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Return to the Immortal’s Tale Episode 400
With the wind (3)
I concentrated my mind and visualized the sword.
Inside the mountain of Dosan Geomrim.
There, only one sword was shining.
Those black teeth were all over the place.
The black mask showed an immature white-robed prosecutor.
Beyond the transparent sword, a crude Taegeuk symbol could be seen.
This was still unfinished and had the disadvantage of exploding mid-flight when unfolded, so it was not used.
But now, I’ve decided it’s time to use this unnamed herb.
There was no point in hunting for treasure when we already had a hostage between us.
The thirty-first opening ceremony, which began with the opening ceremony of Wol-ak (越岳), which opened the single-music swordsmanship method, was as follows.
Like the thirtieth first step, the three steps of moving through the levels are placed at the forefront.
It unfolds as a horizontal slash and a beginning, the moon-ak, and moves the sword from a lower level to a higher level.
After that, the mountain ridge is transplanted again by lowering the beam and cutting it.
Immediately after that, he delivers a left-handed attack from the level of the soul with a stabbing motion, shaking off the three forms of eating.
So, after unifying all the levels that my sword touches into three movements, that is the beginning of the thirty-first movement.
The method of raising the level of the immortals of the Celestials to the level of the Ming.
The repair of the limbs is a way to elevate oneself in the hierarchy of energy.
The realm of the mind is a way of freely playing in the realm of the soul.
I am putting the path of repair that I have experienced so far into the sword.
Connect and link all the basic techniques of the single-track swordsmanship through the first, second, and third movements.
The eclipse rises from a lower to a higher level in the manner of the celestial race, and imitates the realms of smoke, energy, determination, spirit, celestial being, and four-axis that arise within it.
Transplantation mimics the realm of the suffocating by striking from a higher level to a lower level and exploding.
Samsik was just a martial art up until now.
After the horizontal, vertical, and stabbing movements of the Il-il-sam-sik, he uses the techniques of the Il-il-sam-sik three times in a row to perform the 22-second Dan-ak (斷岳) to push through the 66-second movement.
And then again, it triggers a link between the 66 supernatural beings.
After activating the linkage in that way, I melted everything into the wonderful art of Il-il-sam-sik, including my magic, sorcery, and puppet circuits.
This was the thirty-first form of the still unfinished Dan-ak Sword Technique.
Tsaaaaaaaaaaaa-
The swords linked infinitely, spitting out a hazy mist.
It was to record my history in the sword and reveal the effects of the universal connections.
Each and every drop of fog is a river that has reached its peak.
The energy is consumed tremendously and the clone flickers as if it is about to disappear.
However, the fog began to rotate in the shape of a triangle.
The energy of heaven and earth is drawn.
Jin Ma-yeol’s eyes wavered.
The Taegeuk symbol rotates.
A hazy mist swirls violently.
Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies!
The aftermath alone tore apart the treasure mountain of the six kins, and the ruins of the six kins were turned to dust and disappeared.
The last of the 31 seconds was to unite the three Taegeuks into one, implementing the blow of Buncheon that would divide heaven and earth.
And the three Taegeuks were united.
The hazy fog was dyed with pure white light.
The next moment.
Kwakwakwakwang!
My body twisted as if it were still alive, and then exploded.
I couldn’t control the force of the explosion and was thrown backwards with it.
But at the last moment, he concentrated the explosive power into Jin Ma-yeol’s right hand.
and.
Quaching-
Finally, the sword in the guy’s hand bounced off.
Cheeeeeee-
My whole body became faint as if it was about to disappear.
Could it be that the ruins of the flesh served as the axis of the illusionary circle?
As the bastard’s body turned to dust, the illusionary circle trembled and collapsed.
The other-worldly scenery that had overlapped this space just a moment ago disappeared, and the thin energy returned to its original state.
But the clash just now was clearly to my detriment.
If I had focused the explosion more on Jin Ma-yeol’s body, I could have just crushed his upper body, but at the last moment, I saw the look in his eyes and intentionally took some of the explosive power with my body.
Cheeeeeee-
By drawing on the energy of heaven and earth, the guy regenerated the wounds all over his body.
On the contrary, my body was faint, unable to overcome the aftereffects of the explosion.
Since the Heaven and Earth Spirit was returning, it would recover slowly, but if it continued like this, he would lose to Jin Ma-yeol.
