Absolute Sword Sense Chapter 272

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-It's a strength that's not really human.

Sodamgeom stuck out his tongue.

I too was inwardly amazed at my own strength as I watched the twenty or so radius of the area being scorched.

It wasn't any special technique, I just swung the sword with energy.

This level of power was generated by just sword strikes.

“Ugh.”

The guy who had fallen on the floor looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.

I guess the gap in power was clearly felt.

But the effect of the Yongho Geumdan was certainly great.

Already, the blood flowed away and the blood vessels in the body parts that had been blown away began to regrow, showing signs of regeneration.

Of course, the neck must be cut off.

“I want to make it more painful, but I have to go help the teachers.”

I lift my sword up to the bastard's neck to finish him off,

“Haa…haa…what a monster.”

The guy opened his mouth.

“Is this your last will and testament?”

“Is it so wrong to drive out tyrants and make the world a better place for the people?”

I guess he wants to tell me his beliefs.

But I don't want to get into that argument with you.

As I looked down at him coldly and was about to strike him with my sword without answering, the bastard shouted at me urgently.

“I surrender!”

"what?"

Suddenly a declaration of surrender came out of the bastard's mouth.

Why would a stubborn guy suddenly say something like that? Does he not want to die?

“You want to surrender now?”

“The outcome is decided. If you want, you can kill me whenever you want, right?”

"so?"

“Even on the battlefield, if you surrender, aren’t you treated like a loser?”

“Are you asking to be treated like a surrendered person?”

“…….Even though I was excommunicated, in a sense you and I are no different from fellow students. Didn’t you receive teachings from the Masters to kill those who surrender and have no intention of fighting? Wouldn’t that be against the laws of the fuse?”

"under?"

-I'm using my dragon to survive.

It seems to be as Sodamgeom said.

For someone with such strong pride and unwavering conviction to bow his head is a sign of his will to survive, even at the risk of humiliation, with the mindset of seeking help from a wise man.

The guy continued talking.

“I… can’t die like this. If I die like this without achieving my goal, I won’t have the face to see my sister-in-law who left first.”

“……..”

“Take me to the Master and the disciples. I will abide by their decision.”

It's ridiculous.

When I see this guy, I know.

Master Geomseon and the other seven Taoists are also practitioners of the Tao, so they refrain from killing.

He knows for a fact that he won't kill himself if he's empty.

A cold ridicule came out on its own.

“You can laugh at me. I have a reason to survive.”

“It’s so dirty.”

“If you want to vent your anger, feel free to do so. However, the price for my actions will be determined by my teachers, not you…”

-Wow!

I brought my sword close to the bastard's neck.

Then the guy shouted urgently.

“What are you doing? Didn’t you just tell me that?”

“That’s right.”

“But why are you doing this? If you are also a disciple of Dohwaeseon…”

“Hey. Self-defense officer.”

"hey?"

“There is a misconception: I am not a Taoist.”

'!?'

The bastard's eyes shook.

Well, he's the guy who thought I was the hidden disciple of Geomseon all this time.

Moreover, he probably thought that he would be even more bound by the rules of the Taoist fuse since he had learned the skills from the eight Taoists as if they were his common masters.

“But why did they come to you?”

“It’s what happens when you get what you deserve. And although I haven’t lived as long as you, I’ve endured all sorts of hardships and survived, so I know one thing.”

"what?"

“The only answer is to kill someone like you.”

"for a moment….."

-Whack!

-Roll, roll!

Before he could finish speaking, the bastard's neck split and his head rolled to the side.

The answer to this kind of person is to kill him.

If you keep him alive, there will be repercussions in one way or another.

“……..”

What a tenacious life force.

Even if your neck is cut, you don't die right away.

The guy was mumbling something with his eyes wide open, but I couldn't hear anything except the muffled sound of his voice because he had no vocal cords.

Is there still a lot of regret left?

I said, lifting my foot over the bastard's head.

“Go to hell and say whatever you want.”

And then I stomped on the head of the thing that was glaring at me.

-Crack!

My head was completely crushed.

There is no longer any movement or sign of regeneration.

The same was true for the body.

“Phew.”

In some ways, this guy is unlucky.

If he hadn't touched the Sodam Sword, he might have achieved everything he wanted.

Anyway, I must go back to my teachers now.

As I stretched out my hand, the Buddhist scriptures that had been stuck in the ground were sucked into my hand.

-widely!

'Cheon-dun. Let's go back to the master.'

I touch the guy for the first time.

-……..

I spoke to him, but he didn't respond at all.

It was something that had always been a question for three years and eight months.

Even the master who had a rapport with the sword did not have any conversation with the sword, which was like his companion before the Dharma tool.

At that moment, I clearly heard Cheon-dun's voice.

But why does this guy remain so silent?

Anyway, let's go back for now.

As I was about to fire a new weapon towards the center of the fuse, I suddenly looked at the body of the dead police officer.

