Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 975

The time has come (5)

Flash!

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sparkled.

Mo Yong-woo, seeing his eyes suddenly change, stood up.

“Everyone ready for battle.”

The leader candidates, who were taking a break, and the warriors of the Changryongdan and Daeryongdan stood up with hardened eyes.

Tang Sang-ah asked.

“Has the enemy arrived?”

Mo Yong-woo looked at Yeon Ho-jeong.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was watching the northwest, nodded.

“You’re strong. “It’s as expected.”

“What do you plan to do?”

“Strategy and tactics mean nothing in a fight against such an expert. “We just fight and win.”

“How much of an expert are you?”

“It is not easy to estimate that it is at this level because it has developed so differently from the Jungwon Mumac. “What you actually see and what you feel are different.”

“hmm.”

“But if we have to discuss the level.”

Okay.

Yeon Ho-jeong heard the Gwangryongbu.

Ilse’s giant soldier, whose size was always frightening to anyone who saw it, gave off a faint luster.

“It can be said that they are at the level of a fresh emperor or more than three armies.”

“…!”

Everyone’s faces, including Mo Yong-woo’s, hardened.

Namgoongpyo, who had been silent so far, opened his mouth.

“There is a master of his caliber at Soreoeumsa?”

Yeon Ho-jeong nodded.

“The world is wide and there are many experts. “No one knows where and what kind of expert exists, but no one knew that the Archduke of Shinmarim was a magician who reached the highest level.”

“…!”

Namgoongpyo bit his lip.

Are there many masters in the world? I know it in my head.

However, when the experts who vaguely thought it could not happen appeared one after another, the shock was great. There are only a few people who are praised as geniuses who will carry the future of Moorim, but when you actually look at them, you see countless monsters that surpass even those geniuses.

Doesn’t Yeon Ho-jeong in front of us have the skills to fight against the sword kings at the age of less than 30?

“It’s surprising, but it’s not unusual.”

Mo Yong-woo’s voice was plain.

It was the voice of someone who clearly knew his talent, his position, and the future he envisioned.

“As Yeon-je said, the fact that the Three Schools did not take control of Xiaoleumsa and left it alone means that they will have to endure considerable damage the moment they try to sweep it away. This also means that Soreoeumsa’s forces are much more powerful than we imagined.”

“you’re right.”

“Right now, in Shaolin, there is a power leader, Noh Seon-bae, and Maengju. Unless Shaolin shows his strength, no one can be sure that there will not be more masters who have reached the peak of martial arts. “Our world is like that, but the world over there will be no different.”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

“You’ve gotten smarter without me even seeing you.”

“You idiot, even if I ate, I would have eaten at least one more meal than you. Shouldn’t I follow your footsteps?”

“Even if you give it to me like that, there’s nothing I can do for you.”

“done. “It’s not enough that I came this far thanks to you, it’s almost a burden.”

Mo Yong-woo’s face gradually became tense.

“So, does the head of Soreoeum Temple come in person?”

“I don’t think so. “You can’t do that in the first place.”

“hmm.”

“However, since I am coming for missionary work and a preliminary field trip, this can also be said to be an important event. If they are victorious, the Shaolei Temple will also occupy part of the central plains, and a trustworthy person will be needed to manage the Shaolei monks in that land.”

“Sending someone to entrust that task….”

“A person with the trust equivalent to that of a parent or sibling. Furthermore, since masters like that were rare in the era, it seems like they summoned a former master who had been secluded.”

“I called the squadron… I risked my life and death.”

“It is a moment when the history of the organization changes, so it is only natural. Of course, you can’t be sure until you see it in person.”

Yeon Ho-jeong slowly turned his shoulders. The way he turned his shoulders while holding that heavy light dragon made it look like he was holding a tree branch.

“In other words, if we defeat even those who put the life and death of the organization on the line, Soroeuumsa will not even dare to think of raising troops for the time being.”

“Maybe so.”

“It turned out to be a much bigger fight than I thought.”

“Now we can check it out.”

After a while.

Hee hee hee!

Murim League troops led horses down the cliff. They camped two hundred yards away from Soreumsa’s troops, and their spirit was stern and ferocious.

At the head of the troops were Mo Yongyu and Zhuge Jun.

In fact, the two performed well in several fights. In terms of military power, Mo Yong-wu and Oh Gu-mun were the best, but when it came to deploying troops, the abilities of the two men had to be prioritized.

Their abilities were special enough to be recognized by self-respecting late exponents.

And now Mo Yong-woo was also able to clearly see how others viewed him. That’s why I can be so confident.

“The momentum is formidable.”

“That’s right.”

Zhuge Jun’s eyes deepened.

“We too have regained our stamina, but so has he. And….”

“Morale went up.”

“That’s right.”

“Since the absolute master of Xiaoleium Temple participated in the war, defeat would not be even a thought. “With strong faith and an invincible expert, morale is bound to rise.”

At that time, Pang Dae-ho said.

“It’s a fake scam.”

“hmm?”

“Their morale is great, but it feels somewhat empty.”

People looked at Pengdae Lake in surprise.

Peng Dae-ho’s eyes were strange. His appearance, completely focused on the enemy, looked cautious and sharp, unbecoming of his enormous size.

“It’s like a type of fraud that’s as strong as fire, but once it’s broken, it can’t be cured. “Faith and all that are good, but they don’t seem to think they can defeat us with their own strength.”

