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Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 16
Chapter 151: The Lazy Man, Observing (1)
silence.
And disconnection.
Everything was splitting in half.
The sword cuts.
The sword cuts through the air.
The sword divides the world.
The sword, which had surpassed the realm of skill and approached perfection, simply tore apart everything that stood in its way.
What should I call this sword?
A sword that splits the sky?
The sword that divides the world?
no.
It's just a slap down.
A saying that floats around like a proverb in the world of martial arts.
A third-rate martial art mastered to perfection is superior to a first-rate martial art mastered poorly.
Everyone nods their head, but no one dares to put it into practice.
Think about it.
What is perfection?
Who in the world would dare to talk about perfection?
The starting point for swordsmen learning the sword is the same: they hold the sword, raise it above their heads, and then strike it downward.
The origin and beginning of swordsmanship.
A starting point that everyone must pass through.
There is no such thing as a swordsman who does not know how to strike.
But who would dare to discuss the perfect downfall?
Ten people, ten colors, a hundred and a hundred colors.
If a thousand people strike, a thousand strikes will be created. Even if everything appears the same, dig deep and everything is different. This is a world where subtle differences become extreme, approaching perfection.
Something that no one dared to dream of, something that no one dared to hope for.
That near-perfect strike was now unfolding in Baek Mu-han's hands.
'This is… … the Sword Emperor!'
All who wield a sword are captivated by the sight.
Even those who don't wield a sword are no exception. No one with a deep knowledge of martial arts can dare take their eyes off this spectacle.
What I've been hoping for is there.
A completion that I thought would never be reached, like a mirage.
A sublime realm, one I had never dared to hope for, was unfolding before my eyes.
Stop thinking.
No, the very concept of thinking is forgotten.
Just getting sucked in.
I am simply captivated by the grandeur of the sword unfolding before my eyes.
It's split.
The magic energy of the Heavenly Horse, which seemed unstoppable by anything in the world, was splitting apart as clearly as if a brush was being drawn across a pure white piece of paper.
Hwaaaaah!
A dazzling light pouring down with him.
Everyone turned their heads as a blinding light poured down. Then, startled, they opened their eyes again.
There was nothing left.
The magic of the Heavenly Horse that seemed like it would turn the world upside down, the one-sword sword of Baekmuhan that seemed like a dream… everything had disappeared.
'Is this a fantasy?'
That can't be true.
Even though I knew it, I couldn't help but think that way. Thoughts are long, but what they saw was barely enough to take a breath.
Since something like that happened in the blink of an eye, it is not unreasonable to suspect it was an illusion.
“……What did I see?”
Apparently, the others felt the same way. Shin Gi-su turned his head slightly. Jang Il-il was there, his face a look of shock that defied description.
That will be the case.
But now, he had no time to worry about Jang Il. Shin Gi-su's gaze turned back to Cheonma and Baek Mu-han.
They looked at each other as if nothing had happened.
A subtle confrontation.
And the suffocating silence.
It was Cheonma who broke the silence and spoke first.
“Why didn’t you cut it?”
He is not a Cheonma who cannot control himself due to hatred and anger.
An expressionless face, and a voice that felt a little indifferent.
It was clearly different from the Cheonma we've seen so far.
And Baek Mu-han also calmly accepted Cheonma's words.
“You ask what you already know.”
Baek Mu-han shook his head.
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"I am a dead person. As a dead person, I cannot distort the laws of the world."
“For just that reason?”
“It’s not just that.”
Baek Mu-han looked at Cheonma with sunken eyes.
"Things that don't flow naturally will eventually become distorted. Just like you are now. Water, after all, flows downward. Even if I don't force the flow back, the world will overcome you."
“Do you think that’s possible?”
Cheonma raised his hand and grabbed his chest.
“I am not perfect now.”
The horse spoke as if declaring.
"I was just born. And just gained power. There are still things within me that have not been sorted out. When what I have gained becomes completely mine, I will be resurrected as a true Heavenly Demon."
“I guess so.”
Baek Mu-han looked at Cheonma with eyes that were not distracted at all.
“But even so, it is still a heresy.”
“…….”
"There are those who believe it's true that abandoning everything and building anew is the key. But abandoning means losing direction. You know that, too."
Baek Mu-han shook his head.
“You can never reach your true self that way.”
"foolish."
Cheonma said as if spitting out something.
"Why should I ever become my true self? I don't seek ignorance, nor do I aspire to be noble. All I need is the strength to accomplish what I desire."
Cheonma raised his hand and showed it to Baek Muhan.
“Can you see it?”
“…….”
"It may seem like a trivial and trivial power to you. But I don't regret the noble, insignificant achievements I've accumulated. This power I possess now is more valuable to me than the power I accumulated without any meaning."
Baek Mu-han quietly closed his eyes.
It is passed down.
Cheonma's emotions are conveyed vividly.
