Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 63

Byeoksan’s eldest son (3)

“Wow!”

“What is it? tiger?!”

People were startled by the terrifying roar that came out of nowhere.

I don’t know where it came from, but it was clearly the roar of a tiger.

But the roar was too loud. It was like the sound of thunder, spreading out in all directions, and just hearing it was enough to make my spine tingle.

Half of the people walking down the main street of the opening collapsed on the spot. The strength in my legs was gone.

“It’s a tiger tiger!”

“Avoid blood!”

“Ugh! Move!”

The commotion grew rapidly. In any era, misfortune was treated as a disaster as terrible as misfortune.

In an instant, the street became a mess. Business owners hurriedly closed their doors, and people walking along the streets walked without even looking back.

Even though it was a long distance from the bamboo forest, there was such a commotion. It was such an overwhelming roar.

‘no.’

However, a young man drinking tea on the top floor of a luxurious building in Gaebong was certain that the roar did not belong to a tiger.

‘This is not a tiger or anything.’

There was surprise on the young man’s face.

‘This kind of energy?!’

The sound that came out was filled with great energy.

I have never felt energy like this before. The infinite madness that shook the heavens and the earth and the mysterious majesty coexisted.

A sound resembling the roar of a tiger. However, its presence cannot even be compared to that of Hopo.

‘Uncle?!’

It was certain. The source of this energy was spreading from the bamboo forest where my uncle, who led Homyeongjeon, was heading.

However, neither my uncle nor the warriors of Homyeongjeon exude this kind of spirit.

Pop!

The young man jumped out the window.

* * *

Boom!

Myeong Chi-san’s body, which had received a vicious blow, was pushed backwards.

‘this!’

Myeong Chi-san’s face turned white.

The complexions of the fallen Homyeongjeon warriors were worse than that. His face, which was so pale it was pale, was stained with fear.

Among them, there was even a warrior who was foaming at the mouth. I suffered a mental blow from the tremendous roar that erupted right in front of me.

Shoot!

The wind got stronger.

A strong wind blew through the bamboo forest where a gentle breeze was blowing. Dozens of upright bamboo trees continued to sway as if they would break at any moment.

Grumbling.

Myeong Chi-san looked down at the hand holding the hilt of the sword with trembling eyes.

The cover was torn and blood was flowing. The hand, which was protected by the famous East Heavenly Technique, was unable to fully relieve the shock of this blow.

‘It’s scary.’

Suddenly amplified power.

Myeongchisan looked at Yeonhojeong.

Whiiiiing!!

A fierce wind blew around Yeonhojeong, where I stood with my head down.

It is a gale and a gust of wind. The bamboo leaves on the ground were swirling around Yeonhojeong and rising high into the sky.

And that wind.

The wind, which could not be seen with the naked eye, somehow seemed to contain pure white light.

“Whoop!”

Yeon Ho-jeong took a deep breath, and thick veins stood out and subsided repeatedly throughout his body.

Joy appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong’s face.

‘done.’

The breath I took contained much more abundant energy than before.

The lung function rapidly became active. My cardiorespiratory strength, which had improved through rigorous training, was becoming ideal.

It was as if only my lungs had been completely transformed. My lungs became stronger than ever before, and I felt confident that I could run ten miles with just a handful of breath.

Weeeeeee!

My lungs were filled with white energy.

‘White tiger energy!’

White tiger.

The white tiger of the four gods is the golden god of Gyeongin and symbolizes fall. Among the five organs and six parts, it is responsible for the lungs and maintains the strength of the body.

It was different from Hyeonmu. If Hyeonmu excretes Takgi, Baekho maximizes the energy received by the lungs and spreads it throughout the body.

Uduk! Crump!

It felt like my muscles were changing.

If you do not breathe properly, your bones and flesh will suffer. Conversely, as breathing becomes more active, the quality of bone and meat increases.

That was the white tiger. He pursued attack and advancement with extreme stamina and vigorous breathing.

This was the reason why Yeon Ho-jeong trained his body so rigorously. This is because it is difficult to summon White Tiger if the physical foundation is not strong.

