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Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 20
Chapter 66: The Lazy Man, Begins (5)
“Man-geom?”
“Have you heard the word ‘mangeom’ just now?”
The atmosphere at the table began to become turbulent.
In particular, Cheongyeongja's face looked as if she was greatly shocked.
'Is the predecessor of Baekgeomseong the Mangeombaekga?'
If you just hear the names, you might feel a similarity, but Mangeom Baekga is a family that disappeared from the world three hundred years ago.
Their traces are so deeply ingrained that their names are still passed down, and who would have imagined that descendants of a family that has been destroyed for three hundred years would still exist?
It wasn't just a passing fad, it was also a major force in the martial arts world.
“A thousand swords…….”
A groan escaped Cheongyeongja's mouth.
If true, it was no ordinary thing. The name of Mangeom Baekga alone could shake up the martial arts world. There was a time when all the swordsmen in the world bowed their heads before them.
No one who wielded a sword dared to discuss the sword in front of them.
The legendary sword that had remained only a legend has now revealed itself before them once again.
“A hundred swords and a hundred swords…….”
Baek Geum-yeong's voice was not very loud. Thanks to this, only those around the stage could hear his words. However, from the mouths of Noh Kang-ho, who knew the meaning, groans began to flow out without exception.
No matter what anyone says, the largest sect as a single force is the Demonic Cult. However, the single force that had the greatest influence on martial arts was the Mangeom Baekga.
Even the world's best Shaolin has been recognized for its ability to sustain martial arts for a long time, but it has never dominated martial arts to the extent that the Ten Thousand Swordsmen did during their heyday.
Baekgeomyeong is now saying that he is a descendant of Mangeombaekga, and Baekgeomseong is another name for Mangeombaekga.
“Is that true?”
“I haven’t heard anything, so how would I know?”
"quietly."
Cheongyeongja said as if spitting out words.
“His sword will prove whether it is true or not.”
Cheongyeongja quietly looked at the stage. If that was true, then perhaps another storm would blow into the world of martial arts.
“It’s a ten thousand swords……”
Weichan Sanho quietly raised his sword.
There is no way that he had not heard of the name Mangeom Baekga, who once ruled the world of martial arts. Naturally, Wisanho also knew of Mangeom Baekga.
But what does that mean?
One's strength is not proven by one's family. No matter what prestige or background one may have, one has to prove one's strength on one's own.
It didn't matter to Wisanho whether his opponent was from the Mangeombaekga, Baekgeomseong, or a Ronin. All that mattered was that there was someone in front of him that he had to deal with.
The sword of the coral slowly but clearly drew a wavy line.
The flying dragon sword technique of the Guangdong Wei family's unique martial art, the Flying Dragon Heavenly Sword, unfolded gracefully in his hands.
“Hmm.”
Baek Geum-yeong's face hardened when he saw that sight.
The black coral was not something to be ignored. It wasn't flashy, but there was something about it that caught the eye. Should I say it was vivid?
'It's surprising.'
He thought that the only person in the world who could be his opponent was Wei Yanhu. Although he is not as good as his brothers now, it is only because he lacks experience. If he had more experience and time, he would be able to surpass his brothers.
However, the existence of Wei Yanhu gave him a great shock, and the existence of Wei Shanhu gave him a sense of crisis.
If that's the case, then it would definitely be right to trample on it.
Baekgeomyeong's sword began to move slowly.
Start off slow and graceful.
The sword that had been lowered down slowly rose toward the sky, and soon began to move faster and faster. An afterimage began to linger behind the sword as it drew a gentle arc.
And soon, the entire area around his body was covered in a pure white sword shadow.
"oh!"
"oh my god!"
Everyone who was watching Baekgeomyeong's sword began to exclaim in admiration.
Baekgeomyeong's sword far exceeded their expectations.
What was even more surprising was not Baekgeomyeong's level, but the sword he was wielding.
'What the heck is that?'
I couldn't even guess.
In general, fencing has its own system and types.
Swords are already divided into types and systematized to a certain extent, such as the quick sword, heavy sword, transformed sword, hegem, illusion sword, and flexible sword.
The volcano belongs to the type of quick sword and the sword of illusion. And the shaman is a place that values the sword of illusion and the sword of change.
But Baekgeomyeong's sword could not be classified into anything. If I had to say, it had everything in it. It was fast, heavy, and variable, yet strong and soft.
It seemed like every kind of sword in the world was contained inside it.
All the swords in the world.
“…10,000 swords.”
A groan escaped Wei Zheng's mouth.
I knew it the moment I saw it. I didn't need any further proof. I could only be convinced by looking at Baekgeomyeong's sword.
That's a sword.
The ten thousand swords of the Ten Thousand Swords, which had disappeared into legend, are now revealing themselves before their eyes.
Wi Jeong-han's body trembled.
thrill.
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It was thrilling. Just looking at it, I could tell how dangerous that sword was, how sublime it was.
Wi Jeong-han's eyes followed Wi San-ho.
A mountain built with swords.
As the shadow of the sword covered the stage, Weishanho stood in the middle of the waves of swords rushing in like a raging sea, looking extremely precarious.
'Coral!'
A scream that could not escape his throat burst from within Wi Jeong-han's chest.
But the coral did not waver at all.
“It starts with one.”
