Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 125
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Chapter 125
In Ghost Killer’s eyes, Jung Myeong was a monster.
‘This young lad with poison and sword. As if that wasn’t enough, hidden weapons and formations too. Hehe.’
He excelled at every single one without exception. And he was strong too.
Any one of these should have been enough to corner him. But it wasn’t.
‘How harmonious. This isn’t someone who’s only fought a battle or two.’
They say the back waves of the Yangtze River push forward the front ones.
But to think he would corner him this quickly.
At this rate, he had no choice.
He too brought out the Life-Death Seasonal Technique he had kept hidden until now.
Puhwaaaaak-!
Dense poison energy extended from his hands, then soon covered the Beautiful Flame Blade.
The appearance of Poison Steel Energy!
“Huh…!”
At this, Jung Myeong’s eyes widened.
It was a surprise greater than he had expected.
“Why are you surprised?”
When he asked this, now it was Ghost Killer’s turn to be surprised.
“…Are you a descendant of Dokgak?”
“!!!!!”
Poison Steel Energy. To read through it at a glance and ask if he was a descendant of Dokgak.
‘How could he have known this!’
Ghost Killer couldn’t help but be bewildered.
“How do you?”
“I saw fragments of a secret manual that were circulating around, so isn’t it natural?”
“You know this just from reading that secret manual?”
“Because hiding something doesn’t mean it stays hidden.”
“Heh, they said you possessed divine power, but to think you could read through this.”
Jung Myeong spoke without falsehood.
But Ghost Killer’s shock upon hearing him showed no signs of subsiding.
“…I must kill you by any means necessary.”
“If you’re capable of it.”
“Noooooom!”
Puhwaaaak-!
The Poison Energy of Ghost Killer charging toward Jung Myeong grew even thicker.
* * *
Jung Myeong’s side was equally surprised.
Though he had thought there would be an original copy of the Poison Horn Secret Manual.
To actually see a survivor of Dokgak here.
Though he didn’t know for certain, this man had definitely provided the original Poison Horn Secret Manual.
From what he could see, there was clearly some story behind it.
But that story wasn’t something he needed to go out of his way to consider.
In a place called Jianghu, one couldn’t take everyone’s circumstances into account.
Tuhwak!
Instead, Jung Myeong focused on the confrontation before his eyes.
‘How interesting…!’
The Poison Steel Energy displaying fierce power.
The Poison Energy flowing down from it.
Ghost Killer’s Hand Technique that utilized even that.
It was an exquisite technique that Jung Myeong, who based himself on the Three Origin Poison Art, did not possess.
And it was unfolding right before his eyes.
Jung Myeong was always thirsting for techniques of advancement.
For such a person, it would be stranger if he didn’t find this moment interesting.
“This bastard!”
Did he sense that attitude?
Ghost Killer pressed him even harder.
He poured out all the Poison Energy he had accumulated through decades of training from the previous generation toward Jung Myeong without reserve.
Dozens of exchanges passed in an instant.
Tuhwaang-!
Even as swords crossed, their Sword Ki shattered against each other like crushing blows.
Not content with that, they even absorbed the surrounding poison smoke and extended it.
Jung Myeong and Ghost Killer were doing their utmost to target each other’s lives.
The one who was always surprised by this was Ghost Killer.
‘This child is watching me and learning!’
Since he was crossing swords with Jung Myeong, he knew better than anyone.
That Jung Myeong was growing in real time.
Therefore, Ghost Killer became increasingly urgent.
‘Since this fellow knows I’m a successor of Dokgak…! Someday he might target my disciple too.’
Jung Myeong had no such intention.
Nor did he have any intention to dig deeper into what had happened within this Blood Temple.
But would he believe it if told about that?
It was none other than the Poison Horn Secret Manual.
If you counted those who would covet that secret manual, they would be more than enough to surround all of Hangzhou City.
Ghost Killer knew this well.
Therefore, the misunderstanding grew large and his urgency increased.
As his mind became urgent, his hands became disordered.
Would Jung Myeong miss that disordered opening?
Puuuk-
Jung Myeong’s sword finally pierced through Ghost Killer’s abdomen.
“Kuk…”
Normally, he could have survived even such an injury.
Even if Sword Ki had torn through his insides, he could have survived for some time using his internal energy.
However, not against Jung Myeong.
Like Ghost Killer, he too was one who handled poison.
The moment the sword thrust in, poison power spread throughout his entire body.
“Kul-luk…”
The bloody cry flowing from his mouth was proof of that.
Ghost Killer began bleeding from his Seven Apertures, all the openings in his body.
“How, how…”
“Why did you waver at the end?”
“…”
“Huu…”
“That I… that I… am a descendant of Dokgak…”
“I won’t tell. Not to anyone.”
“Ah…!”
Was he saying what Ghost Killer wanted to hear?
Or was he telling the truth?
Ghost Killer thought it didn’t matter either way.
Looking at those eyes of Jung Myeong.
