Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 140
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Chapter 140
“For someone who just barely made it here, you look surprisingly well.”
“Haha. Have you forgotten my alias?”
“Heon-ang Sword, isn’t it.”
The person seated before him. It was Heon-ang Sword.
Should one say this was befitting an Orthodox Sect Martial Artist.
Despite showing clear signs of fatigue, he was dressed in attire befitting Heon-ang.
“To live up to that alias, I had no choice.”
“You’re saying there are efforts of your own?”
“Even swans are busy beneath the water’s surface.”
Just like him.
Indeed, each of these attitudes would come together to form the demeanor befitting a descendant of a prestigious family.
Those attitudes coming together must have earned him the alias Heon-ang Sword.
‘He’s someone I can’t help but acknowledge.’
As one person to another, he’s someone with much to learn from.
However, that said.
“Even in my busy schedule, I couldn’t let this slide.”
Swoooosh-!
Why is this man swinging his Sword at Jung Myeong?
“What…!”
“Don’t dodge, take it head-on!”
“This doesn’t look Heon-ang-like at all, does it?”
There’s no Killing Intent.
However, the momentum is fierce.
The Sword filled with momentum comes aiming for Jung Myeong’s Head.
He quickly moved his body to dodge the Sword.
Thwack-
Had he already anticipated this?
Heon-ang Sword’s blade follows up immediately.
‘Sharp.’
And fierce as well.
The Sword’s momentum had become more intense than before. As if he had learned Hangzhou’s ferocity.
Was it a mistake? It couldn’t be.
“Do you know what I learned while staying in Hangzhou?”
“What?”
He seemed to have learned Hangzhou not just with his body but with his mind as well.
“If you thrust your Sword first, they’ll receive it anyway.”
“Damn it!”
The problem is that method.
Thrust your Sword first and they’ll receive it.
Where did he learn such a rotten thing?
Isn’t this behavior unworthy of the name Heon-ang Sword?
‘Damn. Though I can’t say I don’t understand.’
It makes sense.
He’s a member of the Namgung Family.
For him, just enduring and adapting in this corner of Hangzhou would be a difficult task.
Though he came for Family business, even considering that, this place Hangzhou didn’t suit his personality.
Who would have thought he’d adapt to that hardship in this manner.
“You’ve really picked up some bad habits?”
“Thanks to someone bringing me to this Hangzhou.”
“Oh. Are you blaming me?”
“Not at all!”
Swoooosh-!
“Then what?”
“I want to share the burden with my brother.”
“You’re not sharing the burden, you seem to be throwing it!”
“But you’re receiving it well, aren’t you!”
The fierceness of the thrusting Sword grows increasingly intense.
Crackle-
The lightning Energy that only the direct line of the Namgung Family, or rather the Family head, was said to handle seemed to be glimpsed.
‘Has he digested the Namgung Family’s Energy in his own way?’
Even though he was called Heon-ang Sword, Jung Myeong knew well that his true nature inside was that of a Martial Artist.
‘He’s forging a new path.’
Who would have thought his competitive spirit as a Martial Artist would be this tremendous.
He had definitely been stimulated by Jung Myeong since Anhui.
‘He watched enviously throughout my Martial Duel with Wave Blade. If not for others’ eyes, he would have challenged me several times.’
Enduring and enduring that stimulation, he reached Hangzhou.
There, Heon-ang Sword must have achieved Enlightenment.
A new Enlightenment about the Sword.
‘This makes his way of attacking understandable.’
Clang! Thwoom!
Should I say there’s something to be felt from clashing swords.
I thought his temper had gotten worse in Hangzhou, drawing his sword first.
Looking closely, he must have wanted to show Jung Myeong this sword he had gained enlightenment with in Hangzhou first.
In that case, Jung Myeong had no choice but to accept.
Whoooosh-!
He too imbued his sword with fierce momentum.
With that momentum, he swung toward Heon-ang Sword.
“Be careful!”
“Good! Now you’re properly receiving it!”
Satisfaction appeared on Heon-ang Sword’s face as he received it.
In that satisfaction, dozens of moves were exchanged in an instant.
Dozens of the escort agency’s warriors who had been nearby came running as amazing explosive sounds burst forth.
Whoosh! Crash! Boom!
Each mysterious move contained beneath those explosive sounds aimed at each other.
The momentum grew increasingly fierce.
* * *
The rough sparring.
The end of the sparring that continued so long they couldn’t even breathe.
Whoosh!
Finally ended only when Jung Myeong managed to land one move on Heon-ang Sword’s arm.
The move that decided the end was simple.
When they reached the end of the sparring, Heon-ang Sword launched a prepared heavy sword.
Jung Myeong countered with a swift sword.
It was a move thrown because he had perceived that Heon-ang Sword’s strength had weakened compared to before during their exchange of over a hundred moves.
Swift sword and heavy sword.
If they clashed head-on, the swift sword should have been pushed back.
But this time it was the complete opposite.
It was thanks to Jung Myeong’s perception hitting the mark.
“Hah…”
Thanks to that, one of Heon-ang Sword’s arms was stained with blood.
