Becoming the Swordmaster Rank Young Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family Chapter 117

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The hoiseonhwan that Yeon Yeom-myeong had sent away was already back in Yeon Yeo-myeong’s index finger. This is thanks to the ability to memorize and act without learning.

Right after.

Wow!

The 53 Simhwabangdo members, each holding an instrument and continuing the tune of Simsimcheokeumgong, pouring out blood like a fountain from the carotid arteries around Mokul University at almost the same time.

The sound of the music died down, and the light quickly disappeared from the eyes of the disciples. People are falling down one after another.

It was an unrealistic sight.

Everyone in the room was watching as Jang Myeong, who said, “It’s noisy,” took out a small memorized card, flicked it lightly, and then drew a small circle with his index finger.

But who would have thought that with that small movement, he could kill over fifty people in an instant…!

It was natural for there to be silence in the hall. Because the dead can no longer speak, and the living have difficulty opening their mouths.

‘As expected, I leave this much alone.’

Yeon Myeong thought as he looked directly at the day of the Guhwan High School Prosecutor’s Office. The move just shown was just a simple technique using Yeongyeonryun and Hoeseonhwan. There wasn’t a complicated route involved like the circuit breaker, and it was just a quick throw and retrieval of the circuit. If Sang Myung-il’s spirit had reached the point where he was in trouble, he would have been able to prevent it.

In fact, there was no reason to fight with Sang Myung-il as he had already achieved his goal. Moreover, weren’t Sangmyeong-il and other apostles the sworn brothers of Heuksaryeonju Yu Gil-jun, who shared life, death and ups and downs with him? I don’t know about the other apostles, but I didn’t want to get into trouble with Heuksaryeon. Because in this life, I decided to just live a normal life with my precious people.

So, the best way to overcome this situation was to kill Simhwa Ark Yeo Seol-ryeon and save Black Snake Yoo Yeon-hee. In the first place, when Yeo Seol-ryeon grabbed Yoo Yeon-hee’s neck, Yeon Myeong thought about attempting to assassinate her with a feather needle or a hoeseonhwan.

but.

一You probably know about the red lotus softening technique that I learned. No matter how fast Sang Dae-hyeop’s sword is, the moment I have the intention to kill her, she will burn to ashes. I have already given up my life. I will kill you and I will die too.

When Yeo Seol-ryeon mentioned ‘Jeok-ryeon Yeonhwasul’, she changed her mind after seeing Sang Myeong-il withdrawing his life. If she was a swordsman of Sangmyeong’s caliber, she would surely have the speedy swordsmanship to beat Yeo Seol-ryeon in the blink of an eye. Nevertheless, she decided that it was too much for her to save Yoo Yeon-hee, so she retreated.

‘It seems to be some kind of mental martial arts.’

Yeon Myeong secretly guessed the reason. It was not necessary to reach a state of harmony to be able to use martial arts using thoughts or images. Like the Taeeulmukgeompa’s mukgeomgi, which maximized killing intent and combined it with sword energy, there were martial arts that created primordial or fundamental thoughts or images, such as heat or cold, by combining them with the sword energy. If ‘Jeokryun Yeonhwasul’, which is presumed to be a branch of Yanggang martial arts, is such a mental martial art, no matter how fast Sang Myung-il’s sword is or how secretly Yeon Myeong’s attack is, Yeo Seol-ryeon would be able to burn Yeon Hee to death just before she dies. It was. Sangmyeong-il must be wary of that.

So, Yeon Myeong did not necessarily aim for Yeo Seol-ryeon. Targeting Yeo Seol-ryeon would seem to Sang Myung-il like targeting Yoo Yeon-hee. If there had been even the slightest sign of Hoe Seon-hwan heading toward Yeo Seol-ryeon, his sword would have been drawn. Even in a face-to-face situation, you can feel that Sang Myung-il’s mind is completely focused on Yoo Yeon-hee and Yeo Seol-ryeon. As expected, Sangmyeong-il did not show any particular reaction to the attack made by the Simhwabangdo members.

