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Taejonbirok Volume 26, Episode 22
Chapter 142: The Lazy Clash (2)
There was a bit of bravado mixed in.
Wi Yeon-ho acknowledged that fact.
Baek Gong-do was unlike anyone he had ever faced. The level of swordsmanship he had achieved was so great that even Wei Yan-ho was speechless.
It is visible.
From the hanging sword.
From the tip of my foot.
From the hair fluttering in the wind to the expression that seemed endlessly empty.
Everything is a sword.
Mangeom (萬劍).
Until now, Wei Yanhu thought that Mangeom simply meant the black style of Mangeom Baekga.
Because even Baek Mu-han didn't explain about Man-geom.
Baek Muhan surpassed even the Ten Thousand Swords. There was no need for such a man to teach Wei Yanhu the Ten Thousand Swords. The Ten Thousand Swords were simply ingrained in his sword and his martial arts.
In other words, Wei Yanhu was now seeing the true Mangeom with his own eyes for the first time.
That's why I was able to realize one thing.
Mangeom is not just about swordsmanship.
person.
Man-geom is a term that refers to a person who has melted all the swords in the world into himself.
There is a thousand swords in front of him now.
The master of the Ten Thousand Swords, who had reached the peak of his power, was unlike anyone I had ever seen before.
It doesn't just mean stronger.
So to speak, chaos.
A darkness and a density where everything seems to be mixed and melted together.
If you mix all the colors in the world, you get black. However, that black is different from the black you created. It inherently possesses the opacity and heterogeneity inherent in mixed black.
Baek Gong-do was like that now.
The hanging sword is just a sword, but it feels distinctly different from the swords in other people's hands.
What will come out of that sword tip?
I don't know.
If it were the Sword Lord of the Volcano, the hanging sword would extend like a ray of light. And countless sword shadows would cover Wei Yanhu's entire field of vision.
Yes, just like plum blossoms fluttering in the wind.
If it were a shaman's sword, it would draw a gentle curve.
If you try to counterattack, they'll just gently deflect it. And then, eventually, they'll leisurely steer the situation to the point where a counterattack becomes impossible.
When I came to my senses, the sword was at the tip of my neck.
If it were Namgung's sword, it would crush Wi Yeon-ho seriously and heavily.
As if a king were raising his flag, with a spirit that the world could not find anywhere else.
It is also different from Manryuguijong.
This means that when all swords reach their limit, their boundaries disappear. It means that all currents ultimately converge into one.
However, the meaning of Manryuguijong in the sword is a little different.
When the sword reaches its limit, it can even achieve the advantages of the illusion sword and the quick sword. When the illusion sword reaches its limit, it can even be heavier than the medium sword.
This doesn't mean the sword's inherent characteristics become dull. It means that when pushed to the limit, even the inherent weaknesses of the sword can be overcome.
But that couldn't be described as a Manryu-gwijong.
Everything just stays the same.
There's no telling what's about to come out. The moment that sword is swung, a quick sword, a fantasy sword, a broken sword, a middle sword, or even a changed sword, or a full sword…
I don't know.
It was like another sword created by melting all the swords in the world into a furnace.
And all of that is melted into the fingertips of that man, Baek Gong-do.
'really…….'
It's terrible.
Baek Muhan is different. While Baek Muhan's foundation is Mangeom, Baek Muhan took a different path. Baek Muhan did not melt all the swords in the world.
That's why he was such an outstanding person.
The way of the Mangeom Sword is to accept imperfect swords and create a crucible of perfection. However, Baek Muhan possessed the ability to complement these imperfections without leaving his seat.
Baekmuhan's sword is just his sword in its entirety.
It is a sword that has been perfected in the most correct way in the most correct direction. However, this sword cannot be passed down or made understandable. No one but Baek Muhan can understand or accept Baek Muhan's sword.
Baek Mu-han could have been the greatest swordsman of all time, but he couldn't become a master. His martial arts couldn't be passed on.
In that sense, Baek Gong-do was a person who had reached a different level from Baek Mu-han.
Unlike Baek Mu-han, who was able to become strong because he was a genius, he was a being who embodied the martial arts accumulated by the Man-geom-baek-ga over many generations.
I feel it.
It is the majestic history that flows at the tip of the sword.
It felt like looking at a vast ocean.
Numerous tributaries of the sword.
All these tributaries flow and flow, forming their own curves. Some are violent and fast, others are gentle and gentle.
The tributaries that flowed majestically, each boasting its own unique characteristics, eventually become one in the vast ocean.
That was the case with Baekgongdo's sword.
His sword is like a vast sea.
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Wi Yeon-ho's eyes follow Baekgongdo's sword. His eyes gradually become clouded. As if in a state of trance, he is unconsciously sucked into the sword.
Full of loopholes.
This wasn't a natural weakness, born from nature. It was a weakness that appeared when the mind was distracted. If Baek Gong-do were to attack this weakness now, Wei Yan-ho would be absolutely unable to block it.
But Baek Gong-do didn't attack. Instead, he slowly, very slowly, released his sword.
It's like showing each and every detail of the sword contained within the sword.
preview.
The sword of Baekgongdo is revealed to the world.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes too soft.
The sword becomes a dance.
Sword dance.
