Absolute Sword Sense Chapter 318

<Episode 103 Real (1)>

“If you can help Lee Jeong-gyeom escape from the fortress safely, what can you do for me?”

'!?'

Baek Hyang-muk looked at me with a frown at my question.

I guess what I'm saying isn't easily understood.

Baek Hyang-muk, who had been staring at me like that, said.

“…….Are you really able to remove the evil spirit from that child?”

I nodded to that question.

In fact, if you are possessed by the spirit of the fearful sword, you can return it to its original state with the power of the heavenly power that can control your thoughts.

I just need to absorb the hundred thousand that was written on Lee Jeong-gyeom.

“They said the same thing to me.”

“I pride myself on being much safer than that method.”

At least it's better than the magic pill.

Rather than escaping the demonic realm with the magic poison, you will be controlled by it.

Baek Hyang-muk looks at me as if lost in thought.

He soon opened his mouth.

“Descendant of the Sword Master, I believe that your words are not empty, considering the many mysterious things you have shown me so far.”

“What are you going to do if I do that?”

“If you can really get that kid to stop being so stubborn, I’ll give you anything as long as it doesn’t go against the grain.”

“An answer like that is ambiguous.”

Isn't it true that morality is ultimately determined by people?

Baek Hyang-muk's eyebrows rose at my words.

Looking at your expression,

-Is this human really a descendant of Geomseon? I think so.

Sodamgeom said, giggling.

Well, it seems to be roughly similar.

But even though I am a descendant of Geomseon, I have not officially entered Taoism.

I have the right to live the way I want.

Baek Hyang-muk, who had been thinking for a moment, soon spoke to me.

“Very well. If you don’t want me to indiscriminately slaughter the political party members, I will do whatever you want.”

This is a twisted way of picking on me for killing the leader of the Huanglongdang, Murong Xiu, and the later Jishu.

I think he was quite uncomfortable about that.

I nibbled at his words.

“I did it to respond to their threats, but the number of people you have killed so far is countless.”

Baek Hyang-muk was speechless at these words.

It's funny that someone with so many weaknesses can win against me with words.

In the end, Baek Hyang-muk had to promise me that she would grant me anything I wanted.

“It is the right choice.”

“…….If I can cure my disciple, I can endure anything as a teacher.”

I'm not a member of the National Assembly, and the concept of treatment is… Huh!?

Suddenly something flashed through my mind.

That was the very essence of Mansasin.

I had solved the other questions to some extent, but the only thing I couldn't figure out was why Mansasin had the Slaughter and Death Shield.

Has Sal-heung ever been injured or had anything like that happen to him?

The first owner of the fear sword and Lee Jeong-gyeom had no connection to it.

“Why are you doing that?”

When I made a face without saying anything, Baek Hyang-muk asked, seeming puzzled.

I was staring at him blankly,

[The personality that had been possessed by the spirit was still alive, and it was waiting for its time to grow stronger.]

I recalled what Baek Hyang-muk had said.

Here a question arises.

Let's say, as he says, that all of this is the work of a personality possessed by a demon.

Baek Hyang-muk said she didn't remember when Lee Jeong-gyeom's personality changed.

But even that was only for a very short time, and in the meantime, he committed so many murders and even committed the atrocity of murdering his other teacher.

You have no doubts about that blank space you can't remember?

I asked Baek Hyang-muk.

“Has Lee Jeong-gyeom ever questioned himself or anything like that?”

“What does that mean?”

Baek Hyang-muk looked puzzled by my question, and then her face hardened.

I guess he understood what I meant when I asked.

“The god of war I met before had a weapon that was extremely dangerous. At the time, I didn’t have any particular doubts, but don’t you think it’s strange?”

At those words, Baek Hyang-muk's eyes trembled.

I ignored it and continued talking.

“What if Lee Jeong-gyeom went to Mansashinui and asked for Yang-uishin Gong to be blocked or took some other action?”

Baek Hyang-muk spoke with a trembling voice.

“Are you saying that the child has been under the control of a possessed personality all along?”

* * *

Same time.

A masked man is carrying someone on his shoulders as he walks through the forest.

The masked man, who had been running at a fast speed, stopped in a place with few people.

The masked man stopped and looked around nervously. Once he was sure that no one was there, he put down someone he was carrying on his shoulder.

That someone was none other than Lee Jeong-gyeom, the leader of the Cheongryongdang and disciple of the Infinite Sword Baek Hyang-muk.

The masked man took something out of his bosom.

They were needles coated with some kind of sticky liquid.

'Shall we begin?'

