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Episode 132
Exclusive, beat the mad horse
The mad horse had a hard time opening its eyes.
I didn't want to see the expressions on the faces of the madmen I'd see with my eyes wide open. I thought they'd all be laughing. In a way, this situation itself was a harsher punishment than death.
As the fanatic said, there is only so much internal energy left to work on.
In fact, the fact that he had left his inner strength behind was a mercy shown to the mad demon by the fanatic, but because the one who had it stolen was in a state of confusion, he was only regretting what he had lost.
But what have we lost?
He had been given the opportunity to live a new life. Of course, it would take time for Gwangma to realize this. Fortunately, he hadn't lost his combat experience or martial arts theory, so there was still a chance he could eventually fully recover his martial arts.
Of course, until then, they would never have dreamed of something like massacre as fanatics intended.
'But the youngest can't do it.'
After opening his eyes, Gwangma glared at Cheolmyeongho.
“Look, I still have some work left in me.”
Cheol Myeong-ho replied.
“What should I do? Congratulations.”
Gwangma said as he looked around Danwooseong and Gwangshin.
"Even though I still have a bit of work left, I can easily defeat this lowlife. You're going to decide on a death penalty based on martial arts prowess? Very well. Let's do that. I'll beat this lowlife, so just stop running errands for him. Let's make it so the winner gets the death penalty."
Cheol Myeong-ho said in a cold tone.
“Do I look that crippled?”
The madman nodded.
"You look like a retard. Do you think a third-rate rascal like you can suddenly become a master just by increasing your internal energy? That's not how the world of martial arts works."
Cheol Myeong-ho glared at Gwangma as if he was going to kill him.
“Oh, really? That’s quite the confidence.”
Cheol Myeong-ho looked back at Gwang-shin. He intended to do whatever his master told him to do. After all, Cheol Myeong-ho was a man who wasn't afraid of losing.
The fanatic said.
“Try it. And go crazy.”
The fanatic continued speaking while glaring at the mad horse.
"I spared you. Make no mistake. Whatever your past, I spared you because I believed you were a man of your word."
The madman nodded.
“I will protect you.”
Has there ever been such a trivial yet serious confrontation in the world of martial arts?
It was a rare competition between dumpling errands and the youngest position.
Meanwhile, Gwangma stood up with a more serious expression than when he was fighting Danwooseong.
'Inner strength isn't everything. I'll make that clear.'
Of course, my physical condition wasn't ideal, having coughed up blood, drained my internal energy, and hastily ate breakfast. Still, I believed I could win.
Cheol Myeong-ho said this while pulling out the iron umbrella hanging from his back like a sword.
“I’m sorry, but I’ll use the sickle.”
Gwangma snorted when he saw that Cheolmyeongho was holding a black umbrella. It wasn't even a blade, so he couldn't be afraid.
“Do whatever you want.”
Gwangma and Cheolmyeongho moved to a wide area while glaring at each other.
Who will win?
Even experienced fanatics had a hard time predicting this outcome.
Danwoo Seong also felt strange.
'How many times has Myeongho swung his sword?'
If it were the pitiful Cheol Myeong-ho who ran the gambling house, there would be a high chance that he would lose to Gwangma.
But isn't it different now?
The Iron Man is not the Iron Man of old.
He learned the art of spear fighting from a fanatic, and while staying in the Murim Alliance, he would have watched the members' martial arts.
Above all, it was clear that he had swung his iron umbrella without fail every single day.
Because of this, this fight also meant that the disciple of the King of Power and the madman would face off against the madman.
Cheol Myeong-ho glared at Gwangma while holding the iron umbrella.
Could it be because my internal energy increased in an instant?
The iron umbrella had become as light as chopsticks. Cheol Myeong-ho's expression changed strangely, and his eyes sparkled.
'This has become too light. I guess I'll have to get used to it.'
Cheol Myeong-ho looked at the iron umbrella he was holding in his hand as if he couldn't believe it.
'It'll get faster anyway······.'
I was simply amazed. I couldn't believe I could lose. Suddenly, Cheol Myeong-ho spoke, seemingly lost in self-absorption.
“It’s Cheolmyeongho, the quick-witted fox.”
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Danwoo Seong said.
“Thank you, senior. It was a bit of a headache, but it was resolved like this.”
