Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 106 In relationships and relationships (1),

the Pasun Festival ended successfully.

The ancestral rites to Pasun were held solemnly, but the rites lasted less than half an hour. As someone said, the current Pasun Festival was like a festival.

Now that the colorful festival is over, all that remains is to clean up afterward.

The general military mobilized seventy-five percent of the Protestant troops and completed the cleanup in two days.

Even if work is paralyzed for a day or two, I thought it would be better in the long run to get things sorted out quickly.

Is that why? Shinkyo regained his calm as if he had never been in such an atmosphere.

Just as even the wind, which is nothing special, can feel particularly cold after a hot summer, Cheonma Shinyo Bridge looked very quiet after the bustling festival.

* * *

“Are you okay?”

“Huh! “Huh!”

Ma Dong-pil, covered in sweat, was panting with both hands on the ground.

Xu Liang grinned. As he held the sword on his shoulder without breaking a single drop of sweat, his face even looked radiant.

“It’s still pretty good. “It’s increasing every day.”

“Gasp! Thank you!”

“What is gratitude? I will be safe only if you become strong. Just think of it as an investment.”

Despite his words, Ma Dong-pil felt grateful.

There are degrees to investing too. Seoryang, who taught me with care for every single cut and step, was a better teacher than any other instructor I had seen at Shingyo.

“One last round?”

“of course!”

“Choose your breath properly. “Let’s stick together properly since it’s the last time.”

“yes!”

Ma Dong-pil, who had caught his breath for half an hour, straightened his sword.

Then the front door slammed! It opened with a sound.

“I’m here…!”

Pow!

Wi Hongryeon, who had spun around in the air, fell down. She collapsed with the whites of her eyes exposed and her tongue sticking out, and a fist-sized rock was rolling next to her.

Xu Liang growled.

“You don’t even knock on the door anymore? “Go crazy and take that.”

Ma Dong-pil swallowed his saliva.

“Late Confucius. Still…”

“But what!”

“…no.”

“Anyway, it seems like it’s irrational. I’ll have to spank you later. “Somehow, that thing doesn’t die.”

I thought that getting spanked would be better than getting hit by a rock, but Ma Dong-pil didn’t dare say it out loud.

Now was the time to focus on one sword rather than the safety of Wei Hongryun.

“Start.”

“yes.”

Cheeeeeek!

As soon as he finished speaking, blue sword energy rose from the Ink King’s sword.

It wasn’t the secret single soul sword or the noble sword. It could be seen that the sword device gently rising from the point of the sword was aimed at striking, not slashing.

The corners of Seo-ryang’s mouth rose.

‘I learned faster.’

Being a strong herbivore is not necessarily advantageous. The goal is to find the most effective attack against the opponent.

Just like Seo-ryang, who instinctively pulled out his sword and struck it down when Lee Cheon-sang said he would give him a lesson, he

must have the eye to find loopholes and exploit weaknesses to be considered a true expert.

Even the strong and heavy swords that Ma Dong-pil pursued were martial arts of a type that almost never hit the odds if you just put them into practice.

If you can obtain a clear martial law on both sides of the attack, you will boast of unassailable military power.

“I’m going with my sword.”

“Come anytime.”

After a moment of concentration, Ma Dong-pil moved.

Boom!

An honest advance without any tricks.

Seo-ryang’s eyes sparkled.

‘Look at this?’

The speed of moving forward is not fast. It was not like Ma Dong-pil, who continued to make explosive movements in order to somehow force the blow.

‘How are you going to attack me?’

This time, Seoryang couldn’t read Ma Dongpil’s intentions.

By the time the distance was narrowed down to three, two, and one chapters.

Ugh.

Ma Dong-pil swung his sword.

‘uh?’

I thought I would be able to get qualified quickly and quickly, but that wasn’t the case.

Swing the Inkwangsword downward from above at a distance that cannot be reached. It wasn’t dark and the speed was just slow.

‘What are you doing… Sigh!’

Coooooo!

At that moment, a strong feeling of weight came from above my shoulders.

Damn it!

Incontinence spread across the land where Xiliang walked. My body felt heavy, as if I was carrying a thousand pounds of rock.

