Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 150

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Chapter 150

 

Cha Hyeol-do, Mong Joong-sal, Su Yeon-geom.

 

All names of martial artists who swept through the Jusan Archipelago alongside Ju Ma-ji-sal in the previous generation. They were martial artists who shone with particularly brilliant light even among the constellation of masters.

 

“Hmm… Is it time to move now?”

 

“I wondered why he kept us until the very end, but it was for this moment.”

 

“As expected of Ju Ma-ji-sal. He may have foreseen even this.”

 

Even standing directly before the battlefield, they showed no signs of fear whatsoever.

 

Though their backs may have bent, their upright spirit remained unchanged. Though their physical strength had declined, they possessed tremendous internal energy more than sufficient to compensate for it.

 

Strength that transcended age was both their foundation and their power.

 

Thwaaaak-!

 

Taking their positions, they immediately followed Ju Ma-ji-sal’s orders.

 

[Cha Hyeol-do, use your blazing yang energy to cut down that shallow blade.]

 

[Excellent!]

 

Cha Hyeol-do headed toward Wol Swae-do.

 

Mong Joong-sal headed toward Cheong Yeon-geom.

 

[Worthless trash from Anhui. Didn’t you say you wanted to cut him down once?]

 

[You still remember something from my youth. Hehe.]

 

[It’s a matter of friendship. Of course I remember. Go ahead.]

 

[Good.]

 

Su Yeon-geom headed toward Cheon Pung-il Geom.

 

[Should I go to that child?]

 

[Naturally. Gentle currents cannot be cut by wind, can they not?]

 

[Hehe. It’s still too early to be divided. Let me go.]

 

Though it was a sudden confrontation, all of them moved in divisions according to Ju Ma-ji-sal’s calculations.

 

The three seasoned masters did not rely solely on their own abilities.

 

“What are you doing! Hurry up and go!”

 

“Y-yes!”

 

The martial artists brought from Ryeon and the association. Though their martial power might be weak, they still had considerable numbers remaining, and these were placed at the vanguard.

 

The intention behind Ju Ma-ji-sal’s orders was clear.

 

‘Ugh… He’s telling us to go die.’

 

‘Damn it! We should never have come to this place!’

 

Go and die.

 

This was treatment worse than being used as arrow fodder for martial artists.

 

However, they couldn’t refuse. Escape was impossible since Ju Ma-ji-sal was watching from behind with his eyes wide open.

 

Knowing how those who had tried to flee earlier had been hunted down and killed.

 

They charged forward while trembling with fear.

 

And swung their swords while filled with terror.

 

“Uaaaah!”

 

Swiiish-!

 

Rapidly swinging swords.

 

However, the trajectory of swords swung in fear could not be clear.

 

“Kuk…!”

 

Thwack!

 

Cheong Yeon-geom slipped through the gaps, struck simultaneously, and severed the neck.

 

Wol Swae-do and Cheon Pung-il Geom responded similarly.

 

No matter how many enemies rushed at them, they cut them down as if showing off that they weren’t tired from their previous display of martial power.

 

It was clearly a rotation battle.

 

However, those facing this were relaxed.

 

“Hmm. As expected, just as predicted.”

 

“Right. Just as the physician said. A rotation battle to drain our strength like this. It doesn’t deviate from expectations at all.”

 

“However, isn’t it effective?”

 

“Yes, it’s effective. If only we didn’t have the spirit pills.”

 

Even while engaging in intense combat, their internal energy was still running at peak condition.

 

This was the effect of using spirit pills that could enhance several years’ worth of internal energy for recovery purposes.

 

How could their opponents not notice this?

 

[Hmm. Did those bastards take some medicine? Their condition is perfectly fine.]

 

[Must be because they’re young!]

 

[Still, it’s a bit problematic, isn’t it?]

 

[It’s quite annoying.]

 

When the rotation battle didn’t work, they clicked their tongues.

 

They were displeased that things weren’t going as planned.

 

However, they didn’t have long to express their dissatisfaction.

 

“We should go before all those young brats die, shouldn’t we?”

 

“Tch. Making these old bones move. Foolish bastards.”

 

“Hehe… Control your tempers a bit. We had to move anyway.”

 

“Don’t act like you’re the only good person!”

 

The rotation battle had its limits.

 

They had to charge out before all the martial artists they’d sent forward died.

 

Eventually, the masters of the previous generation who had come to help Ju Ma-ji-sal had no choice but to head toward the three martial artists on Jung Myeong’s side who stood firm and upright.

 

The three masters of the previous generation went out lightly as if taking a stroll.

 

“Tsk…”

 

“Those old men who should be in coffins sure were born with strength.”

 

“They call it the vigor of old age, don’t they? Hehe.”

 

But the results were by no means light.

 

Each brought out their Life-Death Seasonal Techniques and pressed the three.

 

Puwhaaaaaak!

 

Kuwaaaaang-! Peobeobeobeok!

 

The depth was quite fierce, making it difficult even for the three masters Jung Myeong had sent to handle easily.

 

In an instant, a proper standoff was formed.

 

It appeared to be a tense standoff.

 

However, Ju Ma-ji-sal wouldn’t just stand by and watch this either.

