Absolute Sword Sense Chapter 269

<Episode 88: True Story (2)>

“Hoo…..Hoo…..”

A heavy breath came out of his mouth.

It took a considerable amount of force to break the power of the Dharma tool, which could be considered an external object.

'The union of the brain and the mind…'

Brain Sword Heavenly Sword also consumes a lot of true energy.

As the internal energy and innate energy were combined there, the power of the martial arts increased explosively, and the stamina consumption was incomparably higher than that of other herbivores.

“Ugh….”

“Ugh.”

“My legs…my legs….”

Groans of pain erupted here and there.

The power of the Noekgeomcheondun Jinchukahwegeom, which tore through the tent and rushed in, completely devastated the imperial army.

The place swept by the thunderstorm that spread out in a fan shape was stained with blood and was a scene of chaos itself.

At first glance, it seemed like there were hundreds of casualties.

'…….'

This is the first time.

It is with these hands that I have killed so many people.

I've faced countless enemies in my time, but I've never killed anyone like I was trampling on an ant.

I think I understand why the Master told us not to abuse the Brain Sword and Brain Wall techniques.

Although it was said to be for the purpose of breaking the wall, I felt strangely bitter.

-Are you blaming yourself?

no.

Anyway, I had to show it for sure at least once.

If you press down with overwhelming force, it will not climb back up.

If I had carelessly kept the situation in my hands, they would not have looked at me with such terrified faces as they do now.

As I take a step forward, I step on something squishy.

Looking down, I saw what appeared to be fragments of my internal organs scattered about.

It appears to belong to the one who acted as the emperor's substitute.

-When you unleashed the Chuka Sword, your body swelled up and then suddenly burst open.

okay?

I think it probably happened because of pressure.

There was no way the criminal's body could withstand the force that the wall bounced off and the force that I pulled out.

It was a miserable end for a substitute.

I raised my head and walked forward.

“You’re safe.”

The most notable one was the Pagungui Chosa.

His whole body was covered in scars, but he seemed to have barely escaped the effects of his diet.

He is a guy who is using a large palace as a cane to keep himself from falling.

As I approached, his whole body began to tremble.

“A monster…a monster….”

I didn't feel the need to respond to the guy.

Because that's what interests me.

As I stretched out my hand, the Seonbyeokjinok tablet that had fallen on the floor was sucked into the empty water.

-Bam!

It seems that the Golden Emperor missed it while being swept away by the thunderstorm.

I could tell it was real when I touched it.

With this, one of the Buddhist scriptures stolen by the Vigilantes has been recovered.

We've finished what we wanted to see here, so we should go back now.

Geum Sang-je isn't dead, is he?

-It's on the front right.

When he looked at the place after hearing Sodamgeom's words, he saw Geumsangje staggering while holding a broken sword.

In front of him stood a corpse whose entire body was mangled and burned to the ground. It seemed to be the god of the moon and the sun.

Judging from the fact that the ground behind him is less eroded, it seems that he died while protecting the Emperor, the Golden Emperor.

-Even though he is a martial artist, he is loyal.

It's unexpected, just as Sodamgeom said.

I thought he had simply surrendered to the Emperor's policy of wiping out the martial arts world, but seeing him sacrifice his life for the Emperor makes me feel his loyalty.

I looked at the golden sage who was looking at me with trembling eyes, holding the broken sword.

He too was looking at me like I was a monster.

-Life is tough too.

It certainly seems like I'm not destined to die now.

I was confronted by the amplified energy of the unification of my spirits at such a close range, and I survived.

-…..I have to go like this in front of the previous owner's enemy. It's so unfair. Unhwi.

Would it be any different for me?

But if we kill that guy right now, the future of history will change.

The birth of Biwolyeongjong and the meeting between me and Namcheon will also disappear.

-Ahhh.

Namcheoncheolgeom couldn't help but feel sorry.

But if things continue like this, there's no telling what that guy will do.

I turned around and approached Geumsangje.

With each step he takes, the cold sweat on Geum Sang-je's face seems to increase.

I don't think I've ever experienced fear like this before.

Indeed, could he, the emperor who could be said to be the greatest in the world and who possessed martial arts comparable to the twelve great warriors in the world, have ever experienced something like this?

'Namcheon.'

As soon as my words left my hands, the Namcheon Iron Sword flew out of my hand.

Then, it flew at incredible speed and tried to pierce Geum Sang-je's chest.

