Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 78



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 78

Non-compliance (3)

“Just die! Just die, you punk!!”

His fellow students looked at Baekcheon with complicated expressions as he threw his weapons and cursed like crazy in the center of the training ground.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“That’s true. Isn’t that something you often see when you first enter the palace?”

“Hmm. It was a sight I never wanted to see again.”

It was a familiar sight to them. Baekcheon in his early days was the very embodiment of the word “arrogant”.

I thought he had changed a bit, but it seemed like his true nature was still the same.

And Ilmok, who was in the middle of a fight with that bastard, was running towards Baekcheon with a crumpled face.

Ichimoku’s blood pressure was also slightly elevated.

It wasn’t because of the dirty curses coming out of Baekcheon’s mouth. He had already heard curses so many times from the people complaining when he was a civil servant in his previous life that he had become somewhat immune to them.

The problem is.

“I almost died! You son of a bitch!!”

It was the iron core that had popped out of the fan a little while ago.

No matter how I think about it, it was a method used with the intention of killing myself.

If it weren’t for the amazing reflexes of the body called Ilmok, and if he hadn’t been taught almost abusive lessons by Cheonma, he probably wouldn’t have been able to react and would have had a hole drilled in his head.

“How dare you!! Do you think you’ll get away with calling me a dog!!”

Baekcheon, whose eyes rolled back, screamed again and waved both arms in the air like crazy.

visor!

Chaeng chaeng!

Likewise, Ichimoku, who had almost died once, regained consciousness and struck down the secret weapons one after another with precise swordsmanship.

At the last moment when the flying spear and sword met, he used the technique of grafting.

But this time, it wasn’t aimed at Chu Il-hwan.

The moment the spear was attached to the sword face, Ichimoku spun his body as if he was dancing a sword dance and used that rotational force to send the spear back to Baekcheon.

“!?”

Baekcheon was momentarily surprised by the technique that was almost miraculous, even though he was angry.

“Eeeeek!!!”

But perhaps his pride was hurt by the fact that he was surprised, so he gritted his teeth and struck the medal off with a fan.

visor!

And at the moment when Baekcheon strikes down the spear.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Before he knew it, the sword energy that was emitted from the sword of Ichimoku, which was swung continuously in the air, flew towards Baekcheon.

“This son of a bitch!!”

Now, Baekcheon, who had forgotten that Ilmok was a disciple of Cheonma, was spitting out crazy curses and fanning himself to strike the sword energy.

“If I am a son of a bitch, then is my teacher a dog? You damn son of a bitch!”

While Baekcheon was tied up trying to strike back at the sword, Ilmok, who had dug in in an instant, screamed and swung his sword again.

Ichimoku, who had succeeded in getting close, continued to use simple sword techniques to corner Baekcheon, and Baekcheon was somehow holding on by using good and bad techniques.

visor!

visor!!

The sound of guns resonating in succession and the exquisite display of martial arts unfolding in the center of the smokescreen.

It is surprising to see such outstanding craftsmanship, even though they are not from the same country.

“Big.”

“That guy, that guy definitely.”

Everyone watching the fight was shaking their heads as Baekcheon and Ilmok hurled insults.

Meanwhile.

“Fuck!!”

Baekcheon, who had been pushed back repeatedly, let out a scream of evil and threw himself down, rolling on the floor.

Get out and beat the crooks.

Some drones considered it the most humiliating method, going so far as to say that they would rather die than fly.

But Baekcheon’s pettiness, which revealed his true colors, did not end there.

Pot!!

Baekcheon rolled on the floor as if to gain momentum, and secretly grabbed some sand from the floor while rolling, and threw it at Ilmok who was running after him.

In the meantime, Baekcheon used his dark technique to spread energy even on the sand.

“Haat!”

In addition, as if he was not letting his guard down, he took out a secret weapon from inside his clothes and threw it.

“I knew this would happen.”

From the moment Baekcheon rolled on the floor, Ilmok had sensed an ominous feeling and was already preparing himself.

Suddenly, the energy started to sway along the left side of the sword that was touching the black surface.

