Becoming the Swordmaster Rank Young Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family Chapter 110

< Episode 109 >

Yeon-myeong paid no attention to those approaching from the left or right, and looked at Mak Cheon-hwi in front.

The unique design of the two swords crossing in the form of father and an ominous black energy.

‘You’re worse than that guy.’

Yeon Yeon-myeong recalled the young man he faced at the final hurdle of the Sogaju competition, the Battle of Solitude. Dang Geuk-rin, who declared himself to be a member of the Taeeulmuk sword school.

The silent sword I saw at that time had a much deeper murderous intent.

‘It seems like my internal skills are better… Is this an innate difference?’

Sword gi is an art that embodies murderous intent with the sword. Killing means strengthening sword energy using a primal yet powerful intention. The implementation method is similar to Geomgang. However, it was not comparable to Geomgang.

True sword training is an ultimate art that is only revealed when an expert who has reached the state of harmony, the state of embodying an image with a sword, puts into a single sword so much will that it can be called obsession.

In the end, the ink sword is nothing more than a deteriorated sword. However, this was only a natural viewpoint.

Although it is not as good as the sword power, the silent sword technique combined with the intent to kill is overwhelmingly more powerful than the ordinary sword technique. It is not for nothing that Makinhu became famous beyond his surname. No amount of sword power could handle his silent sword skills.

In any case, the key to implementing the silent sword technique and determining its power was survival. Not my strength.

Because living is a primal thought, it was largely innate. No matter how much Mak Cheon-hwi has deeper inner strength than Tang Geuk-lin, if he was not born with a strong ability to kill, he would be fundamentally inferior in the implementation of silent sword techniques.

‘There’s nothing more to see.’

Yeon Myeong quickly lost interest. No, I wasn’t interested in the first place. In fact, it was only natural that even Mak In-hu, who had mastered the Taeeul Twin Swordsmanship, was no different from a second-guessing point to Yeon Myeong.

I was just wondering how to kill the three. I had to refrain from showing too much outstanding skill. It is not yet possible to determine what kind of person he is, but Sang Myeong-il, a member of the Black Death Alliance and a member of the Nine Hwan School, was watching.

The purpose of Yeon Myeong was to kill all the successors of Apostle Bangpa who participated in the Sacheon branch and cause chaos in Sacheon. That way, they won’t be able to overcome Kunlun and Gong, who are fighting against the Demonic Cult. That was the pact with Hyeonso of the communal faction.

In order to not give Sang Myung-il a reason to intervene in life-and-death situations, not only this time but also in the future, he had to hide his skills to a certain extent.

That was when my thoughts went crazy. Mak Cheon-hwi’s guards and attendants, who were stationed on both sides, quickly closed the distance without any warning. At the same time, the four swords were swung rapidly.

It was natural, but it was common for those who wielded dual swords to display flashy sword techniques. Being able to use two swords meant being able to use two sword methods at the same time. It was also advantageous for joint ventures.

Four swords are drawn that press down on the natural name. Yeon-myeong was still not moving. What do you plan to do?

And Mak Cheon-hwi is staring at that obvious name without blinking an eye.

‘Take a look at it just a little bit. I’ll crush you just like that…!’

Mak Cheon-hwi even stopped breathing and waited for the optimal moment. If he didn’t intend to die, he would definitely move. The moment he was about to use his hand towards the guard and attendant… .

‘no.’

Mak Cheon-hwi changed his mind in an instant. He was originally going to move when the guy was about to use his hand. But he wanted to be a little more cautious. If the rumors about Natural Myeong’s inaction were true to some extent, there was no way he could have been killed with a sword strike like that. He must be on guard here too.

If that’s the case, let’s aim for a time when the guards and attendants will definitely be attacked…!

A cruel light appeared in Mak Cheonhwi’s eyes.

Meanwhile.

As he watched the four swords coming at him, Yeon Myeong had roughly made up his mind. How will we kill and eliminate the participants?

‘It’s simple.’

To others, it may have seemed like an urgent situation, but as Yeon Myeong, who had drawn countless different sword paths until reaching the realm of swordsmanship, he was relaxed enough to yawn. It doesn’t matter whether there are two, four, or ten approaching swords. Is there any way that we can’t avoid the sword path, where it is already clear how it will be drawn?

Yeon Myeong avoided the first sword strike by tilting his head lightly. The sword was aimed at the right carotid artery. Almost at the same time, sword strikes aimed at the right side, left shoulder, and left thigh arrived. Without needing to use secret magic, Yeon-myeong avoided them all by simply extending his left foot forward. Those who swung the sword looked perplexed, as if they didn’t know how to avoid the sword strike so easily.

And at the moment when their attack was in vain, Yeon Myeong pulled out three feather needles from the poison sac in his arms. There, the dangjeonjeon-jeon made by the party was evenly applied.

‘ear.’

[I get it.]

The poison of the food body’s hearing seeps into the bitter heat applied to the acupuncture needles. Danjangyeoljipok, which was originally a poison strong enough to cause death while feeling the pain of tearing the internal organs, has been transformed into an extremely powerful poison that can cause instant death with just a small amount applied to a feather needle. The poison of hearing that became a true loneliness as Lee Mae-mangryang was the most severe poison among the poisons of party gossip…!

‘First one.’

Yeon Myeong thought to himself and stuck a feather needle under the chin of the man on his right. Up until this point, the series of movements had flowed naturally.

It happened in such a short period of time that it could be said to have been an instant. The two people were still showing their embarrassment that Yeon-myeong had avoided the attack.

Pfft!

