Absolute Sword Sense Chapter 291

<Episode 94 He's Back (5)>

A middle-aged man with his eyes covered by a blindfold walked out of a dark room, supported on both sides by attendants.

You could tell he was a member of parliament by his attire.

As the door closed, the attendants removed the blindfold covering the congressman's face.

“Phew.”

Just then, a man twice the size of the congressman approached the door.

He was so big and muscular that I couldn't help but feel intimidated.

“Is there no sign of the condition improving?”

“…….I’m sorry, but the bleeding won’t stop.”

“Then shouldn’t we stop it?”

“I don’t know. In my 30 years as a doctor, this is the first time I’ve seen bleeding that doesn’t stop from a wound. If this continues, it won’t last more than a few days.”

-bang!

Someone of large build, unable to contain his anger, stepped on the stone.

A crack appeared in the stone floor.

“Eek!”

The congressman was so frightened by the sight that he became lost in thought.

“Stop it, hyung. What did the congressman do wrong to scare you?”

Someone tried to dissuade the large man.

He was an old man carrying a large sword on his back.

The muscular man with a large body was none other than Samjon Hae-ak-cheon, one of the four venerable deities of the Blood Sect, and the old man who tried to dissuade him was Seogal-ma, the second venerable Nanmadodoje.

Despite Seogalma's protests, Haeakcheon grabbed the congressman by the collar and lifted him up.

“If you are a member of the National Assembly, shouldn’t you save people?”

“I, I can’t do it with my abilities. It would be better to seek the guidance of Mansashin.”

“Even if there is no dog, even if you are like you ….”

-Bam!

Seogalma grabbed Haeakcheon's wrist.

And he shook his head with a regretful expression.

He said with his eyes that there was no point in urging the congressman.

Then Hae-ak-cheon roughly threw him away.

-Bam!

“Oh my.”

Hae-ak-cheon urged the lawmaker who took the butt kick.

“Get out of here right now. If I see you in the school within half an hour, I’ll tear you to pieces.”

The pale congressman ran out in a hurry.

Seogalma nodded to someone while looking at the running away member.

Then a shadow moved across the floor and headed towards where the congressman was.

Hae-ak-cheon, who had been filled with anger just a moment ago, erased that expression and spoke to Seo-gal-ma as if he was displeased.

“Huh! It seems like the role of the idiot who can’t control his emotions is mine.”

“Hyung, you are not my type.”

“That's funny.”

“Anyway, let’s go in.”

Hae-ak-cheon shook his head and knocked on the closed door.

A small noise was heard from inside.

Then he opened the door and went in with Seogalma.

In the dark room, a lamp was on, and a red-haired woman was sitting on the bed, wearing a thin robe and crossing her legs.

She was none other than Baek Hye-hyang.

"this."

The two people who had come inside quickly turned their heads.

This was because Baek Hye-hyang, who was undressing, had a bandage wrapped around her chest.

As a woman, it could be embarrassing, but she didn't care at all.

“You must have attached someone?”

Baek Hye-hyang asked the two monks who had turned their heads.

To this Seogalma replied.

“I’ve attached it. That guy is probably also a member of the Murim Alliance.”

They were already convinced that the congressman who had just fled was a spy.

It was the only way for the Martial Arts Federation to naturally send in spies.

“I'm sure I'll be dead within a few days.”

“…….Maybe so.”

Seogalma answered bitterly.

Looking at him like that, Baek Hye-hyang snorted and said.

“This guy looks at me like I’m going to die at any moment.”

“…….Don’t overdo it. Even if Hae-hyung’s True Blood Gold Body Movement Technique controls the movement of blood, won’t it be able to prevent the bleeding from not stopping?”

Baek Hye-hyang bit her lip at Seogalma's words.

-Ugh!

I just changed the bandage, but my back is already starting to get a little damp.

Although the True Blood Gold System is continuously being improved and practiced, bleeding continues little by little.

“Damn cowardly sword.”

All of this was because of the fear sword.

Her back was cut by the fearful sword that Sal-heung Jeol-sim had.

But the bleeding from the area where the sword was cut does not stop.

'……If you get cut once, you won't last a month, if you get cut twice, you won't last a week, and if you get cut three times, you won't last a day.'

That was the legend of the Demon Sword and the Fearful Sword.

I just cut my back once, and the bleeding really wouldn't stop.

But she held on for over a month.