The masked man who had Lee Jeong-gyeom sit down tried to stick a needle into the acupoint on his head.

It was that very moment.

-widely!

Someone grabbed the masked man's wrist.

He was none other than Lee Jeong-gyeom himself.

The masked man's eyes narrowed.

“You…how did you solve the blood clot?”

-Whoaaaaah!

In response to his question, Lee Jeong-gyeom silently tried to bend his wrist.

"cheeky!"

Then the masked man slashed him in the back.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was trying to break his wrist, pushed the floor with his palm and jumped up close.

Lee Jeong-gyeom jumped up and spun around, kicking the masked man's head.

-Papak!

However, the masked man easily blocked his kick and even counterattacked.

A dazzling long sword of a masked man that creates dozens of afterimages.

Lee Jeong-gyeom spread out his tactics and created some distance behind him.

'Look at this guy. He can do this much without a sword?'

Lee Jeong-gyeom's martial arts skills, which he felt through his senses, had reached a peak, but it was not to the point where he could not subdue him.

But he blocked and avoided all of his own attacks.

'Then how about this?'

The masked man's new form quickly dived in front of Lee Jeong-gyeom.

The masked man's sword, which he had dug into, aimed for Lee Jeong-gyeom's face with lightning-quick precision.

I thought that with this level of speed, it was absolutely unavoidable.

But before the spear could reach him, Lee Jeong-gyeom narrowly avoided it by tilting his head back.

'this guy?'

As if he knew the attack was coming.

The moment he saw that cold expression staring sharply at him, the masked man felt goosebumps for some reason.

The masked man distanced himself from the law, feeling some kind of uneasy feeling.

'This guy, no way…….'

At the moment when he was about to have doubts, Lee Jeong-gyeom's new form rushed towards him.

* * *

I nodded to Baek Hyang-muk, who had reached the same conclusion.

Baek Hyang-muk was so shocked mentally that she even staggered.

I spoke to him as if to comfort him.

“I’m not sure.”

“What does that mean?”

“Because we can’t be sure that the death-defying and ruthless sword that Mansasin-ui obtained was obtained from Lee Jeong-gyeom.”

The only one who knew the exact truth was Mansasin.

Depending on when he gets the badge, it is determined whether he will die a great or great death.

However, there was no need to check this.

“And even if you continue to be possessed by that personality anyway, it won’t make a difference. If you remove that spirit, it will return to how it was before.”

Baek Hyang-muk, who was frozen in shock at my words, said.

“Is that really possible?”

“If you remove the spirit.”

If you just absorb the soul, it will return to how it was before.

My only concern is that I've been under the influence of the White for so long that I might be losing my mind.

That remains to be seen.

Baek Hyang-muk, who was looking at me, spoke in a voice full of determination.

“I will trust you.”

I would be very disappointed if I could not repay your trust.

Then Baek Hyang-muk frowned and spoke to me.

"ah!"

“Why is that?”

“I think we should hurry. They might change their plans because they thought Nobu was dead, and they might hurry and aim for Jeonggyeom.”

“I see.”

There was some truth to that.

Then I took out the pouch containing whatever I wanted from my bosom and put my hand in.

What I took out was the Namcheon Iron Sword.

Baek Hyang-muk's eyes widened as if she found it fascinating every time she saw it.

Since I'm returning to the Martial Arts Federation, shouldn't I return as a Sogeomseon?

'Namcheon.'

-i get it.

The Namcheon Iron Sword rose to the surface and showed its sword face, allowing it to fly.

So I climbed up onto the sword.

And he said to Baek Hyang-muk.

“I have to hurry, so I’ll go first.”

“Okay, I understand.”

As soon as I heard his answer, I flew up on the Namcheon Iron Sword.

It's much faster than going to Gyeonggong.

A master as skilled as Baek Hyang-muk would be able to catch up to him in no time, even if it wasn't to the level of a sword flying.

-Shoot!

I flew across the night sky at incredible speed.

In just a few minutes, the castle of the Martial Arts Federation and the surrounding villages became visible in the distance.

It was natural since I was flying in a straight line, ignoring the mountain range.

I thought I would arrive soon, but at that moment I had no choice but to stop.

'Namcheon. Stop.'

-But why?

The Namcheon Iron Sword stopped flying at my command.

I lowered my head and looked down.

A chillingly sharp aura was openly revealing its murderous intent to me.

As I looked there, I saw a small figure that looked like a person.

'You noticed me.'

The little figure below, flying at a fairly high altitude, deliberately showed off his aura as if to let me know that he was watching me.

