Absolute Sword Sense Chapter 295

<Episode 96: The best horse of all time (1)>

The face of Baek Wi-hyang, the third military commander of the Murim Alliance, hardened.

For a moment he doubted his ears.

'Who cut this neck?'

If it is as the messenger told him, then he is the Blood Demon.

'You dressed up as a messenger?'

My head is getting complicated.

The leader of the Blood Cult appeared before this great army disguised as a messenger.

But if he really was a blood demon, it was not a situation to be surprised.

Baek Wi-hyang hurriedly took his hands off the sword.

And I tried to fly the new model backwards,

-Bam!

“Ugh!”

The messenger stepped on his foot like lightning.

It was so painful that I felt like all the bones in my toes were crushed.

"soldier!"

“What is this?”

“You are not the messenger of the Blind!”

Now, the heads of each clan and each sect, who had realized that something was wrong, shouted.

Of course, he wasn't the only one who shouted like this.

Several martial arts masters, including Hyungsan Ilgeom Jo Cheong-un, jumped off their horses, drew their weapons, and tried to rush at them.

however,

-Swish!

“Ugh!”

I had to stop at the sight of Baek Wi-hyang, the third general, being held by the neck by the messenger's hands.

If they got even a little closer, it would have been like breaking my neck.

Peng Sa-yong, the head of the Habuk Peng family, shouted when he saw the head of the martial arts alliance leader, Mu Sang-do Jeong-cheon, rolling on the floor.

“You are not a messenger. Identify yourself immediately.”

The messenger who was holding Baek Wi-hyang's neck stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

It was as if he was telling me to be quiet.

Since the leader was dead, the commander of this punitive force was Baek Wi-hyang, who was a military man by rank, so no one could move rashly.

“It’s quiet now.”

The messenger smiled brightly at the three-armed general Baek Wi-hyang who was caught by the neck.

That laughter gave Baek Wi-hyang goosebumps all over her body.

He was smiling, but his eyes were so lively that they made my stomach churn.

'What the heck is this guy doing?'

It seems that I am the only one who has heard of this person's identity.

It was clear that he had cut off the leader's head with his own mouth, but it seemed like the other lords had not heard it.

It wasn't even a method of smuggling.

'Blood horse! This guy is a blood horse!'

I wanted to shout out right then and there.

But I couldn't open my mouth because my life was in danger.

'Fuck.'

In this situation, the only person who can save his own life is himself.

In that case, I had to use my wits to get out.

Baek Wi-hyang, who had barely calmed down her trembling, opened her mouth with difficulty.

“How about we let go of this hand and talk for now? Even if you take the military hostage, there are so many….”

"fizzle."

He made Baek Wi-hyang, who was trying to say something, say nothing.

Then he said something I couldn't understand.

“I’m going to tell you now why you have to die, General Baek.”

“What? What are you….”

It was that very moment.

As soon as Military Baek Wi-hyang met the messenger's eyes, an unfamiliar sight unfolded before his eyes.

It seemed like I was seeing myself through someone else's eyes.

But these were scenes I had never seen before, so much so that I wondered if something like this had ever happened.

'What the heck is this?…'

It seemed like so many things were flowing by.

Just like a fleeting moment.

He wanted to escape from this illusion, but he had no choice.

Then, soon, someone appeared crying pitifully.

[Please spare me. I will keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life. You are killing a third-rate warrior like me who has not even mastered my inner strength…]

[Did you read it?]

[yes?]

[You read it, right? The Swordsman's Record. That's another reason why you have to die.]

It was my own appearance, but I never thought I would look this vile.

But the illusion that seemed to flow like water stopped there.

At that moment, Baek Wi-hyang saw the eyes of someone who seemed to be her own.

A man's face was reflected in those eyes.

The man's face, covered with scars and traces of hardship, looked very similar to someone else.

I was sure I had seen that face somewhere, but strangely it was hard to tell who it was.

Then, suddenly, someone's face flashed through my mind.

'So Yun-hwi?'

Clearly, the face reflected in his eyes was that of Lee Shin-seong, or rather, So-geom-seon So-un-hui.

He looked rough and had signs of having suffered, but it was definitely him.

I couldn't figure out the English translation.

It was something he had never experienced before.

But if the visions he had seen so far were true, then this was something that had happened to So Woon-Hwi, who was completely different from the one he was seeing.

Then someone appeared in front of him.

'You bastard!'

It was the messenger, no, the blood horse.

I couldn't figure out what on earth he was doing.

'Where the hell am I? Why are you showing me this?'

-I showed you why you had to die.

'What on earth is the reason I have to die….'

-Knock knock knock! Knock knock!

'no?'

Then suddenly the blood demon's face began to distort.

Then, it soon changed into someone else's face, and Baek Wi-hyang couldn't hide her embarrassment when she saw this.

The face that the blood horse had changed into was none other than Sogeomseon So Yun-hui.

The military Baekwihyang was in utter confusion.

'What the heck is this……'

Why did the blood horse transform into the short swordsman, who is called the hero of the sect?