If it weren't for the Jinhyeolgeumche method, I might have really died from not being able to endure the bleeding.

“Did you find the Mansashinui?”

“…….Not yet.”

Information was blocked north of the Yangtze River, so we even mobilized Haomen to ask for help, but there was still no news.

She was gradually becoming weaker.

Just looking at his pale face, everyone could tell that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

Baek Hye-hyang spoke to the dark-faced Hae-ak-cheon.

“Master, no, Master. I will also go to the ambush operation tomorrow as planned.”

“No!”

Hae-ak-cheon spoke firmly, his expression heavy.

In her physical condition, it was difficult to just endure the True Blood Gold Body.

If you overdo it and the bleeding gets worse, the worst result will occur.

Even Ijon Seogalma gently tried to dissuade him.

“No, that won’t do. Now that the leader has disappeared, what if the vice-leader does something wrong….”

I couldn't bring myself to continue talking.

The Blood Cult was now in a state of crisis.

At times like these, the person who would be the center had to be safe.

“Fuck!”

Hae-ak-cheon couldn't hold back his anger.

If the murderous intent had not suddenly intervened, this situation would not have occurred.

Rather, he would have completely recovered the area south of the Yangtze River by killing the shaman's Taegeuk sword master, Jongseon Jinin.

Baek Hye-hyang said to those two venerable people.

“What if the leader of the five branches of the Murim Federation, the advance party, is Musangdo?”

"that……"

Her words caused both people to fall silent.

This is an assumption, but it is assumed that Musangdo will join the advance party alone.

If that happens, the power of the advance party will be doubled.

It would be great not only as a weapon but also as a fraud.

“This is a battle of the four realms. If I don’t go out now that he’s gone, who will raise the morale of our school? Is it the second or third realm?”

“……..”

It was an undeniable fact.

Baek Hye-hyang, who was wearing a tight bandage, stood up and said.

“They think I’m in critical condition anyway. If I show them that I’m still healthy in this situation, I can boost the morale of my troops and lower theirs.”

“Vice-Chief……”

-Swish! Bang!

Baek Hye-hyang stretched out her hand and sucked up the fake blood demon sword with the empty water, then spoke in a determined voice.

“I will join the fight tomorrow too.”

* * *

Early in the morning on the day of the final battle.

Baek Hye-hyang, who had been lying face down, turned around and lay down.

I was reluctant to lie down because of the bleeding, but my heart was beating so fast that it was difficult to lie face down.

No matter how confident she was, she couldn't help feeling extremely nervous.

The weight pressing down on my shoulders was too much.

'……Fuck.'

I started swearing without realizing it.

Tomorrow's battlefield could become a graveyard.

To be honest, I'm not afraid of dying at all.

-Die! You're useless! I'm telling you to die!

-I don't have high expectations for you, a woman.

The words of the dead ghosts that were ringing in my head were irritating.

These are the words that have tormented me my entire life.

'shut up.'

You can save your life even if you sacrifice countless followers.

But if that happens, everything he tried to prove will end up in vain.

Those years of running while gritting my teeth.

It becomes meaningless.

'It is more shameful to die without doing anything.'

And to that bitch who strangled him.

Even to that guy who didn't think of himself as a child.

I don't want to get that kind of shame.

Baek Hye-hyang looked up at the ceiling and stretched out her hand.

'My bed is not my grave.'

I clenched my fist.

The wound on my back was stinging, but that didn't matter.

If something goes wrong, what more can you do but die?

As I was calming down, someone's image flashed through my mind.

'Damn it.'

He gave up his seat and then disappeared, annoying me.

It's a feeling I'm feeling for the first time.

The feeling of missing someone.

It's probably of no use now.

'It wouldn't be a loss if I could see it when I'm dead.'

The corners of Baek Hye-hyang's mouth went up.

* * *

The five branches of the Martial Arts Federation, numbering seven thousand, are advancing past Heng-hyeon.

The headquarters of the Blood Sect is located in Yeongsan, which is like a natural fortress surrounded by numerous mountain ranges.

A great number of martial artists from the Jeongpa clan were crossing that mountain range.

It would have been easier to go down the mountain path if there were more people, but they chose a risky path because they could be ambushed if there was an ambush.

The one who stood at the forefront and led them was the current leader of the martial arts world, Musangdo Jeongcheon.

The martial artists were full of fraud.

The life of the leader of the Blood Cult was in danger, and even the supreme leader, the Iljon Bloodthirsty Sword Master Dan-Gang, had died.