The coral muttered quietly.
He was not dazzled by what he saw. What he had to chase was the one entity in the shadows of these countless swords. Weishanho's eyes glowed blue.
Like a short-range general rushing into an army of a million men, Weishanho raised his sword and threw himself into the wave of swords rushing toward him.
"no!"
“Hey, hey!”
A scream erupted.
Those who were watching could easily sense how dangerous that act was.
“Haat!”
“Chaaaaah!”
Baek Geum-yeong and Wi San-ho's cheers simultaneously shook the stage.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwa!
Swords poured down toward the stage with a sound like a waterfall falling.
Even Wei Yanhu jumped up from his seat and looked at the scene. Wei Yanhu’s face was stiff, unlike his usual self. Wei Yanhu’s fists were clenched.
His bloodshot and trembling fists were telling us how dangerous the situation was.
“Oh, what happened?”
“Who won?”
It was difficult to judge the situation because of the thick cloud of dust. Cheongyeongja strained her eyes.
As the cold wind blew and blew away the dust, the stage was completely destroyed and its original form was unrecognizable, revealing two men standing on it.
Everyone looked at the two with tense eyes. It was so quiet that you could hear someone swallowing their saliva somewhere.
“Do you understand now?”
When Baek Geum-yeong spoke softly, Wi San-ho shook his head.
“Even if I lose, it’s not because I’m lacking. It’s not because the sword of my family is weak.”
“I respect that attitude.”
Who won?
It was difficult to know that fact through conversation alone.
“Tsk.”
The sound of Wei Yanhu's tongue clicking woke up Cheong Yeongja. There was annoyance in Wei Yanhu's voice that could not be hidden.
'then?'
At that moment.
dump.
Wisanho knelt on the floor. At the same time, his black robe began to soak through. Long, slit wounds appeared under the exposed flesh of his robe.
“I lost.”
“It was a good match.”
As Wisanho bowed his head, Baekgeomyeong threw away the lottery ticket.
The outcome of the match was clear.
When Baekgeomyeong turned around as if asking what he was doing, Cheonggeomja raised his hand.
“Baekgeomseong’s Baekgeomyeong wins!”
As soon as those words were spoken, cheers erupted from all directions.
“Wow!”
“Baekgeomyeong is the winner!”
People were screaming and going crazy.
Some people called it Baekgeomyeong, and some people called it Baekgeomseong.
“Hahahaha! It was a good thing I didn’t go home!”
“Those who go first will hit the ground!”
The law of martial arts was that the winner went home with honor and cheers, and the loser went home having lost everything.
Wisanho lowered his head and limped down the stage. Wisanho lowered his head when he saw Wijeonghan waiting for him under the stage.
“Father…….”
“Never again.”
Wi Jeong-han's voice was extremely cold.
Wi Jeong-han spoke firmly to Wi San-ho, who had raised his head with questioning eyes.
“Don’t bow your head before me.”
"……father."
Wi Jeong-han said with a gentle smile.
“Did you do your best?”
“Yes. I have no regrets.”
“Then it is done.”
Wi Jeong-han patted Wi San-ho on the shoulder.
“If you did your best, that’s enough. Defeat and failure are what make people stronger. I believe you will use this experience as a stepping stone to become a greater person.”
"father."
"boy."
Wi Jeong-han hugged Wi San-ho.
“Isn’t the wound deep?”
"it's okay."
“Just in case, let’s get treatment.”
“It’s really okay.”
“Don’t be stubborn. Let’s go.”
Wi San-ho let out a low sigh as he was dragged away by Wi Jeong-han.
Defeat is bitter. But it doesn't hurt when you see that Wei Zhenghan is genuinely concerned about him.
He turned his head and looked at Baek Geum-yeong.
'Next time for sure.'
The gap was bigger than I thought. But I'm sure I can catch up. If I keep working hard and working hard.
Wisanho, who had been quietly watching Baekgeomyeong waving his hand toward the crowd, soon turned his head.
“Ugh.”
Unlike other places where there was cheering, the atmosphere at the top was like that of a funeral.
'Why is it like that?'
'I think you're angry?'
'Why are you upset when you bet money on your brother and he lost? If you're going to be upset, we should be upset because we lost the money.'
Wi Yeon-ho ground his teeth and sighed deeply.
'Oh, that's annoying.'
I knew I couldn't win.
The difference between Wisanho and Baekgeomyeong was so great. It wasn't something that could be overcome by luck.
Even though it was a defeat he already knew, he felt strangely irritated. He felt like he wanted to run down and kneel on that half-asleep face right away, but Wei Yanhu desperately gathered up his little patience and stopped himself.
It wouldn't be difficult to jump down and beat Baek Geum-yeong, but it's impossible. It might be a good story for an older brother to avenge his younger brother, but if the younger brother avenges his older brother, the older brother's incompetence would be highlighted even more.
For the sake of the honor of the coral reef, we must endure it for now.
“Eu …
Wi Yeon-ho, who had been groaning, turned around and stuffed snacks into his mouth. Then, everyone who had been watching Wi Yeon-ho sighed.
'If I keep doing this, I'll be expelled and die.'
Cheongyeongja looked up at the sky with tearful eyes.
But at this moment he knew nothing.
The fact that those who truly threaten him are climbing the volcano right now.