Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 152

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Chapter 152

 

Enemies approaching from afar come into view.

 

Ju Tae-gong looks at them.

 

His state of mind was surprisingly not despairing.

 

‘At least I’m fortunate that Hye-a can be saved.’

 

He rather considered it fortunate.

 

He knows that he might be somewhat selfish.

 

Looking at it differently, it could also be called an old man’s stubbornness.

 

When one grows old, don’t they naturally want to leave behind at least one descendant who will remember them?

 

In that sense, he had left behind that descendant.

 

‘Hye-ya. You will live.’

 

Ju In-hye. His granddaughter whom he had sent to Jung Myeong not long ago.

 

In that sense, he rather considered it fortunate that he had avoided the worst for now.

 

As the last descendant to remember him, Ju In-hye was a child who was more than sufficient.

 

‘A child who has only suffered hardships her whole life. At least you must live. Yes. That’s how it should be, isn’t it.’

 

While he was thinking it was quite fortunate that she had recently escaped her heavenly punishment,

 

the enemies came charging toward this direction.

 

“Over there!”

 

“That’s the place! Attack quickly!”

 

Even while watching the enemies charging at them, his heart remained peaceful throughout.

 

“Father. They’re coming.”

 

“I’ll take the lead again this time.”

 

“Will you be alright? Yesterday too…”

 

“At least I have to go. What else.”

 

“…I’m sorry. If only I hadn’t gotten injured.”

 

“It’s fine. Just guard the side.”

 

“…As you command.”

 

That’s why he could stand immediately.

 

At the very front of the battlefield.

 

‘How many battles has this been?’

 

In truth, even for him it was difficult to know how many battles this had been.

 

The enemies sent by Ju Ma-ji-sal were persistent.

 

Several times a day.

 

Sometimes they even launched night raids.

 

Those he sent had no regard for customs between fellow members of the Jusan Archipelago.

 

They frequently attempted ambushes as well.

 

They routinely ignored even the trials of the Jusan Archipelago that Jung Myeong had spoken of.

 

Though there’s no romance in battle, the enemy had long since crossed the line.

 

Each time there were several misjudgments.

 

And they had been pushed back this far.

 

‘It’s all because I’m lacking.’

 

Still, there had been hope before.

 

After enduring and enduring again, reinforcements had come not long ago.

 

“Who are you people?”

 

“The Physician sent us here.”

 

“Physician? Ah. The Poison Demon Physician sent you!”

 

“Haha. That’s right. I came here too!”

 

“Man-am-gun!”

 

The Martial Artists sent by Jung Myeong, including Man-am-gun.

 

They were the reinforcements that came to Ju Tae-gong.

 

Until this point, hope was still alive and breathing for Ju Tae-gong.

 

The problem is right now.

 

With the strength of new reinforcements, they greatly defeated those sent by Ju Ma-ji-sal.

 

Just as they were about to reorganize their defenses afterward, who would have thought other Martial Artists sent by Ju Ma-ji-sal would come.

 

“…How many came?”

 

“The numbers aren’t greater than before. The problem is their strength is formidable.”

 

“Good grief. They want to settle this once and for all.”

 

“They probably don’t want to drag this out any longer either.”

 

“That would be so. That damned bastard should at least show his face in a situation like this. Seeing that he hasn’t even shown his face until now… he really has changed with time.”

 

“Hehe. When someone who called himself my godfather points a sword at me, he changed long ago.”

 

“Hehe. That might be so.”

 

Enemies approaching from afar come into view.

 

Perhaps because reinforcements were added, the momentum felt from them exceeded the ordinary.

 

‘Where did you bring such masters from? Really…’

 

For Ju Tae-gong, who had no way of knowing about the Guild Master, it was the appearance of forces that were difficult to even gauge.

 

Tremendous killing intent was being shot toward this place.

 

It was a baptism of killing intent that would make it difficult for ordinary people to even stand and endure.

 

“Huu…”

 

Ju Tae-gong endured it and stood at the front.

 

Though he was pretending to be calm on the outside, his insides couldn’t help but burn.

 

“Attack…!”

 

The enemies showed no mercy.

 

As soon as they completed their encirclement, they immediately rushed toward Ju Tae-gong.

 

“They’re coming!”

 

“Everyone, prepare your defenses thoroughly!”

 

The two forces clashed together.

 

* * *

 

Clang clang clang clang clang-!

 

The battlefield where they collided was fierce.

 

Knowing well that this battle would be the final masterpiece decorating each other’s end, that fierceness could only be all the more special.

 

“Malsal-do? How are you here?”

 

“I came because I couldn’t die! Kekeke!”

 

“Have you still not repented!”

 

“Repentance my ass…! You who will die soon should repent!”

 

“Damn bastard!”

 

Kwaaaaang-!

 

Those who had followed Ju Ma-ji-sal returned to seek revenge.

 

“Kueok…”

 

“I bear no grudge.”

 

“Damn.”

 

Those who had followed Ju Tae-gong instead of Ju Ma-ji-sal gave their all to block him.

 

Thwaaaack-!

 

Hidden weapons, swords, blades, spears, staffs, fishing nets…

 

From the common weapons of Martial Artists.

 

To things that only fishermen would use, each became a weapon grasped in hand and swung.

 

Sometimes when fishing nets entangled enemies.

 

Puuuk. Puk.

 

A sickle that slipped through the gaps harvested the enemy’s throat like cutting crops.

 

“Kkeok…!”

 

They also severed throats with swords.

 

Crack-

 

And burst heads with staffs.

 

A cruel sight worthy of appearing in hell’s paintings.

 

Blood fitting such a scene was scattered across the island.

 

In the midst of this, Ju Tae-gong’s performance was remarkable.

 

“You bastaaaards!”

 

He had been at the forefront all along, advancing step by step.

