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◈ Battle of Iphwang
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A quiet, secluded mountain path.
It is a narrow road that the common people avoid, fearing the misfortune that will come their way. It is narrow and the branches of the trees in the winter are sharp like swords, but for those who have the nerve to fly high in the grass, it is like a well-paved staircase.
Even as it was one of the roads leading to Iphwangseong, it was considered a key point among various warlords, foreign powers, and great clans.
Bam.
The middle-aged man covered in scars who had been standing there with his eyes closed suddenly threw his scabbard to the ground and started running, holding only one sword.
Hwaaaaak!
The rough blue uniform became even more wrinkled due to the strong wind, and the footwork of the blue warrior Hong Ju-geom became faster as the wind grew stronger.
It is a healing technique that combines the secrets of the unique technique of the Iphwangseong Seomyemu-maek, ‘Pungsin’.
He was running smoothly through the mountain path where only a cold wind blew, as if the wind was blowing, without any leaves to fill the mountain. The three people who had started chasing him were also running no slower than him.
At this moment, things started happening simultaneously in all directions of Ip Hwang Seong, east, west, south, and north.
“You’re imitating the nobles. The information was true.”
The lead pursuer spoke in a curious voice.
He was wearing a light green coat and a pure white cotton coat. His hair, which reached down to his waist, was wavy and black due to his light gallop.
Black hair that strangely matched her white skin. She activated her eye technique and looked at Hong Ju-geom’s back with sharp eyes, continuously kicking the ground.
Percussion!
A body that bounces more than three chapters with a single light footstep. Naturally, Hong Ju-geom’s back also quickly approaches.
She is none other than the disciple of the Muryonghoeju, Hwayeonbi (禍連妃), and is one of the leaders who was struck by Biseon in today’s ‘Battle of Iphwangseong Myeolmun (滅門大戰)’.
The role is to break the last line of communication in Iphwangseong, which has locked the gates with only a minimal number of personnel left.
Meanwhile, the old man Hwangsam, who was leisurely following Hwayeonbi with his back to the ground, gestured to Hongjugeom.
“Is that the island’s Yeomumaek?”
“Yes, it’s the Hongju Sword of the Myeolseomdae. Judging from the way it moves, it’s clear that it learned its moves directly from the Grand Master. These days, Yeo-ryeong definitely doesn’t mess with information.”
Her insight was tinged with dizziness. It was a statement that was difficult to be certain of unless one had a clear view of the limitations of the other person’s qualities.
―The practitioners of the Ilmaek lineage respectfully offer their greetings to the sect leader.
Hongju Sword.
He is the unmanned person who announced the birth of Seom Yeomumak. High-ranking officials and merchants who were staying in Iphwangseong at the time spread the story.
grasp!
Likewise, the man in white, who was cutting through the strong wind with light speed together with Hwa Yeon-bi and Hwang Sam-in, suddenly asked.
“Didn’t you meet Yeonhwa Nata on the day the Namgung Se family’s direct descendants died? Why are you talking about information all of a sudden?”
“The person I met was Ji-su. Not Gang-ho’s Cheon-ha-o-geom. Those two are different people.”
She continued speaking slowly.
“Even if the great master of a clan is not present, he still has an influence on life and death. That’s what a living teaching is. If it’s your lineage, it’s right to have a close understanding of everything.”
“… Well, according to Yeo-ryeong’s intelligence, the true nature of Iphwangseong is that there is not a single peerless master currently… Isn’t it no different from a pavilion built on a sandy plain?”
It was a question from a white-robed man.
Muryonghoe is a word and action that reveals the spirit of the breakwater.
Those who break the taboo of the martial arts world that values priesthood over blood ties and share all kinds of martial arts. The Thirteen Thousand Martial Dragons ask questions freely and seek answers that satisfy themselves.
Hwayeonbi smiled brightly.
Hwaaaaah!
The air was shaking. The backlash from the lightness caused by Hong Ju-geom began to shake the hems of the clothes of the Muryonghoe masters.
The distance had narrowed to about ten chapters. Now it was close. Hwa Yeon-bi’s lips, which were dark red from the achievement of the Seven Stars of the ‘World’s Best Qigong’, slightly parted.
“We are currently attempting to establish the world’s greatest imperial city. It is clear that our power is overwhelmingly superior, but if we let our guard down, we could suffer unexpected damage… … .”
The words were not finished. She naturally struck the back of Hong Ju-geom’s neck with an invisible blade wind wrapped around her left hand, which she held up like a sword blade.
Just that alone caused a hazy gust of wind to split to either side, sucking up dirt and dust along the path of the blade.
bang!
A new form of the Hongju Sword that spins and bounces like a leaf caught in a strong wind.
But the masters of the Muryonghoe who were chasing him did not laugh. Instead, they picked up speed and each struck out with their fists, palms, and swords.
This is because Hong Ju-geom noticed that Pungshin’s body movements and self-defense techniques had released more than eight percent of his strength.
