Absolute Regression Chapter 749

Episode 749: The Man I Don’t Like, Cheonjigun

Had he ever been so surprised lately?
He never dreamed he’d see Akgunhak in this room.
He called out to him so loudly that the room shook.

“Oh, brother!”

The sword master called him “Evil Brother” for convenience. When they met again, he asked to be friends, so now he was no longer the Sword King, but the Evil Brother.

Geommugeuk’s eyes trembled as he gazed at him. He couldn’t hide his joy. He forced himself to resist the urge to rush over and hug him tightly.

Do you remember what I said?

Be the friend who sees you when you need to see them, helps you when you need to help, and sometimes even throws shoes at each other.

He was someone I really wanted to see. But he wasn’t the one I wanted to see here.

“I thought we’d meet again, grilling meat in the fields. I thought we’d bump into each other drunk at a bar, bumping shoulders. No, I thought it was okay if we never saw each other again.”

Geommugeuk said with a pretended sigh.

“But why are you in such a dingy basement? No matter how much you like the basement, this isn’t it.”

It was a comment about breaking through the Hwangryongmu-gwan underground passage. The moment we climbed together, gazing up at the stars, the moment we ate our fill of elixirs, came back to me as if it were only yesterday.

“sorry.”

How could the Sword Dance not know? There was something going on that prevented him from leaving.

“You haven’t been able to pay off all your debts?”

After a moment, the Sword King answered.

“I paid off all my debts.”
“But why can’t you leave?”

The Sword King didn’t say anything.

What could possibly have held him back? What could have held back someone so strong, someone who dreamed of freedom so deeply?

“If a man said he was leaving, he should have left. He should have hit those who stood in his way with their shoes and left.”

The Sword King’s shoes caught Geommu-geuk’s eye. They were brand new, as if they had never been worn before.

“I bought them for you to wear, but you don’t. I threw a friends’ get-together, but you don’t show up. You knew I hosted the get-together, right?”

Surprisingly, the Sword King nodded. This meant that he was interested in the Sword Dance Theater.

“I couldn’t go because I was afraid they’d ask me to dance.”
“I can’t dance, I can’t leave. What is this?”

But contrary to his words, Geommugeuk’s face was filled with joy. How could he hide such joy?

“Still, it’s so nice to see you again.”

The words I spoke before were meant to convey this point.
The two looked at each other and smiled brightly. Regardless of their current positions, they were glad to see each other.

Conversely, the expression on Bloodthirsty Demon’s face, as he watched, hardened. He guessed who his opponent was.

-Author.

When he returned from school, he was told all sorts of stories by the swordsman, so he could tell that his opponent was a master swordsman who had survived the fight with the Hwangryong Martial Arts.

I could sense just by looking at him. That barefooted master was incredibly strong. He was the most powerful presence I’d ever encountered.

-Yes, that’s right. It’s that person.

Ilhwageomjon had encountered the Sword King alongside Kwonma in a battle at the time.
Akgunhak emerged from the underground first, nearly leading to a fight. Fortunately, Geommugeuk followed suit, preventing a fight from breaking out.

Bloody Heavenly Swordsman wore a displeased expression. It felt different from being friends with Jin Ha-gun or Bisain.

-It looks dangerous.
-He’s strong.

Actually, I didn’t say it was dangerous because it looked strong. I felt that Geommu-geuk was opening his heart to the enemy too defenselessly.

– Those bare feet are dangerous.

Ilhwageomjon looked at Hyeoncheondoma. He was seeing something he couldn’t.

The conversation between the sword dance and the sword king continued.

“In the meantime, my evil brother has a crush on a woman.”
“Me?”
“How often have we talked about my evil brother? Because of him, a woman’s life changed.”

There should be a difference here. I felt a real pity. Would he be embarrassed? Would he be embarrassed? Or would he surprisingly deftly manage to smooth the situation?

“Is she pretty?”
“I should ask who she is!”

The two people laughed together.

Of course, the Sword King would know that the woman he was talking about was Chai Lan. After all, she had left the organization after fighting him.

“Let’s go and meet up after this work is over.”

The Sword King didn’t respond. Knowing that this silent response wasn’t because he disliked her, the Sword Dancer persisted to the end.

