Absolute Regression Chapter 474

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Again, the reaction was split in half.

The far greater number was the reaction to the madman. They laughed at the absolute relief that the number ninety-nine gave them.

Some were nervous.

One concern that came to their minds.

What if he’s not crazy?

The moment this assumption becomes true, those words about keeping quiet now are like the messenger of death opening the list of names.

Some of those who were worried included Yeomje. He stared at the swordsmanship as if he was going to pierce through it, trying to figure out his hidden skills, but he couldn’t come to any conclusions.

Even though he was young, he was too young, and no matter how I looked at him, he didn’t seem to be that skilled. But in this situation, he said this.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all the good and bad feelings, so I’ll take care of them. Which mouth should I take care of first? To me, they all seem like mouths that could be eliminated.”

The gods all frowned. There were more than a few who wanted to run out and kill this insolent bastard.

It was really the first time for the salt merchants. No master in the world would say such crazy things in front of them. When they were all gathered together, even the Martial Arts Alliance wouldn’t be able to invade recklessly.

‘Is that what you were aiming for? Are you trying to act like an expert by saying such crazy things?’

It must have been so bad that I even had this thought. The more I saw him, the more confused he was.

‘Yes, first of all, we have to look at skills.’

This way first before he attacks.

The salt merchant said with a leisurely smile.

“It won’t be easy to keep your mouth shut, since you have a tough life.”

At the Emperor’s nod, nine people from the ninety to the ninety-eighth came forward. It wouldn’t be too late to accurately assess the opponent’s abilities and then decide what to do next.

They surrounded the sword dance.

The swordsman looked around at them and then said.

“Are you the youngest?”

Although he asked as if he was guessing, Geommugeuk accurately judged their skills. Judging from their momentum, they were inferior to the others.

Among these many people, Geommugeuk could accurately recognize their skills just by looking at them for a moment. And that wasn’t all.

“I don’t think we’ve ever fought together before.”

He saw it exactly as well. They had no chance to fight together. Most of them just rushed in for revenge and carried out a one-sided massacre. And even that was rare in recent times.

‘Want to see what I’m capable of?’

Of course, it is not a sword dance that follows the opponent’s intentions.

I thought that the swordsman was slowly walking towards the opponent standing in front of him with his sword hanging down.

Wheezing.

In an instant, he turned to the right and rushed forward. The movement was so quick and sudden that the one on the right had his throat cut before he could swing his sword.

Phew!

With blood spraying everywhere, the new form of the sword dance rushed towards another immortal. The opponent instinctively swung his sword as well.

Two swords swept through the air. Since he had thoroughly hidden his skills, the sword of the sword dance was just half a step ahead of him.

Phew!

That’s why when the second immortal was killed, sighs erupted here and there. It was because it was regrettable that if it had been just a little bit faster, the immortal could have won.

The sword that had stabbed the second opponent’s heart spun around greatly this time and flew towards the one who was rushing at him from the opposite direction.

Pfft!

The blood on the sword of the sword dance flew through the air and entered the eyes of the immortal. He closed his eyes momentarily, whether intentionally or by accident. He could never open those eyes. This time, sighs erupted from all directions. Why did blood enter the eyes of all places?

As I cut down the third man, a surprise attack came from behind.

Those who launched the surprise attack were almost certain of success, but the attack narrowly missed.

It was such a shame that the thought of ‘one more time’ came to mind, but he didn’t get a second chance.

The blood he spurted out sprayed in all directions again, obscuring the vision of the remaining gods.

You wouldn’t be intentionally spraying blood like this to obscure my view, would you? That wouldn’t be possible, right?

Those who were watching had this thought. That much blood was spraying like a fountain. The fight of the sword dance was not noble. It was rough and fierce. It was a fight that reeked of blood.

Of course, there was a reason why Geommu-geuk was fighting like this.

The fight was close. If only it had been a little faster. If only it had attacked from a little different angle.