Pot!

As Ilmok swung his sword widely to the right, the energy starting from the left side spread widely along the sword, forming a thin air barrier.

The 12th chapter of the Talhonmujeonggeom. It was the Honokdan (魂獄緞).

The story didn’t stop there.

The moment the sand Baekcheon had scattered touched the thin air curtain, the swords in Ichimoku’s left and right hands began to dance gently.

A sword and a palm. Using a thin membrane there, he unfolds the Ghost Sword.

The breath that moved smoothly according to the principle of Yui gently enveloped all the flying dark spirits following the sand shot by Baekcheon.

Pot!

It was swung strongly towards somewhere.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

The sand and rocks that had become a single lump flew towards Chuilhwan at an incredible speed, carrying with them a fierce aura.

“!?”

While Chu Il-hwan spread out his black thunderbolt with a bewildered expression and struck down the lumps.

Pot!

The trick that had overcome the crisis with a sophisticated method had already reached Baekcheon’s nose.

Baekcheon, who was unable to get up because he was rolling on the floor and throwing sand and rocks in a hurry, tried to move quickly.

Sigh.

Ichimoku’s sword, with a cruel smile on its lips, boldly advanced towards Baekcheon.

puck!!

In the meantime, he kindly rotated his sword and struck Baekcheon in the face with the sword’s edge.

“Ugh… .”

“Where are you going to stand up?”

Ichimoku swung his sword ceaselessly as if he had caught it.

Even while being beaten, Baekcheon tried to resist by swinging his fan and twisting his body here and there.

Whirl!

puck!

He struck Baekcheon’s fan with a black blade that was a mixture of various magic and showed strange movements while repeatedly striking Baekcheon’s body.

“It has been said since ancient times that a stick is the best medicine for a dog!”

Ichimoku, whose eyes were wide open due to his near-death experience, swung his sword without stopping.

“Stop!”

“Stop! The fight is over!”

The instructors who arrived late had to grab Ichimoku’s arms and legs to stop him.

And Ichimoku, who was caught by the instructors, spoke to the instructors with an earnest expression.

“Please, let me go. I, I need to swing my sword.”

“… Stop it. Baek Gwan-do has already lost consciousness.”

“but….”

“Oh my.”

When the instructors did not let him go, Ichimoku, whose arms and legs were grabbed, flailed his body and shouted.

“Because of that guy, I had another epiphany!”

At Ichimoku’s desperate cry, the instructors who were holding him and the onlookers all had similar thoughts.

‘… If enlightenment comes, wouldn’t that be good?’

‘Why are you beating up the person who gave you enlightenment like that?’

‘Now I see that he was truly crazy.’

‘I’ve never seen anyone worse than Baekcheon before.’

Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy.

* * *

Immediately after the non-event ended, something went awry, contrary to the original intention.

Ilmok ran to the empty lot where he had been with Jeong-hyeon and started swinging his sword like crazy.

It was because of that damn enlightenment that I got because of Baekcheon that my obsession was gone.

The starting point was probably the last exam. Because of Bang Mi-hwa, I had already lost my mind and danced around like a sword once.

It could be said that it was a bad move to recklessly spread out the Yu-Hon-Geom sword while saying that he would take revenge on Chu Il-Hwan while his obsession had not completely subsided.

The incident where Baekcheon almost died there ended up being the trigger.

After that, thanks to my extreme concentration, I was able to successfully master the art of using the Honokdan and Yuhongeom together.

‘Damn. Damn. Damn. I’ve perfected the first form, so I thought I only had to practice the second form.’

It seemed that there was still some enlightenment left that could be gained through just eating alone.

Ichimoku swung his sword like a madman.

What he was concentrating on now was the subtlety of reasoning.

Among the fourteen beginners of the Talhonmujeonggeom, all of them, even those that were not Yoo’s methods, were trying to mix Yoo’s methods into it.

He tried to make use of Yoo’s subtlety while wielding a strong sword, and he tried to make use of Yoo’s subtlety while wielding a quick sword.