However, Jin Ma-yeol did not immediately jump at this good opportunity, but instead bit his lips and looked at me.
“… What was that just now?”
“I haven’t decided on a name yet.”
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“I’m not asking for your name…! How, how did you combine the capital city and martial arts…!”
His two eyes were trembling like aspen trees.
“How did you do it! Tell me!”
Kookookookookook!
When he shouted, I felt the entire sea shaking, beyond the treasure trove of the flesh.
I laughed while looking at Jin Ma-yeol.
“You can do it too.”
“What the heck is that….”
“What do you have in your hand?”
“what?”
“What have you been swinging until now?”
Jin Ma-yeol was dumbfounded by my rebuke and trembled.
I asked, raising my exhausted body.
“What is the name of what you are unfolding?”
“… The second level of the Tubo… .”
“I asked what the name of the thing you are unfolding is!!!!!”
It was clear that Jin Ma-yeol had the upper hand in energy.
He also had the advantage in physical strength.
If I collide with him now, he will probably destroy my body in an instant and take all the treasures here.
However, Jin Ma-yeol avoided my gaze and looked down, as if he wanted to hide in a hole at my reprimand.
“…I do not know.”
“Take up your sword.”
He stared at the sword that had been thrown out of his hand for a moment, then bit his lips and unfurled the dagger that had transformed his hand.
“I ask again. What do you have in your hand?”
“… .”
He bowed his head.
The idea of shame emerges in his mind.
* * *
The two nobles are eager for battle.
Therefore, they grow and level up through battle faster than anyone else, becoming better fighters than any other race.
A race that collides with other races, copies their constitution, and fights until they die, falling into endless joy and frenzy.
That is the tribe of fighting ghosts.
Jinma Island was also born as a member of the Tou nobility and has lived that way ever since.
He entered the Tubo world through the Tumu, a traditional ritual of the Tugui tribe, and gained inspiration from fighting against the ‘Neunggwang Shinma’ of the Conqueror King’s forces who appeared in the Goryeo world several hundred years ago, and entered the Tubo other world.
As the level of Tubo was something that only the most talented of the royal family of the two nobles could reach, Jin Ma-yeol’s confidence reached its peak.
Now he is superior to any other nobleman!
If I lived long enough, I was confident that I would be able to go beyond the three worlds of Tubo and reach the four worlds of Tubo, which the founder of Tubo had reached.
It seemed like the world was in his grasp.
It seemed as if the extreme of the fight was already dazzling before my eyes.
His life was one that never stopped.
Although minor obstacles stood in his way, he believed that he would be able to overcome them again, as he had always done so far.
but.
“…I do not know.”
Jin Ma-yeol lowered his eyes in front of a human inspector he had looked down on.
My whole body was shaking.
The beautiful sword dance I had just seen was still flashing before my eyes.
They say that if your level is too low, you won’t be able to recognize the work of someone of higher level.
However, Jin Ma-yeol’s realm was in the Tubo realm.
In any case, he had that level of insight, and it wasn’t a low level, so Jin Ma-yeol was able to perceive some of the enlightenment contained in the sword dance just now.
It was immature.
There seemed to be many things that needed to be improved, and I could see that the man in front of me was not controlling his sword.
The fact that the sword exploded because the sword was not controlled was something that even a passing carp would laugh at.
However, Jin Ma-yeol couldn’t laugh.
Because the moment he saw that sword, he realized that the martial arts he had learned were even more trash.
His swordsmanship, which began with three movements, was orphaned.
It was the tumult of countless crowds,
It was a misery that clumsily integrated the mind of heaven and earth.
At the same time, it was the immaturity of a rookie inspector and a piece of trash.
But the turmoil within the sword constantly debates the direction in which the sword should move.
Misery continues to evolve the sword.
Immaturity is the refinement of a trashy sword through patience.
A sword of infinite possibilities.
That was the sword unleashed by the man in front of me.
And when the man who had shown such beautiful possibilities asked Jin Ma-yeol a question he had never thought about before.
Jin Ma-yeol felt an indescribable sense of shame.
It’s shameful.
Why on earth is that?
The Tougui tribe only taught martial arts, and did not give them names.
For them, prostitution was just one way to enjoy mating in a different way.
Since everyone else was like that, Jin Ma-yeol also followed their opinions and didn’t worry about the name of the fight.
Because it was natural.
