Absolute Sword Sense Chapter 320

<Episode 103 Real (3)>

Just before coming here,

Someone appeared in front of Baek Hyang-muk, who had subdued the running masked man.

He was none other than his disciple, Lee Jeong-gyeom.

The lively energy flowing from Lee Jeong-gyeom was completely different from the pure and pure nature of the Taegeuk swordsmanship that he and his fellow Taegeuk swordsman, Jin-in, had taught.

Rather, it was no different from the spirit of an evil spirit.

“Master……”

He quickly hid his aura, but it was already too late.

Baek Hyang-muk aimed her sword at him and urged him on.

“Since when have you been lying?”

“Master, what do you mean, disciple…..”

“Aren’t you asking since when I started lying?”

“……..”

Lee Jeong-gyeom couldn't open his mouth at Baek Hyang-muk's repeated urging.

I glanced at the masked man and sighed.

It's as if he had hoped this day would never come.

“As expected, you knew.”

Baek Hyang-muk let out a sigh at his words.

As the descendant of Geomseon had guessed, his disciple seemed to have been possessed by the spirit of the fearful sword all along.

It was horrifying how much I had been deceiving myself up until now.

Baek Hyang-muk, who was gripped by a strong sense of betrayal, spoke to him with a frown.

“You must have been laughing at the old man for not noticing all along.”

Lee Jeong-gyeom tilted his head at his words and answered urgently.

“How could I laugh at you, Master? I am always grateful to you, Master, for believing in me and keeping quiet even though I was possessed by the demonic spirit of the demon sword.”

"what?"

Baek Hyang-muk couldn't hide her surprise at those words.

I always thought he was possessed by a demon, but his answer now is no different than usual.

It was the disciple Lee Jeong-gyeom that he knew.

Baek Hyang-muk asked him.

“…….Weren’t you possessed by a spirit?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t you know that I was fighting a demon?”

'!?'

Baek Hyang-muk couldn't understand English.

What does it mean to fight the Sword Spirit?

Then what on earth happened with all the brutal killings and the death of the Supreme Supreme Sword Master Jinin up until now?

“You fought against the demon? So you remember everything?”

“…….Yes. If it weren’t for the help of the adult of Mansasin, I wouldn’t have known that I was possessed by the spirit of the sword until the end.”

“Help from the gods?”

Only then was the doubt about Mansashinui that the descendant of Geomseon had spoken of resolved.

* * *

“Have you been imitating my disciple all this time?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, whose skin was darkened by Baek Hyang-muk's words, laughed.

What does this laughter mean?

Baek Hyang-muk, full of anger, hurled a red flag like lightning.

It was a move that seemed like it would cut everything in two in one breath, but Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, cut it off with just a light stroke of his sword.

-Whack!

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who had his teeth cut off and dyed black, said:

“Imitate it. It’s fun.”

"what?"

“Who imitated whom?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, swung his sword while saying those words.

Then, a sharp aura covered in black mist flew straight towards the two priests.

Lee Jeong-gyeom leapt forward and stretched out his hand toward the flying arrow.

Then, before the arrow could even reach his hand, it flew away and bounced upward.

-Whack!

It was the number of grafting of Lee Hwa that Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, showed off.

But what's surprising is that while the black-dyed Lee Jeong-gyeom can only send out energy if they touch him directly, the Lee Jeong-gyeom that appears with Baek Hyang-muk sends it out before they even touch.

The sensitivity to energy is beyond imagination.

“It really is a natural talent.”

Even Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, admitted this and said such things.

But I asked outright if there was one thing I didn't understand.

“But how are you enduring the power of the fear sword?”

“There’s no reason for me to tell you that.”

-Pot!

With those words, Lee Jeong-gyeom and Baek Hyang-muk simultaneously launched Shinhyeong.

Those priests seemed to have noticed that this blackened Lee Jeong-gyeom was unusual, so they tried to subdue him with a combined attack.

But they had no choice but to stop halfway.

This was because Lee Jeong-gyeom, who had turned black, had already pulled out his long needle and was aiming at me.

Baek Hyang-muk shouted at him.

“How cowardly. Can’t you just let him go right now?”

At his urging, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, laughed and said.

“What a serious misunderstanding.”

“What?”

“This guy is more dangerous than you guys. Do you think dealing with you guys will be difficult?”

As soon as he finished saying that, the bastard hurled a long needle at me.

-Swish! Phu!

“Ugh!”

The needle went straight through the area where the heart is.

The pain felt even more burning than when the dantian was penetrated.

