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Episode 1057. Your voice doesn’t reach me. (2)
A distance that is within arm’s reach. It is so close that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is the distance that determines life and death for a human being.
But even though he had the enemy right there, Danjagang’s gaze was turned not to the enemy but to his own shoulder. He could clearly see it through the torn clothing. His shoulder was gaping open and bleeding.
Every time he strove, a stabbing pain spread around the wound.
But what was more intense than the pain was the fact that his shoulder had been cleanly cut.
Flesh is cut when it touches a sword. That is a very obvious fact. But at least for Danjagang, it was never obvious.
‘So easy… …?’
The significance of this wound is great. It means that his body, which is harder than iron and tougher than silkworm silk, is no different from an ordinary body in front of the author’s sword.
The shoulders that had been splayed out began to close on their own. The wounds that had revealed the red flesh quickly began to close together and erase the wounds. It was an unrealistic, abnormally fast recovery.
Cheongmyeong muttered softly after seeing that sight.
“Is it the Goruma Gong?”
Although it was a small voice, Danjagang heard it clearly and flinched. He glared at Cheongmyeong.
“How did you do that… … .”
“A body that doesn’t die even if it’s injured, that’s quite convenient… … .”
Qingming revealed this.
“Do you know how the guy who learned that magic before you died?”
Before Danjagang could even answer, Cheongmyeong’s sword cut through the air.
Phaaaat!
The red sword that flew straight to his neck seemed to give him the answer instead.
Kaga River!
Cheongmyeong rushed right in front of Danjagang, who had raised his hand to block the black energy. The moment he saw that face with a strange smile on its face, a cold air flowed down Danjagang’s back.
Choaaaah!
A sword strike that tore through the air. However, Danjagang, who had already experienced the same thing, unleashed his magic without even a moment of carelessness. It was probably a tactic to disrupt the defense by scattering the swords again!
But at that moment, the Sword of Cheongmyeong accelerated through the air once again and struck Danzagang with incredible force.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
Danjagang’s knees trembled as he focused on the changes in the sword.
One after another!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of sword strikes, like the blows of a giant hammer, fell upon his magic energy.
“Huh!”
Eventually, a groan escaped his lips. Every time the magic energy flowing out of his hand collided with the sword, an unknown energy would pass through his hand and penetrate his insides. It was a pain as if icy water was being poured directly into his body.
‘Magic… is scattered?’
What on earth is this ignorance that allows him to so easily disrupt the magic?
bang!
A disturbed mind eventually affects the body. Cheongmyeong’s sword pushed Danjagang, whose posture had collapsed, back. At the same time, Cheongmyeong, who had been slamming the ground repeatedly, followed Danjagang as if he was being pushed back.
“No way!”
The magic that rose like a cloud began to surround Cheongmyeong. Since he could not predict his opponent’s numbers at all, he intended to crush them with force.
At that moment, Cheongmyeong pulled his sword almost behind his back. Then, in one breath, he fiercely slashed from left to right.
Paaaaaaaaaaah!
A cracking sound like a whip being swung rang out. At the same time, everything around where the sword of clarity passed began to distort. It was like crumpling a piece of paper with a picture drawn on it.
Soon, a red line appeared.
A clear line, as if drawn by a painter with the tip of a brush. The magic energy of the Danza River that touched the line split in half as if it were a lie.
Cheongmyeong, who had cut off the magic with a single blow, immediately rushed straight towards Danjagang with madness radiating from his eyes.
It is a battlefield where lives are at stake, and the enemy is more powerful than ever.
But what Cheongmyeong felt at this moment was not a burden, but an indescribable pleasure.
Paaaaat!
The sword, which had been extended faster than usual, flew straight towards Danjagang’s face. The moment Danjagang raised his hand in a hurry, Cheongmyeong’s sword changed direction as if it had already known, and evaded the hand that was blocking it.
Choaaaah!
The tip of the sword dug into Danjagang’s wrist, cutting a long line from his wrist to his elbow.
Blood spurted out from the shallow wound. This scene unfolded slowly in Cheongmyeong’s eyes, without missing a single thing.
‘Not yet.’
Not yet! Not yet! Not yet!
‘I am…….’
The Plum Blossom Sword Lord was twice as fast and twice as strong. This alone was not enough to completely quench his thirst.
The energy that had been continuously collected drop by drop surged from my danjeon. With each step I took and each swing of my sword, forgotten sensations came back to life at my fingertips.
‘more!’
The magic rushes in, choking my throat, my breath rising to the tip of my head. Even though I’ve never been hit, my entire body feels like it’s been crushed, and the blood rushes to my eyes, causing the blood vessels to burst.
The hand that had been constantly swinging the sword to resist the magic was already tattered and the bones at the tips of the fingers were about to be exposed.
but…….
Boom!
The moment the sword and hand met, Cheongmyeong’s eyes clearly saw it. The embarrassment clearly revealed in Danjagang’s two eyes. That face further fueled Cheongmyeong’s pleasure.
‘You don’t understand.’
How many battlefields he has fought through. How many cultists he has killed, how many bishops he has faced.
A bishop who had not experienced the past hundred years could not possibly understand.
‘more!’
Paaaaaaaaaaah!
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It was still slow and bursting. The power at the tip of the sword was so weak that it was difficult to even dare compare it to before. But… … .