Meanwhile.

‘…It’s ridiculous. ‘Gaga deserved it.’

Yeo Seol-ryeon felt helpless as her subordinates, who were elite in their own right, died in an instant. She realized that the life-or-death situation for which she had mobilized the participants in the first place did not pose much of a threat to Myung. She is so accomplished in the art of poison that Sangmyeong Il is said to be a poisoner, and she even has such memorized martial arts skills. Age is meaningless. It made no sense to put it on the list of late-stage indices.

Is that why?

On the one hand, I felt fortunate. Because he was holding in his hands the most certain card of all: Sado Yukjon and Nine Hwan Religious Sword Sangmyeong Il. No matter how excellent his skills are, he will have no way to survive against a swordsman who has reached the point of fire…!

Sangmyeong-il said.

“This is the first time I’ve seen a dark technique. How skilled is it to be able to move like that? You keep twisting your trajectory and aiming precisely at the carotid artery. I was honestly amazed. It makes sense that your family was once called the master of poison and dark energy.”

“It’s a meaningless compliment. It’s a catch that won’t even leave a scratch on you.”

Sensing the scent of blood becoming thicker, Yeon Myeong answered calmly. That was true. It may be difficult to understand if there is a shortage of circuits, but there is nothing you can do about Sangmyeong’s day with just one circuit. There were very few means of escaping the feeling of a being who had reached the point of extinction.

“Even though he is like this, he is still called the Apostle Yukjon. He doesn’t lose face when he gets hit by memorization that is barely thrown from afar.”

Yeon Myeong looked at Sang Myeong Il with strange eyes. I have the urge to keep running the circuit breaker table like this. Will he, who has reached the realm of peace, be able to handle the memorized martial arts that Geomshin created?

Sang Myung-il continued speaking.

“I would like to offer you luck again, but you will still refuse. In any case, it is dishonorable to go first against a junior who has repeatedly tried. So, I will give you three seconds. You can use your skills to your heart’s content. Originally, we were warriors. “I thought that ostentatious acts such as giving up a player in a fight were something that only those in political factions would take care of, but this day is coming.”

“You’ll regret giving up three seconds.”

“Don’t worry and do your best. This will be the last time you go out.”

“Electrical power… Well, I understand.”

Yeon Myeong replied with a smile. Do your best. Those words were somehow funny. At some point, there was no need to exert all my effort. Since his teacher, the Sword Demon, was of low rank, the only opponent who could accept his power was Mother Nature. He has refrained from swinging his sword with all his might since he was able to cut down mountain peaks with ease.

‘by the way.’

As expected, an opponent of that caliber would be great, he muttered to himself, and grabbed the yam sword. For a moment, I felt tempted to deal with him because of the lack of lines, but I quickly gave up. It is rare to have the opportunity to meet a swordsman who has gone through hardships and enlightenment to the point of reaching the level of Hwajing. In particular, it would be even rarer to cross swords with such a being over life and death.

I tried to minimize the need to lift a sword as much as possible, but in front of me is a swordsman who has reached the highest level of Hwagyeong with just one sword, and at the same time, he has a sword at his waist that can be called a famous sword. It is a situation that has no choice but to improve as a swordsman. How can I tolerate this?

‘There are some things to check.’

Yeon Myeong recalled what happened a little while ago. A life-or-death battle with a guy named Yeop Cheong-gang, So-bung Moon So-moon. At that time, I suddenly realized something when I saw that guy absorbing poisonous energy and melting.

The martial arts of the teacher, Sword Demon, unfolds based on defeat, that is, the power to weaken.

In all things in the universe, it is said that there are five elements of yin and yang, and the energies of opposites and coexistence coexist. Just as there is light and there is darkness, and there is decline and there is growth.

