Episode 115: There’s a lot of blood.
Baek Mang-gi’s expression as he looked at me contained many emotions.
Fear Surprise Excitement Anger.
The first thing that came out was surprise.
“You’re this young?”
The first time you almost died from my sword, you probably thought I was an evil soma. He said he was mistaken. If it weren’t for Extreme Soma, I wouldn’t have been able to swing the sword this fast.
“Hey old man.”
The politeness towards him was omitted. I don’t know what his life was like. But the moment I cut down Samrang here today, the reason to respect him disappeared.
“Did you say we were playing with ghosts? “You’re playing with ghosts right now, right?”
“What did you say just now?”
“Why are you crawling out of the grave and interfering in the affairs of future generations? You even earned the name Geomwang during your time. Was that not enough?”
As soon as I hit the nail on the head, the air around me became cold.
But I was feeling the heat. It was the heat of Extreme Soma slowly putting on his mask properly behind his back. I could tell what he was feeling without even looking into his eyes.
Yes, there are things you can know without saying or seeing.
“Look at you, young junior. “If you have such a bad way of speaking to adults, how can you use it?”
“Old man, you’re going to kill me anyway, so it’s too shameless to expect you to be polite, right? Actually, if you were shameful, you wouldn’t have cut those young juniors, right?”
He smoothed his trimmed beard as the air around him grew colder. I made his flesh grow even more.
“If a disciple gets old and gets into a power struggle, you, the master, should have stopped him. What are you going to do if he crawls out as if he was waiting? Are you both senile?”
Baek Mang-gi’s face turned slightly red. Yeah, get excited. Be more excited.
I shouted to the Bisain and Apostles standing far away.
“Let’s send these old guys back to history.”
This meant that we would take charge of this part, so take charge of the sarcophagus.
Hope bloomed in Bisain’s eyes that were once filled with despair. If we were in charge of Baek Mang-gi, this fight would have been worth it.
On the other hand, Seokgwanchu’s expression was stiff. I would have never dreamed that such a variable would arise in a matter that even involved a master.
Baek Mang-gi asked coldly.
“Who are you?”
“The person who will take the old man missing from the list to the underworld.”
At that moment, Baek Mang-gi drew his sword as quickly as lightning.
Flash!
I barely avoided the flying sword. Baekmanggi’s attack was fast and powerful.
That moment!
Peeing!
The blood clot of the extreme soma was released. Baek Mang-gi twisted his body to avoid it, and my sword pierced him.
In an instant, we clashed and the Four Apostles and the Bisain also rushed at Sarok Guan Chu.
I decided to fight without worrying about the evil soma.
In the first place, I had never fought with him in unison, and I judged that if I tried to do a clumsy joint attack while dealing with Baek Mang-gi, I would be at a disadvantage. I believed in extreme soma.
You’ll figure it out. They will intervene on their own, avoid them on their own, and help you on their own. You will fight well on your own.
Therefore, I fought with the mindset of fighting Baek Mang-gi one-on-one.
visor!
Once again there was a clash. His swift sword was too fast for the Apostle Thirteen Rangers to catch it. Even Extreme Soma is an attack that is not easy to avoid continuously.
If you see it with your own eyes and stop it, it is already too late. I had to stop it with experience and instinct.
He attacks the left, so I have to attack the right. The moment you think like this, your head will be cut off.
Baek Mang-gi, who only focused on speed, became flashy. This sudden change was so threatening.
But I managed to block his attack. I tried not to be discouraged by him.
While exchanging herbal food, the blood clot of Extreme Soma was released. Because our movements were so fast, the blood vessels were released very carefully. Because if I make a mistake, I could be right.
Even though it was a battle between Lee and Il, Baek Mang-gi was not pushed back at all. He was showing through his skills what it meant to be named Geomwang 80 years ago.
Swordsmanship is a swordsmanship, but Baekmanggi’s footwork was also spectacular. If I hadn’t learned Pungshinsabo, I would have been completely trampled by this method. He fought with me as if trying to avoid being attacked by blood, but each step was incredibly flexible.
When about 100 seconds had passed, Baekmanggi, who was exchanging swords, suddenly unleashed his power. It was a really varied attack, but fortunately, I was able to use my energy and block it in time.
Boom!
As tension and tension met, a loud noise erupted like an explosion.
We pushed each other backwards. The aerodynamic strength was almost similar. If it weren’t for the 10,000 Years of Black Reishi that I had recently taken, I would have lost to him in terms of internal skills.
When we got away from each other like that, we had time to talk.
“I don’t want to be surprised, but I can’t. “How on earth can someone have such deep inner strength at that age?”
I spoke to him happily.
“Friend, don’t you know me?”
“what?”
“I returned to old age.”
For a moment he thought I was someone he knew.
“who?”
“Who is it? A young junior with a nasty speaking habit. “Why do you ask who I am when I don’t have any friends?”