Kagagagagak!
The sword of Qingming once again pierced through the demonic energy and carved a long wound into Dan Zhao’s cheek.
‘That’s not all!’
The current Qingming is still not as good as the Plum Blossom Sword, but he has a different weapon than back then. The energy that is on the tip of the sword is clearer than anything else.
‘Pierce through.’
It is made by gathering and refining only the purest energies in the world, and it is incomparable to ordinary immortal energies. It is sharp enough to rip apart demonic energies.
The one wielding the sword may have become weaker, but the sword itself is an incomparable sword. The sharpness of the sword is another weapon for Cheongmyeong.
“Haat!”
At that moment, Danzagang shouted. Then, the swirling magic energy fell upon Cheongmyeong like a floating ghost.
The vicious magic that would crush your body and rot your flesh just by touching it was now sharpening Cheongmyeong’s senses to an unprecedented degree. My whole body was shivering.
“more!”
Paaaaat!
The tip of the sword creates illusions.
Kwak-ga-gak! Kwak-ga-gak!
Cheongmyeong, who had repelled all the magic, threw his body towards the approaching hand of Danjagang. When his face was close enough to almost touch the hand, Cheongmyeong kicked the air with his outstretched foot once more. His body gained more speed.
Ugh!
Dan-ja-gang’s hand passed over his shoulder. It was only a slight brush, but the flesh from his shoulder to his back was torn off as if it had been torn from his body.
A dizzying pain occurred. But before the pain could even reach his mind, Cheongmyeong dug into Danjagang’s arms.
If you are weaker than you were in the past, there is only one way to overcome it. It is to run wild more violently and more dangerously than you were in the past.
Phaaaat!
The sword, swung at an optimal trajectory at a very short distance, deeply cut into Danjagang’s thigh. Because the distance was so close, and Danjagang’s body was incredibly tough, the heavy sensation of tearing flesh with an iron skewer rather than cutting it remained at the tip of the finger.
The moment the tip of the sword touched Danjagang’s bone, Cheongmyeong briefly swung the sword. The recoil caused his body to slightly move backwards.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Danjagang’s hand cut through the space where his head had been just a moment ago at incredible speed. If he had swung his sword greedily to the end, Cheongmyeong’s head would have been blown off with this one move.
But there was no trace of fear on Cheongmyeong’s face, who escaped death by a single sheet of paper.
You are standing on the edge of a knife, your life at stake, with just a single choice.
What dominated Cheongmyeong’s mind was not fear, but rather joy. It was an excruciating pleasure that could only be felt when death, which had been approaching in an instant, was quickly receding. Cheongmyeong, who had completely surrendered to it, twisted his body and rushed at Danjagang again.
Wood crack!
He put a lot of strength into his hand that held the sword. But in contrast, his body felt lighter than ever. Right now, there was no one he had to protect, no one he had to watch. There was no reason for him to pay attention to the battle unfolding behind him or the rapidly changing situation.
There is only one thing he has to do.
Cutting off the head of someone in front of you.
Cheongmyeong’s face, which had been filled with a mixture of joy and excitement, had completely swept away the burden that had been weighing on his shoulders.
Jang Il-so, who saw that happy face, rushed at Dan-ja-gang in step with Cheong-myeong. If he had even a little more time, he would have probably burst out in anger by now.
‘That’s crazy.’
Jang Il-so was always aware that he was not in his right mind. But that guy, Cheongmyeong, was completely crazy in a different sense.
Between life and death. With just one choice, the Volcanic Swordsman moves between life and death on the precarious edge, and he goes in and out several times in an instant. This is something that no one in his right mind would ever do.
Of course, those who aim for the top should be willing to put their own lives on the line, but the antics of that crazy Taoist bastard far surpass that level.
The sword that Jang Il-so had grabbed to swing was running wild, out of control. No, can we even call it a sword? It was more like an arrow that had left the bow. An extreme weapon that would become a meaningless wooden stick if it couldn’t pierce the enemy.
‘I never thought that the day would come when I would be supporting someone.’
His lofty pride was twisted, but even that stinging was enjoyable. Jang Il-so, his eyes shining ominously, raised his Changyeomsalgang as high as he could in response to the attacks of Cheongmyeong who was running wild in madness.
‘yet!’
Both hands turned blue.
At that moment, Cheongmyeong’s sword transformed brilliantly and poured out sword energy toward Danjagang. At this moment, Cheongmyeong’s entire attention was focused on Danjagang. It was a sight that would make anyone who considered Cheongmyeong an enemy want to reach out and attack.
But Jang Il-so suppressed my desires with utmost patience.
‘yet!’
Kwaaaaah!
He blew away the black energy that poured down like a rain of arrows in one breath. Then, the black magic energy that had become angry like a black dragon rushed towards Cheongmyeong. No, it tried to rush towards him.
‘now!’
bang!
Jang Il-so rushed forward, closing the distance in one go, and struck Dan-ja-gang’s empty side with his sword. His appearance was just like that of a wild beast waiting for its moment to spring forth.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Danzagang staggered back and forth. Cheongmyeong gave a cold rebuke.
“You’re late!”
“… …What a greedy kid.”
The two people who exchanged glances for a brief moment rushed at Danjagang like a pack of wolves targeting a tiger.