Side Story Episode 142. Shadow of the Giant (9)
Hwang Moo-seok’s face, lying on the ground outside the training hall, was filled with a dazed look.
A pain arose in my chest. But it was a pain that could be ignored.
If it is a trauma, you may get some bruising later. But there are no internal injuries. I realized that the blow was not struck with destruction in mind in the first place.
A single hit to fly far and decide the game in an instant.
Lee Cheon-sang had already turned and was walking away. He was going to the office with Doheon.
It was then.
“at there.”
Whoa!
Before I knew it, Hwang Moo-seok was seen putting his hands on the floor of the training ground, applying strength, and slowly climbing up onto them.
An unusual wave of energy rose from his body.
The demonic energy that was clearly revealed was truly impressive. It was the energy of the Blue Silk Magic Gong (靑絲魔功) trained based on the Demon Hwan Gong.
The momentum was boosted and even the magic attack was opened. The intention was not to end with a simple exchange of hands.
“The game is not over.”
Yes.
The martial arts battle of the Demonic Murim only ends when one person admits defeat or becomes incapable of fighting.
I don’t know how this trend will change, but at least it was that way so far. It was also the reason why competition between demons did not happen carelessly.
Lee Cheon-sang looked at Hwang Moo-seok.
In fact, I expected him to come back and fight. He could have known because he knew the principles of human behavior even before he changed, and now he knew with intuition before logical thinking.
However, the reason he showed signs of withdrawing was to create a gap.
And Lee Cheon-sang’s thoughts were correct.
‘Useful.’
Since when?
Lee Cheon-sang was able to sense the opponent’s magical energy not just through energy but also through his senses of smell and taste.
To be precise, I was able to replace the feeling I received from Maggi with olfactory and taste information.
Hwang Mu-seok’s magic was written.
It was bitter but not rich. It was very intuitive and simple. It was similar to a decoction with no special ingredients, just a pure bitter taste.
Bitterness meant negative emotions. I couldn’t tell the details yet, but I could feel that it was not a good feeling.
Lee Cheon-sang nodded and unclenched his fists again.
Effort is evident in each and every action. There is no emotional disturbance.
They didn’t even open the magic hole. The crew couldn’t help but be taken aback by how Hwang Moo-seok didn’t even lower his stance, as if he could win at any time.
Saaagh!
Hwang Moo-seok’s eyes sparkled with death.
A demonic spirit full of anger, even living there. The crew members as well as the leaders looked at Doheon in bewilderment.
Unexpectedly, Doheon stayed still. He was watching the two people with his arms crossed with a stern expression, and he didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping them.
Hwang Moo-seok spoke in a rough voice.
“It won’t work this time.”
Lee Cheon-sang did not answer this time either.
Hwang Moo-seok’s eyes were torn apart like a ghost.
“this guy!”
Faaagh!
This time, Hwang Moo-seok was first.
Although he was consumed with anger, he was still the lieutenant of the Gwangma Daeju and the second-in-command of the Gwangma Daeju.
The time spent as a peak expert is much longer than that of Lee Cheon-sang. The experience accumulated through all kinds of missions was also incomparable.
Even in anger, he maintained his cool-headedness. The rushing sword slash split Lee Cheon-sang’s body diagonally.
Strikes at an angle that is difficult to avoid, taking into account the current posture and previous movements. Even if you dodge it somehow, there are only two cases, left and right, and if you block, you can deploy the linked sword as you block.
With just one sword, you can see how outstanding Hwang Moo-seok’s fighting power is.
The leaders unconsciously exclaimed at the blow.
Lee Cheon-sang’s response was to the left.
Wow!
He lowered his posture diagonally to avoid the sword and moved his body at a powerful forward angle to the left.
It was Bukcheon Mahebo. He knew he would dodge to the left, but the speed was one and a half times faster than Hwang Mu-seok expected.
Paang!
The striking blade changed its direction elastically.
With just that number, one could tell Hwang Mu-seok’s herbivorous polishing level. There are not many masters who can swing a sword with true bell momentum and strike a blow.
I’ve been caught off guard before, but it won’t happen again.
