Absolute Regression Chapter 598

Episode 598: My disciple gave it to me as a gift

Princess Cheonui, Wimucheon, was greatly shocked.

‘It will take three hundred years for the will of heaven to be fulfilled?’

Right next to her, the Guardian Princess saw Wimucheon’s eyes tremble. It was the first time she had seen the princess so surprised and flustered.

The sword dance in the space-time transfer technique was also surprising.

‘You predicted that three hundred years ago?’

It was honestly hard to believe even after seeing it with my own eyes.

Silence flowed through the room.
Wei Wuqian, who had been staring at the priestess, slowly walked over and sat down again. Then he poured some wine into a glass.
It was impolite to pour a drink while sitting in front of a priestess, but no one cared at the moment.

Again and again.

In that place where not even the sound of breathing could be heard, the only thing heard was the sound of pouring alcohol.

The Guardian Princess could sense how angry Wei Wutian was right now. The clear sound of the wine dripping was the sound of him suppressing his anger.

Wimucheon looked down at his overflowing glass in silence.

Countless blood has already been shed. It has come to a point of no return. Now, the heavens have delivered such a prophecy? Then why did the eagle awaken? Why did it cry so much in its own hands?

Wimucheon, who had been fiddling with his glass for a moment, asked the priestess in a calm tone.

“Would you like a drink?”

The impressions of the white-clad women lined up on both sides hardened.
Not only was she sitting alone and pouring drinks, but now she was offering drinks to others. Even if she was the princess of heaven, this was something she should not have done.

The priestess’s eyes were covered, so no one could tell what emotions she was feeling.

“I’m fine.”

Wimucheon drank alone after hearing the calm priestess’s answer.
At the very moment he put down his glass, surprising words came out of the priestess’ mouth.

“Even though I can’t drink, I’ll buy you a drink.”

The white-clad women all looked at the priestess’s words and then lowered their heads again.
They were surprised and nervous. The priestess did something she would never normally do, and it wasn’t just because they were in the middle of a war.
It was because this prophecy was that important.

The priestess walked slowly. Even though she was blindfolded, she walked straight towards Wimucheon.
As if she could see, she picked up the bottle of wine and poured it straight into Wimucheon’s glass.

Again and again.

The clear sound of the wine being poured made the hearts of the women in white even more fearful. They felt a tense tension as if something big would happen at any moment. Everyone knew what the prophecy the priestess had given meant to the Princess of Heaven.

Wimucheon asked without drinking the drink she had given him.

“What happens if I don’t withdraw from this war?”

Then the priestess calmly delivered her prophecy.

“In this battle, the Palace of Heaven will suffer a crushing defeat. The Princess will fall into their hands.”

It was something no one could dare say. If she wasn’t a priestess, it wouldn’t have been strange at all if the head of the Heavenly Palace Lady had been smashed in one stroke.

But Wimucheon didn’t do that. The cold anger actually calmed him down.
He emptied the wine the priestess had poured for him.

“Unfortunately, this prophecy was wrong.”

It wasn’t that it seemed wrong, it was a statement that determined that it was wrong. It was a greater rudeness than offering her a drink earlier.
The women lined up all raised their heads and looked at the Princess of Heaven. Their eyes were as if they were risking their lives. Denying the prophecy of the priestess meant denying their own existence.

Wimucheon didn’t pay attention to them. His gaze was only on the priestess.
In the midst of the cold tension, the priestess opened her mouth. She was extremely calm, as if she had naturally expected the princess to deny it.

“A prophecy may not come true even once in a priestess’ lifetime, but the prophecies she does receive are never wrong.”

A desire welled up deep in Wimucheon’s heart.
It was a murderous desire to kill the woman in front of him and make her a sacrifice in this fight. However, he could not do that. If he did, the morale of Cheonui Palace would fall to the floor and the people’s hearts would turn away from him. The warriors of Cheonui Palace believed in the prophecy of the goddess.

“Even so, I will not stop this war.”
“May I ask why?”
“This time, Heaven itself has conveyed its will to me.”
“How so?”
“Shouldn’t you know everything?”

Wimucheon’s feelings were closer to anger than mockery.
If Bigwi hadn’t awakened, he would have believed the priestess’s prophecy. Even if he hadn’t believed it, he would have stopped the war. This ridiculous prophecy.

Wimucheon got up from his seat and slowly approached the priestess. He stood close to her and whispered softly so that only the priestess could hear.

“After unifying the world, I will kill you and destroy the Shinnyeo Palace.”

Despite those shocking words, the priestess showed no signs of agitation. Wimucheon continued to whisper.

