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< The King of Power Creates a Brain Wall >
Wi Mak-cheon, who had drawn his sword in a reversed sword stance, adjusted his grip and began to unleash the Golden Sword Technique. As if determined to give it his all from the start, he simultaneously raised his internal energy, and sword silk wrapped itself around the sword's body. A crackling sound of flames erupted from the sword.
Although there are differences between schools, swordsmanship is a higher level skill than swordsmanship.
Of course, it was a season that had never been used before for plum blossom wandering.
It was also the core of the Golden Sword Technique.
Wi Mak-cheon swung his sword in this state and planned to erupt the sword forward. What makes the Golden Sword Technique so terrifying is that the shape of the erupting sword energy is irregular, like shooting hundreds of needles. Furthermore, the range and effect of the eruption with a stab and a slash are completely different, making it impossible to block.
It was a difficult martial art.
Wi Mak-cheon saw that Dan Woo-seong was canceling out the sword energy with his brain energy, so he continued to concentrate his energy into the sword as if he was conducting an inspection.
The halo of light surrounding the sword of the Wimakcheon became increasingly intense.
Even though this condensing process itself is difficult, Wimakcheon skillfully performed it while engaging in a battle of attrition.
Danwoo Seong thought that Geumsa Geom's sword would explode like thunder.
I tilted my head inwardly.
'Are you determined to die?'
If Danwoo Seong had properly unleashed the power of Baekjeonshipdan Gong, he could have killed the Golden Sword that was flying before his eyes without leaving a trace.
Wi Mak-cheon was so intoxicated by the fact that he was a genius that he failed to properly understand Dan Woo-seong.
As time passed, the swordsman wrapped around the Weimakcheon's sword fell to the floor in drops, scattering like fluff.
It looked like golden sand was falling from the sword.
That's why it's called the Golden Sword Technique.
Wi Mak-cheon believed that Dan Woo-seong would somehow block any clumsy attack. So, he was betting the odds on this one move.
Wimakcheon swung his sword, aiming for Danwooseong's neck, then spun around and swung a diagonal slash, widening the distance between them. He attempted a psychological warfare maneuver, pretending to lash out at the inspector, but Danwooseong received no response.
Inevitably, the stomach lining quickly changed into a stabbing form, explosively pouring out the condensed tests.
This was a bet on this one move.
Ssaeaeak!
A vein bulged on Wimakcheon's forehead. The onlookers involuntarily let out a grotesque "Ugh, ugh, ugh." Cheol Myeong-ho, too, shouted in surprise.
"caution!"
At this time, Danwoo-seong clasped both hands together and pulled out the Baekjeonshipdan Gong's brain energy like a thread.
Pizzi, pizi!
As Danwoo-seong opened his hand, a white aura formed like a spider web and completely annihilated the sword that Wimakcheon was pouring out.
This was a thunder wall made with 100 battles and 10 levels of skill.
Even though Wi Mak-cheon was squeezing out every last bit of his internal energy, Dan Woo-seong's expression didn't change even once.
"ha······."
Wi Mak-cheon looked at Dan Woo-seong with a dejected expression.
His internal energy seemed to have reached its limit.
I wanted to ask.
What is your condition?
Then, Danwoo Seong, who was looking at Wi Makcheon's expression, raised his fist slightly, aimed it, and asked in a calm tone.
“Golden Sword, can you stop it?”
If you answered that you could stop it, I was going to immediately pour out my brainpower.
Wi Mak-cheon, who had been observing Dan Woo-seong's expression and prayer, let out a long sigh as he lowered his sword to the floor.
“Phew······.”
His expression hadn't changed, and his ferocious prayer remained unchanged. If he charged forward like this, he would be no different from Dokgo Han or Namgung Wi. Above all, he lacked the confidence to block Noekwon. Furthermore, his opponent was a man who would resolutely punish anyone who attacked him. He needed to admit defeat at the right moment to avoid being struck.
I thought I could finish it.
It was the right decision.
Wi Mak-cheon took the sword and put it down.
"My skills are far from perfect. I'll admit defeat and stop here."
It was a bewildering sight for those with low martial arts prowess, but the elders of the Murim Alliance were the first to applaud, accepting the outcome of the contest. Only after the gray-haired elders clapped enthusiastically did cheers follow.
Danwoo Seongdo also had an example.
“It was a good ending.”
The leader of the martial arts world, Yu Jeong-hong, said as he stood up from the throne.
