Absolute Regression Chapter 594

Episode 594: I’ve never raised a child before

Everyone, please exit through the door we open.

The King of Kwon and his men could tell. The gate that Kwon Ma had spoken of was the gate to hell.
King of Kwon Kang-hoo did not get angry. Instead, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

“I would gladly go through any door you open.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the King’s subordinates standing in all directions leapt forward and gathered.
Their spirits, trained as murder weapons, were truly murderous, and there were about thirty of them.

Kwon Ma, who had been quietly staring at the ominous atmosphere, looked at Ian. Kwon Ma’s eyes were saying this.

Would you like to give it a try?

Ian didn’t just say yes.
Her eyes turned to her enemies. And she asked herself.

‘Are you ready to jump into that life now?’

At a critical moment in life, or a moment of crisis,
you should not leave your decision to impulsive emotions. There were others who could answer that question.

The first to respond was the Daesung Bicheon Sword Technique.

-Have you forgotten what martial arts you learned?

The next thing that responded was the Sun and Moon Sword in his hand.

Woof.

The Sun and Moon Sword cried softly in her hands. Since receiving the sword, through constant communication, the Sun and Moon Sword had now acknowledged her as its true master.

The final answer was her effort.

―Even if everything in the world betrays you, effort never betrays you.

The days of training while cutting back on sleep passed by.

Finally, Ian answered his father’s question.

“I will try.”

It was not an emotional or impulsive answer, but an answer from my past life.

Kwon-ma nodded silently at Ian’s careful answer.

Ilhwageomjon had anticipated this fight.
Would Ian be able to win?
The answer was not immediately given. If he saw this fight as a close one, Kwonma would be the same.

That’s why I knew. At this moment, it wasn’t Ian who was shaking and fearing more, but Kwon Ma. How many emotions were swirling inside that blunt and scary face?

‘So win, Ian. For your father’s sake.’

So enjoy the moment when the unmanned becomes truly strong. Rather than beating a hundred people weaker than you, the moment when you beat an opponent you can’t beat!

Ian walked forward with his back straight.
The tense atmosphere seemed to explode. It was a fight with a beauty worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in the world, but they had no time to enjoy this extraordinary experience.
The prayers that Ian was giving off were extraordinary, so they raised their momentum even more.

Chaang.

Ian drew his sword coolly. This was his first time facing those who used martial arts, and in large numbers at that.

The moment the straightened Sun and Moon Sword sparkled in the sunlight!
She rushed toward the enemies. When fighting multiple enemies, it was a natural tactic to fight without being surrounded. However, Ian attacked their weakness and flew into their center.

Shhhhh.

The moment she landed on the ground, blood spurted from the tip of her sword, which had spun around. Everyone moved so quickly that it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.
Faster than the fists flying from all directions, Ian flew towards the enemy in front of him, swinging his sword.

Shhh!

As the opponent twisted his body and threw a punch, her body also rotated in the opposite direction. The target changed in an instant.

Phew!

Ian stabbed the enemy who was rushing from behind and pushed him forward. Even as he died, the man clutched his sword in his armored hand.

Choaaaah!

Ian’s sword cut sideways through his torso, decapitating the enemy who was charging at him from the side.

Crunch!

The sharpness of the Sun and Moon Sword was enough to cut through not only human bones but also the armor he was wearing.

As Ian stirred up the enemy camp, he had both advantages and disadvantages.
The disadvantage was that he had to deal with enemies coming from all sides, and the advantage was that his opponents could not freely unleash their strength.

What if thirty or so people simultaneously unleashed their energies and attacked you?
Not only would it be difficult to dodge, but if you were to be hit once, you would be given the opportunity to have all of their energies poured out on you.

That was also the reason why he didn’t fight by pouring out the basic techniques of the Bicheon Sword Technique from the first move. He judged that if this fight became a fight of strength and internal energy, it would be disadvantageous.

But what if you’re in the middle of enemies?

Oh my god!

Her sword blasted with energy. Enemies were hesitant to strike back for fear of attacking their own side, but she was different.

