Absolute Regression Chapter 489

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Myeongsin was swinging his dagger while in a state of trance.

Sparks flew from the dagger that clashed with the King of Sal.

A fight between the number one and number two on the list.

It was a fight where a single moment of mistake could lead to death.

The clashing daggers were so fast that they were almost invisible to the eye.

I’ve had light fights with King Salamanders before, but this was my first time in a life-or-death battle.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The daggers stabbed each other quickly.

The technique was as fast as the attack, and he moved his upper body with extreme concentration to avoid the flying dagger.

The swords clashed with each other, making a clear sound, and there was also a sound of metal scraping against metal.

‘Strong!’

Before his head or instincts, Myeongsin’s hands felt it. He still had some room to spare in the heavy attack of the King of Sal. On the other hand, he was pouring everything into it.

The reason they were able to fight on equal terms despite the difference in skill was because of their momentum.

Myeongsin had a life-or-death determination. The resolve to die made up for the difference in skill.

In an instant, a hundred or so moments passed.

Chae-Ang!

There was a loud crash and the two men stepped back.

The place they were standing was the roof of the building across from the tavern.

Myeongsin’s breathing was heavy, but Salwang was calm. The difference in skill between the two was just this much.

‘That’s okay.’

Because he was prepared to die, Myeongsin was not afraid.

Whenever I go out to kill, I always think about the moment when the killing attempt fails and I die.

Then, this scene naturally comes to mind.

The sight of the drones rummaging through their own corpses to see where the water came from.

Since no one will bury the bodies of the murderers, they will just throw them out in the fields. Then the wolves will come and devour them.

Myeongsin thought this was the last of the assassins.

But you die fighting the King of Sal?

‘This is a pretty decent death.’

At that time, Salwang was looking at the tavern across the street. Through the window, he could see a fight going on inside.

“The little cult leader won’t be able to get out of there alive.”

Myeongsin said calmly.

“The young sect leader will come back to life.”

Even though the minister he had always respected was being treated contemptuously, King Sal didn’t care.

“Then that means all the devices you created are useless.”

Myeongsin knew that was why he was dragged out.

“I appreciate you trusting me.”

Even though I knew that, there were three reasons why I came out like this. First of all.

“It won’t work. Against that cult leader.”

I had faith in the sword dance.

The conclusion was drawn by combining the sword dance as seen in the data and the sword dance as seen in person.

Although I only met him for a few days, he had a greater impact on me than any other person I had ever met.

The report on him was so good that I felt like I had to rewrite it myself. Of course, that won’t happen anymore.

Another reason is that if you stay in the tavern, the king will stay too.

Then it would be an equally difficult fight. He would rather wait for the Sword Dance to come out and take care of them while he wasted time with the King of Sal. If you don’t trust the Sword Dance, then it’s a choice you can’t make.

And the last reason was that he wanted to kill the King himself.

Even though he knew it would not be an easy task, he had a strong desire to complete this debt with his own hands.

It was just then.

Shhh!

Myeongsin dodged the dark sword that flew from behind. It was not a dark sword intended to kill him, but a dark sword intended to make him look this way.

Suddenly, a man was standing on the roof of the building next door. He was Hyul-ra, who had previously mocked Myeong-sin and had his tongue cut out by King Sal.

Hyul-ra asked Sal-wang with his expression and eyes to entrust that famous person to him.

The hatred in his eyes was evident as he thought that it was Myeongsin’s fault that his tongue was cut off.

King Sal looked at Myeongsin and Hyulra alternately, then nodded his head in approval.

Given his personality, he would have originally provoked Myeongsin with all sorts of ridicule, but now he couldn’t say a word.

Hyul-ra swung his sword and rushed at Myeong-sin.

Myeongsin also did not dodge and faced him, swinging his dagger.

The assassins are those who prepare and plan to kill their opponents. So when the opponents are at their most careless, they should just stab them without any effort. That is why there are things that they should not do.

You must not use the killing technique.

You must not use martial arts to kill people.

Because having to use them meant that you were not prepared to commit murder.

The only time you use your magic and martial arts is when you fail to kill someone.

That’s why, now that they are fighting openly, it’s not like they’re fighting as assassins, but rather like they’re fighting as unmanned units.

It was truly a battle of basics. It was a battle of martial arts, secret techniques, and light techniques.

Shhh!

The flying sword passed over Myeongsin’s face.

Even though he felt the cold chill as the blade brushed past his face, Myeongsin charged forward, stabbing him with the dagger.

Hyul-ra twisted his body to avoid the dagger and also twisted his sword.

The sword that was passing by his face changed direction and tried to cut his face, but Myeongsin had already lowered his body and was stabbing Hyulra in the stomach.

Chaeng chaeng chaeng!