Kururung!
A gentle orange wave extended from the shoulders of the Muryonghoe masters, shredding the dry tree branches and even shattering the ground.
It was the aftermath of the blow that boosted the momentum of the launch. At the same time, the Hongju sword that had been extended spun around like a whirlwind, and a hazy flower of light bloomed along a long, curved trajectory.
One day, the swordsmanship of the Gwanghwageom style that Yeonhwanata had learned at Jongnamsan clashed with the swordsmanship of the Muryonghoe masters for a split second.
Damn it!
They hit three times. A halo of light flew up like countless feathers, and blood gushed out from Hong Ju-geom’s mouth.
He staggered for a moment, unable to keep his feet on the ground because the ground was shaking.
At the same time, the masters of the Muryonghoe surrounded Hongjugeom and descended. Since they were all using the power of the Portrait of the Great Guardian Angel, there was no sound.
In a battle of attrition where both sides’ lives depended on it, suppressing one’s presence was a given.
“Could you please pass on just one letter? I have no other business.”
Hwa Yeon-bi spoke softly.
“A letter? Those thugs who came out of nowhere are talking about a pipe-call to me? It looks like they intend to use their pen as a sword.”
Hong Ju-geom muttered as he spat out blood. However, Hwayeonbi did not lose the kindness on her lips.
“I sent several secret envoys to Ip Hwang Seong, but the new sword master acted like a coward. The chairman of the main council was upset by his unreasonable silence. As a disciple, I must summon Yeon Hwa Na Ta, so please send a letter to him. It seems that Ip Hwang Seong is trying to hide his hopes for Bang Pa in a fight where he has no chance of winning… Shouldn’t we fight without any troubles?”
“… … .”
“The Lord of the Muryonghoe wants a fight that is worthy of its status. This is a war that has the attention of the entire world. It cannot end so blandly.”
Even as she said that, she didn’t seem to show any particular anticipation.
The remaining power of the Iphwangseong clan has already been clearly revealed to the highest levels of the martial arts world. This great war to destroy the clan was a plan that had been planned long ago.
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Yeonhwa Natara alone will not be able to change the situation.
Hwayeonbi was content with just taking care of appearances. Unlike the disciples of the Muryonghoe who were obsessed with martial arts, she was somewhat concerned with the public’s opinion.
“I’m sure that ‘eyes’ of the same level as you are already experiencing the same thing in various parts of Yangyang. How would Yeonhwana-ta feel if Hong Ju-geom of Seomyemu-maek died in vain?”
And then Hwa Yeon-bi concluded her speech with a voice mixed with a fluffy smile.
“Accept the offer.”
“… The love child of the Muryonghoe.”
Hong Ju-geom’s mouth curved along with the scar next to it. The sword aura unique to the Gwanghwa Sword style leaked out like mist from the hilt of the sword he held.
“Can you say the same thing alone, without three people?”
“Kill me.”
Hwa Yeon-bi’s command was natural.
Unlike the old man in Hwangsam, who was sitting leisurely with his backpack on, the man in white standing next to him responded immediately to her words.
He swung his sword briefly with the intention of splitting only the crown of Hongjugeom’s sword and ending it.
A faint orange glow flickered along the restrained trajectory.
bang!
The sword surface bounced to the side with a small shockwave.
It was because Inyoung, who had rushed in from somewhere without any sound or aura, had raised her knees. The intruder quickly landed with her blue clothes fluttering in the air and blocked Hong Ju-geom’s path.
Percussion.
He was a nobleman with bold eyes.
He was quite tall, had smooth cheeks that gave him the appearance of having grown up well, and his face also looked young.
“Senior Hong Ju-geom.”
A boy close to a young man opened his mouth.
“I understand why the order to retreat was given. The main gate will not be open for a while. It would not be strange if the place had turned into a battlefield by now.”
“You are the young master of Maga. Why did you come alone with the guards that were following you?”
Hong Ju-geom, who was holding the sword properly, asked.
“… It’s an exhibition. Where is the distinction between noble and base social status?”
The boy, Masain of the Ip Hwang Maga, answered in a husky voice for some reason. Then, without saying a word, he pulled out the Ip Hwang sword from his waist and pulled it down.
Hwayeonbi’s eyebrows furrowed.
“That was earlier….”
“It’s a pupil. I’ve already seen some of the Ip Hwang Seong guys use it, but this one moves a little differently. It’s much more detailed. It looks worth studying.”
The old man, Huang Sam, stroked his wrinkled chin and said.
Masain’s face quickly hardened when he saw him.
A bare-handed old man wearing a robe that would only be worn under the scorching sun in the middle of winter.
It was a gentle impression.
He stands out for his attitude that makes him seem like he’s going about everything leisurely, but if he’s the Supreme Guardian of the Muryonghoe, then his very presence here is problematic.
This is because he is a former high-ranking official who should have already stepped down from the council of elders. In terms of the imperial family, it would be like Aksurim acting like the head of the Shingeom unit without even holding a position several decades later.
