the magician’s words.

“… Lastly, you should know that in this magic school, your social status before entering the school is completely irrelevant. All students are equal, and judgment will be based solely on your training performance. Keep this in mind.”

Surprisingly, Yeom Ga-hui finished his congratulatory speech without even saying a word.

‘…Maybe, the best old fart in the Demonic Cult is the Master.’

While Ilmok was thinking of useless thoughts, the Magician turned his back and left, as if he had truly done all he could.

Chu Il-hwan, who paid tribute to the departing magician with a winning ticket, turned his head and spoke to the officials.

“From now on, I will guide you to the Black Dragon Pavilion where you will stay for two years.”

Chu Il-hwan continued walking towards the west, and the officials followed him.

And Chu Il-hwan, who arrived in front of the estate with the signboard that said [Black Dragon Pavilion] hanging, opened his mouth again.

“You newbies will be staying here at the Black Dragon Pavilion from today. Your names are written at the entrance to each room, so please go to your own room and unpack. Also… .”

Chu Il-hwan also provided information on the location of the practice room where he could practice on his own, as well as where to eat during meal times.

“And today is the first day of admission, so pack your bags and rest until dinner time, which is around 5-7 p.m.”

After saying his last words, Chu Il-hwan turned his back and left the Black Dragon Hall.

Chu Il-hwan, who had moved that far, performed the Silver Sleep technique and then turned around to sneak up on the Black Dragon Pavilion.

It was one of the traditions of the Magic Hall. Providing rest on the first day of admission.

But the reason wasn’t really to give me a break.

It was a magic hall where young disciples gathered. No matter how much the instructors gave the grades for the entrance exam, there were bound to be disciples who couldn’t accept it.

In other words, this break was not a time for rest. It was a time for reorganizing the hierarchy unofficially permitted by the Magic Hall.

Not only Chu Il-hwan, but other instructors had already secretly sneaked into the Black Dragon Hall and prepared to watch the battle.

To properly assess the level of the officials once more, and to make sure that no one dies in case the situation gets too hot.

And the object of observation that Chu Il-hwan chose was none other than Ilmok.

* * *

“Ugh.”

Ilmok, who was suddenly struck by a chill while unpacking his luggage, tilted his head.

“Do you have a cold?”

Now that I look at it, I think it might not have been because of a political crisis, but rather a simple cold.

Right then.

bang!

“I would like to apply for a scholarship!”

Ilmok sighed at the sight of Dokgo-pae opening the door loudly and requesting a secret meeting.

‘As expected, I’m going to go.’

Ilmok also knew about this time of sorting out the order. Thanks to what he heard from Jin Ha-yeon and Guyang-moon.

However, Ichimoku, who was already sweating, wanted to take a bath right away, and more than anything, he didn’t really want to get wet or die.

“I’ll assume you win.”

Even though he had finally surrendered, Dokgo-pae’s face turned red for some reason and he pulled out his sword and shouted.

“Eeeeek! If you come out like that, I won’t tolerate it any longer! Fight here or come out!”

Ichimoku realized that he had no choice.

If you fight here, your precious resting place will be ruined. If you stay in a messy space, your compulsion may rise, so in the end, you have no choice but to go outside.

News of the fight between the top and second place candidates in the Magic Hall entrance examination spread quickly.

In the center of the Black Dragon Pavilion, the Soyeonmujang was set up, and Ilmok and Dokgopae were facing each other. Some of the officials came out into the garden, and some of the officials watched the scene through the windows inside the Black Dragon Pavilion.

As if he didn’t even think about the fact that he had become a spectacle, Dokgo-pae quickly drew his sword and rushed at Ilmok.

“Whoaaaa!”

Dokgo-pae, who had mastered the Dokgo Nine Swords, a martial art of the Dokgo family, swung his fearsome sword with a single-minded focus on attacking, as if he had no regard for defense.

Most of the officials who were watching the stern aura and powerful sword of Dokgopae were surprised or had stiff expressions.

‘He is indeed the eldest grandson of the Dokgo family.’

‘A person with that level of skill is second place.’

‘… Just like in the light-hearted test a little while ago, maybe the eight lords will lose.’

While the onlookers each had their own thoughts.

Exposed to that typhoon-like offensive, Ichimoku was barely able to hold out, blocking or avoiding the offensive.

On the surface.

But the inside was just the opposite.

‘Hmm? It’s not as bad as I thought?’

In fact, Ichimoku was on the verge of a nervous breakdown just thinking about the Bimu or the Life and Death Knot.

It was because of the torment I had endured from my master, Cheonma, over the past few months. To be exact, I was not afraid of the rain, but rather the enlightenment that would come after the rain.

As his level increased every time he was tormented by the Heavenly Demon, the side effects became more and more serious.

But now, things were different.

‘It’s enlightenment and self-sacrifice, and even if there’s a little bit of a threat, you have to save something.’

Ilmok, who was dodging and fending off Dokgo’s attacks, let out a sigh of relief.

Since he was the second in line after himself, there couldn’t be a stronger official than him.

That means.

‘Even if you fight with the officials, the chances of attaining enlightenment are slim!’

It meant that there was no longer any reason to avoid the fate of life and death.

“!?”

As the momentum of Ichimoku, who had been focused solely on defense, suddenly changed, Dokgo-pae’s eyes, who noticed it belatedly, filled with ripples.

However, Dokgo-pae realized the change too late.

visor!

The sword of Dokgo-pae, which clashed with the sword of Ichimoku, suddenly took a strange turn as if it had been captured by a ghost.

Pot!

The swift sword strike that I couldn’t even follow with my eyes had already reached Dokgo’s neck.

Ilmok, who had defeated Dokgo-pae with a single counterattack, smiled and said.

“Thank goodness. The level was lower than I thought, so I didn’t have to fear that enlightenment would come.”

Although it was a compliment said with sincerity, for some reason, Dokgo-pae’s face turned red as if he was going to burst at any moment.