I couldn't tell if this was an illusion or not.

The blood horse that had become the face of the sword spoke to him.

– In Sapa, they call me a blood demon, and in Jeongpa, they call me a small swordsman.

'!!!'

The moment he heard those words, Military Baek Wi-hyang felt a thrill beyond shock.

If this is true, isn't the Blood Demon deceiving the Jeongpa Murim, or rather the entire world?

'That's ridiculous. That can't be true.'

The blood horse that had become the short sword spoke to him, who could not help but be astonished.

-The current leader is dead and the previous leader has been deposed, so the Martial Arts Federation will soon elect a new leader.

'……!?'

In that moment, countless pictures appeared in Baek Wi-hyang's mind.

It was the worst thing that could have ever happened.

'No! That can't happen…..'

-Swish!

'Ugh!'

At that moment, the blood horse that had become the short sword grabbed his neck.

And he said with a big smile.

-All of this is the future you created. With those hands, you called for your own death, and you also decided the future of the Jeongpa martial arts world.

'Ugh…what the…you…'

-At that time, I was just a member of the Hwangryongdang of the Martial Arts Federation, a group that wasn't even worth calling by name, and a spy of the Blood Cult.

'what……'

-Isn't that funny? I used to be a hero of the sect and now I'm the leader of the Blood Cult.

'Ugh ugh…..'

It was strange.

I was out of breath.

It was clear that the events unfolding before my eyes were an illusion caused by magic.

But as the neck that was being held was gradually tightened, I couldn't breathe.

Then suddenly he realized the reality.

He said that he was already obsessed with this guy before he even saw it.

“Stop it, you punk!”

"soldier!"

A scream was heard.

He was back in reality, and the messenger was grabbing his throat right in front of him.

My throat was choked and I was having trouble breathing, and my eyes gradually became blurry.

'I have to tell you. Ino… that guy… is a swordsman… and a blood horse…'

I had to say something, but my mouth wouldn't open.

The messenger smiled brightly at him and said:

“It would be meaningless to die without knowing. Isn’t that right?”

“Ugh…ugh…you!”

-Knock knock!

In an instant, his neck snapped.

Military officer Baek Wi-hyang, whose pupils were trembling, lowered his head.

It was the end of his life.

* * *

'Ahhhh!'

It's a feeling that can't be described in words.

I've wished countless times for this opportunity to come before I die, before I return.

Military officer Baek Wi-hyang, who used good intentions to satisfy his own desires and killed me.

He finally died in my hands.

I remembered someone telling me that revenge was futile and meaningless.

But I want to tell him to clean it up.

After killing him, I felt relieved as if a part of my blocked chest had been cleared.

-I achieved one of the goals I wanted to achieve.

okay.

I've been hoping for that so long.

I could have killed him back then, but I held back.

But even if I finally kill him, I have the strength to handle the aftermath.

Now, if I just kill Mo Yongsu, I can resolve all the grudges I had before the return.

-Shouldn't we solve this first before that?

That's right.

After Baek Wi-hyang died, I was at a loss for a moment, and one of the masters of the Martial Arts Federation who had been keeping his distance rushed towards me with a fierce attitude.

Looking at his face, it was Peng Sa-yong, the head of the Habuk Pengga clan.

“Inooooooooohh!”

The energy that came out of him was extraordinary, as expected from a master of the highest level.

That technique that cuts through the air like a lightning strike is probably the ultimate form of the Honwonbyeokryeokdo that Peng Ga is proud of.

As he opened his palm, the dead Baek Wi-hyang's sword that had fallen to the floor was sucked into his hand.

“Slow.”

I swung my sword towards the edge of Peng Sa-yong's Honwonbyeokdo.

There was no need to even examine the Blood Heavenly Sword.

The gap between him and me is such that he can produce powers as powerful as a sword simply by swinging his sword.

-Chaeaeaeaeng!

The moment the sword and the sword clashed, Peng Sa-yong couldn't help but be shocked.

This may be because they realized that they were completely out of competition in aerodynamics.

I pushed him away with force.

“Huk!”

The new model of Peng Sa-yong was thrown back more than twenty paces.

The masters of the Martial Arts Federation tried to take him down, but they were injured and thrown back by the internal energy carried by Peng Sa-yong's body.

-Papapapapang!

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

“What, what is this!”

The vanguard of the Martial Arts Federation was completely shattered by Pang Sa-yong.

Dozens of people fell down, unable to get up, groaning.

Everyone was unable to hide their bewilderment at this sight.

I thought he was someone hiding his identity, but who would have thought that his power would be enough to bring down even the most powerful of masters in one move?

Then a middle-aged man wearing a blue uniform walked forward and said.

“……..You are truly as bold as Wuwei. Blood Demon.”

He was Jo Cheong-un, the best swordsman of the Hyeongsan faction.

Jo Cheong-woon was sharply raising his momentum.

I knew this moment would come someday, but I never thought it would be today.

The reactions of the executives and warriors of the martial arts alliance at the forefront to Hyungsan Ilgeom’s words were nothing short of spectacular.