But what was in front of him now was a sword that reached a realm that could never be reached by mere assumption.
To discuss the obvious with that sword in front of him was to turn Jin Ma-yeol into trash himself.
‘Am I trash…?’
Jin Ma-yeol, the governor of the Tougi tribe who had always been full of confidence, fell into despair for the first time in his life and trembled all over.
He looked so small in front of that sword.
I wanted to cry.
It was always fun to hold a sword, but not like now.
I wanted to hide anywhere.
But I can’t hide.
“I ask again. What do you have in your hand?”
He is asking!
I have to answer that question.
Because if I didn’t answer, I knew I would remain trash forever.
A moment that felt like an eternity passed.
Jin Ma-yeol chose his words for a long time, and chose again.
And finally, feeling as if he was going to vomit in shame, he said the ‘name’ of the thing in his hand.
“…lust.”
That’s right.
What he swung at was, no.
In fact, all the martial arts currently wielded by the 99.9% of the nobles were of that type.
“No… instinct. Yes, this is instinct.”
At Jin Ma-yeol’s answer, the man in front of him nodded.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“… .”
Although he had expected it, Jin Ma-yeol felt nauseous when he heard the direct answer that it was correct.
It seemed as if the history of the martial arts he had practiced, no, the entire history of the Toujou clan, was being completely denied.
I have always believed that their fighting skills are superior.
But it wasn’t.
Their fighting was nothing more than the instinct of a nobleman.
He looked at his sword with a dumbfounded expression and asked.
“… Then, is fighting wrong?”
And he answered.
“Maybe so.”
“then…!”
“Maybe not.”
Jin Ma-yeol’s pupils dilated at his words.
“Now that you know what you have been wielding, think about how you will wield it from now on.”
“…!”
Is it because, at a higher level, he can clearly read Jin Ma-yeol’s mind?
Or maybe his sword was so bad that it was obvious how to advise him.
Jin Ma-yeol gritted his teeth at his advice.
And he lifted up his sword.
“…I’ll swing it once.”
He nodded.
The next moment, the two drones clashed.
Jinma-yeol, who had the energy of a combined machine, and Simjok, who had the energy of a fourth-level Tubo, clashed.
But there was no binge drinking.
There was no shock wave.
It was just that Jin Ma-yeol’s sword was cleanly cut.
No, it wasn’t just that his sword was cut.
His upper body, his entire area, was cut out.
Just a moment ago, when they fought with swords, the two of them had been in a similar position.
The two of them seemed to have similar realms.
At least that’s what Jin Ma-yeol thought.
Crunch!
Jin Ma-yeol, who had been sitting on the mountain of Gosok, collapsed in defeat.
It was a bitter defeat.
However, there was a comfortable smile on his face that he had never seen before during ‘coitus’.
“…thank you.”
I lost.
The palace of Yeomjeong, which was originally the goal, the treasures of the Six-Rin Treasure Warehouse, and the one-of-a-kind divine sword, the Gaeryuk Sword, will all fall into the possession of Seo Eun-Hyeon.
But it didn’t matter anyway.
The next stage came into view.
The third level of Tubo, which no one from the Tugu clan had been able to ascend for tens of thousands of years, seemed within reach.
I was satisfied with that.
‘The next… realm… is right before our eyes… .’
Vision is blurred.
Consciousness is scattered.
My body got cold.
It was a little different from the ending Jin Ma-yeol had hoped for, but he smiled.
He had used up all his resurrections and was unable to obtain the perfect Jahonmancheondo, so his goal of immortality was lost, but it was still good.
The soul of the fight.
Because Seo Eun-Hyeon knew the joy of being called a martial artist.
Yes, he is the governor of the Touma tribe and the captain of the Touma Pirates.
Jin Ma-yeol is dead.
* * *
He was an unpleasant guy from the moment I first met him.
Originally, when it was spread out for 31 seconds, it was intended to completely crush the guy and kill him with explosive power.
But at the last moment, his gaze changed from that of a beast to that of a warrior.
So, as a fellow drone, I took the strength and gave the guy a chance.
And, Jin Ma-yeol died as an unmanned being, even though he attacked like an animal.
I looked at Jin Ma-yeol’s body for a moment, then swung my sword.
Kookookookookook!
The mountain of stones and treasures that had been above him came crashing down.
Buried in golden treasures, the unmanned Jin Ma-yeol completely disappeared from the world.