Without seeing the results of her swordsmanship, she slid in the opposite direction. She didn’t check how many people were injured and killed by her swordsmanship.
She didn’t hesitate in any action, as if she was moving according to a set order.

Papapapapak!

Ian’s sword light flashed fiercely through the spurting blood.
The arm that had aimed for her head was cut off, and the fist of another who had come flying in for revenge only split the air. Ian was already rushing toward another enemy.

Paaang! Paaang!

Fists flew from all directions as if they were projectiles.
Her new form dove between the fists. She fought with the determination not to get hit even once. If she got hit properly, it could be over.

One of the enemies rushed forward, trying to dig into her body and knock her down.

Pfft pfft pfft!

She twisted her body as if throwing her opponent backwards, repeatedly stabbing him in the chest.
The attack that had been flying at her from behind struck the corpse.

This time, they rushed in from both sides. They thought that if they could somehow catch him and knock him down, it would be over. It was a ridiculous strategy for a master like Ian, but they were also masters who could radiate power.

She slipped through them, using her magic as if playing tag.
Flesh was cut and blood spurted out with each stroke of her sword.

Ian was really fast and strong. She was fighting so mindlessly that she didn’t realize how well she was fighting right now.

Rather, what bothered her the most was not the fists, but the blood. Blood spurted everywhere. The biggest fear was that the blood splattered on her face would get into her eyes.
It was a worry she had never had before in a fight like this.

As the number of enemies decreased, her fights began to become more difficult. The enemies who had been pushing forward with numbers began to form up properly and fight.

Boom! Kwaaang!

And now the enemies also began to throw punches. The energy from their fists poured down on her. Now she didn’t care if she had her own side behind her.

Boom! Kwaang!

The steel balls they flew collided with each other. They were determined to crush Ian between the steel balls.

Phew!

Her new form, which allowed her to take a single hit, was pushed back with a thud. If the self-defense technique had been delayed even a little, the force would have shattered the five internal organs. Those who survived were the stronger ones. They survived because they were the strong ones.

My internal energy was also gradually decreasing. With this level of internal energy, I was confident that I could deal with anyone. However, my internal energy was not enough to kill all thirty or so subordinates of the King of Fist, who were wearing armor.

Phew!

Ian fought frantically, covered in blood. He rolled on the floor, dodging the flying fists.
Like a savage who grabs a rock and gets up when he falls, he rolled on the floor and cut his ankle.

Paaaaaaa!

He plunged his sword into the chest of his fallen enemy, and when he pulled it out, blood gushed out like a fountain.
She was completely bloodless. There was no nobility in this fight. It was a real fight, filled only with the murderous intent to kill each other.

Neither Kwonma nor Kwonwang got involved in the fight. As Ian grew more and more tired, Ilhwageomjon became more nervous than Kwonma.

Ilhwageomjon looked at Kwonma.

‘That’s amazing.’

He must be worried about Ian several times more than he is. He must be holding back because he wants Ian to win this fight on his own.
He thought that he wouldn’t have been able to watch like this.

‘How can you endure this well when you’ve never raised a child?’

A young man wrapped in red bandages looked at the king. His eyes were asking if he should step forward while his subordinates were all dying, but the king showed no reaction.
The king did not regret the deaths of his subordinates at all. It was as if he was saying, “If they can’t kill even one girl, then they should all die!”

Of the two masters who followed the red bandage, the one holding the sword to his chest frowned.
It was a fight he would never do. Watching his subordinate die? He didn’t understand.

Is fighting a joke? Is life a joke? We should have all come together and fought a melee. That’s how we gained the numerical advantage.

Now, only Ian’s heavy breathing could be heard there.

“Haa, haa, haa.”

Only then did Ian see the inside of the room. The surroundings were a sea of ​​blood, and all the other enemies had fallen as corpses. He couldn’t even remember how he had killed them.

Now there are only four left.
Those four are guaranteed victory.

“You damn bitch. You’ve finally run out of energy.”

