Legend of the Northern Blade novel - chapter 188
Due to some copyright issues. I changed some word such god= supreme-ruler. /diviné= supreme. And some Chinese words etc, all of this to avoid copyright *.*
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Myeongryu Mountain, awakening from a coma, cried sadly. I wasn’t crying because the wound hurt. He was crying because he was sad that his challenge had ended in vain.
The Moon Moon comforted him, but his cry did not stop easily.
Jinmuwon did not give any consolation to Myeongryusan Mountain. What he needed now was not because he thought it was time to be quiet alone, not such a little comfort.
Regardless of the defeat of Mt. Myeongryu, the bimu competition proceeded as scheduled. The number of personnel from more than six hundred people suddenly decreased to about one hundred.
There are fifty-six people in all of the chuck horses selected for this competition. If you win one more time, you can be picked up on the stick, so the eyes of the young warriors were shining more enthusiastically than ever.
Among the 100 or so remaining people in the end, young warriors from Gudaemunpa and Odaesega were mixed evenly. In addition, Changryonghoe’s warriors such as Shim Won-ui and Hyeon Gong-hui and Uneo-sages belonged to about a hundred.
All the chaffs fell off, and only a net exhaust was left.
Their goal was not simply to belong to the chocks. He was aiming for the position of the smallest vice-lord and finally the lord.
It is a confrontation in which only the strongest remain. It was going to be a terrible fight that was different from the previous bimu. Knowing that fact, the faces of the warriors who remained in the final race were stiff with tension.
The final confrontation was of interest to the US so that all of the heads of Unjung-cheon, including the teenage elders, came out.
Among the finalists, the one who stood out most was also Shim Won-ui. As a member of Chilsocheon, Shim Won-ui overwhelmed other competitors with his overwhelming skills.
Gunwoongs predicted that Shim Won-ui would become the lord of the squad. To that extent, Simwon’s armed forces were absolutely outstanding and boasted unrivaled majesty.
Shim Won-ui looked down at the people under the non-stage. There was nothing rough and nothing to notice. He thought that this stage existed for himself, and the atmosphere was actually turning that way.
The impression of Shim Won-ui, who looked at the military men looking up at himself under the non-stage, suddenly frowned.
‘Jinmuwon.’
The one he felt most grievous was in the middle of the army. He was trying to make him look as normal as possible, mixed with people, but the military men who were already nearby recognized him and were muzzling.
Although there was no sense of being obscured by the event of picking the horseback, Jinmuwon’s presence was still deeply imprinted in the minds of the military men.
Just as Shim Won-ui noticed Jinmuwon’s existence, the leaders of Unjungcheon also noticed his appearance and chatted among themselves. The faces of the leaders of Unjungcheon were uncomfortable.
Jinmuwon was an uninvited guest invited to their feast. Of course, it was bound to be uncomfortable. What made them feel worse was that there was no deserving way to sanction such a criminal.
First of all, I had to hold an event to select the chocks. It wasn’t too late to think of revenge against Jinmuwon after that. They were so comforting and glared at Jinmuwon.
Even with the young gaze of the enemy staring at him, Jin Muwon’s expression did not change. He had already completed a sense of immobility that could not be shaken by external fluctuations. I couldn’t shake his inner side at this much.
Watching the non-martial arts contest, Jin Muwon gained a lot of enlightenment. Most of the finalists in the bimu competition were renowned disciples of Kangho. Jaffa’s visionary feasts, which are not usually easily unfolded, were generously unfolded, and Jin Muwon captured the herbivorous food they unfolded one by one.
It spread out in many branches, but eventually, if you go back to its roots, the martial arts resulted in one.
To kill others while protecting me.
For that one purpose, martial arts have developed for hundreds or thousands of years, and are now. Because of this, the appearance may be different, but when we delve into the fundamentals, the principles are the same.