On the other hand, they are led by Musangdo, who are said to be among the top five among the thirteen superhumans.

The victory was for the party.

"hmm."

Jeongcheon Mu-sang-do, who has a long beard reminiscent of Guan Yu.

He looked at the mist-covered mountains.

They say that they had to force their way through other places, but the mountain range they had to cross was steep and high on both sides, making it difficult for those with weak martial arts skills to climb.

'That must be the place.'

Mu Sang-do Jeongcheon was confident.

They say that the Blood Cult's forces are waiting in ambush there.

Jeongcheon, who had stopped, raised his hand and gave an order.

“Raise your shields, archers, prepare to counterattack.”

Even for the martial artists, the war was similar to that of the military until they clashed directly.

At Jeongcheon's command, the Jeongpa martial artists quietly raised their shields.

And those who had bows stood beside those who had shields.

“Just advance slowly.”

As they slowly moved forward, Mu Sang-do Jeong-cheon launched a new type towards the mountain range on the left.

At least one side was intended to prevent a surprise attack with its own hands.

'As expected.'

As I got closer, I felt numerous sounds.

This was the starting point of World War II, which took place just over twenty years later.

And he intended to use this as a starting point to put an end to the war.

-Papapapapa!

He was climbing the mountain range when he stepped on the air.

It was the so-called “empty-air step”, the pinnacle of lightness.

As he stepped onto the empty space and jumped to a completely unexpected place, Mu-Sang-Do Jeong-Cheon saw countless blood cultists lying in wait.

“Put the pressure down!”

Now that you've found the enemy, why hesitate?

He lifted up the Bodo Muildo and raised it with the power of the Ten Stars.

And he tried to send a visual aura that was so visual that it made the air ripple.

It was that very moment.

“Click, click! Free!”

Someone rushed towards him as he was about to strike down the sword wrapped in a blade that appeared with a sharp cry.

The large man wearing a hoodie was none other than Hae-ak-cheon.

His whole body was dyed red and he was emitting steam, looking just like a demon from hell.

“Weird?”

For a moment, Mu Sang-do Jeong-cheon couldn't hide his doubts.

The bizarre monster he knew was a master of the highest level, but seeing the momentum rushing in now, he had clearly gone beyond the wall and reached the realm of a superhuman.

'You hid your power.'

I had some idea that there would be a hidden card.

But I didn't care at all.

Anyway, I was proud that the gap between me and him, who had just overcome the wall, was as big as heaven and earth.

“Let’s have a go!”

'That's funny. I'll cut it in one go! And a free medal too!'

It was the moment when he was about to unfold his ultimate martial art, the Musangpaedo.

In addition to the bizarre Haeakcheon, someone was rushing towards him from the left.

A red-tinted sword with a demon mask.

'Blood horse?'

Something unexpected happened.

According to the spies, the blood horse was clearly in such bad shape that his life was in danger.

But it appeared contrary to expectations.

Mu Sang Do Jeong Cheon, who was trying to attack Hae Ak Cheon, changed the direction of the path and rotated his body.

-Whiriririk!

Since it was empty space, this was the only way to deal with both at the same time.

-Chachachachachachacha!

Three masters clashed in the air above the mountains.

Their cries clashed, sending out a loud crackling sound in all directions.

Although Hae-ak-cheon, who had become indestructible with his entire body made of diamond, was possessed by the secret technique of Jin-hyeol-geum-che, his skin would turn red whenever he was touched by the Tao of Mu-sang-do Jeong-cheon.

'Sharp.'

He was known as the best swordsman in the current martial arts world.

The sharpness contained in each and every diagram was truly remarkable.

-Papapapak! Car window!

In an instant, they landed on the top of the mountain range, having fought in the air for about ten seconds.

The amount of time he spent in the gym was usually on a different level from that of the experts.

The Blood Cultists surrounded the three masters in a circle, ready to attack at any time.

Looking at this, Mu Sang-do Jeongcheon smiled leisurely.

“Have you prepared yourself, Blood Lord?”

Baek Hye-hyang, wearing a demon mask, answered him with a distorted voice and a sly smile.

“You’re so fearless. Charging into the enemy lines alone.”

“This much is enough for the leader alone.”

Arrogant tone.

Yet no one took this lightly.

He was one of the top five among the thirteen superhumans and reached the highest level of Taoism.

