Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 45
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Chapter 45
Setting up schemes time and time again.
He thought he had cornered the Guild Leader with those schemes.
Yet he was being pushed back like this.
Well, of course.
The Guild Leader had been at the transcendent level for over twenty years.
He had survived as a martial artist for decades.
The gap was enormous.
Perhaps it was impossible to bridge this with just a few months of effort.
Perhaps he should have devised more schemes and pressed harder somehow.
Perhaps never revealing himself directly would have been the best choice.
In this desperate situation.
The wrong moves he had made kept trampling through his mind.
Yes. This was regret.
But he quickly washed away that regret.
‘What’s the point of regretting now?’
He had done his best, but if even that best was the wrong move, then what could he do?
So what if he was constantly being pushed back?
When had he ever only played in the most favorable situations to be regretting like this?
Even in this situation, Jung Myeong was not someone who would only wallow in regret.
‘What should I do now?’
Without giving up.
He was someone who would plan what to do next.
That’s why he thought.
How to break through this moment!
And he saw the easiest move.
‘Even now…!’
If he used the System.
If he spent the remaining points.
He would become stronger.
Brutally! Forcibly!
‘Then it might be possible to easily escape this crisis.’
He knew the easiest move better than anyone.
If he did that, he could instantly crush that bastard.
He just needed to make that choice.
Just, make the choice.
Even knowing this, he hesitated for a moment.
‘…This is a crossroads.’
He had pursued efficiency and schemed to crush the Guild Leader.
But even in this situation where things had gone wrong, why wasn’t he taking the easy way out?
He thought about why he was hesitating.
It was because of intuition.
‘Just because of intuition, but…’
His intuition was telling him.
This moment was a crossroads. A fork in the road.
So how he acted here.
Would be the moment that determined his future.
His intuition was instinctively telling him this.
Rationally, he had already found the best method.
‘I can’t take the easy way out.’
For some reason, he felt he had to follow what his instincts were saying.
He couldn’t explain it.
He just felt that he had to do this.
That he had to put all his strength into one move.
Perhaps because he resolved to follow that intuition.
“…”
“What!”
Suddenly Jung Myeong’s eyes became calm.
The Guild Leader asked, instinctively sensing something.
He gave no answer to his question.
Instead, becoming even more composed, he focused on only one thing.
Swish—
The sword moving through his hand.
He focused only on that one thing.
Tss tss tss—
Suddenly his surroundings disappeared from his sight.
The only sensations remaining were the sword in his hand.
And the Guild Leader’s form approaching him.
The Guild Leader was an opponent who had to be killed.
The only means to cut him down was this one sword.
Forgetting everything else, he swung his sword, infusing it with his will and the instinct he felt deep in his heart.
And in that moment when he entrusted his entire body to everything his instincts guided.
Whoooooosh—!
“Gaaahhh…!”
He was able to put a move that surpassed himself into his sword.
* * *
Swaaash!
The sword strike he unleashed instinctively.
It contained no divided subtleties. He abandoned speed, illusions, and even dominance.
Just the single-minded determination to cut.
The sword containing only that reached the Guild Leader’s right hand.
Craaack-
At that moment, the Guild Leader felt his body being shaken violently.
‘This is…’
It wasn’t something like the Internal Heavy Hand Technique.
It was as if his very soul had been cut.
The internal energy within scattered, and the dantian that contained it crumbled instantly. The pain felt throughout his body was incomparable to merely having his left hand destroyed.
The Guild Leader felt his body escape his own will in an instant.
“Huurk…!”
Thud.
He fell to his knees on his own. The strength had left his legs.
‘…How!’
He tried to control his will and rise up.
But the Guild Leader’s body, pushed to its limits, would not support him.
He could not stand.
“Uaaah…!”
Even so, the Guild Leader let out a roar.
He never gave up to the very end. If he had no teeth, he would use his gums. He tried to advance toward Jung Myeong even if he had to crawl.
Venomous spirit!
With only that, he tried to grind his teeth to dust against the ground and move forward.
A sight befitting a vicious poison.
Madness and obsession. What stopped him was a dark shadow that had somehow reached before him.
Only then did the Guild Leader raise his head to look up.
“Hah…”
He couldn’t even call him a once-in-a-lifetime rival.
He had cut down all such people until now.
Jung Myeong before his eyes. Even against the backlight, he who was looking down at him was not a mere rival.