“It doesn’t matter anyway, right? If your prophecy is true, I’ll die anyway. On the other hand, if your prophecy is wrong, then you deceived me with a false prophecy, and you deserved to die for it.”

Wimucheon smiled and said so that everyone could hear.

“In that sense, this prophecy can be seen as a special prophecy.”

The priestess turned her head and looked at Wimucheon.
Her gaze seemed to be that of seeing Wimucheon’s face through the veil, seeing into his mind, and even looking into the future.

Was that why?
Wimucheon felt the desire to take off the cloth covering the priestess’s eyes. What kind of eyes were looking at him from under that cloth?

‘I have treated you so preciously until now, but is this all you can do for me before this important battle?’

The priestess spoke to Wimucheon calmly, just as before.

“I am only conveying the prophecy. It is up to you, Your Majesty, to judge and make the decision.”

She politely greeted Wei Wutian and turned around. Before she went out, she stopped walking.
Her eyes, still covered, briefly turned to one wall.
Everyone thought they were looking at the Central Plains map posted there, but in front of that map, there was Geomwu-geuk in the space-time transfer technique.
Geomwu-geuk could feel it.

‘Look at me.’

The priestess turned to Wimucheon and said.

“I will not go back and will stay here.”

Not only the women in white, but even Wei Wutian was surprised, because he had not expected her to say that she would stay on the battlefield.

Without waiting for Wei Wutian’s answer, she went out.
Geomwu-geuk could see why she had said that.

‘He wants to meet me.’

The momentum of the King of Kwon Kang-hoo completely changed.
His murderous spirit glowed white and took on a physical form, and the letters on his hands glowed like ghostly lights, dazzling the opponent’s vision.

Behind Kang-hoo, the gates of hell opened. Those who committed evil deeds and fell into the fires of hell screamed in pain. In the sea of ​​fire, evil spirits ran wild in all directions.
Kang-hoo’s prayer was hell.
Just feeling it made one tremble with fear, and it was a prayer that took away the will to fight.

Kwon Ma was not afraid at all. Kwon Ma’s momentum as he took off his shirt and entered the fight in earnest was terrifying.
He strode towards hell without hesitation. Evil spirits were attacking him from all sides, and the surroundings boiled like lava.

Kwonma opened the gates of hell wide and entered.

Wheeeeeeing!

Kwonma’s prayer was the wind.
Now it was not the wind that tore something apart, but the wind that blew into people’s hearts, the changed wind of Kwonma.

The wind began to blow in hell.
The demons were blown away by the wind of the wind. The fireballs that were boiling like lava were blown away in all directions by the wind. The demons screamed as they burned. Hell became a real hell.

In the middle of that windy hell, two people clashed.

Kwaaang!

The fists flying towards each other were filled with enormous internal energy. The two threw punches at each other as if they had met their mortal enemies.

Crunch.

Every time they threw their fists, the ground between them split open.

Neither of them took a single step back. Ghostly cries were heard from their clashing fists, and thunder erupted.

Boom! Kwaang! Boom!

The life force and magic that could never coexist oppressed each other.

Ian’s heart pounded like crazy as he watched.
She, who was standing far away, could feel it too. The vicious energy that was emanating from Kang-hoo’s fist.

If Ilhwageomjon hadn’t blocked that energy, she wouldn’t have been able to stand there and watch with her internal energy depleted.
Even Yeonbaekin, who had intact internal energy, stood far away and couldn’t bear it any longer, vomiting out everything inside him.

‘These are all monsters.’

Even if I were to obtain the secret of the secret, would I be able to deal with the authors? I had no confidence. Then what was the point of obtaining the secret?

Emergency, emergency, emergency.

He had forgotten that, with only that in his head, the beginning of all this had been inevitable.

The one who made me forget that was the man who went down to the basement.
I believed that maybe his gentlemanly attitude would really give me a divine power. In the end, that man must be a monster like that. No, he must be a monster that is even scarier than these people.

Meanwhile, the battle between Kwon Ma and Kang Hoo continued.
The ghost fire emanating from the letters carved on his fist mixed with Kang Hoo’s murderous intent, making the surrounding air difficult to breathe.
Even in that situation, Kwon Ma did not back down even a single step.
It seemed as if this was Kwon Ma’s fist.
But, it wasn’t.
Kwon Ma didn’t only have fists.

Crack!
Crack!

The move that broke the tight fight in one breath was a kick from Kwon-ma that extended straight out between the fists.

Wall Power Shura Kwon, Sacrificial Kwon, Iron Horn Shura.

In that one shot, Kang-hoo’s jaw turned and fell backwards.
He had never expected Kwon-ma to kick, so he allowed that quick and powerful punch to hit him.

Kwon Ma did not miss this opportunity.

puck!