The guardian deity of Seocheon. Ruler of the winds.

It was the appearance of the Great Emperor of the West, White Tiger.

“bloke!”

Myeong Chi-san shouted.

“What kind of evil skill is that?”

Boom!

Myeongchisan hit the ground and rushed towards Yeonhojeong. I saw a gap in him standing still.

bang!

Myeongchisan’s eyes widened.

The moment he kicked off the ground and took his next step, Yeon Ho-jeong was already running towards him.

‘this!’

Even though it was fast, it was too fast. And it was strong. The force of the advance transmitted through the earth was so great that it seemed as if it could shake Mount Tai.

Yeonhojeong’s ax was swung diagonally.

Whoops!

“Tsk!”

It’s incredible power.

It was a completely different power than before. The density of power was beyond imagination.

Myeongchisan, pushed back by strong pressure, hastily prepared to attack.

But this time it was too late.

bang! bang!

It was a scary advance.

Move forward by stamping the ground with your feet. It was an intimidating display of explosive stamina. A dangerous and deadly spirit was coming out as if a great tiger was jumping in.

This was the true martial arts of Yeonhojeong. It was the martial art of the Emperor of the Darkness, who was infamous for his devastating attack power and unrelenting combat power during the time of the Emperor of the Darkness.

His ax, which had been stained with blue energy, was suddenly imbued with white tiger energy.

Whoops! Whoops!

One hit after another created an enormous shock wave. Myeongchi Mountain’s bakdo repeatedly bent as if it would break.

‘It’s too strong!’

The energy emanating from the iron body was as strong as a wave.

I can’t handle this. Dok2’s storm-like career seemed as if it would sweep away heaven and earth.

bang! Boom!

Plus, that step.

It seemed like no evasion or counterattack was in mind. Just moving forward and moving forward. Moreover, by maximizing the power of the jingak, the power of the ax was doubled or tripled.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes revived with vitality.

‘good.’

The white tiger’s walking method, Baekhogunrimbo (白虎君臨步).

It is completely different from Hyeonmu’s unmoving behavior. There was no retreat or defense in Baekho’s martial arts.

And even weapon technology.

Damn it! bang!

“Wow!”

Suddenly, a moan mixed with a scream came out of Myeongchisan’s mouth.

‘What kind of martial arts is this?!’

It is neither a spear technique nor a sword technique.

Still, it was strong. It was much stronger, more sophisticated, and more vicious than the martial arts he had used before summoning that strange wind.

It was a Tiger King Nine Byeokse (虎王九霹勢) that exploded with the power of White Tiger Military Limbo. It was the basis of the Beast Spear technique, but it was an ultra-high level offensive martial art that could not even be compared to the Beast Spear technique.

Kwasik! Quad deuk! Fuuuuuuu!

Myeongchisan continued to retreat.

Even if I tried to escape, I couldn’t. Storms blowing from all directions oppressed the freedom of the body. In the meantime, I had no choice but to keep being pushed forward as I was moving forward like a bull that wouldn’t stop.

But it couldn’t be pushed back forever. If I keep going like this, I will get my head blown off by an ax before I can even counterattack.

Myeongchi Mountain roared.

“Ugh!”

Quang!

Yeonhojeong’s ax hesitated.

It was the secret technique of Cheongwanshindo (千觀神刀), which was performed with the East Heavenly Ball. In a short moment, he managed to use a secret technique and escape from danger.

“this guy!”

Now that I’m out of the way of attack, it’s my turn. The sword of Mt. Myeongchi seemed to say so.

Paaaaang!

The fast and furious Cheongwan Shindo attacked Yeon Ho-jeong’s entire body.

It was a very fast and violent method. Although it was successful in pulling it in, the backhoe was not completely positioned. It seemed like it would be difficult to block it easily.

At that moment, the Hyeonmugi came out.

Ugh! Damn it!

“Tsk!”

Myeong Chi-san was shocked as if his wrist would be broken.

‘What?!’