‘That bastard…’

Ma Dong-pil’s face was pale and did not match his serious expression. It meant that the power released in an instant was enormous.

Xi Liang lifted the Yongrin sword on his shoulder. His movements were unusually slow. It is being influenced by Ma Dong-pil’s sword pressure.

“Keuung!”

Kwazizig!

The intangible sword pressure that was pressing down in the air was completely shattered.

At the same time, Ma Dong-pil moved.

bang!

Unlike before, this is an explosive movement. It was faster than any speed shown before.

Xu Liang’s eyes wavered. The point of the Ink King’s sword, which pushed out the air, was aimed at his heart chamber.

It is too late to deal with it by swinging the Yongrindo. Before he knew it, his left hand was holding the chilya sword that was attached to his right waist belt.

The Heavenly Demon’s killer soldiers and the ancient demon soldiers collided head-on.

Qarring!

“Wow!”

Ma Dong-pil was thrown out of the training ground with an explosion of alcohol.

After rolling several times, he vomited blood once.

“Uweek!”

The pouring blood proved serious internal injuries. It was a two-way attack that was carried out at the risk of internal injuries, but on top of that, he was hit with a sword that was too difficult to handle.

It was fortunate that I did not lose consciousness.

Cherry Blossom, who saw the scene from afar, was surprised and ran to Ma Dong-pil.

“Master Ma! Are you okay?”

“Cluck cluck! “Gasp!”

I can’t come to my senses at all. It was an aftereffect of receiving the sword’s shock wave. I’m conscious, but I can’t even kneel due to dizziness.

Aenghwa looked at Seoryang with worried eyes.

“Late Confucius. “What should I do?”

Seo-ryang did not recognize her gaze or voice. I was busy looking at Ma Dong-pil with surprised eyes.

But even for a moment.

Cheer ring!

After leading the way neatly, he approached Ma Dong-pil. Ma Dong-pil tried to get up somehow, but he kept leaning.

The shock wave penetrated the eardrum and caused an abnormality in the sense of balance.

Xiliang’s hand touched his famous acupoint.

Wooooow.

High-purity magical energy swirled around Ma Dong-pil’s whole body in an instant.

That wasn’t all. Above the Guyumagong, he even used the Muaegong.

Grumbling.

Dead blood flowed from Ma Dong-pil’s nose. At the same time, my shaken vision was corrected and the dizziness disappeared.

“Whoop!” Whoop!”

Only then did Ma Dong-pil come to his senses and look up at Seo-ryang, out of breath.

“I’m sorry. “It looked ugly.”

Seo-ryang looked down at Ma Dong-pil without saying a word.

Ma Dong-pil’s expression showed puzzlement. I’ve never seen Seoryang’s face like that before.

A strange face that looks both admirable and bitter, surprised and not very appropriate.

“hey.”

“Yes yes?”

“Since when?”

“…I’m sorry, but what do you mean?”

Xu Liang touched his lips. I didn’t know how to explain this.

‘her! ‘Why are there all these guys?’

In martial arts, there is a technique called Cheongeunchu (千斤錘).

A technique to amplify the weight of one’s body using powerful internal energy.

Of course, that’s just the opinion of those who don’t really know about Cheongeunchu. No matter how magical the inner energy is, it cannot amplify the weight of the human body.

However, just as you can use internal force to generate a force greater than muscle strength, you can load an explosive ‘feel’ of weight in an instant by pouring internal force into the center of gravity.

But that’s usually only possible for my body. Like Ma Dong-pil, using the technique of Cheongeunchu to press the sword and press down on another person’s body was something that not just anyone could do.

It was also one of the paths leading to the divine skills of empty space creatures. It was also in line with the ability of a transcendental master who emits energy waves to subdue the bodies of others.

“If you had been able to use the move you just made when confronting Ji Young-hyeon, you would have been able to subdue him too.”

“…yes?”

“Ji Young-hyun had overwhelming strength. It was enough to suppress even highly enlightened masters. But it’s a power that doesn’t work in front of truly talented people.”

Ma Dong-pil nodded without realizing it. For example, Seo-ryang overpowered Ji Yeong-hyeon in an instant.

