Return of Mount Hua Sect

Are you suddenly too big? (4)

Cheongmyeong and Tanggunak stood facing each other at a distance.

Everyone watching them swallowed dry saliva.

Of course, those who supported Cheongmyeong did not know what to do with the tension.

"Suk-suk..."

Yoonjong asks with a trembling voice.

"Dangga Lord must be very strong, right?"

"...that's right."

"How many?"

Baek Cheon narrowed his brow slightly involuntarily.

how much?

It's a hard question.

"I don't know in the world, but in Sichuan, if I can't, I'll get it in three fingers."

"...so so."

Yoongi's face turns pale.

three fingers

How wide is the land of Sichuan! In addition, there are the old Daemun sects, Amipa and Cheongseongpa, in Sacheon. Does that mean it's still in the top three?

"Can Qingming deal with such a person?"

“……”

Baek Chen kept his mouth shut.

In fact, the answer he could give was 'I don't know'.

When measuring relative things, standards and standards are needed. For example, in order for Baek Cheon to discuss the strength of Yoon Jong, it is necessary to start with the degree of difference between himself and Yoon Jong.

Through comparison with yourself, you can know the strength of Yoon Jong, and based on him, you can discuss the strength of those who are similar to Yoon Jong.

But what about party evil?

'I just don't know what to do.'

The power of that high-level Tang military music cannot be measured by the short yardstick of one hundred thousand. It simply leads to the conclusion that it is immeasurably strong.

That's how strong the party's evil is.

to the point of getting goosebumps.

'But isn't that the same for Qingming?'

The thing that cannot be measured by the yardstick of one hundred thousand is the same in Qingming. Two people of unknown strength face off, how can you predict the outcome?

just.

"Winning doesn't make sense."

"I knew it……."

"But if you're going to hold out for ten seconds, that's a different story."

“……”

Baek Cheon said with certainty.

"If it was an ordinary late-stage index, it would not be able to last for even one second, let alone ten seconds.

Baekcheon's eyes stared at the back of Qingming.

'Would you like to watch without even blinking?'

The hundred thousand knew.

If Cheong-Myeong put his mind to it, he could have avoided the fight with Tang Gun-Ak. Bimu is not the only way to prove strength.

However, Qingmyeong created this situation by provoking Tang military evil.

And tell them to watch.

why?

'Because you look like a damn bastard!'

A hundred thousand have sharpened their teeth.

What is most lacking in a volcano.

One is strength.

Another one?

it's obvious

'Absolute mastery.'

It does not mean that there is no strong person to fill the power of the volcano. It means that there is no one who can be a high point of direction for the disciples of the volcano to see and learn.

Of course, there is a fortune teller and there are phenomena, but they cannot tell the disciples what the absolute master is. There is no way to comprehend just how strong a person who has gone beyond the realm of human beings and has reached the apex.

So, the disciples of the volcano can only guess. I have been aiming for the strength that I cannot see with my eyes and cannot feel with my body.

In front of such a disciple of volcanoes, an absolute master who could see the world finally appeared.

Baekcheon bit his lip.

'OK. Don't miss a single thing.'

No matter how accurately you guess, it is bound to be different from seeing it in person.

Just by watching this match, Baekcheon-eun and the disciples of the volcano will be able to climb a little higher.

With such conviction, Baekcheon clenched his fists.

Tang Gunak frowned slightly as he looked at Cheongmyeong standing in front of him.

'I don't know.'

When you come face to face with a normal person, you can see that to a certain extent. You can tell that you are weaker or stronger than yourself.

However, the Cheongmyeong standing in front of me was literally vagueness itself.

It seems empty, but it also seems deep as if something is being sucked into it. It seems like a thoughtless thunderous nakedness, but at times it exudes a sense of senility that makes even Tang Gun-eak bewildered.

'Should I say bizarre?'

How can so many different aspects be felt in one person?

this isn't sympathy Rather, it was out of curiosity.

Tang Gunak was curious about what was inside this bastard, so he couldn't stand it.

It was like he felt when he was very young, when his father came with a tightly wrapped present. I couldn't even sleep without opening the sealed package to see what was inside.

'Well?'

Tang Gunak noticed his condition anew and made a strange expression.

'Have I ever been this excited lately?'

It's weird.

This was really bizarre.

Tang Gunak took a deep breath and looked straight at the source of the excitement he was feeling.

"Ten seconds."

This is not to convince Cheong Myung to confirm. It was close to the Tang Gunak itself trying to clarify the purpose of this match. If you don't, it seems like you're going to get drunk.

"If you hold out for ten seconds, I will... no, the family will recognize you."

"What anew."

Qingming held out his hand and fluttered.

"Let's get started. The player will make concessions."

A smile forms on the corner of Tang Gunak's lips.

"You're crazy."

If someone else had dared to act like this in front of him, Tang Gunak would never have forgiven him. But strangely, he didn't deserve that blue name.

'Not arrogance. Confidence?'

Then there is no reason to hate. Confidence comes from skill, and skill comes from hard work.

It is only natural that Mu-min, who has worked tirelessly to improve himself, has confidence.

Isn't his clarity a hundred times better than his sons, who are always pressed against the qi and can't even make eye contact?

"I heard that you broke my son's secret magic."

“Is that what Jo-Gul’s death penalty did?”

"...it will be the same."

"Yeah? It's completely different, isn't it?"

"...it's nothing special."

Cheongmyeong looks at Tanggunak with strange eyes.

'Blood can't lie.'

The gangster he knew also pretended to be very serious on the outside, but when you get to know him, he was just a fool. Perhaps Tanggunak is similar.