‘If I’m mistaken, it’s my fortune… my fortune.’
Because his heart was leaning toward believing it was the truth.
However, there are no secrets kept without a price.
‘Since it’s come to this… giving it to him might be able to deceive those eyes.’
Even until the moment of his death, Ghost Killer wanted to scheme against Jung Myeong.
“This… inn’s basement… in the floor… there’s a secret manual.”
“It’s not damaged, is it?”
“Heh… unfortunately, no. I… I’m just afraid this will be lost as it is.”
He thought it would be better to give up the secret manual.
If he gave up the secret manual and Jung Myeong took it.
Wouldn’t Jung Myeong become distracted by the secret manual? Then at least he might be able to protect his one remaining disciple.
The disciple who had completely inherited everything from him was more important than the secret manual.
If at least that disciple survived, wouldn’t that be enough?
‘Not yet… this bastard is not yet someone that child can face. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have promised revenge…!’
He thought he just needed to buy time.
But why does this wretched life get twisted until the very end?
“Is that really so? That person over there seems to be your successor?”
“!!!!”
Where he turned his head to look, his disciple was there.
“…”
“Why are you here!”
At this, Ghost Killer was startled out of his wits.
His disciple was looking at his master with shocked eyes.
“Y-you bastard… where do you think this is…!”
“To get revenge, you need to see the face, don’t you?”
An indifferent tone. However, Ghost Killer could already sense the deep anger contained within it.
“Don’t do it!”
“When did you ever tell me to do it?”
“Shut up and don’t do it. Don’t!”
“Hmm…”
Instead of answering, Ghost Killer crawled toward Jung Myeong with his pierced body and begged.
“P-please spare him. That guy is… he is…”
Please spare his disciple at least.
A sight like a desperate courtship, humble to the point of being wretched, for a disciple who wouldn’t listen to his words.
How could Jung Myeong just leave it at that.
“How can I stop revenge that he chose himself?”
“!!!”
He told him that he couldn’t stop it.
That wasn’t something Jung Myeong could promise with his own hands either.
However, he could change the timing.
“However, it doesn’t seem like the time for revenge. How about you withdraw as well?”
“Then what about my revenge?”
“Do you think it will succeed now? Against me?”
“…”
The one called disciple measured Jung Myeong and himself.
The result was failure.
How could Jung Myeong not know that.
“If your dream is to commit suicide together with your master, then come. I’ll gladly accept it.”
“…Damn it. Fucking hell. Shit.”
“Anytime, once. I’ll accept it once. Whether it’s a duel or an assassination mission. As long as it’s limited to me alone.”
With that, he showed his final mercy. Come anytime, just once.
This one was also Ghost Killer’s disciple. If he was someone with the same character, he would launch an ambush limited to himself alone.
Speaking of him, it was Ghost Killer who asked the question.
“…What if you die in the process?”
“Then I’ll die. Isn’t Murim about living and dying for grudges?”
“Kheuh…”
The answer to the question was always simple.
This was Jianghu, after all.
Though it may be ruthless, sometimes creating boundaries between each other in this way was also the nature of Jianghu.
He was simply answering according to Jianghu’s way.
“For reference, I won’t just roll over and die. How about it?”
Did that answer become hope instead?
“…Underground… there really is a Secret Manual underground…”
“If that’s the price, I’ll take it.”
“Yes. Cough. Keoeoeoek…!”
Ghost Killer truly intended to give him the Secret Manual.
It wasn’t a scheme, but the sincere words of a Master.
When Jung Myeong said he would accept it, Ghost Killer seemed relieved and spat out blood.
His Disciple, who had approached at some point, wiped away the flowing blood with his own clothes.
“You fool… It doesn’t suit you…”
“Shut up. Damn Master…”
“Revenge is…”
“My choice.”
“…Right. If not now…”
“Hm. I don’t know if later will work either, but that monster…”
“Damn bastard.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“…You don’t have to.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“Damn… fool. Until the end…”
“Master… Thank you.”
“Damn…”
Ghost Killer breathed his last in his Disciple’s arms.
The moment that happened, Jung Myeong immediately headed underground.
Seeing him move so naturally, the Disciple stood up resolutely.
“Do you not intend to honor your Master’s will?”
“….”
At his words, he could only freeze in place.
“Go back to where you came from. Don’t cause unnecessary trouble.”
“I am….”
“Let’s meet when it’s time for revenge. For revenge.”
“….”
“By the way, you might not be first in line. That Gosan Sect’s Eldest Son is also after my life.”
“!!!!”
“Go.”
Jung Myeong silently let him go.
After glaring at him for a long while, Ghost Killer’s Disciple disappeared back to where he came from using Stealth Technique.
The corpse of Ghost Killer, his Master, had disappeared along with him.
‘His skills are quite good.’
It was the moment he felt that his Disciple had completely disappeared.
“Cough….”
Puhwaak.
Jung Myeong also spat out dark red blood.
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