"Kwon-gaek, Geumsa-geom, and Namgung Jeil-do, please come to the stage. There's no separate congratulatory banquet. I'll give you what I promised first. If there's anyone who can fight better than these three, please step forward… Is there anyone?"
Namgungwi's expression brightened the most with a bandage wrapped around his head.
"oh!"
He seemed to have no idea that the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance would gift the Tao to a warrior from the Imperial Council. It seemed Namgung Wi had underestimated Yoo Jeong-hong's character.
The Baeknyeonjeonghwasam was passed on to Danwooseong, the Gugacheolbang sword was passed on to Geumsa Geom, and the Taeseongdo was passed on to Namgungwi.
Yoo Jeong-hong spoke to Namgung-wi in a calm tone.
“Namgungwi.”
Namgung Wi, who received the Taeseongdo with both hands, responded politely.
“Yes, my lord.”
"The Taesungdo is a sword I treasure. Will you take good care of it?"
Namgungwi answered, lowering his head.
“Yes, I will cherish it.”
Yoo Jeong-hong smiled.
“Please.”
"All right."
Yoo Jeong-hong looked at the Golden Sword Wi Mak-cheon.
“Wimakcheon, they call it a hundred-year-old treasure, it is truly impressive.”
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“No. Compared to the small group of people at the top of the galaxy, this is far inferior.”
“I knew it. Do you have a name for the sword?”
Everyone on stage looked at Wi Mak-cheon. Wi Mak-cheon responded with a rare bright expression.
“If it’s okay with you, I’ll just call the sword Geumsa Sword (金沙劍).”
Since it was his swordsmanship name, it also meant that he would treat it with great care.
Yoo Jeong-hong nodded.
"good night."
Yoo Jeong-hong looked at Dan Woo-seong and said this.
“The winner will stay here for a while.”
Danwoo Seong replied.
"yes."
Yoo Jeong-hong stepped forward and spoke to those gathered.
"The Phoenix Festival will be held tomorrow. That's all for today. Thank you all for your hard work. I have something to do with the winner, so everyone, please step away from the stage."
As people began to disperse, Yoo Jeong-hong looked around the crowd and gave an order.
"The White Dragons are to form a square around the perimeter, and the elders are to form a square around the platform and wait. Everyone is to retreat from the platform."
“I obey your orders.”
Yoo Jeong-hong walked to the end of the stage, sat down on the floor, and spoke to Dan Woo-seong, who was holding the Baeknyeonjeonghwasam.
"Junior, take it right here. The members will be watching over you while you eat breakfast. It doesn't matter if it takes a long time. I'll be watching over you too…"
While listening to Yoo Jeong-hong's words, Dan Woo-seong felt goosebumps run down his spine.
"hmm."
It meant that the elite martial arts masters of the Murim Alliance would come forward to protect Danwoo Seong from having a lucky breakfast.
Moreover, even the leader has stepped forward······.
Dan Woo-seong's feelings were complicated due to the treatment he received, which was unimaginable during his time traveling the world alone.
"All right."
Even Cheol Myeong-ho and the Hwa siblings couldn't approach the inner part of the defenses. Curious, Cheol Myeong-ho asked Hwa Eun-wol.
“Master Hwa, what are you doing over there?”
“The moment of taking the elixir is both dangerous and important, so the leader is standing there himself.”
“Wow······. No, why are you being so meticulous?”
Hwa Eun-wol replied briefly.
“He’s always been like that to his juniors. He doesn’t care if they’re part of the Murim Alliance or not.”
As Cheol Myeong-ho looked, his friend, the master, sat cross-legged on the platform, swallowed a small, invisible Baeknyeonjeonghwasam, and then quietly closed his eyes.
Cheol Myeong-ho's eyes were drawn more to the expression of the leader Yoo Jeong-hong than to his friend's calm expression.
The white-haired leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan sat on the podium, smiling gently, and his appearance was truly impressive.
Cheol Myeong-ho was amazed.
'Not all martial artists are cool, but that leader is truly a cool old man.'
It was also impressive to see the elderly elders, mostly with gray hair, forming a defensive formation around the stage, and the young members of the martial arts alliance waiting outside of it, their mouths shut.
The seriousness of the martial artists was beyond imagination.
This was especially true for Cheol Myeong-ho.
It was truly a beautiful sight.
On a night when torches flickered everywhere, a friend was surrounded by the masters of the Murim Alliance, taking elixirs while being escorted by the leader of the Murim Alliance.
.
.
.
Danwoo Seong opened his eyes after finishing his breakfast in half an hour.