Danwoo Seongdo also thought that Gwangshin's response was appropriate.
The fanatic punished the madman harshly, but also offered him a chance at rehabilitation. Meanwhile, Cheolmyeongho's power increased, a truly fanatic response.
The fanatic replied.
“Let’s wait and see what the future holds for this person.”
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Gwangsin and Danwoo looked at each other and smiled.
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“Come.”
Cheol Myeong-ho's choice was defense.
There was no reason to attack the mad horse first with a sloppy method.
Cheol Myeong-ho's posture was strange.
His left hand was extended forward to block his opponent's golden sword technique, and his right hand was in the downward striking stance of the Samjae Sword Technique.
So, in order to avoid having to run errands for dumplings······.
The atmosphere was tense and tense, as if two proud geniuses were about to compete.
The mad horse circled like a wild beast, searching for Cheolmyeongho's weak point. Cheolmyeongho, in turn, drew circles, flicking his iron umbrella as if to signal a looming threat.
The madman spoke as he walked slowly.
"It's not too late. If you want to execute me, you won't be beaten. I can defeat you with just my external attacks. You'll regret it if I break a few bones."
In a way, it was something a fanatic would say.
Cheol Myeong-ho replied.
"Go to Mandu Palace and do your fucking talking. I'll give you a harpoon. Come at me. And external attacks? I practice those every day, like I'm dying."
As Gwangma closed the distance and swung his sword, Cheolmyeongho retreated, maintaining the distance between them. Judging that showing Gwangma a weakness would be a trick, he held off on attacking.
The mad horse, who had used a trick to lure the thief, became anxious when he realized that the thief was quite quick-witted.
What kind of shame would it be to lose to a guy like this?
Cheol Myeong-ho, moreover, was not a man who kept his mouth shut. He kept talking, intent on making Gwangma uncomfortable.
“Today’s snack is dumplings.”
“Shut up.”
“Hoo- hoo- You have to blow on it to eat it. Dumplings······.”
“I told you to shut up.”
“Three meals a day, dumplings.”
In an instant, the mad horse unleashed a torrent of wind. Startled, Cheolmyeongho stepped back and slashed down, slicing through the invisible torrent of wind.
Boo!
Although there was nothing to see, the iron umbrella fell vertically, splitting the force of the rushing wind in half and sending out a faint, sword-like wind in return.
'uh?'
A situation where even Cheol Myeong-ho was surprised.
The saliva went down my throat with a gurgling sound.
The mad horse dodged the vertical sword wind, then charged, kicking the ground. His only reliance was on the golden technique. In close combat, he planned to grab the Iron Man's arm or the Iron Umbrella, then use his strength to knock his opponent down, then utterly destroy him with an external attack.
At this time, the sound of Cheolmyeongho's footsteps as he retreated rang out loudly.
Ta-da-da-dak!
Before I could fully grasp the full impact of the internal energy on my entire body, I instinctively fled. Fortunately, Cheolmyeongho only repeated simple movements throughout, reducing the likelihood of confusion or mistakes.
I was just thinking about dodging, striking, cutting, and stabbing.
The moment when the simple and painstakingly repeated movements shine.
Cheolmyeongho continued to swing his iron umbrella towards the head of the mad horse that was clinging to him.
It's the same movement that I do every day.
Now there was nothing to add or subtract from that movement.
A vertical strike with an honest trajectory that even a madman could immediately recognize.
The moment the mad horse's leg muscles twitched, the iron umbrella passed by precariously, and the mad horse spun around and struck Cheolmyeongho's cheek with the back of his hand.
Phew!
After being hit once, Cheol Myeong-ho's body spun in the air and he swung his iron umbrella in the air towards the rushing mad horse.
Boo!
As the startled madman quickly tilted his head back, his disheveled hair was cut off by the iron umbrella and fluttered before his eyes.
A situation that can only make your heart sink.
Then the two faced off again.
Cheolmyeongho's iron umbrella changed course midway and accurately struck the mad horse's fist.
Phew!
The madman frowned.
Cheol Myeong-ho then launched another fierce downward strike, then switched to a stabbing attack.
As the mad horse that had been avoiding tried to grab the iron umbrella, Cheolmyeongho retrieved the iron umbrella in the middle and then jumped up while avoiding the mad horse's lower kick.