Only then did Baek Mang-gi realize that I had ridiculed him. His expression distorted. You have to provoke him whenever you get the chance.
As always, the one who gets excited loses the fight.
The sword energy was released from his excited sword for the first time.
Love it!
It was the moment I had been waiting for.
Boom!
The sword energy I released collided with the sword energy that flew in, and an explosion of laughter erupted.
Without missing this opportunity, Extreme Evil Soma unleashed Blood and Demonic Explosive Fields in succession. Since it is a fight between two and one, this fight is in our favor.
I continued to pour out the Yeomcheon-sik, which is a sword energy release ceremony.
Extreme Evil Soma also continuously released blood and magic bullets.
Baek Mang-gi swung his sword like crazy and released tension to relieve it. Heavy drinking erupted one after another.
Boom! Boom! Kwaaaang! Boom!
The earth shook and dust rose up.
In the midst of this tremendous battle, Seok Guan Chu and the secret priest, Apostle Thirteen, also stopped fighting and watched the result.
When the attack stopped and the dust settled, we were shocked.
He was standing fine.
And the season of Sword Emperor created by anger.
Sssssss!
The sword in front of him was splitting into sword-shaped sword energy.
I could tell. That they are going to kill everyone here in one day. That they are planning to kill the Four Apostles and the Bisain and deal with us with Sarok Guan Chu.
A black magic sword rose in front of my chest and began to split.
Sssssssssut!
The seventh type of Bicheon Sword Technique, Yucheon-sik.
Is it because of the achievement of the Twelve Stars? It split up much faster and in larger numbers than before.
Baek Mang-gi’s sword energy flew towards everyone here.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Shoot!
At the same time, my sword energy was released as well.
The next moment, a spectacular sight unfolded.
Two types of lines embroidering space. A line to kill and a line to protect.
The moment those two lines intersected, a series of explosions of sword energy clashing with sword energy erupted.
Bisain saw. The sword of Baekmangi flew towards his face. The flying speed was so fast that even if you tried to avoid it, you couldn’t avoid it.
However, my sword energy flew faster and tore that sword energy apart, destroying it before my eyes.
Boom!
The same was true for the other Thirteen Apostles. The sight of the sword energy flying at him being torn apart by another sword energy was a sight that would be difficult to see again in one’s life.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Quang! Boom!
Extreme Soma destroyed his sword energy on his own. I believed that would be the case and did not block his sword skills.
When all the flying sword energy disappeared, the dust had completely settled.
The appearance of Baekmanggi was visible. His eyes were full of murder, a mixture of disbelief, surprise, and anger. Seok Guan Qiu was surprised and embarrassed. Because I never imagined that Master’s secret season would be blocked.
On the contrary, the eyes of Bisain and Apostles were full of surprise as they looked at us. It was more than surprise, it was closer to awe.
This time, I rushed towards Baekmangi first.
If you do your best, I will do my best. If you die, only you will die, but if I die, so many people will die.
I poured everything into my sword.
Dozens of numbers were exchanged in an instant.
Blood splattered from each other’s bodies. There was no time to check where and how the cut was made. The fact that blood was splattered even though he was wearing the Geukpumcheonjamsa and the robe meant that if he had not worn it, he might have already been cut in several places.
As I held on and held on, I could sense Baek Mang-gi’s nervousness.
When was the last time he had such a long fight?
Fifty years ago? Seventy years ago? Maybe there won’t be a fight this hard. After he became the Sword Emperor, no one would have dared attack him.
Extreme Soma’s help in this fight was absolute. Our fight was so fast that I didn’t intervene carelessly, but when I thought it was certain, I threw a bloody tantrum.
When I was in danger, Hyeolangji saved me. One timely bloodshot changed the course of the fight and gave me a chance.
In the end, Baek Mang-gi changed his strategy and tried to kill the evil Soma first.
The moment I realized my desire to kill the extremely evil Soma, I started pushing back like crazy.
If you give it a chance, Extreme Soma will die.
That was the only thought.
I didn’t want to lose Extreme Soma in this fight. I didn’t want this old man to die.
Even if you kill me, I will kill you! You damn old man!
This earnest desire created an amazing phenomenon.
In my field of vision, everything disappeared and only Baekmangman was visible.
It was like Baek Mang-gi was moving in front of me, wearing a white robe, alone against a black background. All other appearances were invisible.
All sound was blocked. I could only hear my voice and the sound made by Baekmanggi. It was my first amazing experience since learning martial arts.
The moment when Baekmangi’s sword and my sword collided and sparks flew.
There was another change.
Now even Baekmangi has disappeared, and only his sword is moving in my eyes. Only my sword was visible. Perhaps as time passes, even this sword will no longer be visible?
Baekmanggi’s sword began to be seen more and more clearly.