"That's why I'm going to deal with you with the same magic tricks."

"Oh? You showed me once?"

"Do you think it's the same rain?"

Qingming smiled.

"Is that possible?"

"I know you well."

Even if it's the same magic trick, it cannot be the same magic trick.

Even if it is the same sword, the way it unfolds from Jo-Gul's sword, the one from Baek-Cheon's hand, and the one unfolded from the hand of Cheong-Myeong are all different.

As such, there is no way to compare the martial arts of Tanggunak with that of Tangzan.

Because that's your skill.

Tang Gunak puts his hand inside his sleeve. In his hand that came out again, there was a bit of an old-looking Bido.

“……”

Clear the blue sky and look at the Vido in Tang Gunak's hand.

Then, with a slightly stiff face, he closed his eyes and opened them.

'Long time no see.'

That yubbi.

"You will know that it is an honor to deal with you with this Bido. This Bido is the love of the one who used the most perfect Bido in the long and long history of the Tang family."

Qingming smiled lightly.

Well. I think I know better than you about that Bido.

can't know

Even that old, hand-stained rain. Because that Bido was the party's dear friend.

Chuhonbi (追魂匕).

'You have returned to the family.'

I feel a little strange when I see Dangbo's beloved disease in the hands of Tanggunak.

Qingming let out a low sigh and calmed his mind again.

"It's an honor."

"glory?"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

At that moment, along with a terrifying pounding sound, the raindrops emanating from the hands of Tang Gunak literally flew like a beam of light and passed by the face of Cheongmyeong.

slurp.

Even when I rubbed it, my cheeks were split long and red blood began to flow.

Seeing this, Tang Gunak smiled horribly.

"Glory would not be appropriate. This would not be a glorious death."

At Tang Gunak's words, Cheongmyung quietly raised his hand and gently wiped the blood flowing down his cheek. Then he licks the blood on his fingertips with his tongue.

"Oh."

Then, with a look of disgust, he shakes his hand.

“Hey, hey! I lost my appetite.”

It's because I'm not used to the taste of blood.

Cheongmyung, who rubbed the blood remaining on his fingertips on his clothes, grinned and watched Tang Gunak.

"One second."

"……what?"

"One attack. Now there are nine left."

"her?"

Tang Gunak looked at Cheongmyeong with a blank face.

The dagger he unleashed passed right next to his face. You must have clearly seen its power and speed, so it would not be strange if you run away screaming that I will give up on Bimu right now.

Now nine seconds left?

'It's a guy you never know.'

hard.

The two pieces of Chuhonbi, held in Tang Gunak's hand, rubbed against each other, creating an annoying sound.

"Gu Chora."

The cold eyes of Tang Gunak stare at Cheongmyeong.

"Isn't that enough to take your life?"

"No. You're going to regret it? I wasted my tinkering move."

"you……."

"I'll let you know."

slurping.

The sword was pulled out of Qingming's hand.

"Why was that a mistake. With this sword from now on."

At the same time, the playfulness disappears from the face of Cheong-myeong.

The sword, raised slowly, is aimed at the Tang military evil.

As soon as the tip of the sword of Qingming pointed towards him, Tang Gunak unwittingly gave strength to the hand holding the dagger.

His face hardened at the unfamiliar feeling that filled his heart.

'What did you say about this feeling?'

… … okay.

It was terrifying.

Tang Gunak bit his lip.

To feel the horror of the sword of a child younger than his son.

'It's impossible.'

The emotion disappeared from Tang Gunak's face.

'I am the poison king Tanggunak.'

Tang Gunak, whose self-esteem was slightly crumpled, began to embrace life with sincerity.

I had no intention of watching it from the beginning.

If he dies because he can't stop his violence, he's the only one who ends up there. What's the difference if you kill one of those people?

But what if Qingming blocks all of his slander?

'The family will truly receive guests in a few decades.'

A guest to be acknowledged and treated.

However… … .

CARD DUCK DUCK!

Tang Gun-eak's eyes radiated a terrifying light.

'That doesn't happen!'

At the same time, a bag containing his history was once again released.

This time, it's not just a threat.

Chuhonbi, which started from the fingertips of Tanggunak, was shot towards Cheongmyeong at an incredible speed that the eye could not follow.

Kaaaah!

At that moment, Cheongmyeong gently swung her sword and slashed the flying Chuhonbi.

Chuhonbi, whose direction was twisted, passed through Qingming and pierced through the pillar in the back.

At the same time, Tang Gunak's eyes widen as if torn.

'You hit it?'

This is my wedding anniversary?

'how?'

The vido he produced was not just fast. There was an excessive amount of strength he had pushed into it.

If you tried to cling to it or block it, the sword would break and Chuhonbi would be stuck in your neck.

However, without much effort, Cheong-myeong swung his chaos and changed direction just by wielding it.

Does anyone here have an idea of ​​how difficult this is?

"Probably..."

A cruel smile lingers on the corner of Tang Gunak's lips.

"Looks like I underestimated you too much."

"I told you. You'll regret it."

"Yes. So..."

In an instant, both sleeves of Tanggunak swell as if about to burst. At the same time, a vortex began to swirl around his body. The boiling Jingi was also wielding the energy around it.

With that tremendous momentum, the disciples of the volcano behind them retreated without realizing it.

Even Qingming flinched and stepped back.

Tanggunak spread his arms to the left and to the right and swayed.

"From now on..."

The poison king's anger strikes Qingming as it is.

"I will fight you with all my might!"

"...isn't that a bit harsh?!"

You don't know the joke, man?

It wasn't like that in the old days!

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