 

Kwajuk-

 

Then those before his eyes were shattered to pieces and sent flying.

 

Each time his fishing line was swung, enemy heads were split and pulled out like a harvest.

 

“There must be an opening! Target him!”

 

“Do you think you can even target him!”

 

Ju Tae-gong advancing without rest.

 

Kwaang. Kwaang!

 

His son stood beside him like an aide, protecting his rear.

 

Due to the nature of the weapon Ju Tae-gong wielded, when gaps inevitably showed.

 

Each time, his son stepped forward to block those gaps.

 

Ju Tae-gong’s veteran prowess and his son’s filial devotion beside him displayed tremendous power.

 

“That damn old man must tire eventually! Attack!”

 

“Yes!”

 

However, the enemies facing him were also strong.

 

They knew better than anyone that if one or two moves didn’t work, they just needed to make him use three or four moves.

 

Even with the battlefield spread wide, they continuously sent Martial Artists against Ju Tae-gong.

 

They had deployed a wheel formation within the battlefield.

 

Someone might call this a foolish act that needlessly increased losses.

 

‘We just need to kill that bastard! He’s the focal point!’

 

This was a highly effective strategy in battles with Martial Artists.

 

The focal point, the supreme master!

 

If they could just kill him, the group of Martial Artists would collapse more easily than expected – this was a characteristic trait of such groups.

 

That’s why they were concentrating their attacks on Ju Tae-gong even if it meant overextending.

 

“Ju Tae-gong is tired!”

 

“Uooooo!”

 

“Hurry and go! Attack! Kill him and I’ll give you a thousand nyang in gold ingots!”

 

“A thousand nyang in gold ingots!”

 

“Just his head alone is worth a thousand nyang, you bastards!”

 

“Uaaah!”

 

“Let’s kill him!”

 

Their hand technique was quite effectively working.

 

“Keuheu…!”

 

Eventually, the blow reached Ju Tae-gong as well.

 

The Internal Energy that had filled his entire body didn’t have even ten percent remaining.

 

He couldn’t feel strength in the muscles that had been flying energetically beyond his age.

 

“Father! Are you alright?”

 

“This damn body… it won’t listen precisely when I need it most.”

 

“…Please rest for a moment. In the meantime, let me go first.”

 

Now his son tried to step forward and fill the empty space.

 

“Go first? My son? Before this father?”

 

“…”

 

“Enough. Fall back. If you’ve done this much even while injured, you’ve done enough.”

 

“Father!”

 

“Shut up!”

 

He was immediately rejected.

 

He should have been grateful that Ju In-hye was spared.

 

But that didn’t mean his children weren’t precious to him.

 

Even if they would all be massacred in the end.

 

‘How can I watch my children die with my own eyes!’

 

Ju Tae-gong couldn’t bear to see his children die before his eyes.

 

Even if it meant death, he intended to die first as their parent.

 

Whoooooo-

 

Therefore, he drew up his remaining True Energy.

 

‘If it comes to it, I’ll burn even my remaining core True Energy to create one final move.’

 

He firmly resolved to die.

 

Tuwhaaaak-!

 

How could such firm resolve easily dull?

 

“Kurrgh…”

 

“This crazy old man! Still!”

 

Ju Tae-gong blazed white-hot.

 

His momentum seemed to overwhelm the surroundings.

 

However, even he had his limits in the end.

 

Turrrrng-!

 

“Kut…”

 

“Still strong in your old age?”

 

“Hyeol Am-jido!”

 

“Hehe. It’s been a while.”

 

Hyeol Am-jido.

 

He suddenly appeared and blocked Ju Tae-gong’s path.

 

Hyeol Am-jido. A master of the same generation as Ju Tae-gong who was active in the previous generation. Even then, he was about three moves inferior to Ju Tae-gong, but he was still a master.

 

Such a person now stood before the thoroughly exhausted Ju Tae-gong.

 

“That damned habit of only moving when you see a chance of victory is still the same!”

 

“Hehe… That’s why I’m still alive, isn’t it? And you’re about to die? Hehehe.”

 

“…”

 

Hyeol Am-jido smiled with a bitter taste.

 

The actual advantage seemed to be with him.

 

For the exhausted Ju Tae-gong, there seemed to be no other option.

 

It would be good if His Son stepped forward even now.

 

“Krrgh… Damn!”

 

His Son was also being blocked by another master of the previous generation who had stepped forward.

 

The situation was not good.

 

‘Am I going to die like this…!’

 

Death seemed to be approaching soon.

 

“Die now!”

 

Bang! Kwagagagak! Bang!

 

As if to tighten the reins of death even more, Hyeol Am-jido relentlessly pressed Ju Tae-gong.

 

Based on the Swift Principle, he continuously inflicted strikes without rest.

 

Ah. How could he endure this?

 

“Kut…”

 

Finally, Ju Tae-gong showed an opening.

 

His momentarily exhausted arm could no longer control the fishing rod he was wielding and half-dropped it.

 

“Finally!”

 

“!!!!”

 

How could someone of Hyeol Am-jido’s caliber miss such an opening?

 

With the momentum to kill him immediately, he abandoned the Swift Principle and switched to the Heavy Principle.

 

He rushed forward with the momentum to perform Single Blade Bisection on Ju Tae-gong.

 

A long trajectory of the character “” drawn from top to bottom!

 

Swiiiek-!

 

Since there was no way to block this, Ju Tae-gong could only stare blankly at the blade striking down toward him.

 

Not closing his eyes and watching until the end was the best resistance he could offer.

 

* * *

 

It was the moment when Ju Tae-gong was about to be bisected.

 

“Kek…!”

 

Turrrrng-!

 

The scream burst forth not from Ju Tae-gong, but from Hyeol Am-jido.

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