Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 117
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Chapter 117
Jung Myeong’s face becomes serious upon hearing Strange Madman’s words.
“Are you saying it’s difficult for you to tell if there’s a formation here, Elder?”
“That’s right.”
The definitive answer comes back again.
From this, Jung Myeong could tell that a bigger problem than expected was at hand.
‘Strange Madman Elder is from the Beggar’s Sect. There’s no way he wouldn’t have received related training.’
Even if he hadn’t received training, it wouldn’t matter.
Strange Madman has enough experience to cover for that.
Yet that same Strange Madman says he can’t sense the formation at all.
If he didn’t know from the beginning, that would be understandable.
But if he knows what to look for yet still can’t tell, that’s a big problem.
‘This means the formation’s level exceeds the ordinary.’
Jung Myeong’s level is quite high.
He constantly uses Ki Sensing and Analysis, and is simultaneously a Formation Master.
Considering his considerable understanding on top of that, he had long since transcended ordinary people.
Most Formation Masters probably couldn’t even present their business cards before him.
Even so, this is serious.
“You don’t sense anything at all?”
“How many times are you going to ask? That’s right. I don’t sense anything at all.”
“Then this isn’t an ordinary formation. At the very least, it’s a formation specialized in concealment.”
[Your understanding of formations increases.]
That’s correct. Even after getting the right answer, Jung Myeong’s face remained serious.
“Right. I’ve traveled All Under Heaven and experienced just about everything.”
Meanwhile, how could Strange Madman not understand the seriousness?
He too became serious and put his mind to work.
Then he seemed to suddenly remember something.
“Oh my… Now that I think about it… there was one time like this.”
“You’ve had this kind of experience before!?”
“That’s right. Just once. Even then, I couldn’t properly sense that there was a formation. Despite being told that a formation existed!”
“When was this?”
“…Wasn’t there someone I mentioned before who had the most outstanding Divine Power?”
“Are you referring to Shin I-su-sa?”
“That’s right. I had a similar experience at that person’s manor. I didn’t know there was a formation even when going out and coming in.”
“Really? Then how did you find out?”
“I only realized it later by chance. That the size of the formation itself was larger than it actually appeared. That was also by accident.”
“!!!!”
Does he mean a formation that manipulates space?
No, before that, there was something more important.
Shin I-su-sa. He is someone who possesses Divine Power.
If the current formation is similar to that person’s formation.
‘Then the formation installed here is one mixed with Divine Power!’
As he grasped this, a notification about understanding appeared, but Jung Myeong ignored it and focused on the Strange Madman before him.
‘Let’s think about using Divine Power to install formations later. What’s important is what to do now.’
Right now, dealing with the phenomenon that had occurred was more important than understanding.
“We should think that among those who planned this, there are also those who possess Divine Power.”
“Exactly! That’s it! Hmm… But looking at it that way, this matter becomes bigger.”
“Is it because responding to Divine Power is difficult?”
“That’s right. You have it too, but… they’re all different depending on the type, aren’t they? To deal with that, we need to prepare in advance. But that’s difficult right now, isn’t it?”
“We have no choice but to improvise.”
“Hmm… In the midst of this bloodshed, we even have to deal with Divine Power. Things are getting complicated.”
Exactly as he said. It’s complicated.
‘It is complicated. I was hoping to start by breaking through the formation together if Elder could sense it… but that seems impossible now.’
Strange Madman’s expression showed no signs of relaxing.
Enduring in this impulsive environment was difficult for him too.
Even Strange Madman felt impulses rising suddenly when he stayed still.
The desire to punish those foolish Martial Artists!
Murderous intent bloomed, wanting to immediately beat them to death and crush their brains.
It wasn’t for nothing that he was talking more than usual.
It was to erase even a little of that desire.
It was the result of enduring and enduring again.
In the midst of this, he was like a Martial Artist of the Orthodox Sect.
“My, I wonder if I made a mistake asking you to accompany me. If I had known it would be this difficult, I wouldn’t have made the request. I’m sorry.”
He blamed himself for bringing the two to such a place.
He was feeling the full weight of responsibility.
“That’s not true. Even if it wasn’t your suggestion, we would have participated anyway.”
“That’s right. How could we not come when our Sect Brothers are here?”
Both Jung Myeong and Yeo Eun-so denied this.
“Hehe…”
Perhaps feeling the sincerity in their consideration.
Strange Madman smiled at this.
It was a smile that looked somewhat bitter.
“Well, I’d like to say that the spirit of Murim is alive, but everyone’s origins are what they are. Hmm… It’s difficult, isn’t it?”
“You’re speaking uncharacteristically emotionally?”
“I suppose it’s because I’m getting old. Even if I wanted to take you along, somehow I don’t think the others would accept it.”
“Old? It’s not time to die yet, Elder! You should at least see me become an official Successor Candidate, cough…!”
“You should know when to butt in!”
“Hahaha.”
That laughter quickly became genuine.
What could they do? Even in the midst of this, they still distinguished between Orthodox Sect and Evil Sects. They seemed to distinguish Regional Martial World as well.
This was an unavoidable matter.
Because it wasn’t something one individual could change.
‘Even if Elder acknowledges us, others will find fault. And that will cause another commotion.’