My eyesight, which had been brightened by the new eye surgery, was finally starting to take effect. It’s not that he slowed down or that I got faster. I was the first to adapt to this speed. My eyes have adapted.
I only saw the sword, but I saw Baek Mang-gi again.
I see his face.
Now I can finally see it.
What he’s having a hard time with.
What he regrets.
What he fears.
And saw.
The only flaw in the perfect person.
The moment I recognized it, I had already put my dark heart into action. My sword and body were one.
Sigh!
The moment my sword pierces Baek Mang-gi’s heart.
Vision returned to normal. As the darkness around me disappeared, I began to see my surroundings.
There were already several holes in Baek Mang-gi’s body, and blood was flowing from them. This was the place where blood clots hit the mark.
I don’t know when Baekmanggi was hit by it. Baek Mang-gi fought so well even though he took two of us with him.
Surprise, astonishment, futility and fear. I slowly pulled out my sword, looking down at his final gaze filled with all kinds of emotions. I was so tired and exhausted that I had nothing to say to him.
Blood spurted out from his heart and Baek Mang-gi fell dead.
If he had not achieved the Twelve Stars, he would have lost this battle. Even if we hadn’t joined forces with Extreme Soma, we would have died.
In Murim, there are such monster-like squadron masters. It is in the Murim Alliance, it is in the main church, and it is also in the Apostolic Alliance.
Old masters who have hardened like fossils and then suddenly pop out and try to ignite a final spark. That’s why Moorim is so scary.
“Oh my gosh, I’m going to die.”
I lay down on the spot. It took so much mental energy that I didn’t have the strength to even lift a finger. It really felt like I couldn’t move unless someone stabbed me with a sword. I couldn’t help but say “Oh my god”.
Extreme Soma also flopped down next to me. I could see his chin under my mask. I could see blood hardening under my chin.
“Are you hurt?”
“Just a light scratch.”
“You must be ugly, but you shouldn’t hurt your face!”
He chuckled, as if he hadn’t even thought about saying something like that in this situation.
“Do you want to laugh even after fighting so hard?”
“When an opportunity comes, you shouldn’t miss it.”
“The scientist bleeds a lot.”
“I’m dying from pain.”
Extreme Soma pressed the blood vessels and stopped the bleeding in the arms, legs, stomach, and shoulders.
When I started this journey, did I ever imagine that there would be a moment when he would stop the bleeding of my wounds?
“How did the fight go over there?”
In response to my question, Extreme Soma turned his head, looked at the area where the fight was going on for a while, and spoke to me.
“It’s almost over.”
Seeing as they haven’t said anything about needing help, it looks like Bisain is winning.
We looked at the sky in silence for a moment.
Then I spoke first.
“Thank you.”
After a moment, Extreme Soma spoke.
“Thank you.”
We just said thank you to each other. No other words were added. Because there was no need to do it.
“I’ll buy you a new mask.”
“Please buy me something better. “If you wear that mask for a long time, you get sweaty.”
“Of course.”
It was right then.
“Aaaah!”
I heard a scream as someone’s life was taken.
When I looked up, I saw that the swords of the Bisain and the three Apostles were stuck in the body of the stone coffin.
During the fight, two more Apostles were lying on the ground as if they had been sacrificed. Wicked people never go to the underworld alone.
I sat up.
Bisain walked towards me. I stood a little distance away and looked at Baek Mang-gi’s body. It seems like he can’t believe we killed him.
He bowed his head and greeted me. He bowed his head to me for the first time.
“Thanks to you, I survived.”
I smiled and told him.
“Thanks to you, I almost died.”
He didn’t laugh. He spoke while still holding the sword dripping with blood with his eyes full of determination.
“I plan to go straight down this road to kill Seok Guan Qiu’s grandson.”
He was more polite than he had ever dealt with me before. And he was taking my advice well.
“The testimony of our Thirteen Apostles will be sufficient as evidence.”
“Be sure to create an apostolic alliance that communicates that.”
“See you next time then.”
Bisain bowed his head and said hello. The Bisain I first met and the Bisain I am now are completely different people.
As they collected their comrade’s body and left, Extreme Soma asked:
“For the sake of our school, isn’t it necessary to appoint someone even more idiotic than that Bisain as our successor?”
“I guess so.”
“But why did you help that person?”
It started because Seok Gwan-chu’s grandson was a piece of trash, but he responded to Extreme Soma like this.
“But it’s not fun if the other person is too much of an idiot, right?”
Extreme Soma laughed. He probably thinks the same thing. The stronger the opponent, the more fiery he became.
“Are we going too?”
“Ahh, my legs hurt so I can’t walk. Please carry me.”
“Don’t be harsh. The other leg is limping right now.”
Extreme Soma and I left there, walking side by side.
In the place where we left, only the faint moonlight illuminated the cold, cooling appearance of older and older desires.