The remaining gods fell one after another, leaving behind such regrets. The sighs of regret continued, and when the ninth sigh ended, they all fell down as corpses.

The smell of their blood filled the room.

The silence flowing through the room was naturally heavier than when the ninety-nine-year-old died earlier. I had no idea that nine masters would die like this without even giving their opponents a single scratch.

That doesn’t mean I thought my opponent was that great.

Rather, most of those watching felt, ‘He really is a lucky guy!’ In their eyes, it was a fight that was truly regrettable.

Besides, the swordsmanship in Geommu-geuk was too ordinary.

‘Defense should be like this, and offense should be like that.’

It was the perfect fight to show to beginners learning martial arts for the first time. It was the kind of fight that could be drawn as a textbook.

Of course, this fight looked different to the eyes of the Emperor.

‘It looked like they were fighting instinctively.’

The nine men never managed to work together properly even once.

If two or three of them had attacked at the same time, it would have been easier to win the fight. They would have tried to attack together, but their opponents’ movements did not allow for that, and as a result, they were defeated individually.

‘What if this fight was intentional? What if this close, lucky fight was a thoroughly calculated fight?’

The Emperor knows how difficult it is to kill them with basic skills. It is much more difficult to kill them with flashy techniques.

‘This guy has a hidden trick.’

After Geommu-geuk wiped the blood off his sword, he looked at the salt demon and said.

“Okay, I’ve given you a lip service, so now you’ll pay me back?”

The salt merchant did not answer.

‘Where on earth did they get this guy and send him here?’

Geommu-geuk saw the unconcealable greed on the face of the salt emperor.

The Sword Master had already known through prior investigation that the Emperor was this type of person. He was someone who valued money more than his subordinates.

He would rather give up his life than give up all the money he earned.

That is why you must never rush to open the Emperor’s safe.

You can wipe them all out at once, but you have to gradually build up the mood by watching them bleed like this, and gradually break his heart. The main goal today was not to kill them, but to recover the money.

“You’re already arrogant after killing a few kids who were just running errands.”

Of course, they weren’t like that, but the Emperor tried to suppress his inexplicable anxiety while maintaining his momentum.

‘Who should I send?’

Just when I was contemplating whether I should just send out the Ten Suns and nip them in the bud,

The sword dance performed an unexpected action.

“Let’s just pass by for a moment.”

Geommugeuk suddenly started walking towards the immortals standing on the right.

The gods on that side drew their swords and retreated at the sudden action. They spread out to the left and right, naturally creating a path.

Although the fierce spirits on the left and right were glaring at him, Geommugeuk passed through them without showing any fear at all.

I saw a weakness in his natural gait. I debated whether to attack him or not, but the weakness was so obvious that I didn’t dare attack him.

But there was a god who couldn’t hold back. This was an attack that calculated to raise the ranking ten levels in one go.

Shh.

It was a surprise attack that was clearly well-planned by anyone.

Phew.

Geommugeuk twisted his body to dodge and stabbed with his sword.

This time too, I was lucky enough to dodge the attack and barely managed to counterattack.

Even at that moment, several of the gods flinched. They were tormented by the desire to attack when the opportunity arose, but the one who had just died was the 45th. Among those here, those with medium or higher strength had failed to make a surprise attack.

It was precarious even when the 98th parallel attacked, and it was precarious even when the 45th parallel attacked.

Then, we need to draw wise conclusions from these results, but the current situation does not give us the luxury of doing so.

“Is this painting genuine?”

He walked towards the painting on the back wall, holding a sword dripping with blood.

The salt merchant asked with a puzzled look.

“Why do you ask that?”

“If the ark is short on money, he will take this too.”

The Emperor’s expression hardened. The opponent was blatantly ignoring him. He clearly had some prestige to maintain in front of his subordinates.

But still, the strange sense of unease that this young opponent gave me was greater.