Geum Sang-je, who was extremely nervous and sweating profusely, tried to block the attack by hastily spreading out his broken sword blade.

however,

-Whoa!

Before I knew it, I was behind him and grabbed Geumsangje's head.

“Ohhhhhhhh!!”

Pride is stronger than fear.

When the Emperor touched his own body, he became furious and tried to fight back against me.

'The brain is in a state of shock.'

-Pachichichichichichik!

“Kkeugagagagak!”

A blue light arose from his hand and enveloped Geumsangje's entire body, starting from his head.

The shocked man screamed and convulsed.

The thunderclap was so intense that even the smell of burning skin was felt, and foam flowed from the mouth of the golden emperor.

I could see his pupils trembling.

The fear of death you experience for the first time will make you cringe.

-Shoooooo!

As soon as the Brain Sword stopped, the Golden Emperor stopped screaming.

“Ugh.”

The tip of the Namcheon Iron Sword touches his neck.

If the guy puts in just a little bit of force, the sword will just go right through his neck.

Geumsangje looked at the tip of the sword with a face filled with fear.

I told him that.

“Your Majesty, please give up your vain desires for immortality and such.”

“Euuuuuuuu……”

“Go back now and take care of them as the father of all people. If you do anything like annihilating the martial arts world again, this time it won’t end here.”

The life in his voice made Geum Sang-je's back tremble.

I think this is enough of a warning.

'Namcheon.'

-i get it.

The Namcheon Iron Sword fell from Geumsangje's neck.

And then he came up next to me with his black side facing up so I could get on.

I took my hands off the golden statue's head and climbed onto the Namcheon Iron Sword.

And before flying away on a sharp flight, he warned again.

“I will now step aside. Do not forget. I will continue to watch over you as long as your Majesty lives. I hope you will not lose your only life by being noticed by me.”

-Shoot!

As soon as he finished speaking, the Namcheon Iron Sword flew upward.

* * *

“How can this be?”

“I’m flying on a sword!”

“Oh, what the hell!”

The soldiers of the Imperial Army watched in rapt attention as Jin Yun-hui flew away riding his sword.

It was natural to be shocked when I saw the flying sword that I had only heard of in legends.

But they couldn't say it out loud.

This was because they had witnessed with their own eyes that the Emperor they served, the Golden Emperor, had suffered a great insult that he could not shake off.

Tattered clothes on skin burned by a brain storm.

The dignity has collapsed as it could.

“How rude!”

“Get down! Who dares look into my face?”

At the generals' shouts, the imperial army turned their heads and fell face down on the ground.

No one can just sit by and watch the emperor's humiliation.

At that moment, a burst of madness mixed with sobs burst out from the mouth of the Emperor Geumsangje.

“Kkaaa …

Those with weak internal energy covered their ears at the energy contained in the voice.

Even the common soldiers fell.

Bloody tears flowed from the eyes of the golden emperor, which were red from bursting blood vessels.

He couldn't bear the feelings of shame and fear he was experiencing for the first time in his life.

Geum Sang-je, who had been screaming like that for a long time, said.

“Special forces, listen up.”

"insect!"

Around the broken tent, three thousand imperial troops wearing armor of hundreds and thousands answered the call.

“Kill all troops except the special forces.”

'!!!'

Even the special forces that received this order from the mouth of the Golden Emperor could not hide their bewilderment.

Who would have thought that there would be an order to kill all the soldiers?

Although he was humiliated, the emperor's orders were strict.

The special forces, who had been hesitating, soon drew their sergeants' flags and ran towards the regular forces.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”

“Please save me!”

“Kwaaaaak!”

Once again, a rebellion broke out in the Imperial Army.

There was no way that ordinary soldiers could handle the special forces that had been trained but had mastered martial arts.

The golden emperor's eyes, red from bursting blood vessels, were filled with venom.

'No one should know this fact.'

I didn't want this disgrace to spread to anyone else.

Even if the Emperor is not guilty of anything.

In the midst of the slaughter, one general summoned the Emperor Geumsangje.

“Your Majesty, please look at this!”

While he was wondering, Geum Sang-je couldn't help but be surprised when he saw what the general was pointing at.

It was a bizarre sight to see muscles and blood vessels growing from the severed ankle, returning it to its original shape.

This was completely different from the concept of getting better.

It was no different from the realm of regeneration.

Geum Sang-je, who had approached the one with the grown legs, looked down and muttered.

“Left and right.”

He was a Zuo Shirang, an imperial official who wore black cloth.