“Hey, little brother!”

"this guy!"

Baek Hyang-muk and Lee Jeong-gyeom were shocked and shouted when they saw the heart pierced through the needle.

As if he was enjoying their reaction, Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, looked at me and grinned.

“Did you think I would just leave the ceasefire alone?”

“Ugh.”

“It’ll be painful. The bloodletting needles are designed so that the sharp protrusions stick together and don’t fall off even when the body regenerates.”

It looks like it was prepared meticulously.

It seems that you set a trap by assuming that I also have excellent recovery abilities.

The guy turned his head away from me and said.

“Taste the helplessness of not being able to do anything. I will kill you last.”

And then the guy started walking towards them.

Baek Hyang-muk shouted at him and threw a sword at him.

“Inoooom!”

Baek Hyang-muk, who had been stretching out like a falcon gliding towards its prey, opened his eyes towards him.

It was the Blood Ra Sword Heaven, the sword of the Blood Heaven Sword.

Although it was not at the level of extreme, the Blood Ra Sword Heaven displayed by the hands of a peerless swordsman like Baek Hyang-muk was close to perfection.

however,

-Papapapapak!

Surprisingly, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, stood still and easily blocked it.

Even the power contained in the sword was released, and the aura contained in Baekhyangmok's sword spread out in all directions.

“How?”

Baek Hyang-muk looked embarrassed.

He thought that the secret of the Blood Heavenly Sword, which concentrates energy, would be able to counter the number of Ihwajeopmok, but he seemed bewildered when it didn't work.

To him, the blackened Lee Jeong-gyeom grumbled.

“It might have worked about three hundred years ago, but not now.”

“Three hundred years?”

“What should I do when my efforts to learn the martial arts of the Blood Demon, even at the risk of damaging my reputation, become meaningless?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black and easily blocked Baek Hyang-muk's sword, took advantage of the gap.

He was in danger of being pierced between the eyebrows by a quick sword.

However, at the last minute, Lee Jeong-gyeom aimed for Lee Jeong-gyeom's neck, which was dyed black with anticipation, and this ended in failure.

-Whirlirick!

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, leisurely used his magic to avoid it.

The two priests performed the ritual simultaneously.

Baek Hyang-muk, who judged that the Blood Heavenly Sword would not work anyway, unfolded his own sword technique, the Muk-seon Sword Technique.

As if assisting him, Lee Jeong-gyeom unfolded the Taegeuk sword.

As if they were matching each other, Baek Hyang-muk's sword took the lead and Lee Jeong-gyeom's Taegeuk sword filled the empty space.

-Chatter chatter chatter chatter chatter!

“Haha! Good.”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, blocked their inspection with excitement.

He displayed great prowess by blocking the swords that poured down without fail with just one hand, without moving an inch.

Baek Hyang-muk and Lee Jeong-gyeom were astonished at such great skill.

Even when Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, drew a circle,

-Papang!

“Huh!”

“Oh no!”

-Rrrrrrrrr!

Their new forms were thrown out, the air billowing like ripples as if they had hit something.

When Lee Jeong-gyeom looked at him with surprised eyes, Lee Jeong-gyeom, whose face was dyed black, spoke while grumbling.

“This is the completed Yigi Jin Gyeong (移氣眞經).”

“Lee Ki-jin-gyeong?”

“It cannot be compared to the imperfect things you learned through Baek (魄).”

His words made Lee Jeong-gyeom's eyes waver.

Lee Jeong-gyeom said as if he couldn't understand.

“…….Did you also learn it through the spirit of the fear sword?”

At this question, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, suddenly burst into laughter as if he found something so funny.

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who had been laughing like that for a long time, shook his head and said in disappointment.

“That’s all I can say after seeing the completed Lee Gi-Jin-Gyeong.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I am like a teacher to you.”

“What is that…..”

-Slurp!

Before Lee Jeong-gyeom could finish speaking, the new version of the bastard appeared behind him.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who missed his movement, quickly leapt forward.

Although he was not capable of keeping up with the movements, he was able to detect the opponent's movements with his keen senses.

“It’s amazing how much emotion there is. One.”

As the blackened Lee Jeong-gyeom stretched out his sword, a black aura shot out in a straight line and pierced Lee Jeong-gyeom's back.

-Phuk!

“Huh!”

Lee Jeong-gyeom gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and threw a blow at the bastard.

Although it looked like an ordinary sword, it was the ten-stage brocade sword that boasted the strongest destructive power among the martial arts of the shamans, with ten layers of swords stacked on top of each other.