The coldly pursuing blade seemed as if it would be deeply embedded in Lee Cheon-sang’s chest at any moment.
Whoops!
Hwang Moo-seok’s eyes wavered.
Lee Cheon-sang struck down the sword with his bare hands.
It was an amazing moment. His sword was strongly protected by the Cheongsamagi. It was spitting out pottery with such intent that it contained such a sharp energy that even when the drawing was struck, the palm of one’s hand flew off.
However, the knife flew to the side. Lee Cheon-sang’s hands were fine.
hook!
Lee Cheon-sang, who came close again, raised his hand from the bottom to the top and struck.
The energy gathered in both hands was dissipated as I tried to throw away the blade. Even if you aim for the abdomen with a straight attack, there is not enough force. In that case, Lee Cheon-sang’s choice was to strike his chin and block his ability to respond.
But Hwang Moo-seok was no slouch either.
Sigh!
It was a gruesome blow.
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Although the attack power was not properly displayed, the long hit, which was struck in a short arc, contained a force that could not be ignored.
There was a small wound on my chin where my fingertip touched it. If I had gone in one inch more, my jaw would have cracked.
Quack!
Hwang Moo-seok’s knees and Lee Cheon-sang’s knees collided.
Lee Cheon-sang aimed for Hwang Moo-seok’s abdomen, and Hwang Moo-seok raised his knees to block Lee Cheon-sang’s attack.
In the aftermath of the powerful attack, the two people each took three steps back.
It was a distance that was more advantageous with a sword than with a box. The radius of the pottery was just right.
Hwang Moo-seok’s sword was swung following the path of Chamyeongdobeop, Ilchamwolyeong (一斬月影).
Sigh!
Lee Cheon-sang’s response was dazzling.
Instead of retreating, he approached again and twisted his body, but Dogi’s blade cut him near the shoulder.
It was a pretty deep stab wound. There is no problem with moving.
Hwang Moo-seok couldn’t understand.
‘This bastard, you have no fear?!’
Ilchamwolyeong, unlike the herbivorous name that can cut even the shadow of the moon with one day, was a dual sword that cut down the enemy with a single sword hidden behind a fast and powerful sword.
Hwang Moo-seok knew. The moment the second pottery was released, Lee Cheon-sang also noticed it.
It was normal to panic and retreat. Unless you have the strength and speed to crush it head on, there is only one possibility.
However, he came faster and caught it with his body before the power of the dual pottery could fully bloom.
It seemed like there was no such thing as fear. Even if you don’t feel fear, if you know that your combat ability can be drastically reduced with that one move, it was a move you couldn’t choose.
‘What a crazy guy!’
When Hwang Moo-seok took a step back and tried to swing his sword again.
Flash!
The thing that struck down swung around faster than expected and hit the ground.
Hwang Moo-seok’s posture became awkward. His waist was long. He was in perfect control of the sword, but for a moment there was a strong pull and he swung it much earlier than expected.
It was not his own strength. Some strange force intervened and forcibly increased the speed of the sword.
Hwang Moo-seok’s eyes widened as if torn.
Before I knew it, Cheon-sang Lee was close by and stepped on the back of the knife stuck in the ground.
Pow!
Hwang Moo-seok, who was hit in the chin, flew backwards and fell.
I fell, but immediately straightened up. I didn’t miss the knife either. Even if his head was blown off, he was determined to die holding his sword.
I tried to keep my posture, but my eyes were rolling.
I felt dizzy and there was a buzzing sound in my ears.
‘danger!’
Like a thunderbolt, he used the Blue Death Demon Qi, sending True Qi to his brain to alleviate the condition, and at the same time detecting danger coming from the side.
I can’t accept this. I only sensed danger, but had no idea what kind of attack it was. The impact of the blow to the jaw was so great.
Hwang Moo-seok quickly flew to the other side. Fortunately, the shock was eliminated by the force, so my sense of balance was not disturbed.
It was then.
A red glow appeared in Lee Cheon-sang’s hands.
bang!
“Tsk!”
I received all the tension with my shoulders. Hwang Mu-seok’s posture became unstable again due to the Geumgang Yacha Demon’s attack on Yacha Plasma.
Faaagh!