Whether caught in the thunderstorm or not, even the black cloth covering his eyes was torn off.

No one was unharmed, except for his torn and half-burned clothes.

The corners of Geum Sang-je's mouth, which had been filled with anger, went up.

“It wasn’t something you had to look for far away.”

* * *

4 li away from the imperial army.

Something strange was happening in the forest there.

The fog covering the forest was swirling and rising into the sky.

The fog, rising like a dragon ascending to the sky, gradually thinned out as if it would disperse at any moment.

-Gooooo

Inside the foggy forest.

That place was the Taoist fuse, the paradise of Taoists.

The inside of the fuse, which was filled with beautiful lakes and fairyland like peach blossoms and the eyes of fairies, was now cracked all over, as if someone had struck the sky.

“Subdue them!”

“You can’t stop us!”

The Taoists who were usually devoted to training were divided into groups and fighting.

It wasn't just a competition.

He was holding a weapon and threatening his opponent to the point where his life was in danger.

How did Dohwaseon, the paradise for Taoists, end up in this state?

-Kwarrrrrr!

A huge, loud noise is heard from somewhere.

The eyes of the Taoists who had been fighting for a long time turned toward that place.

From where the loud noise erupted, red heat like a volcano was spewing upward.

-Tsk tsk tsk!

This rising heat created ever-larger cracks in the sky above the fuse.

It looks like the sky will fall down soon.

“Master!”

The Taoists looked at the place and shouted.

It was the center of the fuse and the place where the Thirty-Six Heavenly Positions Sutra was located.

The reason why the eight masters of the fuse did not show up even though this situation was happening was because they were all there.

“You guys! Is this how you betray your teachers?”

“It’s for the sake of the cause. We are not betraying our masters!”

“Nonsense!”

“The people and the Taoists of the secular world are in danger because of the tyrant, so is it right for me to confine myself here and practice Taoism?”

“If you want to get involved in the secular world so much, why don’t you just blow the fuse?”

“Selfish people who don’t even know the cause!

After much debate, they eventually picked up their weapons and continued the fight.

The sound of them fighting could be heard all the way to the central cavity of the Dohwaseon where the 36th Heavenly Wisdom Sutra Gate was located.

A young man with long hair and a pale face glanced toward the common entrance and said.

“Do you hear? So many of you brothers are with me.”

“Vigilante, your inooooom!”

The young man was none other than Ja Kyung-jeong, the disciple of Geomseon who betrayed Dohwaseon.

The one who urged such vigilance was a Taoist monk with a flute tucked into his waist.

The Taoist could not hide his anger, but he was unable to take his hands off of the ground and pointed them somewhere.

It was a sphere like a small sun glowing in the middle of the sky.

Although it was said to be small, its size was about ten zhang (丈).

This small, sun-like sphere was slowly swelling up as if it would burst at any moment, and its heat was rising upwards.

“One priest. Concentrate.”

“Huh!”

A huge amount of energy was flowing out of the sphere.

If we are even a little careless in preventing this, it will run wild immediately.

The seven Taoists, including Jeongyang Jinren, poured all their energy into preventing it from exploding.

The consumption of vital energy was so great that the Taoists' hair gradually turned white and wrinkles increased.

It seemed like I was aging rapidly.

This was also the case with the swordsman.

His hair, which had been gray, gradually turned white.

The vigilante approached him and said.

“Master, please give up. Are you going to make your sister’s sacrifice for the greater good pale in comparison?”

Geomseon said as if he was disappointed by his words.

“…….How did you change like this? Didn’t you say with your own mouth that you like Yang Seon?”

Ja Kyung-Jeong answered that question with a bitter face.

“I like you. More than anyone else.”

At this, the swordsman urged him with a face like that.

“Did that guy put a Buddhist ritual object in my sister-in-law’s stomach and then explode it?”

It was a shocking truth.

Until just an hour ago, Yeo Yang-seon was alive.

Until his body was blown away by an explosive orb that destroyed him.

The swordsman could not possibly forgive him.

Despite his anger, Jagyeongjeong was not shaken in the least.

“Masters, you have the power to protect your people. But why do you risk your lives to protect this place while so many people are dying?”

“This guy……”

“The fuse must be extinguished. If that happens, the oaths the Masters made to Wonyoungshin will become nothing more than ashes.”

“You are trying to cause trouble by any means necessary.”

“I am not a servant. I am trying to free the Masters from their bonds.”