A feeling of fire burning in the hand holding the iron umbrella.
It felt strange, but it was a really nice touch.
As Cheol Myeong-ho swung down the iron umbrella he had raised, the flames erupted coolly in front.
The iron umbrella was engulfed in pure energy and fell directly onto the head of the mad horse.
The mad horse crossed its two wings and hastily raised them above the crown of the head. It had already concentrated all its power on the wings.
Next, the double-edged sword of the mad horse and the iron umbrella of the iron man clashed.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
It's a clash of energies.
Even in the midst of his surprise, Cheolmyeongho continued his attack. He needed no tricks or tricks, simply intoxicated by the roar he had created, and swung his iron umbrella down at incredible speed.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The trajectory gradually shifted. The mad horse engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand combat, striking with his hands or blocking with his body. Even trying to escape, the iron dragon's speed and tenacity, tinged with madness, made it difficult.
Meanwhile, when Gwangma kicked Cheolmyeongho's stomach, Cheolmyeongho frowned and was pushed back, then rushed back again.
Gwangma looked at Cheolmyeongho for a moment and thought this.
'Exclusive······.'
Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter!
Certainly, the fighting techniques themselves were far superior to the mad horse's. Mad horse's fists and feet pierced Cheolmyeongho's face, abdomen, shoulders, and legs. However, even during these encounters, Cheolmyeongho's iron umbrella repeatedly blocked or deflected the mad horse's attacks. Consequently, there were no decisive blows that could end the fight.
On the other hand, Cheolmyeongho's attacks, which he had personally learned while fighting how to push his internal energy into his weapons, were becoming increasingly more powerful.
Phew!
As the mad horse began to back away, blocking with his body that was like a weapon, Cheolmyeongho chased after it more persistently and swung his iron umbrella as if he was determined to finish it off.
Before I knew it, the sound had changed.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
It was the sound of the iron umbrella colliding with the muscles of the mad horse.
Even as Madma's entire body healed from the effects of the Hwekyeopjinma Gong, Cheolmyeongho's iron umbrella continued to wield its power. This time, the wounds were deepening faster than the healing process.
As Gwangma was feeling pain and barely managed to grab the iron umbrella with his left hand, Cheolmyeongho's kick flew into his stomach.
Phew!
The mad horse's body was pushed into the air, rolled on the floor, then suddenly stood up and his expression became pale.
Before I knew it, the iron umbrella was right in front of me.
With a crack, the madman's eyes gathered in the center and then fell forward.
"ha······."
Cheol Myeong-ho raised his hand to strike the mad horse's head with his iron umbrella, but when the mad horse stopped moving, he lowered his hand.
Bright red blood was flowing from the forehead of the fainted mad horse.
Cheol Myeong-ho continued to control his breathing with the aforementioned expression, then looked back at Gwang-sin and Dan-woo-seong.
Suddenly, Cheol Myeong-ho looked at Gwang-sin and Dan Woo-seong.
He thought that he won not because he was strong, but because he had masters.
Cheol Myeong-ho surmised that he hadn't inherited the mad horse's inner strength intact, but rather had received it through some purification process. Since Gwangsin wasn't the type of person to explain everything in detail, he'd only just now realized it.
After Cheol Myeong-ho put down his umbrella on the floor, he bowed once more to Dan Woo-seong and Gwang-shin.
"Master, Ambassador. I've become a human being. Thank you for making this worthless person what he is."
Cheol Myeong-ho bowed with his head on the ground, and his eyes became moist.
“Thank you for creating this Dokjongho-ri, a human being.”
Gwangsin sat up and spoke to Cheolmyeongho.
“Myungho, raise your head.”
“Yes, Master.”
The fanatic asked in a calm tone.
“How many times have you swung the Samjae Sword Technique?”
Cheol Myeong-ho replied.
“I swung it six hundred and twenty-seven thousand three hundred and twenty times.”
The fanatic said.
"There aren't many men in the martial arts world who can repeat the Samjae Sword Technique six hundred thousand times. You have won."
Cheol Myeong-ho looked at Dan Woo-seong.
“The three disasters were ordered by the great master.”
Let's look at Danwoo-seong as if Cheolmyeong-ho was grateful······.
Danwoo Sung replied with a blank expression.
“You did it.”