 

“Strike! Strike at their openings!”

 

Originally, lower-skilled fighters should stay out of battles between masters.

 

This was a rule created to prevent them from dying meaninglessly after being swept up in a move thrown by a master.

 

Ju Ma-ji-sal completely ignored this.

 

He used those he had brought not as people, but as thorough tools.

 

“Go! Quickly!”

 

“Uaaaah!”

 

“I’m going!”

 

Whenever the three showed even the slightest opening, he deployed the surviving Martial Artists.

 

Thanks to this, Cheong Yeon-geom and the other two were gradually pushed back.

 

“Huh. How vicious.”

 

“Still, isn’t this interesting?”

 

“Haha. Right. When else would we get to have such a struggle!”

 

They tried to show composure even in this situation.

 

But being continuously pushed back was an unavoidable reality.

 

They were merely holding on in this fierce battle!

 

* * *

 

‘I evaluated it as a lower move.’

 

The fiercely created battlefield. He was measuring everything while treating even those with him as chess pieces on a board.

 

Therefore, he judged.

 

‘Still, it’s at the intermediate level.’

 

The move Jung Myeong had made incorrectly.

 

The move he had marked as lower-level was actually intermediate.

 

Helping Ju Tae-gong.

 

Even anticipating that Ju Ma-ji-sal himself would send soldiers to stop him.

 

Sending those people to strike at this moment of vulnerability was certainly not something a lower-level player would do.

 

But there were limits.

 

‘He couldn’t reach the upper level.’

 

He had set up a complex board, but that was as far as it went.

 

In his view, Jung Myeong had thrown a losing hand.

 

If only he had sent those three masters to Ju Tae-gong instead of here.

 

‘Then it might have been more difficult to handle.’

 

It would have been much harder instead.

 

Those three masters were certainly ones who possessed powerful Martial Power.

 

‘Seeing how they show skills stronger than the level I know, they themselves would have been major obstacles.’

 

Jung Myeong should have sent them to Ju Tae-gong, not here.

 

It would have been a better judgment to rescue Ju Tae-gong and rush here in one breath.

 

Since he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t reach the upper level.

 

‘So you’ve lost.’

 

He had risen from lower to intermediate level.

 

But that wasn’t enough to defeat him.

 

Regrettably, his strength couldn’t reach that far, so what could be done.

 

The one who would win was ultimately himself.

 

Ju Ma-ji-sal thought this way and finished preparing to move himself.

 

Having set up the board, he planned to join in and crush those three.

 

He couldn’t allow more damage to accumulate here.

 

It was just as he was about to move.

 

“Now it’s time to end this… Kuk…!”

 

Suddenly, tremendous pain struck Ju Ma-ji-sal.

 

* * *

 

‘What is this!’

 

The massive pain suddenly felt from behind.

 

At this, Ju Ma-ji-sal moved his body rather than trying to understand the situation. He instinctively knew he had to escape from his position.

 

Proving that he hadn’t accumulated experience in vain, Ju Ma-ji-sal threw his body.

 

“Kruut…”

 

As if it was already too late.

 

The second strike. The third strike came flying.

 

But he somehow drew up all the energy in his body and endured.

 

It was the moment he turned his head.

 

“!!!!”

 

Ju Ma-ji-sal was so shocked his soul nearly left his body.

 

Someone he never imagined would be here was right before his eyes.

 

“How, how are you here!”

 

“Isn’t this our first meeting?”

 

It was Jung Myeong.

 

A sudden attack close to an ambush.

 

Upon realizing that Jung Myeong had launched it, Ju Ma-ji-sal tightly shut his mouth.

 

“….”

 

He knew that opening it further would only be to his disadvantage.

 

Facing such a Ju Ma-ji-sal, Jung Myeong spoke leisurely.

 

“Ah, it seems I’ve already seen it once without realizing. Hmm… Was there something worth seeing? Don’t tell me it was Jeok-gye Blood Temple? Or were you the one who sent the assassin?”

 

“….”

 

Jung Myeong showed neither respect nor deference toward the old master.

 

However, Ju Ma-ji-sal could not correct this.

 

It was because he was first overwhelmed by Jung Myeong’s gaze.

 

In reality, while he instinctively healed the internal injuries on his body and reduced the pain, his mind was still in confusion.

 

‘Th-this bastard…. Wasn’t he someone I could judge?’

 

He had been considering him as intermediate or low-level.

 

He never imagined that such a Jung Myeong would come with methods that transcended imagination, surpassing even high-level.

 

Even though Jung Myeong was called someone of the Orthodox Martial World, Ju Ma-ji-sal had thought of him as leaning toward the Orthodox Sect.

 

Indeed, the Jung Myeong he had known so far had been biased in that direction.

 

But what was this one move?

 

It was a method he never thought Jung Myeong would use.

 

It was natural that he found it difficult to regain his composure.

 

That’s why he was caught off guard.

 

As he failed to respond, Jung Myeong took the next action on his own.

 

“I can guess what you’re thinking, but I don’t think we can drag this out for long.”

 

“??!”

 

“As you can see, they’re moving too.”

 

What followed was Jung Myeong launching a martial technique at Ju Ma-ji-sal.

 

Puhwaaaaak-!

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