“Just like you a little while ago.”

“…!”

“How did you come up with the idea to use such a trick?”

“Ah… I just…”

Ma Dong-pil, who had been rambling, said with his face set.

“I thought that a quick and strong attack could not even touch Confucius.”

“That is correct. “Because I’m faster and stronger than you.”

“yes. In that case, I decided it was right to maximize my strengths. This is because, even with the same strength, efficiency is higher when using familiar martial arts.”

“I made the right decision.”

“But I figured that a simple attack wouldn’t make much of a difference from before. There, I got a clue from Confucius’ martial arts skills.”

“clue? which?”

“Confucius’s method of drawing… So…”

“The method of painting old people.”

“You’ve demonstrated it to me once before, right?”

“It did?”

“The cold wind of ice and snow that permeated after the extreme firepower that came after the powerful sword wind was truly the utopia of martial arts.

However, the reason why the cold wind was more scary was because the Choshik used right in front of him was Geukyang Jigong.”

“So you maximized the sense of speed by using a sharp sword after a blunt sword?”

“yes. Of course, even that didn’t seem to work, so I tried to amplify the power of the sword as a precaution.”

Ma Dong-pil sighed.

“In the end, this too had to bow before a stronger power.”

“…Fool.”

“to?”

“You don’t know how amazing Ji has done.”

Seoliang did not hide his admiration.

“It was the moment I admired the most purely for my martial arts skills since I met you.”

“…!”

“Just as important as honest effort is a change in thinking. “Changes in ideas come from creativity, and creativity can only be unleashed when you truly know your abilities.”

“….”

“I was able to come up with such a number because I knew the biggest advantage of your martial arts.

Such creativity and attempts accumulate to form a large mass. “Do you know what that lump is called?”

“I am well…”

“It is called enlightenment.”

“…!”

“Enlightenment is not just a flash of light and inspiration. “Growing without realizing it through calm effort and constant practice is also enlightenment.”

Seo-ryang tapped Ma Dong-pil on the shoulder.

“I was truly impressed. Even I was almost in danger. “If it were so bad, I wouldn’t have chosen the Chilyado.”

Ma Dong-pil’s face showed a look of emotion. I was thrilled to receive such praise from the respected Confucius.

“It’s just that your body isn’t trained enough to use a trick like that. “The amount of pure energy is close to mine, but my body cannot fully utilize that power.”

“Ah…”

“Of course, you have trained sufficiently so far. Nevertheless, the fact that the body cannot endure is not because of poor training. “It’s because of the limitations of the magic you are learning.”

Xu Liang stood up.

“I’m having some breakfast.”

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t tell me.”

Just like that, Seo-ryang hurriedly walked out the front door. Take a look at the Wi Hongnyeon that has fallen to the side! It was after he committed the atrocity of kicking and throwing at Ma Dong-pil.

* * *

“oh! “This is it.”

Seoryang’s face brightened as he watched Geumgang Night Magic Gong, one of the Ten Magic Books.

“It’s just his thing.”

Originally, I thought of the Pocheon Geummagong (捕天禁魔功) that I saw at Gojuk Forest a while ago, but my thoughts changed after seeing this martial art.

Geumgang Yacha Magick was a perfect match for Ma Dong-pil, to the point where it felt like it was a martial art created just for him.

“I chose this and a couple of sword techniques… Huh?”

Xiliang narrowed his eyes.

There was someone secretly hiding behind the numerous bookshelves, glancing at them.

But….

‘Small?’

He’s very short.

‘White?’

The skin is very white.

‘…young?’

And he was very young.

Xiliang scratched his head.

“who are you?”

“Hiccup!”

Even though I was looking at it, I don’t think I knew I would get caught. A girl with hiccups appeared, crossing her toes, probably because she was quite surprised.

‘Hmm, I don’t know who he is, but he is that guy.’

cute.

She was a girl with a lot of cuteness. It is difficult to estimate age. If you look at it at first glance, it looks like it is around six or seven years old, but if you look a lot, it can look like it is over ten years old.

The girl, who had been rolling her eyes nervously, folded her back.

“Hello, Brother!”

Seo-ryang unconsciously clutched his chest.