Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

 

 

Yeo Eun-so’s delicate eyebrows were furrowed.

Tss-tss-tss-tss-tssk-! Tss-tssk-!

It was difficult to read the trajectory of the sword her opponent was wielding.

 

‘Strong. And different.’

 

They were different from the Masked Men who had first pursued her.

Though they did the ridiculous thing of wearing face masks in broad daylight, they showed the straightforwardness befitting the Orthodox Martial Arts they had learned.

The ones before her eyes were not like that.

 

‘Clearly Orthodox Martial Arts, but the way they deploy them is closer to that of Evil Sects.’

 

Though they had learned the same Orthodox Martial Arts as herself.

There was a hidden cunning within the outward straightforwardness.

Just when she thought it was a Heavy Sword, it became a Swift Sword rushing at her.

Whoosh-! Slash!

When she thought it was thrusting straight and dodged, it had somehow changed into a cunning slash like a snake, tormenting her.

 

‘On the surface they’re Orthodox Sect members. But some among them are not orthodox inside. What is this?’

 

Where did such cunning ones come from?

She couldn’t tell.

What was certain were two things.

First, these were different people from those who had initially pursued her.

 

‘They’ve been targeting my life from the beginning.’

 

Second, they had dug a trap and were waiting for her.

That trap was no ordinary one either.

 

‘How did they imitate our sect’s insignia?’

 

She had walked into the trap with her own feet.

For no other reason than the Quanzhen Sect’s insignia.

She had read it and come to this place. It was to find Sa Jeo and the Junior Sisters who had hidden their forms for some reason.

If even small traces remained among such insignia.

It was to use them to find her Sect Brothers.

But who would have thought attacks would pour down like this as soon as she entered following the insignia?

This was something she had never anticipated.

That was her current state. She had crawled in without knowing it was a trap and gotten trapped inside the Guandi Temple.

Before she knew it, she had been driven to the end and was surrounded by dozens of Martial Artists.

 

‘I was complacent.’

 

Moving based only on the insignia had been a mistake.

Intoxicated by things going smoothly, she had lost her caution.

She should have moved a bit more meticulously as usual.

However, regret was already too late.

Slaaash-!

Right now the approaching sword came first.

Strange and wondrous techniques, swords containing cunning!

A feast of irregular swords that were difficult for her, who had long been active only in Orthodox Sect territory, to handle!

 

‘Left. No, right!’

 

Reading the moves. Reading them again.

What she couldn’t dodge, she parried.

Exchanges every split second.

Dodging and parrying the swords aiming for her vital points.

At the same time reading the whole situation.

 

‘Which direction can I escape through?’

 

It was to find a direction for escape.

Since there was no reason for her to be playing around in the trap the enemies had created.

Therefore her eyes continued searching. She tried to control the entire territory by using Ki Sensing to a dizzying degree.

It had already been several hundred exchanges since she began trading moves with the enemies.

Among the accumulated battles of moves that she hadn’t even counted after surpassing a hundred exchanges.

Swoosh-!

How many had she cut down.

 

“Kuh…”

 

And how many sword wounds had she received?

Her finely worn clothes had been torn and soaked with blood for a long time.

Even so, she did not abandon her will to live.

She did not give up and continued moving.

However, was this pushing too hard?

Whooom-!

Without her knowing, there was an Energy Wave rapidly growing larger.

 

‘Behind!’

 

Behind! Before she knew it, enemies had taken position behind her!

Unaware of this, she had been focused only on the front while facing enemies.

It was a great mistake she had never considered.

Swoosh-!

At that moment, three swords also flew at her from the front.

It was a chain strategy targeting front and back simultaneously.

 

‘Ah…!’

 

Even she couldn’t block this.

She sensed death.

Even with death before her eyes.

 

“…”

 

He didn’t avoid them, but faced them head-on.

Though he might give up his back, he had no intention of allowing the swords shooting from the front.

 

‘I’ll block them!’

 

Even if he were to be cut down, he would carry out his desperate will to resist until the very end.

Swish—!

Resolving to do her absolute best with her current abilities, she swung her sword!

To take at least one person with her until the moment of death!

The sword of one prepared to die unfolded.

 

“Kraaaah…!”

 

She cut down the two before her eyes.

It was the moment she prepared to soon be killed by a sword pouring from behind.

 

‘So I’m going in such a futile way.’

 

Her dead Master.

Her missing Sect Brothers.

And Jung Myeong from the Medical Clinic.

 

‘Still, it wasn’t bad.’

 

It was the moment she thought of them last and tried to accept the approaching sword.

 

[Three Origin Kill Sword: Shatter Heaven Establish Justice]

 

Along with a familiar Energy Wave.

As if the heavens were collapsing, a baptism of swords descended.

 

“Young Master!”

 

 

* * *

 

 

Jung Myeong revealed himself while unfolding the Three Origin Kill Sword.

As soon as he cut down the one who had been targeting her back.

He approached her side, pulled her back, and took the lead position.

 

‘Three shallow cuts, two deep wounds. Some of the internal injuries I treated before have reopened. It’s remarkable that she’s holding on.’

 

Even while displaying his terrible occupational habit of examining Yeo Eun-so’s wounds.

Swooosh—!