If the energy were just average, it might be possible to just ignore it, but at this level, it is no exaggeration to say that it has surpassed the barrier of a superhuman.

I can't help but feel a sense of hostility towards someone like that.

'I have to go down.'

-i get it.

I rode the Namcheon Iron Sword and headed towards where Inyoung was.

And as soon as I got close, I jumped down right away.

Inyoung sitting on something like a rock with her arms crossed.

The moonlight that had been hidden by the clouds was revealed, revealing his face.

“Lee Jeong-gyeom.”

That guy was none other than Lee Jeong-gyeom.

Although I didn't show it on the outside, I couldn't hide my surprise inside.

I felt an intense aura from him that made me wonder how he had managed to hide it all this time.

It was completely different from his usual lethargic and bothered-by-everything feeling.

It was extremely sharp and keen.

I told him that.

“You’ve hidden yourself well.”

Lee Jeong-gyeom laughed at my words.

It's a completely different look from the guy I knew.

Everyone has left, but it seems that for now, the personality is clearly possessed by the spirit of the fearful sword.

Lee Jeong-gyeom told me.

“I really appreciate you going out of the castle to avoid attention.”

“You speak as if you had been waiting for me.”

“I’ve been waiting. You don’t know how I feel about leaving you alone.”

“Are you going to leave me alone?”

At my words, the guy snickered and said something incomprehensible.

“The time has come and your usefulness has been fulfilled. It is time to kill you.”

-Pot!

As soon as he finished speaking, the bastard's new form blurred and he arrived in front of me in an instant.

The bastard extended his sword towards my forehead at incredible speed.

It's as if the air is being torn apart and is about to penetrate everything.

however,

-Swish!

The bastard's sword stopped right in front of his nose.

Because I grabbed his wrist.

-Paaaaang!

We managed to catch it, but the force of the wind contained in the sword was so strong that a strong wind pressure arose around the two of us, causing the trees around us to snap and sway.

-Thud! Thud! Thud!

'Is it possible to hide such enormous aerodynamic power?'

I couldn't believe it.

In terms of aerodynamics alone, he was superior to Baek Hyang-muk, who had surpassed the barrier of superhumans.

How on earth did you hide your inner strength?

Even if the sensitivity of the mind is high, this is an incomprehensible phenomenon.

That was when.

'no?'

The force holding the guy's hand dispersed.

As his aerodynamics weakened, the sword of the guy who had been holding his wrist shook it off and tried to stab him between the eyebrows.

So I struck it with my left hand and took five steps back.

'Wasn't that the ability of the fear sword?'

The guy wasn't holding a sword right now.

How did you disperse your power without a sword?

While I was wondering, the guy started talking nonsense.

“If it’s just this much, it’s a huge disappointment.”

“You look so proud.”

“Do your best. Otherwise, if you let your guard down even for a moment, you’ll die.”

-Gooooooo!

A tremendous amount of murderous aura emanated from the guy.

I think this is the first time I've seen such a tangible killing intent that it touches my skin.

In an instant, the guy reached out to me again and opened his sword.

Because of the sharp swords in the swordsmanship, it feels like you are performing a swordsmanship with a treasure sword even without a sword.

-Chatter chatter chatter chatter!

A peerless sword that tears through the air and presses down.

As expected, it was a perfect inspection without any flaws, just as I had heard from Baek Hyang-muk.

So I opened the wind chime.

-Slurp!

The new model dispersed like fog and I soon found myself behind the guy.

The guy who immediately noticed that I appeared behind him spun around and deployed his sword.

My censorship was even faster than that.

-Shoot!

If you stab him in the eye, he'll die, so I aimed for the chest.

"joy!"

Lee Jeong-gyeom quickly grabbed my wrist with his left hand, just like I had done.

Then, the energy that had been recorded on the sword began to disperse.

The guy said with the corners of his mouth raised.

“You should have just learned that contact is poisonous.”

“Then let this flow too.”

"what?"

Before the bastard could finish his questioning, I clenched the hand that was holding the sword into a fist and stepped forward, stepping on the ground.

He tried to release the power contained in the book.

But then the bastard's expression suddenly became distorted.

"this…."

My fist struck the guy in the chest while his wrist was still held.

-Boom! Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwak!

At that moment, the new model of the bastard flew out like a shell, breaking all the trees behind him.

It flew so far that it broke and fell on dozens of thick, old trees.

Sodamgeom asked me in surprise.

-How did you do it?

What should I do? What should I do?

I didn't do it half-heartedly, I just went all out.

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