Side Story Episode 125. Operation within an operation (5)
It seems slow, light.
Or perhaps solemn.
It seems to be too leisurely to block the blood-scented sword that curves and shoots like a poisonous snake.
However, before he knew it, Wichan was striking the tip of his beloved sword with the body of the sword, drawing a path so strange that it was difficult to understand even by looking at it with his black eyes.
Teeeeee!
The sound of swords clashing was very clear and pure.
Is it because the strength of the force is different? Wichan’s blade, which blocked the blood-scented sword’s blow, was damaged.
But that was enough. Even though a tooth fell off the blade, the magical energy contained in the sword did not waver.
Wichan’s sword drew a circle.
Blood Fragrance Sword pulled out its sword again and tried to stab it.
but.
‘… … ?!’
For a moment, confusion appeared on the blood-scented sword’s face.
‘It won’t fall?’
The sword does not come out easily from the vicinity of Wichan’s sword.
It was as if an invisible suction force was holding the sword together. There was nothing he couldn’t do if he made up his mind to pull it out, but there was no way the White Bone God Demon’s disciple would have missed the opportunity created by that one extreme move.
Wow!
The choice of blood scent sword was surprising.
Even though he suffered internal injuries and was cut to the chest, he did not retreat and approached Wichan.
Yoo Sang-cheon, who was about to strike at Blood Hyang Geom, spit out an insult and pulled his hand back. There is no problem with throwing it out, but if Wichan is swept away, it will suffer serious damage.
However, you can’t just sit back and watch.
After Yu Sang-cheon condensed the black goruma ball, he drew in the radiating demonic energy and instantly increased the speed of the divine method.
It was then.
Pow!
With a refreshing burst of alcohol, the body of the blood-scented sword was thrown backwards.
Before, it seemed like it was being sucked in, but now it has been pushed out again with strong elasticity.
‘It’s not swordsmanship!’
Now I know for sure. This is not swordsmanship, but magic, or qigong.
Hiss!
Yu Sang-cheon’s fist passed through the spot where the blood incense sword was.
A moment split into a split second.
‘… … !’
Wei Chan and Yu Sang-cheon’s vision intersected, and a flash of light flashed in their eyes.
bang! Whoa!
Yoo Sang-cheon, who stopped at an advanced angle, poured out his tension in all directions. The intention is not to necessarily aim at the blood-scented sword, but to block its approach by firing in all directions.
You wouldn’t know it if it were in a normal state, but the current Blood Incense Sword had no choice but to fall back due to its tension. There was enough strength to break through, but it was obvious that if the internal injuries got worse, the fight would become twice as difficult.
And then.
Hahaha!
Wi Chan rushed past Yu Sang-cheon and swung his sword towards the body of the blood-scented sword.
Damn it!
As I was in the process of retreating, Geomcho became dizzy. Wi Chan did not miss that moment.
Awesome! Suddenly!
Wichan’s sword, which was emitting brilliant sparks, slowly cut down to the shoulder of the blood-scented sword.
This inspection went quite deep. The sword strike went beyond the skin to the muscles inside, and Wichan’s extremely delicate senses could be felt all in an instant.
And the opponent’s counterattack will come right away.
‘come!’
I can’t back down any longer.
Wi Chan swung his sword with the character Bae (排) of Pocheon Geummagong.
Whoa!
My hands went numb.
Using Pocheon Geumgong’s Jinyeol, he tried to pressure his opponent with sword pressure, but this time he was unable to make the blood scent sword retreat.
Wei Chan looked into the eyes of the blood-scented sword.
Bloodshot eyes, pale complexion. The internal wounds have deepened due to this exchange of sword strikes, but they are no longer retreating.
‘Win!’
Wei Chan gritted his teeth.
I haven’t been able to melt it with the magic craft yet, but now is not the time to worry about this or that.
Wooooow.
His sword, filled with majestic power, faced the sword of the blood-scented sword.
Hahaha!
With just one collision, Wichan felt the entire goal ring.
For a moment, my vision flashed and I felt sick from shock. The opponent also made a deliberate move and showed off his best martial arts skills.
