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Taejonbirok Volume 23, Episode 15
Chapter 125: Lazy Man, Exercising (5)
Sima looked at Wei Yanhu quietly.
He stood still. A moment ago, he had been running full speed toward Wei Yanhu, but before he knew it, his feet had fallen to the ground.
A sense of discomfort.
A sharp sense of discomfort runs through my body.
His head slowly lowered.
The place where my gaze landed was the chest, the place where the heart was.
does not exist.
There is no wound.
Neither the clothes nor the skin… … were torn at all.
A hollow smile appeared on Sima's face as he looked at that healthy chest.
'It didn't even get cut.'
One was cut.
Sima knew. Wei Yanhu's sword strike had precisely cut through his heart, leaving his outer skin intact. The cut was so perfect that he wasn't bleeding much yet, but soon, a tremendous amount of blood would spurt from the severed heart.
Then it's over.
I've never heard of anyone surviving a severed heart vein. No matter how far Sima has reached the state of perfect physical control, he can't reattach a severed heart vein. All he can do is prolong the time until death.
“……What did you do and how did you do it?”
Sima Yi's eyes turned to Wei Yanhu.
To Wei Yanho, who still had slightly dissatisfied eyes.
sir.
Despite having defeated the bishop of the Demonic Cult and one of the strongest warriors in the world, there was no sign of satisfaction on Wei Yanhu's face.
“I just cut it.”
“Just cut it?”
“Yes. I just tried it.”
"after……."
It's something that should be incomprehensible.
But Sima understood. Wei Yanhu was literally cut. He found the optimal trajectory to cut his heart, and he swung his sword perfectly at the perfect time.
The moment all of those processes are integrated, the only result that remains is simply 'cutting it out'.
What should I call this sword?
Heart sword?
Or a formless sword?
I guess it all depends on how you name it. Things like the "Shingeom" and the "Muhyeonggeom" don't have a set form in the first place.
'It seems like he's not even aware of it.'
Looking at Wei Yanhu, Sima let out a hollow laugh.
Do you know what you just did?
Do you understand what it means to strike everything with a single sword and cut off only Sima's heart?
Sima shook his head.
No, I don't think so.
That only makes sense to Sima.
The realms of the mind sword and the formless sword are only valuable to Sima, who has yet to reach them. To Wei Yanhu, who has already passed that stage and is moving on to the next, what significance does it have for his sword to know where it has passed?
Wei Yanhu is already looking back. Not satisfied with even this stage, he's chasing even higher heights.
"flaw……."
A suppressed laugh escaped.
I've dedicated my entire life to learning, but this is just the end, a passing stage.
Sima slowly opened his mouth.
“Where are you chasing?”
"……yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho asked back with a dumb face.
But Sima was not angry.
“Where are you going with your face still looking dissatisfied?”
"ah!"
Wi Yeon-ho scratched the back of his head.
“I’m chasing a shadow, but I can’t seem to catch it.”
“Shadow…….”
Sima ended up laughing.
Shadow can mean many things, but in this answer, the shadow can only mean one thing.
“The world is wide.”
Who would have thought that there would be another person who would let a monster like that languish in the shadows?
“Can’t even this sword reach it?”
“Uh, that’s…….”
Wi Yeon-ho answered in a hushed voice.
“It seems like something similar has come out for the first time, but it’s still lacking.”
“Is that so?”
It's insufficient… … .
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Sima couldn't help but laugh in vain.
Did that feeble sword cut through his own heart? A devastating blow, so overwhelming that he couldn't even think of counterattacking. Was that blow feeble?
“I lived in vain.”
Blood began to flow from the corner of Sima's mouth. Blood flowed from the severed vein, and blood from his wounded stomach began to flow back into his mouth.
'The Central Plains have always been like that, the Central Plains.'
Every time I think I can overcome something, a new character emerges. And when I think I've done it, I'm even stronger.
The same history repeats itself.
I am afraid that this same disgusting history is repeating itself again.
“You are strong.”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded.
Normally, I would have nitpicked and teased him, but I couldn't do that to a dying person.
“But your strength will ultimately be in vain.”
The flowing blood soaked Sima's chest.
Anyone could see that the life force was rapidly draining from him.
“……You……you……are strong. But you……cannot……stand against Him. No one in the world……no one……stands before Him.”
Wi Yeon-ho's face hardened slightly.
Wei Yanhu knew who Sima was talking about.
“Has Cheonma really come back to life?”
“……Heavenly Horse.”
Sima twisted his lips into a smile.
“I’m back… not me….”
Sima coughed violently.
“He, he… didn’t die from the beginning….”
dump.
One knee touches the floor. One hand touches the floor. Sama, barely managing to avoid being slammed into the ground, chuckled.
With his face dyed red.
“You’re strong… You’re strong. But that’s why… You’re even more helpless… If you weren’t strong, then… If you weren’t strong, then you should have at least given up! You’ll suffer because of your strength.”
Sima's body slowly collapsed.