The aura of intimidation he radiated was enough to make the hearts of the weak martial artists tremble.

Mu Sang-do Jeong-cheon spoke to Baek Hye-hyang, aiming for the path.

“Blood cult leader. You are being too pushy.”

"company?"

“I already know that you are a woman, and that the wounds you suffered from the assassination have not healed.”

"joy!"

Baek Hye-hyang laughed at his words.

Even though they spread fake information anyway, I expected that they would reveal that she was a woman when they took her pulse.

It didn't matter whether the leader was a man or a woman.

Baek Hye-hyang took off her demon mask.

Her face was revealed along with her fluttering red hair.

“…….I’m surprised. She was such a young woman.”

Mu Sang-do Jeongcheon let out a small exclamation.

I never thought that the leader of the Blood Cult, whose gender and face were hidden, would be such a young and beautiful woman.

'The eyes look quite fierce, though.'

The review ended here.

Regardless of whether they were a man or a woman, they were the leaders of the blood cult.

Killing her here would have been a virtual victory for the party.

'…..The injury clearly hasn't healed.'

What I am sure of is that his martial arts skills were weaker than the rumors.

It feels like nothing more than a chin-up on a wall.

That alone makes him a master at the top of the martial arts world, but even at this level, it wouldn't be difficult for him to do it.

“Do you have anything long to say? Come on, you two.”

Mu Sang-do Jeongcheon made a gesture with one hand to call for help.

At this, Baek Hye-hyang smiled and said.

“I’m sorry, but this isn’t a situation where I can save face.”

Among the cultists, some extraordinary individuals walked out.

They were the rest of the lords and blood relatives.

There were some excellent masters in the five branches of the Martial Arts Federation, but if they could only kill their leader and the highest-ranking leader, Jeong Man-man of Musangdo, their chances of victory would change.

Looking at them approaching, Mu Sang-do Jeong-cheon muttered.

“It’s the same here anyway.”

The situation would be over if the leader and top executives of the Blood Cult were killed.

And if the first one is the leader of the blood cult, he can break the morale of all of them at once.

There was no need to drag it out.

'The Greatest Mirror!'

It was a cutting edge technique that he could boast of as the best in his boastful free swordsmanship.

-Pot!

In an instant, his new form disappeared.

No one noticed his movements.

This was because his new form and sword had already reached Baek Hye-hyang before she could react.

The only one who noticed this was Hae-ak-cheon.

"this guy!!"

Hae-ak-cheon barely managed to reach forward and swing his fist.

However, Jeongcheon cleverly avoided this by stepping on the law and rushed towards Baek Hye-hyang's neck.

“Huh!”

Thanks to the Haeakcheon, the path was twisted for a very brief moment, and Baek Hye-hyang noticed it.

Then, he unleashed the third form of the Blood Heavenly Sword, Gyeongwonmuhyeol (勁原武血).

It was to concentrate energy at the tip of the sword to create a penetrating force and strike down Jeongcheon's path.

but,

-Car window!

The moment when the sword and the sword collide.

'ah!'

The fake blood demon sword ended up being broken.

Although it was said to be fake, it was a treasured sword, and it was shattered so meaninglessly.

But there was no time to be surprised.

The sword of Jeongcheon, which had shattered the fake blood demon sword, was drawing towards her neck.

'You can avoid it.'

The speed of the sword decreased as it collided with the sword.

Baek Hye-hyang tried to twist her body in a hurry,

'Hah!'

I felt a tearing pain on my back where it had touched the fear sword.

I was barely able to control it, but the wound was burst by the internal diameter that dug in while colliding with Jeongcheon's help.

'Is it the end?'

For a split second, time seems to slow down.

As I was facing death, all sorts of things came to mind.

I'm not scared.

I had been prepared for this, and the invincibility of the Mu-Sang-Do Jeong-Cheon was beyond my imagination.

But something is missing.

Will I be able to see him when I die?

It was at that time.

-Chaeaeaeaeaa!

The sword of the Wusangdo Jeongcheon flying towards her neck was blocked by the red-tinted sword.

-Rrrrrrrrr!

Jeongcheon's new form was instantly pushed back five steps.

'!!!'

Baek Hye-hyang's eyes trembled.

Fluttering red hair, just like her own, reflected in her red pupils.

She was watching this absentmindedly, and then she screamed as if she was overcome with emotion.

"Where have you been? Come crawl here now!"

ⓒ Hanjungwolya