Baek Gong-do began to dance a sword dance.
And Wi Yeon-ho became more and more absorbed in Baekgongdo's sword dance.
“……What is that doing now?”
At Wi Jeong-han's words, Shin Gi-su shook his head.
“How would you know?”
Wi Jeong-han looked at the two people with tense eyes.
Baek Gong-do dancing with a sword, and Wi Yeon-ho looking at the scene as if in a trance.
No matter how I looked at it, it didn't look like a normal match.
It's like, what should I say… … .
'It seems like you're teaching.'
It was a scene like a master revealing his true self to his disciple. It was impossible, of course. What reason could Baek Gong-do have to teach Wi Yeon-ho?
It was something that absolutely made no sense.
But I couldn't deny what I saw. The sight of Wei Yanho, lost in his thoughts, gazing at the scene, more than Baek Gong-do's sword dance, gave me a little more conviction.
'Has that kid ever been that focused?'
Even to his father, Wi Jeong-han, it was an unfamiliar sight. Wi Yeon-ho had never before gazed so bewitched.
What should I say?
It seemed like I was seeing the ideal teacher and student.
The master, who could have shown off his sword more intensely and powerfully, but was afraid that the disciple might miss it, showed off his sword slowly and delicately, and the disciple, who looked at his master's sword as if his soul had been sucked out of him.
It is an extremely peaceful and tranquil sight.
If only this wasn't a battlefield and those two weren't enemies.
It's strange.
It's incredibly strange.
A completely incomprehensible sight unfolded before our eyes, but no one opened their mouths.
stillness.
The land where tens of thousands of soldiers were gathered was filled with a silence as if no one existed.
They know it too.
The greatness of that sword dance.
Will I ever again witness a sword of that caliber in my lifetime?
The strangeness was strange enough, but the desperation to not miss this opportunity made them silent.
Sararak.
The sound of Baekgongdo's toes brushing the grass spreads out.
Sigh.
The sound of his sword tip cutting through the air can be clearly heard.
A fantastic sword dance was dyeing the land with strangeness.
And then the strangeness finally came to an end.
Paang!
The sword dance, which seemed to go on endlessly, came to an end. With the sword extended toward the sky, Baek Gong-do's movements ceased.
aftertaste.
The world was dyed in the afterglow of the sword.
One, two… … .
People began to come out of the afterglow, but Wei Yanhu was still staring at Baekgongdo with his eyes wide open.
The sword comes down slowly.
Wi Yeon-ho's gaze also descends.
The sword is aimed at Wei Yanhu.
The gun returned to Wei Yanho's eyes.
“…….”
A complex emotion appeared in Wei Yanho's eyes as he realized what had happened.
“Did you see it?”
"……I don't know."
“Haha.”
Baek Gong-do laughed heartily.
"That's enough. If you had said you saw it, I would have been disappointed."
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes frowned.
I just can't understand Baek Gong-do.
“This isn’t your destination, is it?”
“…….”
"It's just a passing process. Even the swordsmanship I've achieved over my lifetime should be nothing more than a reference to you."
What on earth is this person talking about?
“Why are you doing this?”
“Hmm.”
Baek Gong-do had a subtle smile on his face.
“There are two reasons why you should understand.”
Baek Gong-do shrugged.
“One is that you too have mastered the Ten Thousand Swords.”
“Does that matter?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Baek Gong-do glanced back and then fixed his gaze on Wi Yeon-ho again.
"The Ten Thousand Swords must never be used. This sword embodies the countless sorrows of the Ten Thousand Sword families. The greatest duty of the Ten Thousand Swords' head is to pass it on to future generations. However, I dedicated everything to perfecting my Ten Thousand Swords, failing to properly pass them on to future generations. When I came to, I realized I had walked alone. Therefore, someone must inherit this sword."
Wi Yeon-ho frowned.
“I’m not a member of Baekga?”
“It is better for Ten Thousand Swords to become Ten Thousand Swords than for Ten Thousand Swords to become just a hundred schools.”
This is what Baek Hoe-myeong said before.
Are you serious?
Certainly, Mangeom Baekga seemed different from the usual Sega.
“You said there were two reasons?”
"I'll give you another reason. You must become stronger. Stronger than me. No, stronger than I can even dare to look up to."
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho closed his mouth.
Now he knows too.
What Baek Gong-do is trying to do. But… … .
“What does this mean?”
Wi Yeon-ho frowned.
“No matter how much you teach me, if I can’t reach that level, it’s over, right?”
“So now I’m going to check it out.”
"yes?"
“I showed you everything.”
“…….”
"If you embody that and surpass me at this very moment, my gamble will be successful. But if it fails…"
Baekgongdo's momentum has changed from before.
The warm breeze transformed into a piercing, piercing wind. It was a sudden change in momentum, as if I were a different person.
"You should rather die here. The fate of the martial arts world will end here. Now, prove to me with your life. Are you truly worthy of protecting the world? If not…"
Baek Gong-do swung his sword with a voice that sounded like dripping blood.
“You die here today.”
Health.
The final stage of the sword, created by condensing and condensing the sword energy.
Dozens, hundreds, no, thousands of swords covered the world like rain and began to pour down all at once towards Wei Yanhu.
Like a meteor.