Although it had the power to block the sword strike of the blood-scented sword, the problem was that its body and internal organs were not trained enough to even take the repulsive force.
The blood-scented sword immediately attacked Wei Chan.
Blah blah blah!
The swords of the two swordsmen clashed as if possessed, and they uttered brilliant sword names.
Yu Sang-cheon tried to aim for the blood-scented sword’s back, but he couldn’t.
Of course, it wasn’t for emotional reasons, such as cowardice or the other person’s pride being at stake.
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‘crazy!’
Bababababaak!
The two people’s swords clashed, and intangible speculums flew out in all directions and scattered across the ground.
The speed of the sword was fast, and the more the two swords collided, the more the career became broken fragments and scattered. It was difficult for even Yoo Sang-cheon to get involved in such a radical situation.
Anxiety appeared on Yoo Sang-cheon’s face.
He kept following behind the blood-scented sword and shouted inwardly.
‘Damn it! Please get out!’
If Yoo Sang-cheon was surprised, he couldn’t have been surprised by the blood scent sword.
‘Unbelievable!’
Internal injuries, external injuries.
There is no point in considering such things in practice. Because if I die, that’s enough.
Hyeolhyanggeom was astonished at his opponent’s swordsmanship, which was somehow able to block the cutting edges of the Shingeomchisik, which he had honed over many years.
‘How can you do this?!’
Wei Chan’s face was as pale as a blood sword. She suffered internal injuries the size of a blood-scented sword with only about twenty exchanges.
Still, it doesn’t go away.
At least an opponent holding a sword can never back down.
Fighting spirit is fighting spirit, but this one fight itself was an experience more precious to him than any other martial arts level in the world.
‘iced coffee!’
Wi-chan sighed inwardly.
‘amazing. Even corners I hadn’t thought of like this!’
Although he was the devil of devils without blood or tears, his life devoted to swordsmanship was real.
The swordsmanship of the Hyeolhyanggeom was a work of art in itself. It did not see the light of day due to problems with level and internal skills, but if it had been given the appropriate magic arts knowledge, it could be compared to the martial arts of Shingyo inner masters.
It was no different from Wichan who lived his life thinking about the sword at all times and at any moment.
The difference is that Bloodhyanggeom was fascinated by the deadly weapon called the sword from the beginning and has been practicing it ever since, while Wichan wielded the sword to survive and was soon fascinated by the sword’s magic.
It is meaningless to evaluate with what kind of heart and mental strength a life lived is more valuable.
What was important was that Wichan’s talent was not inferior to that of the blood-scented sword.
No, this young swordsman was a genius warrior who became even more enlightened after learning martial arts that were comparable to Shingyo’s highest level magic arts, and began to see things that the blood and sword sword could not see.
Damn it! Sigh! Pow!
A long sword image was also engraved on Wichan’s chest.
It was a fairly deep blow. The speculum left on the wound destroys the skin and cracks! It exploded, leaving a secondary wound.
Yoo Sang-cheon shouted without realizing it.
“Wichan!”
Whoa! Suddenly!
The blood-scented sword retreated with an equally bloody cutting sound.
A sword image was also engraved on the blood-scented sword’s chest. It wasn’t as deep as the sword wound inflicted by Wichan, but since it overlapped with the stab wound he had already suffered once, the internal wound that he had somehow managed to hold on to was bound to bubble up again.
Yoo Sang-cheon rushed straight towards the Blood-Hyanggeom, but stopped for a moment.
A blood sword that aims its sword at Yu Sang-cheon while looking at Wei Chan. Even though blood was dripping from his nose and mouth, the blood sword’s eyes were shining brilliantly.
“Sweet prosecutor. “What is your name?”
Wichan said out of breath.
“It’s Wichan.”
“It’s called a blood scent sword.”
Both Wei Chan and Yu Sangcheon flinched.
“Sword-toothed blood sword.”
Until five years ago, he was a famous figure in Protestantism.
This person is known to have gone missing while on a mission, and I can’t believe I see him here like this.
Yoo Sang-cheon muttered.
“I thought it was strange, but why on earth did the demons from our school come with us…?” … ?”
“Let’s not discuss such trivial things.”