Blood Ra’s sword changed direction again and blocked the attack.

As expected of a killer representing the list, their fight was great.

His movements were like the wind, and his attacks were as brave as those of a beast.

The short, crackling sound continued.

But gradually the sword began to give way to the dagger.

Since I’ve been doing better lately, I was confident I could beat Myeongshin.

Unfortunately for him, this fight was not a fight as a killer, but as a fighter, and he was outclassed in the fundamentals.

‘Damn it! I will never lose to you!’

But as the blood flowed further and further, my hands and feet began to feel dizzy.

Phew!

Blood spurted from Hyulra’s shoulder.

Hyulra thought he was the true second-in-command.

There was a skill gap between the two that was greater than a cut tongue.

Although Hyul-ra tried to use a secret move, Myeong-sin did not miss the momentary weakness that occurred when using a grand move.

Pok! Pok! Pok!

Myeongsin’s dagger quickly stabbed Hyulra’s chest one after another.

“Kreek.”

Hyul-ra suddenly vomited blood.

His gaze turned to Salwang. There was a look of resentment in his eyes as if he was asking why he wasn’t helping him, but Salwang couldn’t help him even if he wanted to.

Since the fight with Myeongsin, he had sensed Hui’s presence. The moment he revealed his weakness, Hui would not miss and would launch a fatal attack.

Escort of the Demon Lord.

I wanted to kill Myeongsin earlier, but I couldn’t because of Hui.

If I try to kill rashly, I will die too.

Because the opponent was definitely someone with the skills to turn this instinctive sense of crisis into reality.

That was when.

Papapapapapak!

There were holes all over the wall of the tavern across the street. You could tell that a ghost bomb had exploded.

A thick smell of blood wafted from the hole. It was clear that a fierce fight was going on inside.

Myeongsin took a deep breath in front of Hyulra’s body. He also knew. Why didn’t King Sal interfere in the fight with Hyulra? He felt that Hwi was protecting him.

That’s why I couldn’t help but think of the sword dance at that moment.

‘You really are!’

It wasn’t just words saying let’s be friends, and it wasn’t just words saying I’ll save you.

The king looked at the tavern in silence and then suddenly spoke.

“Your revenge should not be on me, but on the person who placed the order.”

“yes.”

Myeongsin admitted it obediently.

“But why?”

Myeongsin could tell what was missing from King Salwang’s words.

Why did you betray me?

Myeongsin knew that King Salwang sincerely had such doubts.

That’s why I wasn’t angry. Because that person was Salwang.

He saved my life and raised me to be a good person, so why wouldn’t he be grateful and instead betray me?

Because he was a person who had such questions. He did not understand the complex and wide range of emotions of human beings.

“Then why did you kill your father?”

Life energy radiated from the king’s transparent eyes.

But Myeongsin didn’t care at all. On the contrary, it was good. In a fight between masters, the angrier the opponent, the more advantageous it was.

“Does that make you feel bad? Just as I don’t think you betrayed your father, neither do I.”

The king stared at himself without saying a word.

Myeongsin began to think that perhaps the reason he had been captivated by the King of Death was because of those clear eyes.

It feels more pure than evil.

I had been perceiving him that way without even realizing it. Sometimes, the image given by appearance takes precedence over everything else.

The king of death walked slowly towards him.

I could read in his eyes the determination to kill myself.

Myeongsin also walked forward, shaking off the blood of Hyulra that was on his dagger.

If he really wanted to waste time, he could have tried to drag things out by leading them into this or that conversation, but he didn’t do that. This revenge wasn’t Geommu-geuk’s, it was his own.

‘I’m going to fight with all my might.’

The two faced off again.

Champ champ champ champ champ!

The expected and unexpected trajectories were mixed up.

Attacks continued that had to be blocked with skill and instinct.

Although he was pushed back by his inner strength and his arm felt like it was going to fall off, Myeongsin gritted his teeth and fought.

If there is fear of the number one, there is also fear of the number two, but this clear difference in skill was not something that could be overcome with willpower.

grasp!

Blood spurted from Myeongsin’s arm.

Shhhh!

Just as the subsequent attack was about to stab Myeongsin’s heart.

Chae-Ang!

A single sword struck down the King of Sal’s dagger.

The one who struck him with his dagger was Hwi, who had emerged from hiding.

The moment when King Sal was about to stab Myeongsin was the opportunity to attack him directly.

But since it was certain that Myeongsin would die if that happened, they chose to protect him.

Myeongsin quickly pressed the acupoint on the wound and said, stopping the bleeding.

“I didn’t want to be in your debt. Thank you.”

But Hui didn’t answer at all. He only protected Myeongsin because it was the order of the Sogyoju, and he had no personal feelings toward this murderer.

