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Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 9
Chapter 144: The Sluggard, Trembling (4)
The power of the bishop was beyond imagination.
'Is this all there is to it?'
Tang Cheon-gun took a deep breath and grabbed the dagger.
bishop.
This is a term used to refer to high-ranking demons who are recognized for their strength in the Demonic Cult and are in a position to command other demons.
It seems to have a different meaning to them, as it has a form of religion, but for Dangcheon-gun, a person from the Central Plains, this alone was enough.
In the Central Plains, the word bishop has only one meaning.
Strength.
How many people lost their lives to the bishop during the past war with the Demonic Cult?
It existed at that time too.
These are the masters who ruled the world.
Now, Baekgeomseongju, Cheonryu Geom, and the Three Great Swordsmen are considered the best in the world, but even then, they were considered to lack the experience to be considered the best in the world.
However, those who represented the time all lost their lives in the war against the Demonic Cult.
Right into the hands of those bishops.
'I didn't underestimate it?'
King Dangcheon is not arrogant.
Even if it's arrogant, that arrogance isn't based on unfounded confidence. It's a confidence built solely through thorough calculation and evaluation.
In the past, bishops were a step above the military leaders of the Central Plains. I admit it.
But twenty years have passed.
Twenty years is enough time for the mountains and rivers to change twice. During that time, the Central Plains have made painstaking efforts. They have surpassed the powerhouses of the past and created a force even greater than the Central Plains of the past.
So I thought this time I could finally show those damn demonic bastards a lesson.
But Tang Cheon-gun had to admit that he had overlooked one thing.
They weren't the only ones who had transcended the past through bone-crushing hardship. The Demonic Cult had also been diligently preparing for this war.
“The Dark King, Dangcheongun.”
Kwonma said, laughing.
"The Central Plains certainly have a generous side. To bestow the title of king on a warrior of your caliber is a feat unthinkable in the Demonic Cult."
“Whew!”
Dangcheon-gun spat out the blood that was in his mouth.
“There’s no way those dirty demonic bastards can call themselves kings.”
"That spirit is worthy of the king's name. But spirit without skill is nothing more than bluff."
Grrrrr.
Kwon Ma's fist began to turn black.
'Fuck.'
Dangcheon-gun gritted his teeth.
The compatibility is not good.
Based on his nickname, his massive body, and the rumors I'd heard about him, Kwonma was a master of the Hegemony Fist who had sacrificed speed for excessive destructive power.
And these slow, destructive opponents were the Dark King's favorite prey. By keeping a reasonable distance and taunting them with dark magic and poison, they would typically struggle and die.
But for this guy, that compatibility doesn't work at all.
“Chaaaaat!”
The dark energy burst out explosively from Tang Cheon-gun's sleeves.
From fluffy ox hair needles, sharp flying needles, to daggers with venom glistening in an eerie manner, to Tangmunjeon!
The secret weapons he boasts about to the world fall towards Kwonma.
Hundreds of thousands of dark auras fluttered like petals in the wind. Pink and green poison mixed with the auras, creating a perfect encirclement from which no one could escape.
“Is it Mancheonhwawoo?”
It rains flowers all over the sky.
But each and every petal that formed the flower's rain contained a potent poison that could melt a human being in an instant with just a brush. Even a single touch of the downy, feathery buds would be inescapable of poisoning.
I will never be able to escape with that slow magic.
one…….
“Shut up.”
Kwonma pulled his fist slightly and then pushed it up into the air.
Paaaaaaaaaaang!
A tremendous whirlwind of energy shot into the sky, accompanied by an ear-piercing crackling sound, like a dragon ascending to the heavens.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
The dragon's wind, created by the demon, sucked in the dark energy of the Dark King. The fluttering petals, though incredibly powerful against humans, were helpless against the gust of wind.
Thump, thump, thump.
The dark energy that had been sucked up by the dragon fist rains down on one side of the floor.
Kwonma shrugged.
Although he managed to blow away the dark energy with a strong wind, he couldn't push away all of the dark energy, as small needles were embedded all over his body.
“It stings.”
Uduk.
As Kwonma tensed his body, the needles that had been embedded in his body were repelled. The area where the needles had been embedded seemed to turn green, but in the blink of an eye, they returned to their original color.
"Mancheonhwawoo… It's a good technique. But ultimately, no matter what martial arts you practice, the depth of your Hwahoo is what matters. Your Mancheonhwawoo is just a weak technique."
“…….”
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The dark king lowered his hand with a dejected expression.
The Tang family's martial arts are a surefire way to kill.
If you fail to take your opponent's life with a single strike, you're in danger of being defeated. The Tang sect's inherent reliance on secret weapons and poison makes them incapable of repelling attacks and their defenses extremely vulnerable. This was a natural weakness of the Tang sect's martial arts.
If you don't kill, you die.
This trait, combined with its poisonous nature, made the Tang Dynasty an object of fear.
However, this one-hit-kill doesn't work on Kwonma. Most secret weapons can't overcome his strength, and even if they manage to penetrate his defenses, the poison won't work.
'Are you saying that even the Seven Treasures of Soul and the Soul Stealing Blade don't work?'
I can't understand how this is possible.
Of course, the unmanned creatures are resistant to poison. Even if a normal person would instantly dissolve into a handful of blood, the most powerful masters, who can freely manipulate their energy, can expel the poison as soon as it enters their bodies.