Because I had previously consumed Gongcheongseokyu, it took a very short time for me to absorb the effects of Baeknyeonjeonghwasam. Furthermore, Baeknyeonjeonghwasam's effects were more about building tolerance to toxins than increasing internal energy, so it didn't take long.
“It’s over.”
Although the time was short, my physical condition improved significantly. Because of the elevation in level, I unexpectedly reached the Baekjeonshipdan Gong level. It wasn't just the effects of the Baeknyeonjeonghwasam, but also the continuous buildup of internal energy after taking Gongcheongseoyoo, which allowed me to naturally advance to the next level.
Could be.
When Danwoo Seong opened his mouth, the leader of the Yu Jeonghong asked with a somewhat surprised expression.
"already?"
"yes."
“Are you okay? It’s too fast.”
"it's okay."
“That’s embarrassing. Are you feeling hungry?”
“I’m so hungry.”
"Then let's go. I'll treat the winner to a meal."
Leader Yoo Jeong-hong spoke to his followers who were forming a defensive formation.
“Everyone, you’ve all worked hard. Let’s each do our own thing.”
As soon as Yoo Jeong-hong saw the three people waiting in the distance, he asked Dan Woo-seong.
“They’ve been waiting for a while now. Are they your friends?”
"yes."
“Call.”
When Danwoo Sung called the three men, Cheolmyeongho's eyes widened. Thanks to his friend, he had the opportunity to dine with the martial arts leader.
Yoo Jeong-hong didn't bother to prepare his meals separately. He headed to the communal dining hall where the members ate their meals every day. It seemed he often ate there.
Fortunately, Cheol Myeong-ho was touched by the old leader's candid words, so he kept his pitiful mouth shut while eating.
While eating, Yoo Jeong-hong asked Hwa Eun-wol.
“You’re the owner of the Hwaseong Soga?”
Hwa Eun-wol replied.
“Yes, my lord.”
Yoo Jeong-hong chuckled while chewing his food.
“Is your father well?”
“Yes, I am in good health.”
“What about the villagers?”
Hwa Eun-wol responded with a puzzled expression to Yoo Jeong-hong's unusual question.
“Oh, yes. Everyone is well.”
"Don't be alarmed. I've received reports of the Hwaseong clan's secret activities several times during the Oreung Grand Battle. Now that they've resumed their activities, please relay this to your father."
“Yes, go ahead.”
"Fist King, following Murong Chu, we've lost contact with the Sword Emperor. I've sent a letter to the Sword King, asking him to join the Martial Arts Alliance for the time being. Please make sure to tell your father about this situation."
Hwa Eun-wol bowed her head.
"All right."
Yoo Jeong-hong said this with a calm expression.
“If the magician embarks on a revenge plot, your family and the two of you must be especially careful.”
Hwaeunwol and Hwaeunseol took the lottery towards the leader.
“I will be especially careful.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
Danwoo-seong stared blankly at Hwa-eun-wol. Hwa-eun-wol, who had always been so confident, was eating with a rare look of bewilderment.
Yoo Jeong-hong suddenly looked at Hwa Eun-wol with a displeased expression.
“Sogaju.”
Hwa Eun-wol replied.
"yes."
"You are the descendant of a great family. If you were to embarrass yourself, you would be committing a sin against your ancestors. Especially not in front of me. They are my comrades in arms."
Hwa Eun-wol's family had a secret that often embarrassed its descendants, and Hwa Eun-wol was no exception.
“I will keep that in mind.”
Yoo Jeong-hong looked at Dan Woo-seong.
“And you.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Yoo Jeong-hong spoke somewhat vaguely.
“······You need to become even more overwhelmingly powerful than you are now.”
"hmm."
"Winning will probably generate some buzz, but I'm not world-renowned, so I'd rather be a hidden blade in Baekdo. The demons won't even know you exist. Their primary target will be old men like me. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
“I understand.”
Yoo Jeong-hong, who was lost in thought while eating, said this.
"Grow stronger by any means necessary. If there's anything we can do to help, the Murim Alliance will actively assist."
Danwoo Sung's goals soon became aligned with those of the martial arts leader, Yu Jeonghong. Both men were preparing for an unknown enemy. There was no right answer other than becoming stronger.
The martial arts leader Yoo Jeong-hong, already a high-level player, valued Dan Woo-seong's hidden strength and potential more highly than anyone else. For his own sake and Baekdo's, he planned to support Dan Woo-seong's development into a variable and a decisive weapon.
<The King of Fist Creates a Brain Wall> End
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