By the time the man on the right, who had been stabbed by a feather needle, let out a short moan, the man on the left had already had a feather needle stuck under his chin as well. He literally used his hands so fast that it was difficult to follow them with his eyes. It seemed like a being living on a completely different time axis. Among the many people in the hall, only one person, Guhwan District Prosecutor Sang Myeong-il, was watching Yeon Myeong’s movements with slight admiration.

And at the very moment when Yeon Myeong stabbed the man on the left.

Wow!

Are you planning on destroying the floor? There was a figure that kicked off the ground and rushed forward with tremendous force. The acceleration was unusual, perhaps because he poured out all of his internal strength through the Yongcheonhyeol.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between you and your name is shortened.

It was Mak Cheon-hwi who seized the opportunity.

‘I will definitely kill you!’

Because Yeon Myeong’s movement of inserting the feather needle was so rapid, Mak Cheon Hwi was able to move only at the moment when both the guard and servant were hit, which seemed to be a good thing. Because right now, Yeon Myeong was slightly showing his back. It was not easy to avoid a sword attack.

Mak Cheon-hwi poured out the Taeeul Double Swordsmanship with a deadly determination. It was almost at the same time that he was belatedly gusted by the wind due to the sudden rush.

The twin black swords being swung were surrounded by an ominous, pulsating black energy. He didn’t even care that his guard and attendant were put to death by the sword.

Anyway, since Yeon-myeong did something, his life would be no different from death.

Yeon Myeong slowly turned his head. No, it actually didn’t move slowly. It only appeared that way in the eyes of Mak Cheon-hwi, who was in a state of extreme concentration.

And the moment I come face to face with indifferent-looking eyes that seem to be shimmering with dark green light.

Mak Cheon-hwi felt like he was losing his mind. Time seems to pass infinitely slowly. Every moment feels like eternity.

‘ah.’

It was a strange thing. Mak Cheon-hwi realized that the life he had lived so far was flashing through his mind. He stimulated his emotions by recalling happy, angry, sad, and happy things one after another. It was clearly not the time for him to be sentimental, even now the sword was being swung by the minute.

The strange things didn’t end there.

• • • •

In a world where everything has slowed down, there was a being who moved freely alone. The Dangga Sogaju in front of me was the natural name.

Mak Cheonhwi was astonished. How on earth can you move? Are you trying to live in a different time…?

Yeon Myeong turned around and approached Mak Cheon Hwi. Holding the last remaining feather needle.

Time was still flowing slowly in Mak Cheon-hwi, and only Yeon-myeong was moving without restrictions in that slow world. Are they aiming for the same place? Yeon Myeong’s hand goes under Mak Cheon Hwi’s chin.

‘Move, please move…!’

As he watched Woomochim getting closer, Mak Cheonhwi screamed. He feels terribly helpless. It almost makes you wonder if he has fallen into some kind of witchcraft.

Then suddenly.

Mak Cheonhwi realized. These strange phenomena from a moment ago were just a flash of magic. I was given the opportunity to reflect on my life for the last time before death.

As soon as I realized that fact, time, which had been moving slowly, began to speed up.

Immediately, a feather needle settles under my chin.

At that moment, Mak Cheon-hwi felt death. Umochim itself is not a powerful memorization technique. So it must have been something like poison. I had heard rumors that Sogaju of the Tang family was practicing memorized martial arts using large amounts of feather needles. For that to be possible, a level of poison that would kill a person with just one drop would be needed.

just as expected.

I feel like poison is spreading throughout my body in an instant. All at once, control of the body is taken away, and the pain comes as if one is about to lose his or her breath. My vision becomes dark and my consciousness seems to be cut off. The fact that I was going to die was now vividly embedded in my mind.

‘…I am mortified!’

Mak Cheonhwi bit his lip. If he was going to die anyway, let’s at least swing the sword properly, he thought, and forced his grip. I don’t feel like I put in the right amount of force. I thought I only had one chance.

The bastard, of course, was still within the range of the sword attack. As Mak Cheon-hwi’s vision darkened, his eyes widened and murderous intent burned.

It was then.

The moment you raise your sword with the determination not to kill, but to die.

The ink sword surrounding Mak Cheon-hwi’s black twin swords turned into a completely inky color. Truly darkness…!

Dongguijin’s determination to kill was well absorbed into his sword.

Mak Cheon-hwi’s accomplishments in the silent sword technique became far deeper in an instant. There have been frequent stories since ancient times about warriors who attain enlightenment in the face of death. However, even Mak Cheon-hwi would never have dreamed that it would be his job.

anyway.

Wearing a properly implemented silent sword gi, the ultimate swordsmanship, the Taeeul Double Swordsmanship, was performed. Even if you were an expert, you were so close that it was difficult to avoid. Even as a matter of course, such a case would not have been possible.

Everyone was holding their breath, watching Mak Cheon-hwi’s final struggle.

An unbelievable sight soon unfolded in the eyes of those who were thinking about what would happen if both enemies were to be defeated, or rather, both enemies be killed.

It’s hard to believe, but Yeon Myeong grabbed the young sword with his bare hands.

Everyone who was watching was astonished at the sight of the sword, and even the silent sword, being used with an empty sword rather than evading it. Are you sane? Your hands will become completely filthy…?

But the next moment.

With a dull sound, the black twin swords, the symbol of the Taeeulmuk Sword Sect, were broken in vain.

And Mak Cheon-hwi’s new form, whose eyes had completely lost their light, slowly collapsed. He couldn’t feel even a breath of breath from him anymore.

It was a death without any need to see it.

< Episode 109 > End

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