“You’re going to turn a woman’s life upside down and act so shamelessly? No, no! I’ll take her back.”

Still, the Sword King said nothing.

I don’t know how you see this fight ending, but I’m taking you to the main school. If you leave, leave there.

The Sword King, reunited with the Sword Dance, turned his gaze to the two demon lords.
He was the first to bow and bow to them.
Bloody Heavenly Demon glared at him, his displeasure evident. Ilhwa Sword Lord simply bowed and accepted his greeting.

The Sword Dance asked the Sword King the most important question.

“Why are you here?”

Amazing words came out of the Sword King’s mouth.

“To protect the person who is trying to kill you.”

Geommu-geuk wasn’t particularly surprised by those words. He’d already expected it when he first saw him.

“Then we’re in big trouble. If Brother Ak protects, no one will be able to kill him.”

At that moment, a cold word from Hyeolcheondoma was heard from behind.

“I will kill you.”

The sword dance knew that he meant what he said.

“While I’m holding this guy here, kill him quickly.”

Bloodthirsty Horse blurted it out.

“Please date normal guys!”

Geommugeuk looked back at Hyeolcheon Doma and answered.

“I buttoned the first button wrong.”

Knowing that he was being spoken of, Blood Heavenly Swordmaster shook his head.

Taesu, who had been watching the situation until now, felt his heart pounding.

It wasn’t that the sword dance was meeting unknown people in a place like this.

Watching the puppet being attacked made my heart pound for no reason. I’ve seen him in action many times before, but never before had I felt this kind of excitement. Perhaps it was because he was defeated so quickly?

But when I saw him fighting alone among those fearsome-looking masters, I felt like he was some kind of untouchable, outlandish being.

Originally, I was planning to meet my father after this incident and tell him that I would quit being a thief.

But now I have this thought.

‘Can I ask this person to become my subordinate?’

I looked up at the sky, which I could never reach, and wondered if I was just catching clouds in the air.

Taesu looked at Jihan.

‘Don’t you?’

Jihan, on the other hand, observed the situation with a calm gaze.
Knowing the identity of the Geommu-geuk, he wasn’t at all surprised by the situation.

A doll that’s being attacked? Of course, it had to be the main character among those dolls. After all, the person he served was the leader of the Cheonma Sect.

However, he was secretly nervous because he had no idea how this situation would unfold.

Is it okay for the first fight with the leader to be such a grand fight?

If these two people were like this, how much more agitated would the other warriors have been?

The unsuspecting humans were utterly bewildered by this unexpected turn of events. They had assumed that if they opened this room, they would find an organ and treasure waiting for them.

I expected to see a scene where there were not just one skeleton, but dozens, and all sorts of treasures were strewn about beside them.

But reality did not forgive the dreamers.

‘We’ve been fooled!’

They thought the Sword Dance Theater had tricked them into coming here. That doll, and the way it greeted the person who was there, were all the same.

But soon they realized that the person leading them was not Geommugeuk.

The iron-faced man politely greeted the sword king and revealed his identity.

“It’s been a while.”
“Won’t it be hot when you wear that mask?”
“It’s okay.”

Judging from the candid conversation, it was clear that the Iron Man’s position was not that low.

“Who are you looking for?”
“It’ll be among them.”

The iron-faced warrior walked toward the warriors.
He took a stick of incense from his bosom and lit it.

“It’s the scent of seeing the soul. It will respond to the person we are looking for.”

Smoke from the incense slowly spread around.
The warriors all felt a pang of fear as they watched the smoke approaching them. Truly, an unimaginable situation was unfolding.

The sword dance was able to tell. The person the Iron Man was looking for was none other than Dansojin, the man who had sent him the telegram.

Slurp.

The smoke, slowly swirling around, swirled around a person, almost as if it were alive.
As expected from the sword dance, the person chosen by the smoke was Dan So-jin.

The sword dance drama was prepared for any eventuality.

If the Iron Man tried to kill him, I planned to save him. Of course, that didn’t guarantee Dansojin wasn’t an enemy.
I only knew his name. Still, I instinctively felt compelled to save him.

Fortunately, the iron-faced man had no intention of killing him.

“Come here.”