Drip. Drop.
He quickly pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding, while asking curiously in the midst of it.
“What move is this? I haven’t seen it before.”
Should I say it was typical.
Curiosity about Jung Myeong’s sword filled his eyes.
Was there any need not to tell him?
Jung Myeong readily answered.
“As much as Elder Brother has advanced, I too have advanced.”
“You mean the Three Origin Kill Sword is getting stronger?”
“I may not be grand enough to be called a sect founder, but since I’m the one creating the Three Origin Kill Sword anyway, shouldn’t it be continuously improved?”
“Hah…!”
The fact that even at this moment, the Three Origin Kill Sword was getting stronger.
Hearing this, Heon-ang Sword’s eyes widened amazingly, and inside filled with admiration.
“Crazy. You sometimes say things only a monster would say too easily.”
“I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“It is a compliment.”
Indeed, he was greatly amazed.
It was also the moment when the confidence that had been rising within disappeared.
‘I thought I had gained enlightenment and gotten a little closer… was it still not enough?’
Coming to Hangzhou, he thought his blade had been sharpened more keenly.
He thought he had advanced a few steps and could now compete.
But after clashing, hadn’t Jung Myeong gone even further?
‘Being an elder brother is tough too.’
He had no choice but to click his tongue.
Still, he had to maintain face as an elder brother.
It was really difficult.
“Phew…”
Still, his heart felt refreshed.
It must be because he had properly exchanged swords after a long time.
After the bleeding stopped, Heon-ang Sword sheathed his sword again.
At this point, Jung Myeong also sheathed his sword and approached as if nothing had happened, treating the arm where bleeding had been stopped.
At times like this, he was truly a natural physician.
A physician wouldn’t be a physician just by treating external injuries.
“Ugh…”
“Don’t exaggerate. Endure it.”
Jung Myeong treated the injured arm in one go,
Then suddenly asked.
“But Elder Brother, why do you seem to have so much pent up?”
* * *
Who could he hide from?
It was difficult to hide even a hair in front of Jung Myeong.
It was even more so with him, who was like a kindred spirit after sharing swords together.
“It’s frustrating. Frustrating.”
Heon-ang Sword expressed his frustration while glancing at Jung Myeong.
‘Ah. I understand.’
It seemed Jung Myeong was also part of the reason he was feeling frustrated.
“You’ve made the situation too complicated, little brother.”
Made the situation complicated.
I could see what he was referring to.
He must be talking about how I recently helped the Beggar’s Sect.
“Was that complicated?”
“Of course it was. Those people aren’t ordinary either, are they?”
“They are beyond ordinary.”
“Right. And it’s awkward not to like that. After all, aren’t we from the same Orthodox Sect?”
As expected, that was the right answer.
“So what can I do? I’ll just cross swords and resolve it while I’m at it.”
“In other words, you vented your frustration, is that it?”
“That’s not entirely wrong.”
It seemed he had quite a headache because of that.
And he had taken out half his frustration on Jung Myeong.
The renowned Heon-ang Sword over something like this?
‘This is unexpected.’
While I could understand Strange Madman doing this, I hadn’t expected this from Heon-ang Sword.
There must be other reasons besides just the Beggar’s Sect.
“I’m truly frustrated.”
“Hmm? About what?”
“I don’t know if the sword I wield is truly righteous.”
“!!!”
As expected. There was no way he would act like this just over the Beggar’s Sect.
His character wasn’t so small as to get angry over something like that.
Instead, he was shaken by something else.
I could see he was wavering as a Martial Artist before being a member of his family clan.
‘He’s moving forward, but his sword tip wavers because he doesn’t know if it’s right?’
After gaining something and moving forward, having doubts was also inevitable!
Heon-ang Sword wouldn’t be unaware of this either.
But if his mind was this complicated, it meant the wavering was greater than expected.
At times like this, there was only one thing Jung Myeong could do for him.
“Elder Brother will do well.”
Unwavering support.
Sometimes this kind of encouragement was more helpful than any advice.
This was especially true for someone as solid as Heon-ang Sword.
“Right. I should do well. I’ll manage it. Haha.”
Indeed, he seemed to gain strength from just that encouragement.
“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just ask my little brother for help. To hold my sword for me.”
“My. You’ve become shameless, unlike yourself, Elder Brother?”
“Being in Hangzhou has made me this way. I think I learned shamelessness before swordsmanship.”
“Wow. Even blaming your surroundings.”
“Hehehe. Was it obvious?”
“A little?”
“I’ll try to hide it better next time. Haha.”
His expression had relaxed considerably, and he was even making jokes.
Just this brief rest seemed to make his heart much lighter.
However, that wasn’t going to be the end of it.
“But you know. Ahem…”
“Hmm?”
After the joke, he paused for a moment, then cautiously made a request to Jung Myeong.
“If it’s alright, could I ask for your help for a moment?”
“If it’s Elder Brother’s request, I should hear it out. What is it?”
“Please provide some treatment.”
Heon-ang Sword. He was asking for Jung Myeong not as a Martial Artist, but as a Physician.
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