The fist of Kwon-ma, who had been following him like a shadow, mercilessly struck Kang-hoo’s stomach. Although his self-defense ability was used, it still hurt as if his intestines were going to burst.

“Ugh!”

It was the first time a groan escaped from Kang-hoo’s mouth.
Kwon-ma’s fist, seizing the opportunity to win, became faster and stronger.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Kwon Ma’s fists struck Kang Hoo’s body repeatedly.

“Oh my gosh! Stop it!”

Kang-hoo, who had been hit repeatedly, ran away to the audience while shouting curses. At that moment, he sat down next to Death, who was sitting in the audience.

Oh my god!

The fist of the swordsman who followed flew in, completely crushing his face.

In that moment, Kang-hoo’s eyes changed. He had the look in his eyes that he had been waiting for just this moment.
Instead of blocking with his fist, Kang-hoo opened his palm wide.

Seeeeeek.

A dark wall blocked the palm of his hand. Kwonma’s fist flew forward with the momentum to smash anything.
The moment the fist hit the wall, a different sound was heard instead of the sound of impact.

Swish.

The wall shook. The liquid-like wall absorbed Kwonma’s fist. He tried to pull his fist away, but the strange liquid held his fist tightly.

Oh my god.

At the same time, Kang-hoo’s other fist split the air.
This time, the sound was different.
It wasn’t a bang, a crashing sound.

Crunch! Crunch!

I heard the sound of flesh being torn repeatedly.

Paaaaak.

Kwon-ma, who barely managed to pull his fist out of the liquid mass, was thrown back.
Gulp.
Blood was flowing out of Kwon-ma’s arm, which had not been caught.
His thick, large forearm and fist were cut long and deep. This was also fortunate. Kang-hoo had aimed for the neck and heart.

A blade gleaming like light appeared at the tip of Kang-hoo’s fist. It was no ordinary blade. It was a blade of murderous intent created by Kang-hoo.
It was the unleashing of his secret weapon.

Ian’s heart sank as he watched the scene. It was the first time he had seen blood flowing from his father’s fist.

It was at that very moment.
Kwon Ma raised his hand as if he was going to take a break.
As Kwon Ma pressed the acupoints on his arms and hands to stop the bleeding, Kang Hoo also treated the internal injuries he had received earlier.

Bam.

Kang-hoo, who was treating his wounds, vomited blood. After vomiting blood, his face became more relaxed.

Meanwhile, Kwon-ma walked briskly and picked up his upper garment that he had thrown on the floor.

Could it be that he was trying to apply some kind of elixir? No way. Kang-hoo was looking at him with this thought in his mind.
Kwon-ma took something out of his clothes.

It was a pair of gloves.
They stretched and fit snugly around Kwonma’s large hands.

“no way?”

Kang-hoo realized what it was. It was something that anyone who practiced martial arts could never not know.

“Throw yourself!”

It was the sword that Geommu-geuk had given him before. If the best sword is the Cheonma Sword, then the best sword is the sword.
Kang-hoo’s expression hardened. He didn’t know that Kwon-ma had the sword. No, the problem is that it was in Kwon-ma’s hand.

“The world’s most powerful man is wearing armor? That would be something the world would laugh at.”

It was a provocation to somehow take off the suit.
However, Kwon Ma did not fall for Kang Hoo’s provocation.
Kwon Ma did not show off his pride. In the past, he would have died if he had to, and would have tried to fight with his bare hands. However, Kwon Ma was different now. Instead of showing shame, he bragged to Kang Hoo.

“My disciple gave it to me as a gift.”
“What?”

Kwon Ma added to the surprised and bewildered Kang Hu.

“It was given to me by our sect leader.”

Ilhwageomjon, who had been watching, could see that Kwonma’s change was not limited to just martial arts.

‘Kwonma has become more flexible.’

Kwon-ma has changed. He who seemed so strong that he would never break, he who had stronger pride than anyone else.

‘I became stronger because I changed.’

Ilhwageomjon could tell who this change was because of. It was like he was going without makeup and had white hair.

“What the heck!”

Kang-hoo once again hurled vulgar profanity that did not suit him. He brought out all the murderous intent he had. It was not intentional, but he really swore at Kwon-ma. He really hated Kwon-ma so much that he wanted to kill him.

Saaaaak.

The blade of life extended from the tip of Kang-hoo’s fist, becoming longer and sharper. It was as if it could cut through even the eternal iron.

“You squeaky-squeaky bastard! Come on, it’ll take a while to chop down that big body.”

Then Kwon-ma struck his fist with his palm and walked away, making a sound.

Bang! Bang!

“It is my first time, so let it be an honor!”