"no!"

“Blood horse!”

“You came alone?”

-Whoosh, hoosh!

You would never have guessed that I would appear as a messenger.

So it was natural that it became noisy.

Hyungsan Ilgeom Jo Cheong-un raised his sword and shouted loudly.

“The enemy of this alliance, the Blood Demon, has appeared! Prepare for battle!”

“Prepare for battle!”

The executives of the Martial Arts Federation, who had been surprised by his shout, regained their senses and repeated.

Then, all the martial artists of the 8,000-strong Martial Arts Federation drew their weapons and lined up in battle formation.

Certainly, the momentum was extraordinary, perhaps because it was the main force of the Martial Arts Federation.

It is absurd to compare it to the power of the branch union.

-What are you going to do?

-We must kill them all. They are enemies of the Blood Cult.

The Blood Demon Sword urged them to kill him.

Well, that could be the right answer, but it's a problem that they include Hyeongsanpa and Jinjueonga.

Jinju Eon-ga's Yeong-in was close friends with Yeong-yeong, and Hyeong-san-pa was that child's disciple.

If I kill them, that child will resent me a lot.

-What are you going to do? They're about to risk their lives and fight anyway.

I chuckled.

If the momentum is rising, you have to break it.

I took the demon mask out of my bosom and covered my face.

And it caused salt to rise and became a blood demon.

“This can’t be happening…."

“Your hair turned blood red.”

“It’s really a blood demon.”

The martial artists of the Martial Arts Federation were becoming increasingly wary of this change in me.

But no one dared to move.

I saw the best martial artist in the Martial Arts Federation, Mu Sang-do Jeong-cheon, die by my hand, and the best martial artist, Pang Sa-yong, get defeated in one move, so I'm extremely nervous.

At that moment, Hyungsan Ilgeom Jo Cheong-un shouted.

“Listen, you warriors of the alliance! The leader, the soldiers, and countless comrades of the alliance have lost their lives at the hands of the Blood Demon! Their hot blood cries out underground, so how can you show fear!”

“That’s right! If I can’t kill the Blood Demon even if I have to bury my bones here today, then many more of my fellow martial artists will die!”

Jinju Eonga's head of household, Ungwangwoon, intervened.

It was intended to boost stagnant morale.

But you don't think I'll just watch this happen.

I opened my mouth, concentrating my energy.

“Listen, Martial Arts Federation.”

The voice echoed in all directions.

Because it was a weapon that carried a lot of power like a lion's afterlife, those with weak internal energy covered their ears in pain.

“Huh!”

“Wh, what are you talking about…”

-Pot!

Perhaps sensing a sense of crisis at my shout, Hyungsan Ilgeom Jo Cheong-un and Jinju Eon-ga’s head of household Ungwang-un simultaneously launched a new attack.

It's such a coincidence that these two are attacking me at the same time.

I really didn't want to mix hands with those two, but they were the ones leading this force right now, so I couldn't help it.

-Chatter chatter chatter chatter chatter!

Two masters who skillfully combine their skills while displaying their own unique abilities.

I dodged their swords by lightly moving my upper body, and then quickly took advantage of the gap and caught the blades of both of their swords with both hands.

-Chaang!

"no!"

At the same time, Jo Cheong-un and Eon Gwang-un were shocked when the sword was caught.

Since two of the highest level masters attacked at the same time, I guess they thought it would be a good match.

“Even the Mu Sang Do couldn’t even endure two meals, so what did you think you could do to me?”

"what?"

Their eyes shook at those words.

“Get out.”

-Kkuuk! Taeang!

I swung the swords they were holding.

And when he flicked it, the sword that had been bent returned to its original state, and the force contained in it pushed their new form back more than ten steps.

-Rrrrrrrrr!

“Ugh!”

“Huh!”

They are the ones who gritted their teeth and endured the aftermath of the attack from ten steps away.

In fact, he could have caused severe internal injuries like the head of the Pang family, but he was only pushed away.

I guess I saved face.

'Prince Cho. I wonder if you know my consideration.'

If Ikyangsoga had not made a death sentence or a priesthood, and if it weren't for Yeongyeong's 400, they would have taken proper action.

-Shouldn't you be thanking your younger sister, Yeong-yeong, rather than you?

Well, that's true too.

I shouted again, increasing my aerodynamics.

“I, from now on, am going to give you a chance to save your lives.”

At my words, Jinju Eon-ga's Ungwang-un shouted.

“Shut up! This man does not compromise with the Blood Cult…."

As soon as those words were out of my mouth, I took a big step towards the floor.

-Bang!

A loud noise erupted as the ground shattered.

Then, all of a sudden, hundreds of warriors at the forefront of the Martial Arts Federation's ranks rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.

-Thud! Thud!

The best warriors at the level of Moonju barely managed to hold on, but in an instant, the front ranks were emptied.

At this sight, Jinju Eon-ga's Ungwang-un swallowed his saliva and muttered.

“…….Tongue, Blood Demon Lord Limbo!”

ⓒ Hanjungwolya