Chronicles Of The Martial God’s Return

Episode 130:

The stronger a person is, the easier it is for him to break down.

Namgoong Sohye has strong pride.

The fact that he was born as a direct descendant of one of the eight major clans and was trained in the orthodox swordsmanship of the clan, or that he was at the forefront of it and was called an outstanding late swordsman since childhood.

Those things made Namgoong Sohye what she is today.

In fact, Namgung-cheon’s harsh education became the source of her arrogant self-confidence.

“Haa… Haa… Haa….”

“Huh… Hah…”

Nangong Cheon said nothing as he looked at the two people panting from afar. Although I felt at a loss for words, I also thought that perhaps this was only natural.

“Is what the sword contains… technique?”

I heard Dan Woohyun’s voice muttering.

Yes, what is contained in Nangong Xiaohye’s sword is definitely Nangong Tian’s technique. However, she is just imitating and cannot handle it perfectly, so it is meaningless.

“You can’t survive through imitation alone.”

Dan Woo-hyeon laughed.

Jang Sam-tae’s capabilities are clearly inferior to Namgung So-hye’s. It would not be an exaggeration to say that not only the experience but also the sword techniques learned were of a different level.

Nevertheless, Namgung So-hye is unable to subdue Jang Sam-tae. Thanks to the teachings of Sadohak, his eyes had become accustomed to fast swords and fists, but his original sword skills and footwork were not inferior to those of Namgung So-hye’s swordsmanship.

Dan Woo-hyeon and Sado-hak refined it, so no matter how great the swordsmanship and all the experience from Namgung So-hye’s position are, it will

not be easy to catch her.

“That’s ridiculous…!”

Namgung Sohye gasped and frowned.

It has already passed a certain point.

I was thinking that one Chosik would be enough to subdue him, but the sparring time was over and if things continued like this, this point would soon pass.

Why is this happening?

He glanced at me and gave me a look.

Namgung-cheon was seen standing next to Dan Woo-hyeon. Since he didn’t even show any facial expression, it felt like an even bigger burden.

‘You can’t lose! ‘That’s nonsense!’

Namgung Sohye held her sword even tighter.

Since the last bloodletting incident, until now.

How much training have you done and how many swords have you trained?

She thought that only by climbing higher would she be able to take charge of Sega, so she was standing where she is now, repeatedly training with blood and sweat.

But at best, to someone like Jang Sam-tae? It shouldn’t be there and it can’t be there!

I gritted my teeth even more and held the knife tightly. I glared at Jang Sam-tae, who was panting, with determination in my eyes that I would definitely win this time.

“You’re impatient.”

“Heh heh…”

However, the two people watching the whole situation are skeptical. It is a huge mistake to try to make a decision with one move when you are unable to cope with the opponent’s quick feet.

Meanwhile, Namgoong Sohye ran.

He immediately kicked off the ground and quickly unfolded his divine law.

He approached with the maximum speed he had and scattered his swords like a flash of light faster than that.

Sigh!

But it doesn’t fit.

The collar was cut off, but it did not touch Jang Sam-tae’s body.

Jang Sam-tae, who was already far away, was holding his heart and gasping for breath.

“After… I almost fell behind. hey! What if you really do it?”

He said it was rain and the energy he felt right now was real.

He tried to cut the body without even the slightest hesitation. If I had moved a little later, I might have bled and collapsed.

They said it was just a simple couplet!

Jang Sam-tae glared at Dan Woo-hyeon sharply.

“Isn’t this a foul?”

“I dodged it well. “It’s okay because he didn’t die.”

“I thought I was going to die!”

“You don’t die like that. But it seems that further sparring is pointless.”

Dan Woo-hyeon smiled and looked at Nam Gung So-hye.

Her gaze was blank as she sat down and knelt down. This is a sword that I used with all my might, even if it was my last move.

It was not at a level that someone like Jang Sam-tae could avoid.

Still, the fact that she failed came as a shock to her.

“Uh… how can this be?”

“What do you mean?”

“I… that person is definitely…!”

“He was a bastard who was not even third-rate.”

“What a waste… Now… Jangju…”

Jang Sam-tae looked at him dumbfounded, sweating coldly. If you’re going to curse at someone, do it somewhere else or have someone nearby. Isn’t that too harsh?

I glared at him with an angry expression, but Dan Woo-hyeon didn’t even flinch.

Looking at the fallen Namgung Sohye, he let out a laugh and turned his back.

“Then this means there was no meeting with me. What are you doing? “I have to get ready for breakfast soon.”

“Oh, I understand!”

Jang Sam-tae ran hurriedly toward the kitchen. I was aching here and there because I had been rolling hard since early in the morning, but since it was Dan Woo-hyeon’s order, I was in no position to refuse it.

Still, he seemed to be in quite a good mood.

He clenched his fists as he left the training ground.

‘You mean I beat Namgoong Sohye?’

“Hehehe.”

A genuine laugh came out.

This is a woman who seems like we can never reach her. Because the name and background alone had the power to make people feel intimidated.

But now?

I reached it.

Of course, it would be difficult to say that we won this. In the end, none of Jang Sam-tae’s attacks hit Nangung So-hye.

But this alone was enough to gain courage.

Jang Sam-tae felt like he was becoming more and more of a warrior.

