The Genius Martial Artist Who Remembers Everything Chapter 357

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7. ‘What is this?’ At first, I thought Yong So-ah was trying to kill me.

Because the question of why one is alive is that unfamiliar.

Moreover, he has several justifications for killing me.

One of them would be the incident at Maryeong Plateau.

The guy made a mistake, and as a result, the reputation of the shaman and the guy hit rock bottom.

Because of that, I also heard that the power of shamans within the Jeongdohoe had completely drained away for a while.

In addition, after forming a certain degree of closeness with Haomun, he had him spread malicious rumors about him.

The criticism against him also continued to spread without ever diminishing.

The effect was significant.

People who had been harboring resentment toward the shaman’s authoritarianism, knowingly or unknowingly, stepped forward in unison to criticize him, and the shaman’s activities were noticeably diminished compared to other Jeongdohoe sects.

Above all, it is true that the reputation of Yong So-ah, which was once revered as sacred, has faded.

According to Dang Seo-hui, she heard that there were often people who cursed at Yong So-ah to her face while she was active in the Yongbong Branch.

Even at this level, most people would choose suicide or struggle to figure out where the rumor originated.

Anyone can see that the current one-sided criticism looks a bit artificial.

Of course, you would want to catch and kill the guy who started that rumor.

A person as capable as Yong So-ah wouldn’t be held back by helplessness.

In other words, there is no need to endure it.

So I had a reasonable suspicion that Yong So-ah intended to kill me.

However, ‘That’s strange.’ There is no murderous intent in that guy.

There was no sign of hostility or anything resembling it. ‘What on earth is going on?’ His face was filled with nothing but pure bewilderment.

“What…….”

And that is better than living.

Are you talking nonsense?

It felt even more unpleasant.

For a moment, Yong So-ah’s eyes flashed brightly, then quickly faded.

“…….”

And a suffocating silence follows.

Only the sound of a torch blazing and swaying in the wind could be heard from the side.

His expression, reflected in the shadow of the fire, turned emotionless once again.

“Why.”

As the sense of doubt that had at least made it look human vanished, I felt like I was facing an inanimate object once again.

“I asked if he was alive.”

And I felt it.

That the question itself is somehow wrong.

He must be well aware that I have survived countless near-death experiences, as the rumors are widespread.

And the reaction of most people who heard such rumors was, “What did you do!” and “How did you survive!” It was not, “Why are you alive?”

But this guy… … .

“It looks like you don’t like the fact that I’m alive, do you?”

He was speaking as if my death was only natural.

He drew up the Taeeul Jingyeong.

Instead of the wind subsiding, the shamanic robes gradually swell up.

Baekwol Jecheon Samsik? Manhae Cheonji Geomgyeol? Or Jegal Samsik?

I think of the martial arts techniques to use against him.

Having already gone through countless real battles, I have no fear of any enemy I may encounter.

However, judging by the memory of Yongsoa being summoned soon after, I am not sure how effective they will actually be.

Even though I am an endlessly hateful and detestable being.

As far as I know, he is clearly a ‘monster’ who is no less than those damn demon cult members.

“Come to think of it, Yongso-ah, I don’t like the fact that you’re alive either.”

You didn’t understand what I said.

He slowly turns his body.

He looks like he is standing comfortably, but I know him well.

Swordsmanship

That posture, which appears to be standing comfortably, is a unique sword-drawing technique created by Yong So-ah herself.

“Concealing neither killing intent nor aura, I eliminate the opponent before they can even think of responding.” “You crazy bastard, are you really planning to use your hands here?” I drew up the Taeeul Jingyeong with all my might and assumed the sword-drawing stance.

No matter how fast his sword drawing technique is, the extreme speed of the White Moon Heaven-Slaying Three Styles can certainly surpass that speed.

It feels as if my palms are getting damp at the sight of him standing so perfectly still, without a single flaw.

As I glared at him without even blinking, he looked at himself once and spoke.

“Hmm… do you know this?”

A look of doubt crosses his face once again.

“Swordsmanship

There are still few people who know about it.

mudfish.

“Most of those who knew are dead,” mutters Yong So-ah.

It’s a disaster.

I revealed my numbers too quickly because of my animosity toward him.

“You were threatening to kill me just moments ago, so did you think I would let my guard down?”

I tried to make an excuse as if nothing was wrong, but he was staring intently into my eyes as if he had already lost interest.

“Jin So-woon. You are…… uncertainty.”

And uncertainty always causes problems.

Srrrr.

His beloved sword, the Whirlwind Sword, is drawn.

The silver blade, illuminated by the soft moonlight, was more transparent and clear than any sword I had ever seen.

I remember the moment that beautiful sword was aimed at my neck.

and.

“Do you know? You’re definitely the wrong answer.”

I know the future he will create.

Everything you decided was always the wrong answer.

He knows the results of the things he chose in his past life.

That was by no means the right choice.

however.

“I…… don’t make wrong choices.”

He in this life still doesn’t know.

“Ha… damn it.”

That flat voice makes my anger flare up.