Why don't you know?
Knowing what Cheonma went through, if he had gone through the same thing, he would have been no different from Cheonma now. He and Cheonma share the same essence.
Can you blame him for his anger?
Can his hatred be considered in vain?
No one dares to say that.
'Still… … .'
Baek Mu-han shook his head.
Still, I cannot affirm it. Still, I cannot help but stop the Heavenly Demon.
It's not a question of who's right or wrong. There are simply things we can't give up on each other.
“You go go go!”
The cries of the Heavenly Horse resonate in Baek Muhan's heart.
"I don't need to be aloof anymore. I don't care if I fall to the bottom of hell. If I can do what I need to do, I don't need to be a hundred thousand. That's it!"
The voice of the Heavenly Horse gradually faded away.
“That is my will.”
Baek Mu-han looked at Cheonma with slightly bitter eyes.
'This must be the will of the living.'
For him, who could no longer live, it was a passion and urgency he could never possess. He was infinite, yet unable to be called infinite, a place he could never reach.
“Heavenly horse.”
Baek Mu-han spoke quietly.
“I understand your intentions.”
Then he raised his white sword and aimed it at Cheonma.
"I am not your past. For you, who never looks back, the past holds no meaning. Therefore, I do not represent your past. What is here is simply my will. My will, imperfect, merely conscious. Step aside. By my will, you cannot surpass me here today."
Cheonma looked at Baek Muhan with sunken eyes.
‘It’s just a feeling… … .’
I am overflowing with will.
What he once had, but now what he has lost.
It is a dazzling sight, so lofty and arrogant.
'Do you feel sorry?'
No, it isn't.
He's not so foolish as to be obsessed with power he can't wield. All he wants is the power to carry out his revenge. The power he has now is more than enough.
but…….
The horse shook its head.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
"I'm only retreating now. I'll be back. By then, you won't be able to maintain your current form either."
Cheonma knew it, and Baek Muhan knew it too.
No matter how much internal strength I borrow, the current Baekmuhan is nothing more than a feeling. It's as imperfect as a sheet of paper soaked in water. It will no longer be able to maintain its form.
In the end, it returns to nothingness.
"Without you, no one can stop me. You're just wasting time. What's the point?"
Baek Muhan and Cheonma's gazes met.
“It’s meaningless…….”
Baek Mu-han smiled brightly.
“No.”
chin.
Baek Mu-han put his hand on his chest.
“My disciple… no, our disciple will stop you.”
Cheonma looked at Baek Muhan quietly.
A face without a single flaw.
It was a look of certainty that Wei Yanho would eventually be able to stop Cheonma.
“I don’t understand.”
It was a pure question.
"You are me. I am you. No one knows me better than you. Even if I haven't reached the heights of my past, you know what I've accomplished over this time. And yet, you think that little brat can stop me?"
“Without a doubt.”
“What’s wrong with that kid?”
“What you lost.”
“…….”
Baek Mu-han shook his head quietly.
“This child has what you have lost.”
“I lost everything.”
“Is that so?”
Baek Mu-han smiled beautifully.
"Then it would be a good idea to look for it in this child. Go back, Heavenly Demon. And wait for this child to find you. If you overcome, you will have what you desire. But that will not happen."
Baek Mu-han's voice was calm but confident.
"Where you need to go, where we need to go, lies within this child. This child will prove it."
Cheonma looked at Baek Muhan without saying a word.
I realize this anew.
How difficult it is to understand yourself.
"good night."
Cheonma took a step back.
"Even if it wasn't a pretty sight, it was still a joy to see my past self again. In exchange for this joy I hadn't felt in three hundred years, I'll step down today."
“Good choice.”
"If your declaration is not kept, I will renew my will. Then, no one in the Central Plains will survive."
The horse turned around.
The horse, who was walking without hesitation, suddenly stopped.
“……You’ve suffered for a long time. I’ve done something bad to you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“Still, I’m jealous. You can leave it behind.”
Baek Mu-han did not answer.
Cheonma didn't look back either.
“I’m going back.”
The Heavenly Horse slowly descended the volcano with a gait as fluid as water. The remaining demonic cultists followed behind him.
The investigators, Shin Gi-su and Jang Il-deul, looked at the scene and let out a deep sigh from the depths of their stomachs.
'I feel like I've been to hell and back.'
It wasn't a complete resolution. It was merely a step back. Still, an indescribable sense of relief seemed to melt their bodies.
and…….
Wi Yeon-ho… … No, Baek Mu-han turns around and looks at them.
The new detective swallowed dry saliva and looked at Baek Mu-han.
Sword Emperor Baek Muhan.
A man who is both a myth and a legend.
What should I say in front of him?
That was when.
Baek Mu-han slowly lowers his head.
“The incompetent disciple has caused trouble.”
The new detective's heart jumped out and got caught in his throat.