This is not a world where you can just sit back and watch someone who has collapsed once.
He reached in front of Hwang Moo-seok in two steps and threw out his twin fists. Hwang Moo-seok also somehow swung his sword in a disheveled manner.
Blah blah blah!
Everyone’s eyes widened as they watched the match. Even Do-heon looked at Lee Cheon-sang with surprised eyes.
The sword and fist clashed and a metallic sound erupted.
It was not someone else’s knife, but Hwang Moo-seok’s knife. Hwang Moo-seok’s sword was a very high-quality sword that did not lose its edge even when struck with steel.
Even the Cheongsamagi was featured in such reports, and the exciting sword slash was blocked with a thunderbolt-like fighting technique.
Something like that was impossible even for Doheon. Although he did not learn martial arts itself as deeply as martial arts, Lee Cheon-sang’s response is truly surprising considering the level he has basically achieved.
But the person who was most surprised was probably Hwang Moo-seok.
Blood flowed from Lee Cheon-sang’s two fists. But originally, it should have been cut off. The two fists, which had only light cuts, still contained great power.
‘Unbelievable.’
Although I was surprised several times, my mind was not disturbed.
It was different now.
Embarrassment began to seep into the tip of the knife. Although the perfectly executed blade was still resolute, my shaky mind made me move the blade, which should have been in its original intended position, half a beat later.
hook! hook!
Lee Cheon-sang, who avoided the sword attack swung in front of his nose with only the movement of his upper body, twisted his waist.
Bye!
Hwang Moo-seok’s face suddenly distorted.
It was the first time I was properly beaten. It got stuck in the middle of my thigh, and the pain was so terrible that I thought it was really broken.
Pain causes problems with the body’s reactions. His waist folded helplessly.
Diamond magic fists exploded from Lee Cheon-sang’s two fists.
It was Geumgang Horse Fist Jeolcho, Yeonhwan Geumgang 18 Strikes (連環金剛十8擊).
Burbubbubbuk!
Hwang Moo-seok couldn’t even scream.
Eighteen thunderous punches struck the hand holding the sword, shoulder, upper arm, chest, and face in succession.
It was so fast that it felt like I had been hit all 18 times in an instant.
Cheering!
The knife fell.
Nevertheless, Hwang Moo-seok did not give up. He couldn’t give up. We couldn’t lose when everyone was watching.
Hahaha!
He raised the Blue Silk Demonic Art to its limit and unleashed the Blue Silk Great Demon Sword.
It was an extremely powerful attack that was unleashed with all of one’s strength, so it was not a martial art that could be used in close combat. But there was no solution. With the power that I couldn’t properly muster, I exploded the Cheongsa Daemonjang.
Quaaaang!
A terrifying explosion broke out.
It wasn’t solely the power of Cheongsa Dae-majang. Lee Cheon-sang’s double commander crushed the attack with the power of the Yasha Blood Field.
Grumbling.
Lee Cheon-sang’s two feet were pushed back by about five inches.
On the other hand, Hwang Moo-seok stumbled for a while and fell down. He was below Lee Cheon-sang not only in terms of internal energy but also in lower body training.
Cheering!
Lee Cheon-sang, who raised his sword with his toes, immediately grabbed his sword and ran towards Hwang Moo-seok.
Hwang Moo-seok erected his upper body.
Pow!
As soon as he stood up, his body fell to the ground after being struck by each law.
Left!
Lee Cheon-sang cut off his right arm with his foot and held the knife in his hand to Hwang Moo-seok’s neck.
“… … !!”
I won in an instant.
Looking down at Hwang Moo-seok, who was covered in blood, Lee Cheon-sang said with his characteristic calm expression.
“Are you going to admit defeat?”
Hwang Moo-seok’s face turned red.
I knew I was defeated, but I couldn’t admit it. If you admit it, you have truly lost.
Lee Cheon-sang nodded.
“In the end, we have no choice but to render it incapable of combat.”
He tightened his left fist.
Hwang Mu-seok’s face turned pale. This is because, rather than threatening him with a knife, he was about to hit his face with that fist.
Doheon shouted in surprise.
“for a moment… … !”
bang!
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