Tang Sang-ah’s eyes widened.

“Do you even know that?”

“I wouldn’t say I know, but I’m just guessing.”

“Incredible.”

“It’s not a big deal. After being beaten to the point of breaking my bones on a bad day by my father, I sometimes thought that I could use a little more effort in this match. But my father knew it like a ghost and beat me up even more.”

“….”

“As I wondered how I would know such things, I developed an eye for understanding the quality of momentum.”

Looking at his expression, it didn’t seem like he was joking.

He developed amazing abilities in a truly absurd and surprising way. Even though it was not such a situation, Tang Sang-ah felt a chuckle leak out.

Namgoongpyo said calmly.

“Once any morale collapses, it is difficult to rekindle it.”

Mo Yong-woo nodded.

“That is correct. “It’s good to know the enemy’s status, but you shouldn’t let down your guard once their morale is broken.”

Peng Dae-ho also nodded and smoothed the hilt of his sword.

“I just wanted to tell you that even if the enemy is defeated easily, it is not because there is another way. “It is difficult in itself to break the morale that was on fire in the first place, so there is no change in what we must do.”

“That’s correct.”

They were not that close to each other and were far from being complete as warriors.

However, after proper training and fighting numerous battles, they also grew greatly. This is a more valuable experience than the growth of martial arts, and will be a great source of nourishment for them as they live in a tough world in the future.

The Murim Alliance troops were busy preparing for battle.

hook!

A heterogeneous spirit arose from the Soreoeumsa forces’ side.

Tension appeared on everyone’s faces.

“You’re here.”

The ground trembled slightly.

As the five hundred troops opened a path to the left and right, an expert appeared from beyond.

Although he was two hundred feet away, Mo Yong-woo was able to observe his opponent in detail.

‘old man?’

He was an old monk with a curly gray beard that extended to his chest.

His thick, long beard was braided into two braids, with a golden accessory attached to the end. Because of the distance, I couldn’t make out the details of the ornament, but it didn’t seem to be an ordinary treasure.

The old monk was small in stature and his mouth was loose.

He was wearing three large and small prayer beads around his neck, but he was so thin that I thought they were putting a strain on his neck.

The left hand is making a strange sign, and the right hand is behind the back. He had a lot of wrinkles, so he looked like he was in his seventies.

Pop. Pop.

Sweat flowed from Mo Yong-woo’s hands as he held the reins.

‘strong.’

Even when I just felt the force, I was nervous because it was so foreign, but when I actually saw the reality, a chill ran down my spine.

‘He’s an incredibly strong man. Yeonje was right. It’s similar to when I saw the Geomje or the Doge elders.’

In fact, it was more shocking than that.

It wasn’t a matter of strength, but because of the martial arts he was learning. The evil energy emanating from it was so great that just encountering it made my hands and feet tingle.

Even though it was a whopping two hundred pieces away.

‘That’s not all.’

Behind the old monk, seven middle-aged monks wearing dark red robes were seen. Although they were overshadowed by the monk’s prayers, they also seemed to be quite expert.

The spirit of each individual was great, but they are even stronger when they come together. It was clear that they were direct subordinates who treated them like disciples or subordinates.

‘This isn’t easy.’

Just joining up with 500 troops would result in quite a few casualties, but if seven experts of that level participated, the fight would be much more difficult.

‘There is no way. Just clash and win. There is no need for any strategy or tactics, so all that’s left is to compete with each other’s strength.’

Mo Yong-woo raised his hand.

Then, the Murim League troops also opened a path to the left and right.

Cheer ring!

The sound of chains that seems unfamiliar yet somehow familiar.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who had tied a gyoryongswae to the end of the spear of the Gwangryongbu, walked out with brisk steps.

Mo Yong-woo spoke in a deep voice without even looking at Yeon Ho-jeong.

“I don’t think conversation is necessary.”

“That’s my opinion too.”

“But it looks like its mouth is itching over there.”

The monk’s mouth opened as if he had been waiting.

“The monk is called Nagakroe (那覺雷) of Soreoeumsa Temple.”

A loud voice vibrates the air.

Just hearing that voice made the Murim warriors frown. The vibration of the sound flowing through the air reached my inner pores.

The monk Nagak-roi continued speaking.

“I won’t talk too much. Let the warriors of the Eastern Continent leave. “You know best that it is an unnecessary fight, so if you are willing to see blood…”

Yeon Ho-jeong said at that time.

“If he had been confident, he would have just come running and attacked me, but he’s using his tongue so foolishly.”

Hahaha!

Yeon Ho-jeong’s voice was stronger than Nagak-roe’s and contained much more force than that.

Yeonhojeong intentionally carries the yellow dragon flag and destroys it. The power of that divine skill shattered Nagak-roi’s yogi and completely relieved the tension of the Murim Alliance warriors.

Nagak-roi said in an angry voice.

“Who are you?”

“You’re going to get burned anyway, so what are you going to do with my name?”

“what?”

“Still, if you want to know, that’s fine. “I’ll tell you.”

Rumbling!

The golden energy swirling beneath Yeonhojeong’s feet instantly transformed into a dragon ascending to heaven.

“I am Yeon Ho-jeong, the 26th successor to Sasinmu and the Sashin general of the time.”