Jung Myeong’s figure before his eyes was too immense to attach the title of adversary.
“Hehe. Hah… You… you won. Finally…”
“I was lucky.”
“Hah… Luck? No! Don’t call it mere luck, absolutely not for my sake!”
“…”
“Let me ask one thing.”
“What?”
What could he possibly ask now?
The reason for driving him this far?
The victor’s feelings?
What would he ask?
Even Jung Myeong found it hard to guess.
As Jung Myeong looked down at him.
The question that came was completely unexpected.
“That sword’s name… What is it?”
“!!!!”
“The name of that sword that cut me…”
Was he truly a martial artist to the end?
Madness and obsession. The Guild Leader’s final question, who had been consumed by laziness until he cut down the Vice Guild Master, was quite unexpected.
Even as Jung Myeong was surprised.
The Guild Leader seemed determined to hear an answer.
What he could give him was only one thing.
The truth.
“…It hasn’t been decided yet. Truly, the beginning was luck. The end was a sword born from instinct. That’s all I can tell you.”
“…I see. Hehe. Instinct and luck. Truly so! Fate had already reached you!”
Was it an unexpectedly satisfying answer?
The Guild Leader showed an unknowable smile.
Finally seeming to have exhausted his last strength.
Thud.
He lowered the head he had struggled to keep up.
It was a final moment befitting one who had charged more persistently than anyone.
“Phew…”
Was he shaking off that persistence?
As Jung Myeong sighed and tried to leave him behind.
Unexpected people came to his side.
The presences he felt.
Jung Myeong turned his head.
“Gasp…!”
“Th-that bastard!”
He saw panicked faces.
Why wouldn’t they be?
The reason for their panic was told by the Donghwa Guild insignia on their shoulders.
They had escaped the formation only to see their Guild Leader dead.
It was not strange that they were bewildered.
‘How ridiculous.’
Jung Myeong sneered at them.
Formation? It’s true they were caught in one.
However, the formation they were caught in wasn’t particularly strong.
After all, the real formation was the one set up to catch the Guild Leader.
For them, he had only set up a simple Illusion Formation.
‘It was for delaying time.’
If they had used their full strength from the beginning, they would have broken through quickly.
Then they could have helped the Guild Leader.
However, even though they could have done so, they didn’t.
‘Because that’s their very nature.’
It’s because they’re Evil Sect Martial Artists.
Even though they could break through, they took their time.
They must have thought to themselves.
Since it’s the Guild Leader’s business, the Guild Leader would handle it himself.
If by chance the Guild Leader unluckily ended up in mutual destruction with Jung Myeong, that would be even better.
Then they could take the Guild Leader’s position for themselves.
They came slowly with such calculations in mind.
‘How obvious.’
So he couldn’t help but sneer.
Jung Myeong didn’t need to condemn all Evil Sect Martial Artists.
But the ones before his eyes deserved it and more, so it was an openly displayed sneer.
“Grr…!”
Did seeing him finally spark some defiance?
One who seemed to have a high rank among them quickly looked around.
After confirming their numbers weren’t small, he shouted at Jung Myeong.
“You bastard! How dare you!”
“How dare? Why don’t you finish that sentence.”
“How dare you harm the Guild Leader and think you can live!”
“What if I can’t live?”
“We won’t let that happen! You fools! What are you doing! Attack!”
He ordered them to attack Jung Myeong using their numerical advantage.
There must have been some calculation behind it.
No matter how much they were Evil Sect Martial Artists, there were lines to maintain.
If they easily retreated after seeing the Guild Leader’s death, the aftermath wouldn’t be good. Even if they joined other factions later, it would be difficult to prove their loyalty.
So they would show the pretense of attacking Jung Myeong appropriately.
If things went well, they could gain.
The fisherman’s profit from Jung Myeong who was tired from facing the Guild Leader.
However, there was no response.
Why was that?
“…”
“…”
“What, what are you all doing?”
Flustered by this, the one who appeared to be an Executive quickly looked to the side.
“What…!”
Even he who looked around couldn’t help but be greatly flustered.
Around them, newly appeared figures had surrounded them at some point.
“Who, who are… no, why are they here…”
While the one who first ordered the attack on Jung Myeong was panicking.
“It would have been nice if you had lent a hand. Didn’t you all arrive too late?”
Jung Myeong was speaking to the newcomers with a bright smile.
As if he had known in advance that they would come.
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