They had tired faces. When this fight started, they never imagined that it would be a fight where only the four of them would be left.

“You wouldn’t want help now, would you?”

Ian’s heavy breathing subsided.

“Yeah, I’ve run out of energy.”

A word that is added with meaning.

“Leaving only the internal energy needed to demonstrate just one technique.”

The next moment, the Sun and Moon Sword rose in front of her chest.

Urrrrrrr.

In an instant, the Sun and Moon Sword began to split.
Four sword energy blades shaped like the Sun and Moon Sword.

The seventh form of the Bicheon Sword Technique, Yucheon Style.

Swaaaaaaaaaah!

The black energy shot out like light in four directions and pierced through their hearts.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The joy of winning was short-lived.
The man holding the sword to his chest suddenly launched himself. His target was Ian.

‘This young girl is like this.’

I couldn’t even imagine how difficult the fight against the demons would be. That’s why I’m trying to get rid of this woman in front of me before moving on to the next fight.

Shhhhh.

The sword that had been held in his chest was now in the man’s hand, and it was flying towards Ian’s neck.
Ian had no more internal energy left in his body. And the man’s attack was too fast for him to block without internal energy.

At that very moment.

hook!

There was a brief sound of wind, as if a candle was being blown out.
A single ray of light flashed across the air.

Crunch.

Ian saw that the sword of the man who was about to cut him had stopped in midair.
A red diagonal line began to be drawn across the man’s face, and it continued across his chin and down his body.

Sizzle.

The man’s body began to misalign along the red line.

Slurp.

The man’s body began to flow along the diagonally cut bloodline.
Was it because the cut was too fast or too sharp? There was no blood coming from the cut surface.

When the body, cut in half, fell to the floor, blood began to spurt out.
A person’s back was visible through the spray of blood.

The one who rushed in as fast as light and cut him down was none other than Ilhwageomjon.
At the tip of the Ilhwageom in her hand.

Exactly.

Only a single drop of blood flowed down.
Her sword felt as if it were alive. The aura flowing along the blade felt like the sword’s cold breath.

As she reached out her hand, the Sun and Moon Sword, which had been stuck in the wall far away, flew towards her through the air.
Ilhwa Sword Master accepted the sword and handed it to Ian.

“It was a great fight.”

Ilhwageomjon could tell. This fight was an opportunity for Ian to grow again. Even if he spent his entire life wandering the Central Plains looking for villains, he would not easily find an opportunity to fight like this.

Ian, who was covered in blood from head to toe, politely accepted the sword. His eyes turned red for no reason at the words of the sword master that it was a great fight. After such a good fight, I shouldn’t cry! There are still enemies left!

“I will never forget the grace that saved my life. Thank you.”

I should have never looked back.
The moment my eyes met with Kwon-ma’s, who was standing behind me, the tears I had been holding back flowed out. The moment I saw my father’s face looking at me, I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Whether there were enemies left or not, whether I looked weak or not, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.
They were tears of joy at not having betrayed my father’s trust.

Kwon-ma nodded silently. He didn’t say anything, but that was enough for Ian.
He could feel the deep affection contained in his father’s nod with his whole body.

There was a moment of silence there.
The King of Power was looking at me with an expressionless face, as if he was thinking about something.

The next person to step forward was Guido. He looked at the fallen man’s body as he walked forward and said:

“He’s not the kind of person who would die so trivially.”

Guido stared at the Ilhwa Sword and asked.

“Do you know who you killed?”

At his question, Ilhwageomjon slowly turned towards him.

A cold, elegant prayer flows from her body.

If the prayer of the Sword King that was previously shown to Geommu-geuk was filled with hundreds and thousands of sword blades in all directions, the prayer of Ilhwa Sword Lord was the opposite.

Just one sword.

The feeling of that lonely sword being pointed right in front of your eyes.
That was the prayer of Ilhwa Sword Master.

“I don’t care who it is.”

Ilhwageomjon stared at the other person with his lonely and deep eyes and spoke calmly.

“So don’t tell me in detail who you are.”