“Do I look like someone who would hang fake things in a place where people come and go?”

In this situation, where the smell of blood from his subordinates was thick, how could he have such pride? Geommu-geuk felt a strange sense of incongruity.

But the only one who felt that it was foreign was Geommugeuk.

On the contrary, his subordinates did not feel uncomfortable at all with those words. All of them thought that their own reputation and money were more important than their colleagues.

The swordsman began to remove the picture frames from the wall.

Are you really taking the painting? At that moment, the Emperor’s expression hardened.

Shhhh!

The nearby god took advantage of the opportunity and launched a surprise attack. It was at the very moment when he was about to take the painting off. Furthermore, when Geommu-geuk held the painting in his right hand, he couldn’t hold back. Of course, in the end, he had to hold back.

Phew!

The sword missed by a hair’s breadth, and the left fist of the swordsman who had turned around struck his jaw.

If it was the 39th parallel, he could have withstood one punch, but he fell to his death. It wasn’t even a martial art that looked that great.

The Emperor’s gaze was not on the dead subordinate, but on the painting. He was lost in one doubt.

‘Why are you taking the painting now? If you really need it, you can take it later.’

The swordsman took the frame and placed it on the table where the slips were piled. It seemed as if everything there was his.

“What are you doing now?”

Geommugeuk answered the Emperor’s question calmly.

“There aren’t many ways to cope with the life you’re living. So don’t blame me.”

The gods stood there looking at the sword dance with expressions like they were wondering what kind of nonsense it was.

An ominous thought suddenly occurred to the Emperor.

‘No way? No way?’

It was just then.

Shhhhhhhhhh!

The salt merchant saw a single line.

Not only that, we all saw it. A single line was drawn straight and cool and then disappeared.

The line was on the right side of the swordsmanship. That’s where the swordsmanship came from and took the painting.

The line passed the immortals who had been standing in front of it. The immortals who had been standing in the first line, the second line, and the third line all passed.

Then they saw Geommugeuk extending his sword towards them.

Only when I saw the sight could I understand.

That the line they had seen just a moment ago was the sword line created by the sword of the Geommu Theater.

‘Can black energy fly like this in a single line?’

It didn’t fly away like a brilliant light, nor did it leave an afterimage.

A single line drawn as if with a ruler.

This is the first time I have ever seen such a clean sword.

There was silence there.

Crunch.

The moment the Black Magic Sword of the Sword Dance was put into its scabbard.

Slurp.

The bodies of the gods standing on the right began to shift out of alignment.

The gods whose bodies were cut in half collapsed on the spot, spewing blood all at once.

“Eww!”

One of the gods who was watching the scene from the front let out a scream. No matter how courageous they were, the sight of twenty or so people’s bodies being cut off in a single stroke was both shocking and terrifying.

And I could see why he had brought the picture from behind. The sword that had cut the freshmen had left a long line on the back wall.

The salt demon opened his eyes wide.

I’ve jumped into the world of martial arts and overcome many hardships, but have I ever been this surprised?

I knew my opponent had a hidden move, but I didn’t know he could kill over twenty of his men with one move.

The other gods were the same. Now there was no one there to laugh.

The smell of hot blood wafted through the hall.

“You’ve used up so much internal energy that you won’t have any left!”

This is something that would never have come out if one had looked into the danjeon of the Geommu Theater, but at the shout of the Emperor of Flame, the immortals all drew their swords at once.

Although they all showed their will to live, Geommu-geuk was not afraid at all.

“I told you not to draw your sword, but to pay the money.”

Even in this situation where over thirty of his subordinates had died, the Emperor of Yan did not say anything about giving them money. Even with their lives, he could not touch even a single hair of the three million nyang.

“I think I need to open my mouth more.”

This time, Geommugeuk looked to the opposite side, to the left, and spoke softly to the gods standing there.

“Fortunately, there are no paintings on this wall.”

Absolute Return Episode 475