< Episode 98
Everyone has had that experience at least once.
In a moment of desperation, a high level of concentration is exerted without one’s knowledge, and a feeling is felt as if the whole world is moving slowly. The main light can also be said to be a branch of this sense.
Fighters who have reached a certain level experience these moments much more often than criminals.
When fighting for life and death.
Or when you come to some kind of enlightenment during training and become completely lost.
Concentration that goes beyond the limit greatly expands the ‘area of cognition’, and the expanded cognitive ability leads to segmenting and recognizing even fleeting moments, and at this time, you experience the flow of time slowing down like a lie.
however.
This is literally just the realm of perception.
In the slow swimming time, being able to move the body at the speed of thought was another problem. A completed body, complete control over it, and willpower that far surpassed the human category were required.
Although the warrior Cheonwoldae was a fairly excellent swordsman, he naturally did not reach that level. Because of this, he could only stare with his eyes wide open.
The sight of the bamboo-lip man’s sword, yam, which started to move late, casually cuts off his sword, which is draped in a sword, and then travels up his arm and up to his shoulder. In the eyes of the Cheonwoldae warrior, death disguised as a sword seemed to be approaching at every moment.
‘does not make sense…!’
Isn’t this a being that lives on a completely different time axis? The Cheonwoldae man’s thoughts stopped there. It was at the same time that I felt a burning sensation in my neck.
Quadang!
The headless corpse fell helplessly in the same position it had been in with its sword. A fountain of blood gushes from the cut side of his neck and his head rolls at his feet.
Either way, Yeon Myeong walked forward without even giving me a glance. There was not a single drop of blood on the yam sword.
Silence falls in an instant. Cheonwoldae looks as shocked as Cheonwoldae, and Yeon Myeong and his party look shocked as well.
Cheonwoldae was the military unit of the Heavenly Demon Church, and all members were kendo masters who had stepped into the realm of ascension. Nevertheless, they could not clearly see the sword of Tang Yanming just moments ago. Only the man who sensed death and exercised extreme concentration could barely recognize it. The Cheonwoldae warriors were all thinking the same thing. If he had been there, would he have been able to avoid death?
And although they did not have the same level of insight as Cheonwoldae, even Jang Gil, Tang Mi-ryeo, and Zhuge Yingying were able to recognize that the sword strike that Yan Yanming had just swung was a move that could not be achieved by learning the sword for a day or two. Didn’t he kill in one fell swoop a man who seemed to be an elite swordsman of the Demonic Cult, and not just an idiot? He must have been busy learning martial arts by heart, so I wondered where on earth he had even been practicing swordsmanship.
“next.”
Yeon Myeong said. Then he slightly lifted his sword, and all the twenty-nine Cheonwoldae warriors flinched at that simple movement. It appears that vigilance is at its peak.
“No, it’s annoying, so just attack them all. It looks like they have no intention of opening their mouths. If you interrogate that kid over there, you might find out why you came here.”
“…You look at us so foolishly. You sure don’t think we have all the power here, do you?”
“What a needless bravado. With guys like you, there’s no problem with ten more carts.”
Yeon Myeong said with a smile. As long as he had a sword, numbers didn’t mean much to him. Just swing the sword a few more times.
“If you don’t come, this is the way to go.”
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At the sudden words, the warriors of Cheonwoldae hurriedly drew their swords. Before we knew it, the new model of the obvious name had disappeared. The secret vision of the divine law that has reached great maturity has unfolded. It was right in front of their noses that Yeon Myeong appeared again.
Shoo shoo shoo ㅡ!
In an instant, the swords gather in one place. As soon as the presence of Yeon-myeong was caught by the feeling of energy, the warriors of Cheonwoldae raised their swords. It was indeed a quick swordsmanship worthy of kendo masters. I wonder if it can be compared to a beam of light. It didn’t seem easy to counterattack or evade. Because there wasn’t just one sword this time.
However, Yeon Myeong only swung his sword slowly. In the eyes of those watching, it seemed like a life-threatening moment, but strangely, there was a leisurely movement.
Soon a metallic sound erupted.
Ta-da-da-da-da-dang!
It was the sound made by the swords of the warriors of Cheonwoldae colliding with the yam swords of Yeondeokmyeong.
‘What kind of sword…!’
The eyes of the Cheonwoldae warriors who had thrown their swords at Yeon Myeong were momentarily shocked. Right now, Yeon Myeong was blocking all of their quick sword moves with a slow sword move. Things that were beyond common sense were happening. If only there was a degree of late-attacking (waiting for the opponent to attack first and then subduing the enemy)…!
‘It’s a sword that is completely out of sync. How could someone like this…’
It wasn’t like I was practicing some kind of great swordsmanship. It’s just that each and every piece of swordfish has its own mysticism. It’s just that he swings according to the situation at the time. How on earth is he a famous swordsman to be able to deploy defense like this?
Meanwhile.
‘It’s only at this level.’
Yeon Myeong deliberately accepted the swords of Cheonwoldae warriors. To understand their level of swordsmanship, regardless of their sense of inaction.
I expected it but was disappointed. They haven’t even been able to properly escape the form of swordsmanship yet. I felt like I was watching a child who couldn’t even walk properly.
Suddenly, Yeon Myeong thought. Has the level of martial arts swordsmanship regressed compared to when the master, who was a swordsman, was active?
Geomshin, who trained alone in Simsanyugok, lacked the awareness that he was something outside of common sense.
put on
Yeon Yeom-myeong put the secret of chak on his sword. The sword of the warriors of Cheonwoldae sticks to the yam sword and does not fall off. A look of confusion is evident.