For Jin Mu-won, the Bimu Contest was not just a place to watch, but a place to study to raise the level of one’s martial arts. Above all, it was a great income to be able to gauge the level of each cult through the confrontation of young unmanned men.
It was then.
Whooong!
Suddenly, the story shed a weak sword. A familiar voice followed.
“How, are you having fun?”
Jo Ungyeong was the owner of the harsh voice. Suddenly, he passed through the military men and came to the end. The story of his appearance was on guard with swordsmanship.
He laughed.
“There is no need to be so vigilant. Because today I just came out.”
“Can I go around like that? Isn’t it necessary to pursue the hegemony and heavy prosecutors even now?”
“It will be corrected even if I don’t care about it.”
Jo Ungyeong said the words unintentionally, but Jinmuwon was able to get some information.
‘Is it correct even if I don’t care? Is someone working on it instead? It’s a story that you are not alone after all.’
Jin Moo-won suddenly felt his mind moving.
Even right now, the intense urge to pull out the story and cut Jo Ungyeong’s throat was dominating the whole body. It was not his will, but rather the will of a story.
At that moment, Jo Ungyeong suddenly took a step between the people nearby. In any case, it was an expression of the will to use those around him as shields.
If you attack Jo Ungyeong as it is now, people nearby will die. Will you take that risk and attack, or will you watch Jo Ungyeong as it is?
Jinmuwon’s decision was the latter.
He forcibly subsided the life of the story. Then Jo Ungyeong said with a wide smile.
“You haven’t answered my question yet. Are you having fun?”
“I don’t see it as fun.”
“You are still very knowledgeable. There’s no such thing as flexibility. It must be your charm too. The stubbornness that never changes once you make up your mind.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Woohoo! Would you like to hold my hand, Muwon?”
Suddenly Jo Ungyeong reached out his hand. It is the hand that killed countless people in Yunnan and learned the crosshairs.
“I am the one who killed my brother’s father.”
“Know.”
“But you mean you’re going to hold hands with me?”
“If that’s the case, isn’t the lesson offset because my father also killed your father?”
Jinmuwon’s eyes sank to Jo Ungyeong’s sophistry.
“Is it your will, or did the people behind you let you do that?”
“Who is behind me?”
“The number of double sides.”
Jo Ungyeong’s face quickly hardened at the unexpected words of Jinmuwon. From his appearance, Jin Muwon noticed that his guess was correct.
“You have exceeded my expectations every time.”
“I see, too.”
“Do you know what?”
“What do you mean?”
“Therefore, I am sure that I have stepped into the fire of hell. You shouldn’t say that word forever.”
“Do you know what?”
“… … .”
“Since that day ten years ago, I have never been out of hell.”
At the words of Jin Muwon, Jo Ungyeong’s eyes became cold.
The two looked into each other’s eyes silently for a moment.
“Eh!”
“Why is it so cold?”
Those around them rubbed their shoulders and stepped back. They warned that their instincts should not be here.
“Who are you, the group that uses the double-sided Sura?”
“If you know that, you will die. Right here.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“No, it does matter. Not only you, but all those who are associated with you will be erased from this world. Ha Jin-Wol, Dol Moon Moon, Nam Su-ryun, and even the upper part of Baekryong. Because of you alone, all of them are exterminated from the world. Does that mean that it doesn’t matter?”
“Who the hell are they… … .”
“The world is wide and the knowledge you know is only a small fraction. Don’t measure the world with your good knowledge. It must be a shortcut to destruction.”
“… … .”
“Now the blade of the reaper will find you. Be careful. Still, this is advice because I once thought that I was a younger brother.”
Jo Ungyeong slowly stepped back. He was still holding people nearby as hostages.
Jin Moo-won stared at Jo Un-gyeong moving away. The last thing he saw was a smile on the tail of Jo Ungyeong’s mouth.
When Jo Ungyeong finally disappeared, Jin Muwon opened his mouth.
“Have you heard?”
“heard.”
The answer came from a man nearby. He was a man in his early twenties who was sweating with his fat body.