His sword moved smoothly as if dancing, containing a mysterious meaning.

If someone saw it, they would think that it was not the youngest disciple of Cheonma, but the immediate previous disciple of the Shamanist faction.

If you keep dancing like that without rest and your internal energy runs out, you can just sit cross-legged and enter the Un-gi-jo-sik.

But it wasn’t like I was resting just because I was eating breakfast.

While immersed in meditation and directing his internal energy to the danjeon, deep in his mind, he continued to dance with the sword and attained enlightenment.

And after my danjeon was filled, I raised my body again and danced the sword dance. In order to physically experience the enlightenment I had gained during meditation.

How long did you dance like that?

“Whew. Whoosh.”

A sweet smell wafted from my mouth, the muscles in my entire body screamed, and before I knew it, my danjeon had dried up again.

“Ugh, it’s over… .”

Finally free from his obsession, Ichimoku just wanted to collapse and fall asleep.

But, that just wasn’t possible.

“Rain, fucking hygiene obsession.”

I thought about it while my whole body was drenched in sweat, and it gave me goosebumps all over my body.

* * *

The next morning.

As always, it’s Instructor Chu Il-hwan’s martial arts training time.

But before starting the training, Instructor Chu Il-hwan opened his mouth with an unexpectedly serious expression.

“A glance at the map.”

“Yes, Instructor.”

“Congratulations. The Lord appreciates your talent and has set aside some time for you.”

“thank you!”

“Hahaha. What do you have to thank me for? It was just the Lord’s choice. I had nothing to do with it.”

Ichimoku, with a moved expression on his face, was swearing inside.

It wasn’t an insult to Chu Il-hwan.

‘Damn it! If I receive special training from the governor here, my body really won’t be able to handle it?’

Already in the midst of enlightenment, you even receive special training from the governor?

There was a real risk of being consumed by the side effects and going crazy.

‘I have to find some excuse! Some reason to refuse!!’

Chu Il-hwan, who did not know Ilmok’s true intentions, pointed somewhere with his hand while keeping an unusually serious expression on his face.

“He will be waiting for you at the royal palace, so go and see him right now.”

“All right!”

Ilmok, who answered confidently, headed towards the royal palace with a feeling of being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

‘What kind of excuse are you making? Damn it! Get your head rolling!’

When I was standing in front of the royal palace, lost in thought, unable to come up with a good excuse.

“Come in.”

As if sensing the presence of Ilmok, Yeom Ga-hui’s voice was heard from inside the palace.

‘Fuck.’

Ilmok, who was cursing inside again, tried to control his expression as he entered the main building.

“Come in.”

“The head of the Magic Hall, Il-mok, is here to meet the Lord.”

While Ilmok was thinking about what to say after using the lottery ticket as an example, the Magician Lord spoke first.

“The reason I called you to the Gwanjujeon instead of the Yeonmujang is because I have a few questions to ask you before training.”

“Please inquire.”

Ilmok, who was wondering what she was trying to ask, froze for a moment at Yeom Ga-hui’s question.

“Why did you show that kind of attitude in the beginning during the fight with Baekcheon Guando?”

Yeom Ga-hui, one of the best swordsmen in the Cheonmasingyo, naturally noticed Ilmok’s acting.

Contrary to his pretense of being classic, Baekcheon was not even in his sights.

Naturally, Ichimoku’s gaze turned to the two hands of the magician who were clasped together on the table.

‘If I just answered that it was because Instructor Chu Il-hwan twisted it, I’d get punched, right?’

It was a terrible thing in so many ways.

It was horrible to have my head shattered by that fist, and it was horrible to have come to a realization after resisting to live.

In Ichimoku’s mind, the topic of ‘an excuse to refuse Kwanju’s special class’ was quickly buried.

In order not to die, I had to come up with an excuse about that rain.

And of course, perhaps because I had a gut feeling that I was on the brink of death, my mind worked faster than usual.

‘Oh! That was it?’

Ichimoku, who had quickly gathered his thoughts, opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“It was for my colleagues.”

It was a moment when he decided to sell out his colleagues.