“Your learning is shallow.”

However, when Lee Jeong-gyeom, whose ten-dan-geum was dyed black, lightly reached out his hand, the aftereffects of the ten-dan-geum were blocked by a layer of rippling air and bounced back, hitting Lee Jeong-gyeom.

-Bam! Kwakwakwakwang!

Lee Jeong-gyeom bounced off and flew away, breaking trees.

Baek Hyang-muk accepted him with the method of grafting and let the aftermath flow away.

-Tsk tsk tsk!

The floor cracked under the soles of his feet.

Aura rose from Baek Hyang-muk's body due to an aerodynamic force that surpassed imagination.

It must have been overwhelming to resolve everything, with the power of Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, in addition to the ten-dan gold.

-Gulp!

“Master?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom's throat tightened as he watched the blood flowing from Baek Hyang-muk's mouth.

Even as a disciple, it would be the first time to see the Infinite Swordsman, known as the best swordsman in the Jeongpa, injured like this.

Baek Hyang-muk said, taking a deep breath.

“Don’t let your guard down. If you let your guard down even a little bit here, our priest’s life will be over.”

“…….I will keep that in mind, disciple.”

At his teacher's command, Lee Jeong-gyeom prepared his fighting spirit.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, whose face was dyed black, let out a mocking laugh as he watched them like that.

“You are doing useless things.”

“You just have to try it to find out if it’s going to be a waste of time or not.”

The trees around him swayed violently from the wind pressure, as if Baek Hyang-muk had lifted them up with the power of the ten stars.

He seemed ready to risk his life in this position.

Despite that momentum, Lee Jeong-gyeom, who was dyed black, did not lose his composure at all.

Rather, he was so arrogant that he even said outrageous things.

“I will take your life within 3 seconds.”

"what?"

There is a saying in the martial arts world that you cannot become an enemy who invites you three times.

It was also a word used to provoke or taunt someone who was absolutely inferior to oneself.

Baek Hyang-muk's face was extremely cold, as if she was angry at something she had never experienced before.

But the experienced veteran did not get distracted here.

Baek Hyang-muk, who seemed ready to throw away the new model at any moment, asked.

“…….With someone as incompetent as you, there would be no reason to do something like this while imitating my disciple. What on earth is your intention behind doing something like this?”

"under!"

At that question, Lee Jeong-gyeom, whose face was dyed black, snorted.

It seems like the word imitation offends you.

But that was the end of it.

To begin with, he was not a great man who would open his mouth easily.

But Baek Hyang-muk did not stop there and said:

“Did you imitate my disciple under the orders of that man named Geumsangje? To have your disciple set up as the great murderer of all time?”

Lee Jeong-gyeom's dark-tinted eyes narrowed.

I guess it's unpleasant.

Then he said something as if he had changed his mind.

“Make no mistake. Who do you think arranged for the Sword of Cowardice to fall into that guy’s hands?”

“……You’re saying that it was you?”

“It wasn’t me who imitated it, it was your disciple. Of course, he was possessed by my spirit, so it was no different from me doing it.”

“What does that mean? What does Baek mean…."

-Whack!

Before the question could be finished, a black aura rippled through the air.

Baek Hyang-muk also attempted to block the attack with a similar aura, but due to the difference in their strength, she was pushed back more than ten steps.

-Rrrrrrrrr!

“End of small talk. The fact remains that you will die here.”

It seemed like he had no intention of talking any further.

At that moment, Baek Hyang-muk, who had been pushed back, looked at where I was.

Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, laughed and snickered.

“Nothing will change if you see him.”

Ignoring his words, Baek Hyang-muk spoke loudly enough for me to hear.

“I think this is all the old man can find out.”

'!?'

At those words, Lee Jeong-gyeom, dyed black, looked at me with sharp eyes.

-Slurp!

The new form of the bastard appeared above me, dispersing like fog.

Then, as if to make sure he was dead, he tried to step on my neck with his foot.

At that moment, I blocked the bastard's foot with my hand.

-Bam!

Lee Jeong-gyeom's eyes, dyed black, narrowed.

“How are you?”

It penetrates all the vital points of the body, including the lower and middle dantians, so how does it move?

The Chehwamanbyeonsul was not a technique that could simply change one's appearance.

Since even the muscles of the entire body can be transformed, changing the location of organs or blood vessels was not a problem.

I told the guy.

“You should have aimed for the neck from the beginning.”

"this guy!"

He tried to apply more force.