In a body that could handle the power of defeat, it was possible to bring out unimaginable force through the resistance, and the martial arts of the Sword Demon based on that was literally impossible to resist. Even if the sword was struck back, the person attacked by the powerful force was bound to suffer serious internal injuries, so it was understandable that the sword demon was proud of being the strongest among swordsmen.

In any case, what Yeon Myeong realized was that this concept of ‘decline’ could also, in some way, fall into the category of poison. What is it if it is not a poison that weakens the muscles and blood vessels, slows down the heartbeat, and makes life short?

‘okay. ‘The power of defeat was nothing but poison.’

If that’s the case, there’s no reason why it can’t also be implemented. The decaying energy was poison. And although I was not born with a delayed power like in my previous life, there is no need to worry about a short life due to the power of defeat. The energy that was now filling my body was the energy that consumed the poisonous energy.

At the same time as making a conclusion.

Slurring 一 draws out the sword.

“Hoo. Are you pulling out the sword in front of me? What are your intentions? It’s a pretty good sword. I thought it was just for decoration, but it had such a blade hidden in a shabby scabbard. Looking at it again, it could be called a famous sword. I’m curious about the sword’s name. degree…?”

Guhwan Prosecutor Sang Myeong-il stopped talking. In front, an unusual feeling was felt from the head of the Tang family, which had not yet reached an agreement. The posture of his sword hanging down was unusual.

[Are you planning on unlocking it?]

The food spirit hearing asked. What does it mean? There was only one thing that could be unlocked. Hiding his achievements, Woo I-hae, and the martial arts of Mu-yeong-gaek, who learned to always practice self-defense skills, Yong-rin, lung veins, etc.

‘okay. Anyway, he is a powerhouse in the flower world.’

[…I could just use the poison in this body. Even if we reach the border, it would be difficult to withstand my poison.]

Heong Heong spoke a little urgently. When the lung vein is released, the dam of internal energy that has been built up bursts all at once. Although you temporarily gain enormous energy, you cannot ultimately store that energy in your body. This is because the amount of internal energy that exceeded the limit was accommodated by artificially forcing internal energy into the meridian and lung energy. The internal power will evaporate moment by moment until it is reduced to the original amount of internal power. And it was obvious that in the future, if Yeon Myeong was to intoxicate the lung veins again, Heung Hee would have his miasma exploited…!

‘just. There’s something I want to try.’

Yeon-myeong said so and freed the twelve meridians that had been blocked in order to heal the lung veins at once.

An enormous amount of energy begins to swirl at once.

Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!

The force erupting outside the body was also enormous. A situation where several layers of air waves are exploding. The hem of clothes and hair flutter constantly. Tang Mi-ryeo and Zhuge Yingying, who were nearby, could not hold out and retreated to the back.

Yeo Seol-ryeon, who was relatively far away, also looked at Jeon Jeom-myeong with greatly surprised eyes. It’s a force I’ve never encountered before. Even the Black Snake Master Yoo Gil-jun wasn’t at this level…!

However, the person who was more surprised than anyone else in the room was Sang Myeong-il, the Guhwan High School Prosecutor.

“you!!!”

When was it pulled out? In Sang Myung-il’s hand was his beloved sword. There was a clear look of bewilderment in his eyes, and the composure he had shown until now was nowhere to be found. It is obvious that he is very nervous.

Sang Myung-il opened his mouth with difficulty.

“…We have reached the border of peace.”

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Everyone was surprised by those words. Yeo Seol-ryeon Island, Yu Yeon-hee Island, Tang Mi-ryeo Island, and Zhuge Yeong-Yeong Island.

Who would have imagined? The story is that the head of the Tang family, a young man who has just shed his boyhood, has risen to the heights of peerlessness.

It was impossible not to believe it. The person who spoke was Sang Myeong-il, the head of the Sixth Apostles and the Guhwan High School Prosecutor.

While everyone is holding their breath.

Yeon Myeong slowly opened his mouth.

“Then, please accept the three seconds as promised.”

Sangmyeong-il of the Guhwan High School became a place of contemplation.

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