“ah.”
Taesanghobeop Pancheonno smiled brightly.
“Don’t pay any attention to this old man. Do you really think I’ll shake hands with you?”
“… … .”
“Rather, you should prepare for the rapid currents of the battlefield that you may encounter. As has been the case with all wars past and present, the history of Yangyang will change several times in the blink of an eye.”
The momentum of the old man was different from his words and actions. As his old voice continued, the pressure in his body grew thicker.
The dust that had been rolling around the ground was flattened by an unnatural flow, and Masain had to resist the pressure by creating waves with Hong Jugeom.
‘You said you mainly studied martial arts… …!’
One of the two.
Die or be captured.
Crazy people who openly steal and discuss martial arts secrets. Of course, they can do anything.
It was when Masain, with his eyes wide open, was releasing the pressure with a full-body massage.
“Yes, it is none other than the highest level of martial arts. The battle that will unfold from now on will be extremely unpredictable.”
Just like now, as he finished speaking, Byeoncheonno suddenly stretched out both arms towards the sky.
In that instant, huge ripples like waves on a lakeside rose from those two points, and then a single, blue sword and a heel with a smooth, metallic texture appeared in the center of each point.
Figures with black robes fluttering in the air.
It was the Iphwangseong Changcheondaeju and Mugeukjeonju that struck at the moment and each struck with a single blow.
Kuuuuuuung―!
The ground suddenly sank in a large circle. It happened literally out of nowhere.
In an instant, the air current that began to swirl like a typhoon endlessly crashed into the ground, creating a loud friction noise, and Masain, who immediately used his whole body to develop agility, was the first to escape the pressure.
He was a blue-collar worker.
“By nature!”
With a loud shout, he swung his sword horizontally and shook off Hwa Yeon-bi and the man in white. This was because he had figured out the intentions of the great lords.
The Changcheondaeju and Mugeukjeonju were the last special forces to retrieve the remaining native warriors in the four directions.
Due to the advice of the White Warrior Maung, Iphwangseong eventually decided to retrieve the snow that had been spread throughout Yangyang.
‘We have to move quickly… …!’
Masain turned around with Hong Ju-geom and kicked the ground.
It was very urgent.
Yangyang has long since become a land where strange beings roam. Incomprehensible figures known as peerless masters.
The owner of Mong-in-wol was freely roaming around Yangyang as if it were his own home, with a beautiful and shabby appearance, and Gunma-nok-rim was on the verge of reaching the main castle, crushing all the sects and houses in a straight line without taking any detours.
Not only did Mansangsurochaeju Haeilkwoncheon disable Cheonrimdaeju’s left arm with one blow, he also evaporated all the waterways in the moat surrounding the castle. He then leisurely left, saying that it was too late and that he would come back later.
It all happened recently.
In addition, the warriors of the Muryonghoe are fighting sporadically in various places on the outskirts of the main castle. Even the masters of the Dream Moon and Gunma Green Forest have not yet arrived.
Several leaders of the anti-government factions that had already arrived were waging a skirmish and creating a fearsome atmosphere of pressure in the vicinity.
The winter wind in Yangyang was extremely dry.
The General Headquarters predicted that the moment the Gunma Green Forest’s martial arts forces arrived would be the start of the great war.
‘If you waste time in a place like this… .’
Natural disasters such as the Thirteen Heavenly Weeks may fall on this side.
Masain was wise. He knew that it was better not to be a burden to the lords than to help them out.
“The two of you are a bit too much. Especially Mugeuk… I didn’t know you would be joining forces.”
Percussion!
The voice of the monk faded away behind him. Masain kicked the ground even harder. However, his complexion only grew darker.
‘Coming…!’
From afar.
The energy that seemed to have gathered all the fireballs in the world exploded in a huge wave. It was like a volcano erupting.
The first thing that comes to mind is the word ‘unrivaled’.
It matched the characteristics and spirit of the Muryonghoeju that had been previously transmitted from the General Office. It was truly overwhelming.
‘Is this really a martial art that humans have developed?’
Masain thought. Is that the kind of person a peerless expert who is not an ally is?
“They’re coming! It’s too late!”
It was when Hong Ju-geom suddenly turned around, putting on the brakes on his light-hearted dash.
Phew!
Suddenly, the movements of the unmanned people filling the mountain path all stopped. They were all masters who had either deeply practiced the Baekhoe point or were just beginning to experience the sense of the upper abdomen.
Not only Masain and Hong Jugeom, but also the masters of Muryonghoe and the great lords of Iphwangseong stopped flying through the air and came down to the ground.
within.
They raised their heads in the exact opposite direction of the sound that they assumed was that of the Muryonghoeju. Each of them looked as if their heads were being held by something invisible.
Masain felt faintly.
“… … .”
As if something was looking down on Yangyang from a very tall tree.
Swish.
A huge gaze was fixed upon them, as if sending shivers down their spines.