-what's the matter?

'It's better to be sure.'

I walked over to the bastard's body and placed my palm on it.

Then the flames surged and burned the guy's clothes and body.

The pieces of the head that were crushed by the body that was riding were also moved to the empty water.

-Whoooosh!

They came together and burned black in the flames.

-You're quite thorough.

He is a man who ate Yongho Geumdan and cultivated Tao.

It's better to be sure than to feel uneasy for no reason.

Now I must go back and help my teachers.

-Pot!

* * *

It wasn't long before Jin Yun-hui returned to the center of the community.

A black figure cautiously approached the corpse that was burning and turning to ash.

Inyoung sighed as she looked at the blackened ash.

"That bad guy….."

After a while, the black figure took something out of his bosom.

It was a yellow surge.

The black figure, who had spread out the book, muttered something as if reciting a spell towards the burning corpse.

Then, not long after, the smoke from the fire seeped into the paper.

It was a strange phenomenon.

The smoke patterns were carved out as if they were being carefully drawn on yellow paper.

As the entire surge was filled, the smoke no longer seeped in.

The black figure folded it neatly and put it in a small pouch, then muttered while looking at the ashes flying in the flames.

“Your Majesty. I, the Brain Master, will uphold your will.”

-Slurp!

As soon as he finished speaking, a black figure disappeared into the shadows.

* * *

A blazing sphere like the sun.

It is trapped in a gray wall.

This was imprisoned by the Jade of the Dharma Master, and each time the sphere hit the rippling wall, it grew larger and larger.

'Not yet?'

I looked at the eight Taoists with cold sweat running down my face.

They were all old and had almost lost their energy, and they were surrounding the wall and reciting something like a spell.

-I feel like it's going to explode.

The cliff cannot withstand this tremendous force.

In fact, the force of hitting the wall made it even stronger.

I'm afraid that if this blazing orb continues like this, it will explode and blow the entire fuse.

-Quaddud!

As expected, the cliff can't hold up.

In fact, this cliff is not just the power of the cliff jade.

I injected my innate energy into the red jewel to temporarily amplify the power of the attack.

The one who taught me this method was Master Ha, the master of the pack.

I poured my innate energy into the Seonbyeokjinok tile, but it cracked after only counting to fifteen.

“Masters, I can’t stand it any longer.”

It was that very moment.

As Jeongyang Jinin raised his hand, the floor cracked and something rose up.

It was like a long scripture.

I didn't know there were scriptures like this on the floor.

“Let go of the wall!”

At Jeongyang Jinin's shout, I let go of the Seonbyeok Jinok tile from my hand.

There were burn marks on the palm of his hand, as if it had been burned.

-Cheeee!

“Huh!”

I threw the Seonbyeokjinok tiles away.

Then the barrier that had been confining the sphere disappeared.

A splendid light flowed out from a long piece of paper that had burst through the floor, and soon enveloped a sphere that was about to explode in a fiery blaze.

'Can the paper handle that heat?'

As the voices of the masters reciting the spell grew louder, the paper of the sutras began to emit a brighter light.

"ah!"

To my surprise, the sphere covered in scripture paper began to gradually shrink.

It's as if the scriptures are absorbing the heat of the sphere's power.

The sphere, which had grown to a size of almost six zhang in radius, gradually shrank and soon completely absorbed the sutra.

The scriptures that had been fluttering and emitting a brilliant light soon lost their shine.

And following the gesture of Jeongyang Jinin, he dug into the floor he had broken through.

-Kukukuku!

As it fully enters,

-Thud! Thud!

The eight Taoist monks who had been reciting the spell collapsed on the floor.

I was speechless at the sight of them, so aged that they looked as if they had been directly hit by decades of time.

“Teachers, are you okay?”

In response to my question, they only let out rough breaths.

They were the ones who expended too much energy protecting the fuse.

-Kurrrrrr!

At that moment, a strange sound was heard from the common hole.

I was curious about something, so I flew up on the Namcheon Iron Sword and looked above the hole, and I saw an amazing sight.

-It's going back to the way it was.

As Sodamgeom said, the sky that was filled with gold was gradually restored to its original state.

The fuse was once again returning to its original form.

The fuse, which had been derailed by the exploding sphere and tied to the human world, now seems set to return to its original state.

I came down again.

As I came down, the Taoists who had collapsed from exhaustion were getting up one by one.

I was able to protect myself from the vigilantes' scheme, but their expressions were all dark.

I was wondering why, but

“Jin-in. How much damage has been done to the Dharma Realm’s Young-bo-pil-dharma?”

“Phew.”

The Taoist monk wearing rags and a gourd let out a deep sigh at the Master's question.

While I was wondering, Master Geomseon came to me and said.

“It really has become difficult.”

“……What do you mean?”

“The thing that just now prevented the explosion of the Dharma tool was the True Man’s Dharma tool, Yeongbo Pilbeop.”

“Ah… that?”