Myeongsin got up again and tried to fight.

Then a voice was heard from behind.

“Why did you prepare so much? I almost died!”

The swordsman was walking out of the tavern.

The king couldn’t help but be surprised.

I didn’t expect that he would clean up the tavern and come out so quickly. And Geommugeuk was in perfect condition, without even a scratch.

In fact, Myeongsin was also surprised. Trying to hide his surprise, Myeongsin asked.

“What do you think of the prepared items? Most of them are things I made.”

“If I had known you made it, I wouldn’t have asked Uncle Whee to save you.”

Myeongsin could feel that he was not being scolded, but was being praised for the excellence of the memorization he had created.

How many people in this world of martial arts can joke around in this situation with such composure? If he had escaped from that death tavern, he would have at least made a joke to show his pride. Instead, he was praising the other person. He was showing what true self-esteem was.

‘I lost.’

I felt respect for Geommu-geuk. Respect for a young man with a bright future? But I was not ashamed at all. He was also the one who saved my life.

“Are you hurt badly?”

At Geommugeuk’s question, Myeongsin could tell that it was now time to hand over this fight to them.

He did not threaten that he would fight to the end.

It was too bad, but he knew that it was impossible to kill King Sal with his own skills. His needless stubbornness would only cause trouble to Hwi and Geommu-geuk. King Sal was much stronger than he had thought.

Myeongsin jumped down.

“It was hard fighting with a body that was used to hammering and pounding. I’ll rest for a moment, so you take the fight.”

Then, Geommugeuk flew up and landed on the spot where Myeongsin was standing.

“Thank you, sir.”

It was a gesture of gratitude towards Hui, who had successfully completed the request to protect Myeongsin.

As Geommugeuk stood behind him, Hui’s expression changed. When Geommugeuk became the target he had to protect, he became a completely different person.

Because these were the escort drones who changed completely depending on who was standing behind them.

Looking at Hwi’s back, Geommugeuk felt it.

I hope that Hwi will fight the King of Sal.

This fight was truly an inevitable result of two opposing destinies.

‘What if Uncle Whee has to fight?’

There is something he can do to help him: being as good at swordsmanship as he can be.

Geommugeuk asked the shaman standing under the roof.

“Do you know why your leader joined hands with them?”

“I don’t know. Do you know?”

“They would have offered you. They would have made you the king of all the murderers in the world. They would have made you the ruler of the night.”

I thought that maybe Myeongsin was like that. He was really a murderer. Maybe that was the only condition that worked.

“It may sound plausible, but doesn’t that mean you’re going to use it as a swordsman?”

As he watched the transparent eyes tremble, Geommu-geuk began to seriously stimulate Sal-wang.

“Where is the ruler who takes orders from someone? The ruler of the night who bows to the ruler of the day? How foolish. What a ruler! He is nothing more than a tool.”

Geommugeuk continued to spur Salwang with provocative words. He wanted to shake his mind before the fight.

“He only knew how to imitate other people’s lives, but he didn’t know what kind of life he should live… … .”

It was just then.

Kaaaaang!

Two sword lines appeared and disappeared simultaneously.

One sword line was trying to cut Geommu-geuk’s body in half, while the other sword line was blocking the incoming attack.

The King of Sal’s attack was blocked by Hwi. It was not an attack intended to kill Geommugeuk, but a warning attack telling him to shut up!

Of course, if I keep my mouth shut, it won’t be a sword dance.

Geommugeuk continued to provoke Salwang with a relaxed expression, as if he thought that any attack would be blocked by Hwiga. This time, he provoked him using Myeongsin.

“Do you know why that person wants to break your principles?”

This is something that even Myeongsin was curious about.

“Why?”

“Because I’m jealous. He, the number one, has no principles and only commits murder, while you, the number two, have principles… … .”

Kwakwakwakwakwang!

A lightning bolt of death erupted from the King of Death’s sleeve. It was much more powerful than the lightning bolts of the assassins he had previously faced in the tavern.

But an even more amazing sight unfolded.

Hui’s sword spun like a pinwheel and struck down all the dark energy that flew in.

Myeongsin was shocked when he saw that sight. It was unimaginable that he could strike down the dark spirit of Salhonrye at that distance.

‘The Demon Lord’s escort is much stronger than I thought.’

Hwi and Salwang stared at each other.

There was no need for any other reason for this fight, since they were the ones who hated each other the most.

A fight between two opposing forces representing the martial arts world.

Hwi, who was always reserved, said what he had to say today.

“The assassins ignore the guards. They think they only know how to protect themselves. That’s why I’m going to tell the author today.”

Escorts and assassins are ultimately two sides of the same coin.

“How well a person who knows how to protect can kill if he sets his mind to it.”

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