A dark, black-blue haze rose from Yeon Ho-jeong’s body, which was bringing blue-white wind.

It was the invincible defense of the Twelve Walls of Northern Heaven. It was an absolute defense following an explosive attack.

White tigers are responsible for advancing and attacking during battle.

Hyeonmu repels threats with defense like Cheolongseong.

It is a combination of attack and defense. Although he had obtained a shield of steel, he had never held a decent weapon, and now he finally possessed a divine weapon that was as good as a shield.

Bullfight!

Next to defense was offense. He took another step toward the bounced Myeongchi Mountain and swung his iron fist.

Boom!

Blood burst out from Myeongchisan’s nose and mouth.

It was an internal injury. The attack was blocked, but the impact shook my entire body.

Yeonhojeong did not stop.

He took every step of the White Tiger’s reign and used the divine attacks of the Tiger King.

Boom! Kwarung! bang!

Bamboo trees fell down. The blood that Myeongchi-san vomited increased more and more.

‘I lose…’

The game was reversed in an instant.

‘I can’t believe there’s a guy like this.’

I blocked the attack with an instinctive response, but my strength gradually diminished.

On the contrary, the opponent’s martial arts skills were becoming stronger. The attacks were becoming more sophisticated at an alarming rate, as if clothes that did not fit were slowly being put together.

‘…?!’

At some point, Myeongchisan saw a vision.

It seemed as if a pure white god of self-defense was rising like a haze behind the opponent’s back.

‘monster?!’

There was a rare monster with four legs bigger than the pillars of the palace, a tail thicker than the rafters, a long neck, and the face of a beast.

The black stripes across the snow-white fur were like mountain ranges drawn by a painter. Its blue eyes were phosphorescent, and its gently curved fangs were like steel swords.

The monarch of Seocheon, who resembled a tiger but strangely did not, and was much more mysterious and majestic, was looking down at him.

It was the Four Gods of Death, White Tiger.

“Aaaah!”

Myeong Chi-san coughed up blood and slashed his sword at the top of Yeon Ho-jeong’s head.

Yeonhojeong’s ax rose from the bottom to the top.

Puhwaak! Kaaaang!

The area from my right thigh to my left shoulder was completely split. The sword I was holding in my hand broke in the middle.

Yeon Ho-jeong raised the ax to the top and struck it down.

Myeongchisan’s eyes became empty.

That huge ax that came down was the claws wielded by a self-defense fighter.

Whoa!

The ax that broke the skull penetrated into the solar plexus of Mt. Myeongchisan.

It was a conclusion.

Pussssss.

“Whoop.”

Yeon Ho-jeong took a deep breath, removed the ax from Myeong Chi-san’s body, and looked down at him with cold eyes.

‘He was a strong man.’

Myeong Chi-san was of a similar type to his father. He was a martial artist who perfectly learned attack and defense beyond the realm of martial arts.

Because he was that kind of person, he was able to summon the white tiger more easily than expected. If you were grateful, you were a grateful enemy.

Yeon Ho-jeong looked back.

Nearly a hundred bamboo trees had fallen. It was a trace of Myeongchi Mountain being pushed in a straight line.

And beyond that, there was a warrior from Homyeongjeon who did not fall.

“This can’t be right.”

Myeongchisan, a cilantro that represents the blue and white martial arts.

Such an expert was pushed to death by a later index that did not even meet the terms and conditions. Something unbelievable happened.

Yeon Ho-jeong walked slowly and stood in front of the warrior’s Samjang Street.

He aimed the ax at the warrior.

“Are you from the Myeong clan?”

Musa shook his head unconsciously. It seemed like that was the only way he could survive.

Yeon Ho-jeong nodded and swung his ax at once.

Boom!

Heavy drinking erupted in a particularly dense place with bamboo.

Yeon Ho-jeong said coldly.

“come out.”

“…My bones are numb.”

The person who appeared from behind the broken bamboo tree was a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties.

The young man, Myeong Gang-rim, asked with a stiff face.

“What on earth are you?”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled brightly.

“You are Myung.”