“Then… Maryeong Plateau is a bastard!”

The anger that has been held back finally collapses and pours out.

Baekwoljecheonsamsikje Ilsikgeukkae (Extremely Fast)

The sword blade is swung.

Waaah

-Sound follows.

No one is spared from speeds that transcend perception, whether big or small.

A sword that is faster than anything and sharper than anything.

That’s because the White Moon Sword’s first move is extremely fast.

but.

Squeak.

The distinctive martial arts costume of the Wudang sect, made of blue and white cloth, was cut off.

The red solid line that should have followed is… … .

“her…….”

It wasn’t visible.

“A sharp, fast sword. And a surprise attack on top of that.”

Judging by the reaction, it must be clear that this is the first time seeing it.

Nevertheless, there was nothing more than a brief moment of admiration.

But that is all.

Srrrr

– The Hyeoncheon Seven Star Sword unfolds together with Jeunjong.

The moment seven sword shadows fell simultaneously.

He scatters the Twin Heaven Sword Technique to block the sword.

Charrrrr.

It blocks the seven sword shadows of countless sword forms.

Clearly, the Shaman’s justice is the Taiji.

However, the weight of each falling sword is the Way of the Hegemon

It was no different from that of.

To think that something that so effortlessly digs into weak points carries such coercive weight.

It is a swordsmanship just like that guy’s.

I drew up the power of the Taeeul Jingyeong even more.

Puff puff puff.

With the explosion of sword energy, the guy’s whirlwind sword is flung backward.

Judging by the way his eyebrows twitched, he looked quite surprised, too.

“Do I still look like that Jin So-woon from the Maryeong Plateau!”

The energy of the sword engulfs everything around Yong So-ah.

With every swing of the sword, it pours out unilaterally, as if to cut through everything and obliterate everything.

Even the Demonic Cult of Mukrim were intimidated by this level of power and hesitated.

Pow pow pow!

The aftermath of a powerful explosion knocks over the torch illuminating the darkness.

Sparks rise up all around like fireflies.

Yong So-ah, standing at the center, catches the light and sparkles as always.

Yes. He always, always, just like now, shone nobly all alone in the mud.

Amidst those losing their lives as human shields, and among warriors worse than third-rates desperately struggling to live even one more day, he shone alone and nobly.

So, truly.

“You are the one who must die! Yongso!”

More sword shadows and phantom swords are splitting out than ever before.

Swords were lined up so densely in the area that it could be called a forest of swords, and there was no way to escape.

Amidst such a storm of sword energy and shadow, a graceful silver blade moves.

– Srrrr

Instead of the noise that should have erupted as swords clashed.

A soft sound, like sharpening a blade on a whetstone, spreads continuously.

Then, a man dressed in blue and white martial arts robes walks out of the sword forest as smoothly as flowing water. ‘How did this happen?’ It was less admiration for the opponent’s level and more a question about an incomprehensible realm.

No matter how quick-witted a person is, they cannot avoid falling rainwater or block the seeping wind.

But to think you pulled that off.

No matter who Yongso is, isn’t this an absurd act?

But there is no time to worry.

Didn’t we learn it every time in the Silent Forest and the Demonic Realm?

If it doesn’t work, keep trying until it does.

If it doesn’t break, just keep hitting it until it does.

Shhhhhh.

The Socheon Sword Technique is repeatedly performed.

Overlapping and overlapping just like the Great Heaven Sword Technique, like the Twin Heaven Sword Secret.

rustle

It unfolds like a phantom sword that leaves an afterimage.

As if realizing this wouldn’t work, Yong So-ah’s sword went into a defensive position.

Unfolds.

It seemed as though the energy in the shape of the Taegeuk symbol was materializing along with his swordplay.

Gooooo

-The moment when the energy waves, having exerted their full power, are about to face each other.

“What are you doing!”

A voice was heard.

Our two swords came to a halt at the sanction of a massive, undeniable energy.

Before my black heart.

In front of his black neck.

I want to hear an explanation for this situation!

The low but dripping cold voice was Dang Seo-hui’s.

Yong So-ah’s gaze, which had been looking into my eyes, turns toward Dang Seo-hee.

Then, the Whirlwind Sword is slowly withdrawn.

“It’s nothing special. It’s just a common duel.”

After making that excuse, Yong So-ah turned around abruptly.

Dang Seo-hui glared at Yong So-ah, but he walked toward his quarters without saying a word.

Then, eyes turned toward me as if expecting an explanation.

I answered as I sheathed the Red Light Sword.

It was just a duel.

I had nothing else to say. #The next day.

Dang Seo-hui approached while I was eating.

It was Yongso-ah who left first.

Hwajungsan Mountain also came closer to me.

“You brat. Is it true that you had a fight with Yong So-ah?”

I chose my words carefully, unsure how to answer, and gave a vague response.

I just received the teaching.

“Just like you received it from me?”

Hwajungsan’s face was contorted in pain.

I answered roughly.

Still, it certainly lacked the sharp edge of the plum blossoms from Hwasan.

“……

joy!”

The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch for some reason as he snorted.