“What you are doing is harming the world!”

The Taoist monk, who was carrying a gourd, shouted in anger at hearing this.

Looking at him like that, Ja Kyung-jeong snorted and said.

“You are selfish. Is it right to prioritize your own way and turn your back on the sufferings of this world?”

“What you are saying, Self-Defense Minister, is sophistry.”

A female monk wearing a cotton swab and a lotus flower in her ear scolded him.

At this, the self-defense officer shook his head.

“Is the Tao only for oneself? Isn’t the true Tao to kill tyrants, eliminate power, and create a world where everyone can live in peace?”

At those words, the Taoist monk holding the broken yin-yang plate under his armpit shouted.

“That is sophistry.”

"sophistry?"

“If someone comes forward and suppresses the peace you speak of with greater force, then isn’t that also suppression?”

Even though Sari was right, Jagyeongjeong was not shaken.

Instead, he shouted at the Taoist holding the yin-yang board as if arguing.

“If only the tyrants, the wicked, and those who walk the path of the Sima-wei had the power, then so be it. But isn’t that not the case for you, Masters? If the Taoists here join forces, we can create a just world. Don’t you know that this is the truth?”

“Truth. Ha.”

“The tyrant Emperor Jinshang and his army are advancing here now. They will arrive here soon.”

At those words, Geomseon frowned and said.

“What on earth are you up to?”

“The tyrant King Geumsangje dreams of immortality. If he comes here and takes the Dragon Tiger Golden Plate made by Master Jeongyang Jinin, his dream will come true.”

'!!!'

Everyone couldn't hide their embarrassment at Jagyeongjeong's words.

If he, the so-called tyrant, achieves immortality, the worst thing that will happen is this.

It becomes impossible to stop what time can solve.

The vigilante smiled broadly and spoke in a meaningful voice.

“It is time to choose. Will you let the tyrant achieve his dream of immortality by preventing this fuse from being blown out? Or will you give up the fuse and join me in stopping the tyrant and his army?”

The faces of the eight Taoists darkened.

No one could have imagined that the Self-Defense Forces were plotting such a grand scheme.

Stealing the dharma gear and running away was just the beginning.

The female Taoist, wearing only one pair of shoes, sighed and said.

“Kyung-jeong-ah. Kyung-jeong-ah. You are truly bringing harm to this fuse and the world.”

“If you ask me for all these sins, I will gladly accept them. I am ready to throw away my life for the cause at any time.”

The swordsman muttered in vain at the self-defense officer's words.

“The old man has misjudged the man. All of this is the old man’s task.”

“How could that be a mistake in execution? It is said that one can know the depth of a thousand-mile water, but not the heart of a one-mile person.”

Jagyeongjeong clicked her tongue at their conversation.

And then he reached out somewhere.

Then, the flute that was stuck in the Taoist master's waist was sucked into his hand.

The bewildered Taoist shouted at him.

“Stop!”

“The masters are barely able to prevent three Dharma spheres from exploding, but would it be possible if one more were to be added?”

“You self-defense officer!”

“Stop right now!”

“Stop!”

The Taoists all tried to dissuade him.

But the vigilantes had no intention of stopping in the first place.

The vigilante said with a smile.

“Everything is for a greater good. No one can stop my way.”

With those words, Jagyeongjeong threw his flute with all his might towards the sphere that was burning like the sun.

-Whew!

“Nooooooo!”

The faces of the eight Taoists became astonished.

The moment you take your hands off here, there is no way to stop the explosion.

It was that very moment.

-Whoosh hoosh!

The flute flying toward the sphere stopped spinning in the air.

The vigilantes frowned at this sight.

'That can't be…'

The eight Taoists have no power to take their hands off that sphere.

Then who on earth could have prevented this?

"joy!"

It didn't matter anyway.

Anyway, aside from the eight Taoists, no one could stop him.

The vigilante reached out his hand toward the flute spinning in the air.

I was determined to push forward with profound aerodynamics.

however,

-Whoosh hoosh hoosh!

The trumpet spun faster and faster, making no attempt to move from its spot.

'What the heck is this…..'

Then, the spinning flute flew off somewhere.

It was at the central entrance to the common area.

-widely!

Someone picked up the flute with a friction sound.

'!?'

The darkened faces of the eight Taoist monks who were looking at this began to brighten.

The expression on the face of the vigilante as he turned his head was distorted terribly.

There, Jin Yun-hui was walking inside, holding a flute.

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