Side Story Episode 89. Gate of Desire (1)
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Arriving at the right place, Yuljeoksan’s eyes twinkled as he observed the situation.
‘I’m leaving.’
It was too far away, but once the energy was released, the enemy’s energy wave was so strong that it could be clearly felt even from here.
You can tell just by feeling the tip of the approaching echoing wave. What a terrifying master there was on the enemy side.
‘Shaolin’s precepts Wonju.’
All of the sons and daughters of Shaolin of the time were born with outstanding talent.
The best among them was Jeok Pine, but even excluding him, it was clear that the talent of Red Pine monks was unprecedented.
‘Well, I guess I was quite stimulated.’
Master Jeoksong, who was named as the strongest martial arts expert of his time, was a person who heard the sound of the king of fists. His military power was so great that he was even called the god of power, as there was no one he could rival.
Because I studied with such a person, I would not have lived resting on my talent.
‘But it’ll be okay.’
No matter how great the martial arts skills of the Gyeyuwonju enemy were, I did not think that Yang Baek-ho would lose.
The enemy’s efforts may have been great, but Yang Baek-ho was a true warrior who sacrificed his life and grew up from a young age. He came from the imperial palace to Gangho, and even to Gangho as the most extreme Protestant, and built up a force to the point where he received praise from the leaders.
Moreover, there was Gwi-chang, a fighting genius, and Lee Cheon-sang, a man of great insight.
I will not lose. never.
Yuljeoksan stood up.
“Get ready.”
The eyes of the yakshas hiding in the forest turned blue.
And after a while.
Cooung.
A shock that echoes faintly.
Yuljeoksan extended his hand forward.
Faaagh!
The infiltration unit moved.
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“indeed.”
The voice that came out of the enemy’s mouth was low and cold.
“I saw marks on the priest’s body. It was neat, but a bit dull. “It was not a wound that could be inflicted with any other weapon.”
The enemy’s eyes turned to the great sword held by Yang Baek-ho.
“It was you.”
“Of course.”
Hot anger in his eyes, cold murderous intent in his voice.
The enemy’s appearance, with his body covered in a subtle golden aura, was truly an angry Pluto statue itself.
On the other hand, Yang Baek-ho was calm.
He went beyond calm to the point where he seemed bored. Even though there was an enemy fighting for his life and death right in front of him, he did not show the slightest psychological disturbance.
The two leaders looked like white and black ghosts who hated each other so much that they resembled each other.
Yang Baek-ho opened his mouth.
“You have a big belly. How dare you say yes.”
The corner of the enemy’s mouth rose.
“Isn’t this a town where devils live? “As a Buddhist, I should definitely come and see it.”
“If you’re going to come, you should have brought the entire Shaolin with you.”
“You have too much arrogance. “I alone is enough to greet you bastards.”
“We saw you clearly today, so Shaolin will have to clearly explain this matter in the future.”
“That’s not even funny. The problem is that the devil has crawled into the world where people live. “Your very existence is like a plague on this world.”
“These are not words that should come from the mouth of a monk. They say that only those who know how to throw away illegal laws and throw punches have become crowded, and indeed, there is not much left of Shaolin.”
“Shut up! I will even go to hell to drive out the devils who spread evil throughout the world. “If I don’t go to hell, who will?”
“How many Buddhist disciples have you fallen into the abyss with such shameless self-justification?”
“Question and answer dance! “I will use this opportunity to honor the souls of my priests and servants who died in sorrow!”
Yang Baek-ho chuckled.
A person who has learned Buddhism is talking nonsense about honoring the soul? I heard that Shaolin was not like Shaolin, but this was no different from a robber who was just a monk and knew less about the law than a fellow monk.
“It’s Daengjung’s revenge… … “Good, I like it.”
The enemy, who was glaring at Yang Baekho with burning eyes, pointed toward the forest with his hand.
“Please change your seat. “I will follow you guys.”
“What kind of idiotic thing is that?”