Dansojin trembled in fear. He had been acting well from the beginning until now.

“Why are you doing this?”

But it was already too late.

“Stop it and come out. You have to come out of there to survive.”

Those words startled the rest of the group. Didn’t that mean they were going to kill everyone else?

The iron-faced man pointed out one more person.

“You come out too.”

He was a man with a sword wound on his face. According to Dansojin, he was a warrior from the Sadomaeng.
Even the iron-faced warrior knew exactly who he was.

“Iza is a man sent by the Apostolic Leader. He has ordered that Iza be spared as well.”

The man with the sword pointed out also stepped forward and stood beside Dansojin. The current situation or atmosphere was not conducive to resistance.

After selecting those two, the iron-faced man walked towards the remaining unmanned men, intending to kill them all.

At that time, the Sword King spoke calmly.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a friend. Don’t smell like blood.”

The iron-faced man was taken aback when he realized that it meant not to kill them.

“You can’t do this.”

Then, the Sword King stared at the Iron-faced Man silently. He didn’t glare or show any murderous intent, but the Iron-faced Man immediately lowered his head.

The Sword King spoke to the warriors who were standing there in confusion.

“Go out without looking back.”

The unmanned troops ran back the way they had come.

“If I accumulate merit like this, won’t I be immersed in a less hot fire in hell later?”

He had said he had saved them for himself, but Geommu-geuk knew. He had sent them away for his own sake. He knew he hated such indiscriminate slaughter.
It was then.

Aaaa …

From where they had left, a roaring sound could be heard.
A scream could be heard, and the smell of blood wafted from there.

Soon, four men entered the room.
Their attire was unusual. Two wore black martial arts attire, black robes, and black swords. The other two wore red martial arts attire, red robes, and red swords.

A man walked between them, divided into two groups.
He was a man with a truly formidable presence.

He was a man of impressive stature and sturdy build, and he carried two swords at his waist.
His left and right swords were different.

The left sword was a pitch-black black sword, and the right sword was a blood-red blood sword. The black sword had a moon drawn in pure white lines, and the blood sword had a sun drawn on it.

His features were sharp, as if carved with a knife, and his jet-black eyes shone like a river.
Just looking at them was like aiming a blade at someone’s neck, a gaze so piercing.

The moment he saw him, he knew who he was.

The second king of the twelve zodiac kings, King Dao, Cold Martial Arts Minister.

He rose to the top of the Taoist sect during the Twelve Earthly Kings era through this dual path. His martial arts were so powerful that it was rumored that he possessed Taoist techniques comparable to those of the Sword King.

Everyone feared him, not only for his incredible magic, but also for his cruel and sometimes maddening personality.

The four warriors who entered earlier were absolute masters known as the Dark Blood Four Swords, the right-hand men of the Taoist King.

Now, following the Sword King, the Tao King appeared. It was truly a moment where the first and second kings of the twelve zodiac kings were in one place.

The Sword King looked at the Tao King and said.

“Your hellfire just got hotter.”

Their gazes met in the air. The King of Dao’s gaze, gazing at the Sword King, held no fear. Nor did it contemplate him.

Finally, a soft voice emerged from the Taoist king’s lips. His voice was sharp and dry, like a midwinter wind.

“No matter how hard I tried to understand you, I couldn’t.”

Then, as if the reason was because of this person, the Taoist King turned his head and looked at Geommu-geuk.

Swaaaaaaah.

A ray of life flew towards Geommugeuk. It was imbued with emotion. It was a viciousness filled with unpleasantness and hostility.
Just before that viciousness reached Geommugeuk,

bang!

The Heavenly Sword of Destruction was thrust into the air before the Sword Dance.
The energy emanating from the Heavenly Sword, still wrapped in cloth, repelled not a single ray of life energy.

The prayer of the Blood Heavenly Demon, who had suddenly blocked the sword dance, was utterly cold. He was no longer the gentle man who usually read books and sipped tea.

“This place is full of people I don’t like.”

The Blood Heavenly Sword untied the knot that was binding the Heavenly Extermination Sword.

Sararararak.

As the cloth that had been wrapped around it was released, the form of the Heavenly Destruction Sword was revealed.

“I’ll consider this bet my loss.”