In the midst of all this, the fact that Strange Madman acknowledged them this much was itself a groundbreaking thing.
So they could only laugh it off.
“Now, have you all caught your breath?”
“Thanks to you. My head feels clear again.”
“That’s fortunate.”
“Then shall we go right away again?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Over there on the Left Side. You can already feel the scent of blood rising, can’t you?”
“Kheung…! Indeed. The scent of blood is quite thick. We can’t exactly say let’s not go, but this is going to be deadly.”
“If it’s too hard for you, I’ll go ahead first!”
“Oh my! Where are you trying to leave me behind! Come, let’s go!”
“Yes!”
Now was the time to move more.
* * *
‘Is that the place!’
After that, as soon as the scent of blood wafted, he crossed over the ridge.
Each time, countless Martial Artists were positioned there.
At least dozens, at most hundreds. He saw over a thousand Martial Artists in total.
It was a scene that left him speechless, unable to figure out where all these Martial Artists had come from.
‘How many have I faced just today? There’s truly no end to this.’
The mountain was too vast.
The problem was that incidents were occurring at every turn of this vast mountain.
The question was how far this would go.
‘Where on earth are all these Secret Manuals coming from one after another?’
He couldn’t tell how far their preparations extended.
Meanwhile, one thing had changed.
In this place that could be called a mountain range rather than just a mountain.
Rumors about Jung Myeong had spread widely.
-When the Poison Demon Physician appears, he burns the Secret Manuals!
-He turns brains to mush!
-He’s showing his Poison Heart. He’s ready to kill everyone!
This was because those who survived his paralysis had spread the rumors.
Thus, every time he appeared, a commotion would break out.
“It’s the Poison Demon Physician!”
“Ahhh! Run away!”
“He’s burning it again! He’s burning it again!”
“Ahhhhh…! It was the perfect opportunity to become a master!”
The Martial Artists would have fits when they saw him.
Some Martial Artists would run away as soon as they saw him.
Those who had been secretly collecting the secret manuals were caught by him while adjusting their belongings.
Hissssss-
“No! Kyaaaaaaah!”
There were also many who got burned trying to grab even a single piece of the blazing secret manual, waving their hands around.
“Run away!”
“Kugh…”
It was a space where impulses grew stronger and desires were fully exposed.
Being in such a space, the sight of Martial Artists running away and fighting was even despicable.
It was a scene shown because Jung Myeong’s fame and infamy had risen together.
* * *
The group watching this could only click their tongues.
“What’s so special about a secret manual that they’d go that far!”
Especially the young Successor Candidate was the most disgusted.
What’s so special about a secret manual anyway.
Getting one secret manual doesn’t make you the greatest Martial Artist under heaven.
Without a proper Master or environment, it’s difficult to become a master.
One secret manual doesn’t change your life.
Even if you get it, it must be accompanied by intense effort.
Considering the years you’d spend on it, the actual benefit gained might be small.
Those people probably know that too.
Yet they’re moving like that, risking their lives.
Seeing that, he could only click his tongue.
“That’s because you’re a Beggar’s Sect Martial Artist.”
“That’s right, you brat. It’s because you learned Beggar Sect Martial Arts. If not for that, you would have been mixed in among them too.”
Rebuttals came from both sides.
It was Jung Myeong and Strange Madman.
At this, the Successor Candidate threw a comment at Strange Madman for no reason.
“Why are you picking on me again, Elder?”
His voice was sulky.
The situation was already displeasing, and hearing such words made it even more so.
“Hmph. What if it wasn’t? That day you came to the Beggar’s Sect, what if we hadn’t accepted you? What do you think would have happened? Do you have confidence you could have acted so leisurely like now?”
“….”
Strange Madman felt the urge to strike him, but with superhuman patience tried to make this part of the Successor Candidate’s education.
He threw out words about broadening his perspective.
Thwack-
While still managing to hit the back of his head once!
The answer the Successor Candidate chose was silence!
At this, Strange Madman clicked his tongue.
“Hmm… Before, you would have stubbornly insisted it wasn’t so, but this time you’re staying silent?”
“Be quiet, Elder!”
“Hah. Shouting when you can’t win the argument. What an ill-mannered fellow.”
“Are beggars supposed to be well-mannered then?”
“Tsk. Anyway, you shouldn’t curse at those guys. Shouldn’t curse!”
He scolded him.
Still, on one hand, satisfaction could be glimpsed.
Because he felt the Successor Candidate was learning something by being next to Jung Myeong.
‘May your perspective change quickly, you fool! You need to broaden your view to become a true Successor Candidate.’
Perhaps unable to fully understand that adult’s heart.
The Successor Candidate, while inwardly acknowledging it, grumpily provoked Strange Madman’s anger.
“Then who should we curse?”
“We should blame the one who created this situation! Who else should we blame!”
“Ugh… That’s right though. But what can we do? Even when we try to catch him, he won’t come out!”
It was while Strange Madman was countering him.
“That’s the problem. That’s the problem! If only he would come out… We can’t gather all the people on this mountain in one place!”
“!!!!”
Within his angry shouting lay the answer.
Jung Myeong immediately caught on to it.
‘Wait? This is it, isn’t it?’
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