“Just watching that scene from hell wouldn’t be boring.”
Wei Yanhu looked at Sima, who had fallen to the ground.
Should we say that the way he curses until the end and dies is befitting of a bishop of the Demonic Cult?
“Swear words.”
Wi Yeon-ho turned his head away with a slightly gloomy expression.
Killing someone is never a pleasant experience. It doesn't matter whether you kill someone you absolutely must or someone you can't avoid.
“Tsk.”
It's not over yet. It's too early to be lost in sentiment. Wei Yanhu turned his head and moved his feet.
“Coo-hoo!”
The sight of the poisonous snake, half-folded and groaning, entered his eyes.
"……how?"
The poisonous horse's eyes were filled with shock and fear.
Unlike Sima, who acknowledged and accepted that his opponent was stronger than him, Dokma was unable to accept the situation itself.
It might be a given.
It's not hard to experience that one's ignorance doesn't work against the strong. However, for Dokma, who studied poison, there was no opponent his poison couldn't affect. At least, until now.
It's possible to endure. It's possible to suppress the symptoms. It's even possible to expel the toxin with energy. But in this world, there's no such thing as an opponent immune to poison. It shouldn't exist.
But now, such a being is right before my eyes. How can I explain this shock?
"how!"
The poisonous horse shouted in a voice filled with anger and bewilderment.
But Wi Yeon-ho remained calm even as he watched that scene.
“What is it like?”
“……How can I not get addicted? How on earth can I do this!”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.
"My master said, 'If I am stronger than poison, then poison will not dare to poison me.' I am stronger than the poison you use."
Of course, that strength wasn't entirely achieved through Wei Yanho's power.
The reason Wei Yanhu is immune to poison is because of Baek Muhan's inner strength, which prevents any other power from infiltrating his body. However, Dokma, unaware of this situation, will be unable to comprehend this situation.
"flaw……."
The poisonous demon's eyes turned bloodshot. He was so excited that all the blood vessels in his eyes burst.
“Wei Yanho, Wei Yanho… He could become the religion’s greatest enemy. When I heard that assessment, I laughed at the mad horse.”
The poisonous snake grumbled and laughed.
“I was the idiot who didn’t know anything.”
Dokma's face was stained with regret. He saw Sima lying on the ground, growing colder.
“Heh heh heh.”
Who would have imagined?
When I headed here with Sama, I never even considered the possibility of dying here. The only question was how quickly we could clear this place and rejoin the main force.
They say life is about not knowing what will happen even an inch ahead.
“Is this my grave?”
The poisonous horse ground its teeth.
The excitement that had been building at the start of a great undertaking was now cooling off.
No matter how hard I rack my brain, I see no way to avoid death. Wei Yanhu seems like a man without a clue, but his sword, unlike his personality, knows no mercy.
There's no way Wei Yanhu, who killed Sima in an instant, would spare him. Even if he did, others wouldn't leave him alone.
Especially… … .
'Amazing investigation.'
The eyes of the mysterious investigator staring at him from afar were utterly cold. Perhaps death would be better. If he were to be subdued by the author, he would be neither alive nor dead until he vomited out all the information he possessed.
“Those damn Central Plains bastards.”
The poisonous horse slowly got up.
Paaang!
A blast of poison spurted from his outstretched fingertips, like a lightning bolt, and flew towards Wei Yanhu. Wei Yanhu waved his hand in annoyance, blocking the blast.
“I keep saying that because it’s meaningless.”
“……Ugh.”
The pain of having to face death was greater than the pain of having to face death when the poison I had trained my whole life to was useless.
The expression on Dokma's face, which had been distorted like a demon's, slowly relaxed.
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes were dyed with a strange color.
Dokma had eyes like those of a monk who had attained enlightenment, as if he had let go of everything.
“You don’t know.”
The voice that came out was also incredibly calm.
“How deep our resentment is.”
“…….”
“How desperately we longed for what you enjoyed so casually.”
“What are you saying….”
"death?"
Dokma said with a calm face.
"What I fear isn't death. It's the anxiety that if I fail to do what I should, our descendants might once again suffer in that barren land. Compared to that fear, death is nothing. Do you understand what I mean?"
Wi Yeon-ho narrowed his eyes.
“It’s a bit bothersome now, so just do it moderately and be obedient…….”
Wi Yeon-ho's words stopped.
Wi Yeon-ho, startled, couldn't take his eyes off Dok-ma with his eyes widened even more.
It's swollen.
Obviously.
It was subtle, but clearly the poisonous demon's body was swelling.
“What, what are you going to do…….”
“Heh heh heh heh heh!”
The poisonous creature's face and body swelled. Blood vessels bulged, and its entire body instantly turned green.
“You too must know! Our suffering! Our wrath! Holy fire!”
Before I could do anything, the poisonous demon's body exploded. At the same time, a pungent toxic smoke began to emanate from the demon's body, engulfing the area in all directions.
Green smoke fills the main headquarters of the Jeongmu Alliance and spreads out again and again.