It was a blue man.
Jinmuwon placed it nearby in case this moment would come.
“Please follow him.”
“It was true even if it wasn’t.”
“If you feel dangerous, step back immediately.”
“Huh! Don’t worry. Because I take care of my body.”
The blue man smiled to reveal his gums.
He seeped through the people. I started tracking.
Jin Muwon’s gaze again turned to the non-stage. A fierce fight was taking place on the non-stage.
It was a fight between the black warrior Jo Wol and Hyeon Gong Hwi.
Hyeon Gong-hui is one of Chilsocheon. Although he had a shameful experience of defeating Jin Muwon, not many of Joongwon’s later indexes would suffer him.
The one that Hyeon Gong-hui paid the most attention to and was wary of was Shim Won-ui. I didn’t intend to bow my head to him just because he belonged to the same Changryonghoe.
‘I will take revenge against Jinmu-won after becoming the lord of the chuck horse.’
He sharpened his teeth.
If it was simply to become a member of the Chuck Squad, you only had to win this time. However, in order to become the lord, he had to win at least three more times in the future. It was important to win while arranging physical strength.
Hyeon Gong-hui said to Jowol, raising his aerodynamic power to the polarity.
“You guys, you think you weren’t lucky. Because meeting me at this moment is your biggest defeat.”
“You are saying what I want to say. Heh!”
Jowol shed a gloomy smile. Hyeon Gong-hui’s eyebrows wriggled.
“dare!”
Hyeon Gong-hui pulled out a large rod worn on her back and rushed to Jo-Wol. The rod with polar aerodynamic force was vomiting the ungwoong bongmyeong (棒鳴).
Hyeon Gong-hui, a man who can handle the most diverse weapons in the world, flew toward Jowol like a meteor.
Hyeon Gong-hui’s rod contained the power to crush a rock the size of a house at once. Jowol also knew that. Still, he didn’t move.
Jowol moved when Hyeon Gong-hui’s rod reached his nose. He wanted his hand to lightly stir in the air, but Hyeon Gong-hui’s rod was cut off.
However, Hyeon Gong-hui did not panic and pulled out Gon and swung it. However, his gon also turned into powder and shattered just before it touched Jowol’s body.
“Unbelievable!”
Hyeon Gong-hui’s security resounded in the air.
He hurriedly pulled out Nang-a-do and Wolgok-do, which were worn on his back, at the same time.
Goosebumps came up all over my body. I remembered a wolf that I encountered in the wilderness when I was a kid.
The wolf’s red eyes, which were filled only with tenacity for food and madness, were projected onto Jowol in front of him.
‘But it is me who survives. Like it was back then.’
Shh!
Nang-a-do and Wolgok-do flew toward Jowol’s neck with a sharp sound.
At that moment, Jowol fluttered black bloody clothes and rushed toward Hyeon Gong-hui. Because of that, Hyeon Gong-hui’s Nang-a-do and Wolgok-do were in vain.
“this!”
When Hyeon Gong-hui was awakened, Jowol had already penetrated her chest.
The palm that was covered in bloody clothes appeared. His palms, as dark as the clothes he was wearing, burst into Hyun Gong-hui’s chest.
Poop!
Hyeon Gong-hui’s body bounced back with a sound as if a wall bomb was exploding. Hyeon Gong-hui’s body, flying like a broken kite, drew a parabolic line and was buried on the floor under the non-stage.
Hyeon Gong-hui, who had been wriggling for a moment, suddenly vomited blood, and then it drooped. As it is, it is desperate.
“… … .”
A suffocating silence subsided.
This was the first time the death toll came out during the non-martial arts competition.
Hyeon Gong-hui was the deceased, and Jo-wol was the one who killed him.
Cho Wol, a black dancer, was smiling on the non-stage.
Suddenly, the eyes of Jowol and Jin Muwon met in the air. At the moment, Jowol’s smile grew deeper.