Hwajungsan once again devoted himself to his meal, but Dang Seohui did not take her eyes off me.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you fought about?”

To be honest, I didn’t know why we fought, or why he had genuinely lunged at me.

All I felt as we exchanged swords was, ‘It was dry, without even the slightest wavering.’ I could clearly sense the will to kill, but there was absolutely no emotion in it.

His sword still had no emotion, just as in the past, and his spirit was not imbued with malice.

That is why I had nothing else to say in response.

“Well… Senior Tang said that playing the role of a chivalrous hero is stupid.”

“……!!!”

Dang Seo-hui opened her mouth wide and glared with wide eyes as if in great shock.

“So when I told him that what the party senior was doing was not a game but the realization of justice, he called me a fool, too. So we fought.”

Dang Seo-hui, who had been in shock for quite some time, soon returned to a blank expression and stroked my head with her small hand.

“That’s admirable. You did a great job. Yongso-ah is the bigger fool.”

Hwa Jeong-san shook his head in disbelief from the side, but in any case, Dang Seo-hui seemed satisfied with the answer.

Dang Seo-hee also started eating.

Since he does not eat vegetables, when I put vegetable side dishes on top of his rice, he glared at me with sharp eyes, then chewed and eventually swallowed it.

“Th-that Muggle thing…….”

You need to grow taller.

While handing over side dishes every other time, Hwajungsan spat out a remark.

“What do you really intend to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about the instructor. You don’t actually think you can just let this slide after making such a big deal out of it, do you?”

I couldn’t help but gape in surprise, just like Dang Seo-hui earlier.

Are you worried about me right now?

To think of concerns about Hwajungsan.

It really is worth living again.

To think I’d see this scoundrel worrying about me.

How on earth do you see me?

He is a scoundrel.

This bastard… … .”

As Hwa Jeong-san gritted his teeth, Dang Seo-hui chimed in.

“Hwajungsan is indeed a scoundrel. He went to another sect and picked a fight with the sect master like that. He really is a scoundrel.”

“Th-that was just a test! A promised test! Inspection!”

“I assigned him that role because he was a scoundrel to begin with. Human nature does not change easily.”

To think Dang Seo-hee’s simple logic worked.

Seeing Hwajungsan with its mouth shut, I could not help but be surprised once again.

Sahwaldan spent three more days at Mandokmun.

Mandokmun was a group of technicians who handled poisons, and at the same time, possessed excellent medical skills like the Tang family.

The students were healthy patients who showed immediate results from their treatment.

After the treatment was mostly finished, there were no longer any who could not move on their own.

Most of them became able to move on their own.

Nevertheless, Mandokmun provided several carriages to ensure the injured could return comfortably.

In addition, one unit was dispatched to ensure they could safely reach the Kunming branch.

They mainly traveled during the day and used large inns, so there were no raids.

Ever since I left Mookrim, I didn’t have to worry about attracting the attention of the Demonic Cult, but there was always the possibility of something going wrong.

Still, the students at the academy were not very afraid.

In any case, most of the injuries have recovered, and I have regained my vitality while resting.

On the contrary, there were also those who vowed to take revenge if it appeared.

In addition, Dang Seo-hui and Hwa Jeong-san being together also played a big role.

“But why are these kids walking like this?”

At Hwajungsan’s question, I turned my head and looked around at the students.

Well, I suppose Hwajungsan would be curious.

“Hey, Jongnam, you stingy brat! What are you going to do when you get back?”

“Well… are you returning to the clan?”

“Well, I was thinking of having a drink with the Seocheonmun guys.”

The distinction between the Jeongdohoe, Baekdohoe, and the 12 Peaks has disappeared.

It was only natural that the procession of a hodgepodge army, transcending the affiliation and skill levels of each martial arts school, seemed unfamiliar to him.

I looked at the bald man standing beside me like a bodyguard… no, Ilgak and Cheolsunjik.

I’m not sure either.

In any case, as they left Mukrim, the Sasaldan was as good as disbanded.

After entering the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, there is no longer any need to match the escape procession.

However, the students were still walking in step with the procession of the Life and Death Squad.

There were also those who, as if accustomed to it by now, showed off their deep friendships within the unit, transcending sects and affiliations.

And Hwajungsan found this extremely strange.

“If the student center representative isn’t normal, do the students end up like this too?”

That is too harsh.

So, are you saying this is normal?

Didn’t the Murim Alliance originally profess to be an organization that transcends affiliation and clan?

“You’re talking nonsense. It has never happened even once in the history of the Murim Alliance… and you think it’s only natural?”

I shrugged my shoulders and stopped trying to persuade.

Then again, considering the Murim Alliance was formed in this form only after they fled to the North Sea, it is understandable that it is hard to believe…

“ah!”

Hwajungsan clenched his palm into a fist as if he had realized something.

“So you bribed them! I heard you had so much money! Right!! That was it!”

Right. He got along really well with Gye Cheol-yeong and was a very close friend of his.

I almost forgot.

“W-what’s with that look!”

I couldn’t hide my pity.