But the poison Tang Cheon-gun just used was so potent that even the most accomplished master would struggle. It's astonishing how easily someone who's been poisoned by such a toxic substance can detoxify themselves.
“Dokma, compared to that old man’s poison, your poison is nothing more than dirt on your body.”
Ugh.
Dangcheon-gun ground his teeth.
“Are you ignoring the poison of the Tang family?”
“That’s stupid.”
"……what?"
"All martial arts change depending on who uses them. Poison is no different. Even a trivial poison, when wielded by someone skilled in the art of poison, can be more terrifying than a novice's most potent poison."
“…….”
"The moment you think that poison is the same no matter who uses it, and that it produces the same effects, you are already wrong. That's why you are not the king of poison, but the king of darkness."
Dangcheon-gun closed his mouth.
That's not wrong.
The head of the Tang family, Madou, understood poison better than he did.
"I didn't disregard the Tang family. There's no need to disregard any martial arts. Even a branch plucked from the roadside becomes more terrifying than any weapon of mass destruction in the hands of a master, and even the most divine sword in the world becomes more useless than a wooden staff in the hands of a commoner. It wasn't the Tang family I disregarded, but you, Tang Cheon-gun."
Dangcheon-gun's face was distorted.
What could be more shameful than hearing a sermon about ignorance from a bishop of the devil's cult?
"The Central Plains have actually regressed. It's a shame."
“You talk so well.”
“Yeah. I said I liked that spirit.”
Kwonma clenched his fist and slowly walked towards Dangcheon-gun.
“I will prove with your death that the Central Plains are no longer an opponent of the religion.”
Dangcheon-gun gritted his teeth and grabbed the needle.
Dozens, hundreds of afterimages fill the world.
“What kind of sorcery is this!”
The decommissioning incident was a major blow.
This is impossible.
No matter how fast a person is, he cannot move at this speed.
This is fantasy.
It's definitely a fantasy.
But knowing it was an illusion didn't change the situation.
With the power of the decomposition situation, it was impossible to distinguish which of the many ghostly reflections were real and which were fake.
If you can't tell the difference between the real and the fake, then the fake will become real and the real will become fake.
"conflict!"
The restoration situation has pushed the dragon's head forward.
The rising energy gathered into a dragon head and began to spread golden light into the world.
Buddha light.
The Buddha's light, which dispels all sorcery and darkness, illuminates the remnants of the illusion. The remnants that filled the sky began to crumble before the majesty of the Buddha's light.
"Death Dharma cannot ultimately overcome the right Dharma. No matter how many tricks you guys pull, you cannot go against the Buddha's will."
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
The body of the person in question was frozen.
A tongue-clicking sound is heard behind me.
"This isn't even funny. Wasn't the Buddhist law propagated by the very people you so despise? You, who despise the Podalap Palace as a foreign nation, so revere the Buddhist law propagated by foreigners?"
"this……!"
The situation of the restoration of the dragon's head was so severe that it swung. However, the place where the dragon's head had struck was already vanished from the form of the illusionary demon.
“A person who doesn’t even know what he is following preaches to others… That’s what the Central Plains was like from the beginning.”
I couldn't even tell where the words were coming from.
The voices that echoed from all directions as if in a battle of six battles had now evoked a feeling of fear even in the hearts of the now-dried Bokho.
“Shut up!”
“Tsk tsk, I’ve wasted my age.”
The face of the person in charge of the restoration project turned red.
For her, who had devoted her life to Buddhism, there was nothing more humiliating than being ridiculed by a demonic cult's followers.
“How dare you!”
Strength enters her hand as she holds the dragon head.
Her long white hair shot up into the sky as a terrifying aura surged through her.
“I won’t let you go!”
“You’re excited.”
The image of the illusionary horse appeared before her eyes like a vision.
“If someone who doesn’t know you saw this, they’d think you were a madou. But that madou is a concept you created all by yourself.”
“Inoooooooooooo!”
A terrifying history has swept through the Yongdu Gyejang of the Bokho incident. Her history alone would terrify even the King of Fame. Search the entire world, and you'll find no one with a history greater than hers.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Her dragon head struck the demon with a terrifying crack.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!
A massive explosion resonates as the floor bursts open. Dirt and gravel fly out in all directions as if they were shot out.
Bokho's eyes widened in the thick dust.
“Tsk tsk.”
A soft tongue clicking sound is heard.
But that sound was not heard in the ears of the Bokho situation.
As she slowly lowered her head, she saw a red hand poking out of her stomach.
“……Ugh.”
"Since a disciple of Buddha has abandoned his faith, there is no need to feel wronged. Paradise is past, so you may as well enjoy the sights of hell."
A waterfall of blood flowed from Bokho's mouth. After opening and closing her mouth several times, she finally lowered her head, unable to say anything.
dump.
Hwanma shook his hand as he watched Bokho collapse on the floor. Blood splattered onto the floor.
“Kill them all. He is coming.”
“Your name!”
The mines surged forward with incredible momentum, accompanied by the magic of the demon.
“If this is all, it’s disappointing…….”
The demon stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
He wasn't satisfied yet. He needed more blood, more lives.
The phantom with a strange smile began to move slowly.