‘Green onion (破).’
One after another, Yeon-myeong poured the true spirit containing the secrets of the sect into the swords of Cheonwoldae warriors. Their swords were protected by their own sword energy, so they did not break for nothing. However, the Cheonwoldae warriors had no choice but to pause slightly in order to relieve the true energy that Yeon Yeomyeong had released. Although it was only a moment, it was enough time for Yeon Yeomyeong to unleash a dozen sword strikes.
Ssssssut!
Even for those who have practiced eye techniques, the swift sword, which is difficult to follow with the eyes, rushes like a thunderbolt. The yam sword caught in the sunlight sparkled at various angles.
And the seventeen warriors of Cheonwoldae, who were stationed around Yeon Myeong, stopped moving as if they had made an appointment and fell down with a thump, with red blood lines drawn here and there on their bodies.
“…this is crazy.”
Cursing broke out among the Cheonwoldae warriors. Who are they? Even within the Heavenly Demon Church, which reveres the strong, Cheonwoldae occupied the top spot among the elite military units. However, it was not a major battle with Kunlun, but a sudden death in a small village like this.
“First of all, at least let the practitioner evacuate…!”
“I would have said I was interrogating you.”
Yeon-myeong walked towards Yeon-cheong and swung his sword. Two Cheonwoldae warriors around Yeonsacheong raised swords clad in sword flags, but their bodies were cut in two by the yam swords, which had been forged even sharper with the art of rite (銳).
This is amazing. The warriors of Cheonwoldae, who were in their thirties, now have only ten remaining. Annihilation was as obvious as seeing fire.
One of the Cheonwoldae warriors spoke urgently. While pulling the neck of the man who was Yeoncheong’s servant.
“you!”
“Yes, yes!”
The servant man was startled and answered in a frightened voice. He knew that the masked men who suddenly appeared were members of the Heavenly Demon Church, so he kept his distance as much as possible. He was showing favor to Yeonsancheong, calling him Confucius for some reason, but he did not think that favor would extend to him. Didn’t the masked men kill Yeoncheong’s guards without hesitation? Even though they were also members of the Hyeonyangmun.
Anyway, the servant man was a bit far away from Yeoncheong, and thanks to that, the warrior Cheonwoldae was able to approach him.
“Run to the manor immediately and tell Master Yeon. Confucius is in danger. There is no need to say anything else. Run quickly!”
The warrior Cheonwoldae said this into the servant man’s ear and suddenly kicked his butt. The servant man is evil! He almost fell forward with a sound, but he managed to keep his balance by crawling with both his hands and ran forward.
Looking at that, Tang Mi-ryeo asked.
“Should I chase him? Or kill him…?”
“It’s okay. Leave it alone. It’s just Yang Min.”
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Yeon Myeong did not bother to catch the man running away. As I told Tang Mi-ryeo, he was closer to a commoner who did not know anything about martial arts than a martial artist, and I had an intuition that the person called ‘Yeon Dae-in’ was a key figure. Since a Demon Cult is the one asking for help, of course he is also related to the Demon Cult.
“Kid. What is your relationship with this person called Daein Yeon?”
“…He is my father.”
“Your words are short.”
Yeon-myeong placed his finger on Yeon-cheong’s left shoulder. A true flag carrying the secrets of green onions penetrates into Yeoncheong’s body. The sound of his bones breaking into small pieces was heard, and almost at the same time, Yeon-cheong grabbed his shoulders and let out a scream.
Although he was still only a child, it was natural that he already knew that Yeoncheong had a vicious personality. Didn’t she try to kill Yajang for not showing him the true magic sword? Even without looking into what his usual behavior was like, it was difficult.
“If you don’t want the other side to break, behave yourself. I’m sure you know how important the shoulder is to a swordsman.”
“Hey, Hyuk… I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Yeoncheong had no choice but to bow his head as he experienced violence for the first time in his life. His face breaks out in the humiliation that follows.
Looking at that scene, Yeon Myeong clicked his tongue.
“It looks like you’re not used to respect. I don’t know how your father taught you.”
“And you.”
Yeon Myeong said while looking at the remaining ten warriors of Cheonwoldae.
“I have no intention of saving you anyway, so hurry up and attack me.”
“…I’ll just ask you one thing.”
One of the warriors of Cheonwoldae came forward.
“I have never heard of a swordsman like you in Sichuan. Where is the recluse? Is it related to the Black Snake Runner?”
They had prepared their minds to some extent. It’s hard to believe, but he’s an opponent he couldn’t defeat even when there were 30 Cheonwoldae members. Now, there is no way we can do anything with just ten people. However, I wanted to know who I would die by when I die. No, even if I don’t know the specific identity, it would be less unfair to at least know which Bangpa person he died from.
However, I had no intention of telling him my natural name. Isn’t it obvious? Even now, he is deliberately using a sword to hide his party origins.
“Is the will over? Then die.”
It was a natural thing to say, but there was no one among Cheonwoldae who could take even the sword of his name. As its name suggests, the yam sword cut down demonic cultists mercilessly. Yeon-san-cheong held his shoulders and groaned, while watching as if he were fascinated by Yeon-de-myeong using the sword. The ideal he wanted to reach was right there.
Yan Yanming turned around and said.
“It looks like your father is coming.”
Wow!
There was a group of people running from afar, making a loud noise and creating dust.
< Episode 98
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