He blocked the feast of swords that sought to check him.

 

‘Even though I suddenly entered, there’s no confusion. These are properly trained individuals. I shouldn’t think of this lightly.’

 

He didn’t stop reading traces from their actions and analyzing them.

Analysis and actions based on it.

Even this was characteristic of him.

However, he wasn’t just thinking with his head.

 

‘I’m going.’

 

Think briefly. Act faster than that.

Standing on the ground, he kicked the ground with the soles of his feet.

The elasticity felt while kicking traveled up his ankle, thigh, and soon reached his back, giving him strength.

A single graceful line was drawn.

It was similar to the line of the Mutual Return Sword Technique, a Quanzhen Sect sword technique.

However, its foundation was still the Three Origin Kill Sword.

 

[Three Origin Kill Sword: Underground Killing Intent]

 

Though he borrowed the graceful line of the Mutual Return Sword Technique, the Martial Technique unfolded was Underground Killing Intent.

Among heaven, earth, and man, borrowing the attributes of earth—honest and solid—what he gained was the explosive mystery of Swift Strike!

And it was the will to kill!

Whoooosh—!

 

“Kraaaah!”

“Kek…!”

 

When his sword unfolded once, the three blocking his view were cut down.

How could this be the end?

He never intended to finish everything with just a single line.

He advanced forward even faster.

 

‘I’ll let the Three Origin Kill Sword melt into my entire body.’

 

Tssssss—

He planted the will to kill throughout his entire body.

From sword tip to toe.

Gooooo—!

A powerful Energy Wave like that emitted by a Killing Ghost stretched out.

 

“Ugh…”

“Hrgh…”

 

No matter how well-trained a Martial Artist might be, it was pressure difficult to endure!

It was proof that he completely dominated this place!

For a moment, this place that became his own Territory seemed like a space permitted only to him.

Whoooosh—! Whack!

Tssss— Crack!

Only he could move freely within the dominated space!

The sword traced lines. Lines were created.

Lines embroidered patterns, cutting down opponents.

What was contained within wasn’t just the sword technique called Three Origin Kill Sword.

More than that, deeper below.

contained what could be called the foundation.

What that foundation meant was.

The enlightenment that Jung Myeong had obtained upon reaching the Super Peak Level.

In other words, it was the moment when his unique will was unleashed and spread throughout the world.

Swoooooosh-!

How could one endure before such overwhelming sword force.

 

 

* * *

 

 

Due to Jung Myeong’s sudden intervention, the tide of battle completely turned.

 

“Gaaaaaah…!”

 

Half of the more than fifty Martial Artists who had been pressuring Yeo Eun-so were cut down in less than half a moment.

When fewer than twenty remained in an instant.

They chose to flee without hesitation.

But even this, Jung Myeong did not allow.

 

“Where do you think you’re going.”

 

This was Jung Myeong, called the Poison Demon Physician.

Though it was still embarrassing to be called by this name out loud.

He secretly liked this alias.

The term Poison Demon was perfect for expressing his poison heart that had dominated Jianghu alone.

Moreover, there was no better way to describe his combat style.

Even now that he had reached the Super Peak Level, he did not stubbornly stick to only the sword.

Pwhooooosh-!

 

“It’s poison!”

“Poison smoke!”

 

He threw the Poison Orb from his chest to block the enemies’ escape route.

Swish- Swish-

Then, he took out acupuncture needles and threw them like Hidden Weapons.

The acupuncture needles meant to save lives instantly became deadly Hidden Weapons of poison heart, striking and pressing vital points.

It was not simply a martial art of throwing in straight lines.

Wasn’t the foundation of the Three Origin Kill Sword he had created the Three Origin Kill itself!

That foundation unfolded from him.

 

“Gak…!”

 

By the time they grabbed their necks where the needles had struck, it was already too late.

Thud. Thud.

As soon as they felt the sting, they lost strength and collapsed.

They couldn’t even escape from this.

Because blue Poison Smoke had already surrounded them from all directions.

Up close was the deadly Three Origin Poison Sword.

At medium range were Hidden Weapons, and at long range, Poison Smoke trapped them.

 

‘Where did such a person come from!’

 

How on earth could they deal with this man.

He was powerful. When they tried to avoid direct confrontation, he used distance in an even more devastating way than they did.

There was nothing they could do against this.

 

‘He’s a monster!’

 

Pure despair was all that was permitted to them.

Feeling this despair, the Martial Artist leading them closed his eyes, and at that moment.

 

“…Kut.”

 

Swoosh-

There was a sword that cut through his body.

Jung Myeong’s sword, which had approached at some point, was carving a long sword wound across his torso.

Was he going to die like this.

No. He couldn’t feel the death that should have been instinctively felt.

That’s why the Martial Artist despaired even more.

Because even in this moment, he felt that Jung Myeong was thinking about what came after rather than killing him.

He tried to bite down on the Poison Pill embedded in his molars to die.

But for some reason. It didn’t work.

The body that should have bitten the Poison Pill wouldn’t move.

Only then did he belatedly realize.

That while being cut by the sword, he had simultaneously been subdued.

 

‘No, no. Not like this….’

 

Thud.

With his belated realization, the Martial Artist lost consciousness.

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