The sutra paper that had come out through the floor was the Yeongbo Pilbeop, which was considered the best of the eight Buddhist instruments in the fuse.

I had no idea that this device would be at the center of the fuse.

Of course, I thought that Jeongyang Jinin would have it.

The swordsman said as if he was sorry.

“Originally, when you finished your role as an agent and returned, we were going to drain our vital energy like we did just now and change the flow with the power of the Youngbo Pil method to send you back to the time you were there. But that has become difficult.”

“That means……”

“It seems like it’s going to be tough until the damage to the Youngbo Pilbeop is healed.”

At those words, I bit my lip tightly.

Even if it wasn't necessarily the Yeongbo Pil method, looking at the condition of the teachers, it seemed difficult to send me back right away.

It seemed like it would be possible if I at least regained some of my energy.

How long will this take?

I approached Jeongyang Jinin, who was sighing, and asked him.

“Jinin. How long do you think it will take for the Youngbo Pilbeop to be restored?”

Jeongyang Jinin looked at me blankly.

To this I said:

“Be honest with me. Even if it weren’t for the Dharma, looking at the energy that the Masters have exhausted, I don’t think it would take that long.”

They were all aged Taoists.

The energy I felt from them was so weak.

This recovery period must also be taken into consideration.

“It will take at least a year for the Dharma body to recover naturally, and it seems that we will need to recuperate for at least three or four years to regain some of our vitality.”

'…….ah.'

I couldn't bring myself to openly let out a sigh of disappointment.

If the teachers had not been so stubborn as to not be able to keep the fuse, I would not have been able to return.

But that doesn't mean you can't go out and survive for hundreds of years.

Even if I had undergone the Golden Retriever treatment, I don't know if I would be able to maintain my mind and emotions completely if I endured that much time.

'Three or four years……'

The period of stay has been extended again.

This too cannot be confirmed.

The masters must regain their energy enough to be able to handle the Dharma tool Youngbopil method.

In the end, there is no answer other than waiting.

At that time, Master Jang, who had become old and had white hair, approached me.

“This is a good thing.”

"yes?"

“I thought you were lacking since you seemed to have mastered the spear technique clumsily, but while you are staying here, I will teach you the ultimate skill of the Geumchangjinkyung.”

It wasn't just Master Jang.

Master Ha also said, taking out the lotus flower he had been wearing in his ear.

“Since you have come to stay here, I will train your mind to balance your energy.”

“Your Majesty, what you said is right. I have already taught you the basics of Seol-eum-hwa-yang-seon-mu, but I have not been able to teach you the proper form of the play. I guess I should pass it on.”

“That sounds fun. I guess I’ll do the same…”

Seven Taoist masters, one after another, competing to teach me something.

Their appearance made me laugh in vain.

Should I like this?

It felt like a strange feeling, like a three-pronged approach.

Sodamgeom said to me like that.

– Since it has come to this, train properly. That golden knight must have practiced for so many years to defeat you.

'……That's right.'

Now that I think about it, the descendant of the swordsman that Jonju was afraid of was me.

It was only after I found out the bastard's true identity that I realized the truth.

'Is it fate that I came to the past?'

It couldn't be more coincidental.

If that's true, then, as Sodamgeom said, Jonju, or Geumsangje, must have been preparing thoroughly for hundreds of years to find me and kill me.

If you think about it, three or four years isn't that long.

Rather, it may be a short preparation period.

'…….Training.'

After sorting out my disappointment at not being able to return right away, I quickly took the lottery tickets from the eight Taoists.

“Please do it one more time.”

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* * *

There is a crudely built thatched-roof house in the forest.

There was a man in shabby clothes walking towards them, carrying a huge load of firewood on his back.

The man put down his carrying pole in front of the thatched house and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

And then he muttered.

“I don’t even sweat, but it’s become a habit and I can’t seem to get rid of it.”

Since 'that day', he has been different from ordinary people.

I didn't sweat and I could survive without eating.

It doesn't even have a physiological phenomenon.

In fact, the act of gathering firewood, lighting a fire, and cooking food was meaningless, but I couldn't feel alive if I didn't do this.

“Haa. Your Majesty.”

Quite a bit of time has passed since that day.

There has been no news since Young Lady Sima Ying, who had waited with him until the end, disappeared after receiving news that her father had been seriously injured.

It's still a question.

Why did the young master disappear?

Not long after entering the foggy forest, the foggy forest disappeared.

But after that, the master never showed up again.

“Your Majesty… have you really returned?”

If that's really the case, it's so sad.

After that brief meeting, you disappeared again.

The man, who was feeling empty, picked up the bottle that was lying on the floor.

It was a flask containing alcohol.

I opened the cork and tried to drink it,

“When did you start drinking? Asong.”

'!?'

The man doubted his ears.

I thought I had heard something strange, so I put down the bottle and turned my head.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness!”

There stood the young master Jin Yun-hwi, who had gone missing.

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