“They truly cannot be saved. This is a place where grassroots people who are not related to martial arts… … .”
It was then.
Fuuuuuuu!
The yaksha plasma field of the Li Heavenly Sang and the wind of the Guichang whirled terrifyingly past the enemy.
Puff!
The four monks on the left and right, who had blocked the tension and wind, stumbled.
It started from then.
Ugh!
Yang Baek-ho rushed forward with his great sword raised over his shoulder, and Lee Cheon-sang and Guichang stretched out to the left and right faster than him. And the yakshas followed behind the three.
The enemy’s face was distorted ugly.
“You guys!”
Faaagh!
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The ten heads of the Gyeyulwon clan and the monks of Yonggwonmun moved around the enemy.
Although the commoners’ buildings were far away, the range of the expert battles was wide enough to encompass the entire distance. If done incorrectly, it can cause enormous damage to private homes. Therefore, the fight between Yang Baek-ho and the enemy became a restrained and more frightening fight in which each person concentrated his or her strength.
Coooooo!
The great sword and the tension collided, emitting a terrifying sound.
Although the range of the shock wave that could cause a direct hit was not wide, the noise that felt like an earthquake spread throughout the area.
“Dispersion!”
As soon as Gwi-chang’s command was given, the Yachas of the three armies tore apart at random and rushed towards the heads of the clans and the magistrates.
Lee Cheon-sang’s command was simpler than that.
“Press.”
The yakshas of the I and Lee groups, spread out widely, began to pressure the heads of the clans and deacons like a huge tent.
Whoops!
The fists of the two Shaolin monks were blocked by an iron flagpole.
Grumble!
Lee Cheon-sang’s feet were slightly pushed away.
It was an extremely powerful martial law. Although his military power was lower than that of a commander in the headquarters, the martial arts itself was heavy and strong, and had outstanding power.
Lee Cheon-sang’s pupils turned golden.
Papa pang!
He squeezed through the gap between the jumping and throwing angles and the middle and middle punching techniques, let go of the flagpole, and swung the Geumgang Magic Fist.
puck! puck!
The thighs of a monk who practiced martial arts, the side of a monk who practiced martial arts.
The Geumgang Horse Ticket went in exactly once. The monks groaned and stumbled on the spot.
Burbubbuk! Whoops!
The three clan heads who were fighting with the yakshas rushed towards Lee Cheon-sang.
A dark golden magical energy rose in Lee Cheon-sang’s hand as he held the flagpole again.
‘… … !’
In an instant, the back of my hand swelled up.
It was difficult to handle the pouring magic energy. The rough energy that was trying to escape without control seemed to explode at any moment, putting pressure on the nerves of my entire body.
Lee Cheon-sang did not try to control the demon energy.
He, who protected his veins, blood vessels, and nerves with Geumgang Yacha Magi, forced himself to swing the flagpole.
Awesome! Fuuuuuuu!
The fists of the two heads were thrown away, and when the last head’s fist hit, a loud explosion rang out.
Lee Cheon-sang also stepped down and the head of the family also stepped down.
Grumbling.
Lee Cheon-sang’s hands holding the flagpole were stained with blood.
The skin on the back of my hand burst. It wasn’t a serious wound, but if he used the explosive magic attack one more time, he wouldn’t end up with the back of his hand.
Paralock!
Now, Bukcheon Mahyebo has completely attached itself to the body.
Although it was only a few battles, they fought and risked their lives. When life and death intersect, becoming stronger is not just about ability.
The battlefield is a place where the unfamiliar becomes familiar and the familiar can be fully embodied.
Even people born with a genius mind cannot put into words what they have seen once. Only now, at this moment, was Li Cheon-sang able to completely make Bukcheon Ma Hye-bo his.
Burbubbuk! bang!
The heavy flagpole was temporarily put aside.
Lee Cheon-sang, who dealt with the clan leaders only by encouraging left hands and walking, soon caught the nervousness in their eyes.