Blood Scent Sword said with a smile.
“My sword is called Shingeomchilsik. “Your sword?”
“Gyoryonggeomsik (蛟龍劍式).”
“It’s an imoogi. I still have a long way to go before I become a dragon. But the talent is truly amazing.”
Hyeolhyanggeom turned the sword pointed at Yu Sangcheon towards Wei Chan.
“Let’s have a cool fight.”
Yu Sang-cheon’s face distorted.
“dog sound!”
At that time, Wi Chan grabbed the sword with both hands.
“It’s an honor.”
“Hey, Wichan!”
No swordsman from Shingyo heard the sound of Geomchi. Even though there were many swordsmen stronger than the blood-scented sword, no one ever called him an idiot who was crazy about swords.
For Wi Chan, the recognition of the Blood Fragrance Sword was no different from the first gift he had received, other than the Pocheon Gold Magic Duke. He naturally developed a strong will to win.
The blood-scented sword smiled.
“Good. “Come in first.”
“Good.”
It was then.
Hahaha!
As soon as the door of the mother-house opened, Lee Cheon-sang, which came out like a thunderbolt, shot towards the blood-scented sword.
Bloodyanggeom, who was focused on winning for a moment, was startled and swung his sword.
Kaaaang! Pow!
He hit the sword with his fist and raised his knee to hit his abdomen.
Blood Hyanggeom coughed up blood and collapsed on the spot.
He gritted his teeth as he fell.
“Such cowardice… … !”
Quack!
Lee Cheon-sang’s foot smashed the blood sword’s head.
It was truly a merciless surprise attack. No one would have thought that the world’s sword-tooth blood-scented sword would die in vain like this.
Wichan shouted without realizing it.
“Monarch!”
Lee Cheon-sang said to Yoo Sang-cheon.
“It’s been quite some time since the fireworks exploded. “Reinforcements are probably on the way.”
“Oh, yes.”
“The wounds of the eleventh leader are severe, so men should carry the tenth leader on their backs. I will carry the woman. “Go and bring the man and woman.”
Since the woman was pregnant, she needed a new method that was as stable as possible. Of course, it was better for Lee Cheon-sang to take charge rather than Yoo Sang-cheon.
Yu Sang-cheon bowed his head and headed toward Mo-ok.
Lee Cheon-sang looked at Wei Chan.
Wei Chan bit his lip. Considering his usual blunt words and actions, he seemed quite emotional.
“My lord. I am… … .”
match!
Wei Chan, who had been slapped harshly, looked at Lee Cheon-sang with bewildered eyes.
Lee Cheon-sang’s expression did not change. He didn’t seem particularly angry, nor did he seem disappointed.
The desire to win, which had been burning with that indifference and that severity, completely cooled down.
Lee Cheon-sang opened his mouth.
“If you truly want to live only with kendo (劍道) in mind, leave the school and seek the life of a seeker alone.”
“… … .”
“It is good to have an attitude to learn in real-life situations. But if your attitude is ahead of what you should do, you don’t fit in here.”
“My lord. I just… … .”
“Among the people we had to take was a pregnant woman.”
“… … !”
“Before the mission, the mother becomes at risk. Was the leader of the eleven aware of that fact?”
Wei Chan, who was looking at Lee Cheon-sang with trembling eyes, lowered his head.
“I will return and receive the sins I committed today after completing my mission.”
Lee Cheon-sang took out a clean cloth from his arms.
“There is no sign of the enemy yet. “It must have been quite far away.”
“… … ?”
“Bind up your wounds. “After completing the minimum maintenance, we will return to work immediately.”
Wei Chan’s eyes wavered.
“Monarch.”
“The enemy shouldn’t be chased by the blood stains you dropped.”
“… … .”
“Be cool. I’m emotional right now, so it’s not good for me. “Look at your surroundings with an absolutely rational perspective.”
“I follow your orders.”
Lee Cheon-sang turned around.
As Wi Chan looked at the bandage with bitter eyes, Lee Cheon-sang’s voice was heard.
“I will go back and learn how to use a sword. “I’ll always deal with you when I’m not busy.”
“… … !!”
“So function properly during missions.”
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