At that moment, the countless needles stuck in my body exploded in all directions like the secret of Tangga's art, Mancheonhwawoo (滿天花雨).

-Papapapapapapak!

He quickly flew backwards and deflected the long needles with his Lee Ki-Jin technique.

And when he tried to attack me, Baek Hyang-muk suddenly attacked me and stopped me.

Of course, Lee Jeong-gyeom did not miss this opportunity and killed all his energy to follow the bastard.

"joy!"

-Paaaang!

But the two people were simultaneously thrown away by the wave-like waves of air.

-Rrrrrrrrr!

The pushed out Baek Hyang-muk spoke to me.

“I don’t know how you did it, but I’m glad you’re safe.”

It was Baek Hyang-muk, whom I knew as a disciple rather than a descendant of Geomseon.

“Thank you.”

In fact, at the point when the battle was stopped by the Namcheon Iron Sword, I transformed my body using the Chehwamanbyeonsul.

The reason I kept it a secret was because I wanted to make him think he had won and tell me everything.

But things got a little complicated when these priests arrived at just the right time.

Baek Hyang-muk spoke without taking her eyes off the guy.

“Your master is in the Martial Arts Federation. Nobu will do whatever it takes to stop him, so take my disciple and ask for help.”

“Master! That can’t be!”

Lee Jeong-gyeom, who noticed that he was willing to make a sacrifice, refused.

When I saw Baek Hyang-muk say something over the phone, it seemed like she was trying to appease him.

Then I stepped forward and said,

“There is no need for that.”

“That monster is so overwhelming that no one but your master can deal with him. Listen to the old man’s words…”

-Pot!

Before I could finish my appeal, the bastard turned to me with a stern expression and shouted at me.

“Even if I’m released, nothing will change!”

I put my palms out toward the floor.

“Namcheon.”

At that moment, the floor shook violently.

-Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwa!

Then, the Namcheon Iron Sword appeared through the ground.

-I waited.

It was planted quite deeply.

I, holding the Namcheon Iron Sword, stabbed the bastard with my sword.

Then, the guy drew a circle with his hand holding the sword and performed the Igijinkyung maneuver.

The ripples occurred like waves, and the place where the sword was stabbed stopped in the air, and in return, an even stronger force arose to try to push me away.

“Don’t mistake this for something I did on purpose. This is my true inaction.”

A black mist rose and swirled from the bastard's body, and Lee Ki-jin's counterattack power doubled.

-Quaddududduk!

Then, the floor, which was about thirty meters high, began to cave in due to the tremendous pressure.

“…..What a ridiculous feat!”

“Brother! Get back!”

Baek Hyang-muk and Lee Jeong-gyeom were surprised and shouted at me.

The corners of the bastard's mouth went up, as if he was elated by the enormous aftermath.

It was that very moment.

-Shoooooooooo!

The blood circulated fiercely throughout my body and steam rose.

Not only that, but along with the brain's compliance, blood magic occurred simultaneously, and red brain waves enveloped the entire body.

-Pachichichichichichik!

The bastard's eyes shook at this change.

“This side is the same.”

With those words, he applied rotational force to the tip of the Namcheon Iron Sword and gave it more strength.

Then, the Igijinkyung, which had been creating waves like waves with the black azalea, dug in as if it was bending.

And then soon it started to tear apart.

The man, startled by this, quickly twisted his body with all his might.

At that moment,

-Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwak!

A sword strike loaded with red lightning pierced the air.

It seems like it's been a long time since the time of the fuse that I've been able to simultaneously display the power of the brain energy, blood magic, and true blood gold body beyond purely regular unification.

The aerodynamics of then and now are incomparable.

The guy who barely avoided the blow to his shoulder swallowed without realizing it as he looked back.

“Sa…..san…..”

Lee Jeong-gyeom's voice was heard from behind.

He looks astonished.

That was understandable, because a huge hole as big as a hundred jang was gaping through the large mountain in front of them.

"You…what the heck….."

Baek Hyang-muk was also surprised and couldn't help but exclaim.

I'm afraid that I might get a strange misunderstanding because I'm more powerful than when I was mistaken as a descendant of the Sword Master.

First of all, the fake Lee Jeong-gyeom comes first.

I said with a bitter smile towards the bastard.

“Because it’s not the real Lee Jeong-gyeom. You don’t have to control your strength.”

"for a moment……"

-Whack!

"Ugh!"

He tried to say something, but I didn't listen and just cut his waist.

I tried to stop it with a desperate attempt, but it was no use.

Because I just cut it down like that.

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