Namgung Cheon quietly looked at Namgung Sohye.

The disintegrating expression on his face was evident. The mere thought of ending a sparring match with an opponent whose capabilities are significantly lower than yours without a clear victory may be enough to make you angry. He must be enduring it with extreme patience.

Nangong Cheon let out a small sigh.

“Are you angry?”

“Why… why is this happening? Does this make sense? I think Namgung Se….”

“Martial arts is not only about skill, but it is also about compatibility.”

“Sangsung?”

“Yes, in my opinion, your movements and sword skills are not a good match for that guy Jang Sam-tae.”

“Such nonsense….”

“It’s nonsense, but didn’t it actually happen right in front of your eyes?”

Compatibility?

What is that?

Namgung Sohye snorted and looked dumbfounded. Doesn’t the proficiency in martial arts depend on the swordsmanship skills of the opponent and myself?

You didn’t even teach me anything like that.

Namgung Sohye bit her lip tightly.

“Your sword is fast and light. But what it contains is nothing more than a fake swordsmanship trying to imitate me. Also, no matter how fast you are, you are useless in front of someone moving faster than you. “It is unlikely that the result will be the same as now.” “You’re still immature.”

It felt like I had been hit with a cane.

Namgoong Sohye, who had her head down, could not bear to raise her head. It seemed like he was showing an expression that he couldn’t look at in front of anyone else but Namgungcheon.

It wasn’t like I worked so hard to show off like this.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“I’m not angry. “Aren’t all these things also experiences?”

“Aren’t you angry? “I am now… the name of Sega…”

Namgung Sohye raised her head.

Namgung-cheon’s face, visible at the end of his gaze, is strangely different. If something like this were to happen, he would be the one who would be more angry than anyone else, but today, for some reason, he smiled kindly and gently embraced the atmosphere.

This is not the Namgungcheon she knew.

Perhaps that’s why Namgung Sohye’s expression was subtle.

At that time, Nam Gung-cheon stretched out his hand and stroked So-hye’s head.

“Ah…”

It’s as natural as Dan Woo-hyeon’s actions toward Dan So-mi. Also, the expression on her face was just like the grandfather she had thought of for a long time, as he hugged her painful wounds and patted her.

Tears welled up in Namgung Sohye’s eyes.

“Aaaah!”

Suddenly, as she was held in his arms, her cries spread out.

“Hmm… that’s bizarre.”

Dong Bang-gu, the leader of the Demonic Cult, held his breath as he looked at the dead body. The number of those who died, twisted like the inner ears of their necks, was approximately twenty.

Most of them were masters who rose to the top, and they were also elites of the Demonic Cult who would not be mistreated anywhere.

But.

“There are no signs of battle?”

“Yes, no matter how much I search, there are no traces of a fight.”

Dong Bang-gu was impressed.

Even though this number of people were attacked, there were no signs of fighting. Since there is no evidence of an attempt to escape, it seems as if all 20 people were killed in a sudden attack.

But a surprise attack?

Dong Bang-gu looked at each trace on the floor.

If it was a surprise attack, the opponents would also have had to be hiding somewhere, but it was nowhere to be seen, and even none of the dead people could figure out how the surprise attack was carried out.

It was as if my heart had stopped naturally.

A sigh escaped Dong Bang-gu’s mouth.

How many members of the Demonic Cult have already been harmed?

We have to catch the culprit before Sadohak comes back….

“I still have a headache because the situation at Moorim is so unusual…” He

grimaced while holding his throbbing head. What happened in the Murim Alliance also involved eight major families breaking away and forming their own faction.

All of these things have an impact on the Demonic Cult. Even though the forces are different, each of their actions made it necessary to determine the direction in which the Demonic Cult should go in the future.

But the culprit has not been caught yet…

The moment Dong Bang-gu shakes his head.

Wow!

The sound of bones breaking was heard somewhere.

Startled, their eyes turned towards the direction from which the sound was heard. There, I saw a subordinate with his neck broken and slowly collapsing.

And it seems.

One person standing there in silence.

A man wearing a jet-black robe all over his body and grinning with his tangled hair flowing. He was casually walking towards Dongbang-gu.

Jump, jump, jump!

The sound of footsteps pierced my ears.

Even though it was clear that the situation required a state of alert, no one was frozen and could not move.

The same goes for Dongbang-gu.

Not only was this strange demonic force flowing from the man’s body, but his eyes seemed to have caught and tied everyone’s bodies like a chain.

“Who… who are you…”

Dong Bang-gu cautiously opened his mouth with trembling eyes.

This presence.

Perhaps equivalent to apostolate.

No, it may be more than that.

“Kneel.”

thud!

One word from the man’s mouth penetrated my ears like a thunderbolt. But what was even more surprising was that everyone around him knelt down, as if his words had their own will in them.

Dongbang-gu is no exception.

I took a deep breath, looking at the man with trembling eyes.

Who on earth is this?

Where did such a ridiculous person come from?

The corner of my mouth twitched and I forced eye contact with the man. Just by making eye contact, Dong Bang-gu fell into the illusion that his heart would stop.

I was out of breath.

And then the man’s voice pierced my ears.

“Bow your head before the name of the Black Wind God Demon. “I am your master.”

That one word got stuck in my mind and rang in my head.

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