It was something I had seen both in the upper reaches of the Yangbu and in the Protestant Church.
The obsession with wanting to win, the limitations faced by those who were confident in their own abilities, and the surprise of those who looked down on their opponents all mixed together and transformed into nervousness like mine.
It was a difficult emotion for Lee Cheon-sang to understand, but he could see that such emotions were the starting point for resolving the fight much more easily.
Whoop! Whi profit!
The powerful seasons of Shaolin passed through Lee Cheon-sang’s body.
No, it looked like it had passed. Lee Cheon-sang’s movements were so natural and smooth. It was as if he had a clear understanding of how the opponent’s attack would come in and where he would aim.
Lee Cheon-sang, who passed by the panicked heads of the precepts, instantly spun around with tremendous momentum.
Bye! Whoa! bang!
The flagpole full of Diamond Yacha Demon Qi, stretched to its limit, ripped off the head of one Shaolin monk, smashed the head of the next standing person, and blew the last person standing far into the distance.
In a single blow, he took out three monks at the head level. If it had been a simple dance, the level was such that even a genius could not have guaranteed victory.
This was the fight.
Who can detect the other person’s skills first, how quickly can they pick up on the other person’s habits, and how accurately can they look into the other person’s emotions and thoughts?
The heads of the Shaolin clan rushed forward with the confidence that Shaolin’s spiritual skills were the opposite of magic skills, but Lee Cheon-sang saw their emotions, realized their level, and read their habits and eyes.
Flash!
The morale of the group of yakshas who witnessed the captain’s fearsome martial arts skills exploded in an instant.
Although they lost half of their troops, they were confident once again.
If you work with Lee Cheon-sang, you can win.
If you follow him and listen to his orders, you can win against any enemy.
I was somewhat intimidated by the number and strength of the enemy, but not anymore. The yakshas went on the attack with the spirit of victory ignited by Lee Cheon-sang’s neat and splendid battle.
Burbubbubbuk! Fuuuuuuu!
The pressure from the Yacha workers became twice as strong.
Even with the same strength and the same troops, the power can vary greatly depending on the level of morale. The morale of the Yacha workers had soared to a point where it could not go any higher. The same was true for the Yaksyas of this group who watched their struggle from the side. All the yakshas shouted with great vigor and swung their swords.
The fierce battle that broke out on the left and right turned in an instant. Ilgun and Leegun’s burning demonic energy grew stronger beyond its limits, and before they knew it, they were putting pressure on the monks of Hwahae Yonggwonmun with tremendous military energy.
The faces of the deacons turned pale.
Although they were outnumbered, this was still their base. It was common sense that if the skills were similar, those who were familiar with the terrain would have an advantage.
Still, it gets pushed back. I couldn’t believe it.
‘this!’
Although he was confused from the beginning because he didn’t know that chaos would break out, Jangchun was soon able to figure out who created this trend.
He glared at Lee Cheon-sang and lowered his posture.
‘We have to get rid of that strange guy first!’
It was then.
Flash!
Lee Cheon-sang, who had beaten the three monks to death, turned his eyes towards Jangchun like a thunderbolt.
At that moment, Jangchun felt the shock of lightning falling from the sky and running down his spine.
An enemy general who accurately captured his own will even though so many troops were involved.
The enemy general’s eyes were like those of a devil who had just crawled up from hell, and even Jangchun’s inner strength, which had been honed to human limits, was shriveled.
hook!
When Lee Cheon-sang turned his head, the pressure like a thunderbolt disappeared.
At that time, Jangchun read another ray of murder approaching from behind. He instinctively turned his body and unfolded Yongmikwon (龍尾拳).
bang!
The spear and fist clashed, and a blood-curdling explosion broke out.
Guichang grinned. After turning my gaze away from the blood-covered face and the devil, the ghost came to see me.
“It’s you!”
“profit!”
The sharp polearm and the rock-hard fist collided again.
martial arts,
