The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 74

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Chapter 74

 

Following the sword’s tip, a small circle of inner energy was carved into the ground around Cheongun.

 

Wooong.

 

A single resonant sound echoed, followed by waves spreading outward.

 

In the blink of an eye, the waves spread instantly, and Cheongun lifted his sword as if it was over, sheathing it.

 

“Kkeuk…”

 

“Kek…!”

 

The moment the sword returned to its sheath.

 

All those touched by the waves began spitting blood from their eyes and mouths, collapsing on the spot.

 

Only those who had avoided the waves survived, but their numbers were extremely few.

 

“Wh-what kind of strange sorcery is this…!”

 

Hwanghwondoma’s expression was colored with shock.

 

Though he had met countless martial artists and crossed hands with them, he had never heard of or seen such martial arts.

 

A disciple of Geomma.

 

Was he truly a disciple of Geomma?

 

Even though he had heard it directly from Geomma’s own mouth, it was so strange that it was hard to believe.

 

It could truly be called terrifying.

 

If someone else were to confirm only this outcome, they would never reach the conclusion that many had faced one.

 

They would think that many people had been massacred by something.

 

‘All their inner energy is completely twisted.’

 

Checking the fallen ones, every blood vessel in their bodies was twisted, and even the basic circulation of their inner energy was completely tangled.

 

That unidentifiable wave.

 

Just being touched by that wave caused masters of peak level and above to die instantly.

 

“…Candidate.”

 

“Please speak.”

 

“You said you would personally pursue that person?”

 

“…That’s correct.”

 

“No. Let me ask my question again. Who put such ideas in the candidate’s head?”

 

It was exactly as he said.

 

If it had been the usual Cheonyugjong, he would have chosen something other than pursuit.

 

The reason Hwanghwondoma hadn’t stopped Cheonyugjong’s decision was because he too thought such achievements were necessary for the candidate to better qualify himself.

 

“…”

 

No answer came back.

 

He seemed to know who it was.

 

Being of Cheonma’s bloodline, he couldn’t speak such words aloud.

 

‘That snake-like Young Lady…’

 

Should Cheonyugjong be called foolish?

 

Or should Cheongsoso be called cunning?

 

Or perhaps it was both.

 

“She said to join forces together…to exclude elder brother.”

 

“What on earth did you trust to do such a thing?”

 

It wasn’t reproach.

 

It was just pure curiosity.

 

If this were just one of many ordinary difficulties, he would have reproached him, but Hwanghwondoma had instinctively grasped it.

 

This wasn’t just such an ordinary difficulty.

 

“Because we wanted the same thing, I trusted her.”

 

“…How could I not know. I asked a pointless question.”

 

Already, that strange person before them was slowly approaching.

 

While personally finishing off those who had been hit by the wave but hadn’t yet lost their lives and were still resisting.

 

He didn’t even give them a glance.

 

He simply passed by them and casually drew his finger across, and only then could they be freed from their pain.

 

“Why are you so stiff? My body has just loosened up.”

 

His arrogance pierced the heavens.

 

Cheongun’s appearance as he approached without even drawing his sword, dusting off his hands and walking with his hands behind his back, made his arrogance feel so natural that it wasn’t even unpleasant.

 

The deep darkness visible behind him was naturally blending in as if Cheongun had created it himself.

 

“Candidate. There’s only one chance.”

 

“…I know.”

 

The greatest technique each could show.

 

That was the only final move.

 

“Soul Ritual First Blade”

 

A blade technique true to its meaning.

 

The single existing technique was a blade method that abandoned everything and poured everything solely into cutting.

 

A life-or-death technique that offered the soul as sacrifice and even offered innate true energy.

 

Though it was lacking to call it a life-or-death technique since one would lose their life after using it once, no one could ignore its power.

 

That’s why everyone had avoided ranking battles with Hwanghwondoma.

 

“Macheongogeom ultimate move.”

 

A sword that cuts through heaven for the demonic path.

 

Macheongogeom was a sword technique that Cheonyugjong had not yet mastered.

 

It was a sword technique that those of Cheonma’s bloodline must learn, but its complexity was extraordinary.

 

So much so that throughout history, those who mastered Macheongogeom could be counted on one hand.

 

Even Cheonjeokha had not yet achieved mastery.

 

“Soul-First Elixir”

 

The ultimate move of the Twilight Demon Path that poured out everything he had.

 

“Macheonggeum ”

 

An ultimate move created with excessive ambition that didn’t even match his level.

 

Hwanghwondoma aimed precisely for Cheongun’s vital point.

 

Cheonyugjong simultaneously began thrusting toward the right arm with which Cheongun would grip his sword.

 

Just the inner energy being channeled to the tips of blade and sword was enough to twist the surrounding ground.

 

Even for Cheongun, it was impossible to instantly read the flow of two martial arts that simultaneously involved innate true energy.

 

As the moment of fierce battle approached closer and closer, a smile formed on Cheongun’s lips.

 

What excellent martial arts these were!

 

Things that produced results beyond what one possessed were new stimulation, motivation, and things worthy of respect just by watching.

 

“I’ll receive them directly myself.”

 

They were things worthy enough to personally receive and experience.

 

This was courtesy toward martial artists who showed everything while burning even their lives, apart from all mutual interests.

 

“Jeganggeombeop ultimate move.”

 

He had no intention of showing leisure against those with such resolve.

 

Their ultimate moves containing even innate true energy were distorting the surroundings just by existing here, so showing leisure would also be excessive ambition.

 

“Hwasinjeggang ”

 

The ultimate move of Jeganggeombeop.

 

Hwasinjeggang was the only technique performed with the scabbard.

 

Starting with the scabbard and ending with the sword that had left the scabbard midway returning again.

 

Jeganggeombeop, strictly speaking, wasn’t a sword technique for defense.

 

Precisely, it was a sword technique for creating a surrounding domain.

 

That domain meant an area that could respond to everything without distinction between offense and defense.

 

A domain where no blind spots existed.

 

A domain that wielded sword and scabbard in both hands, executing the unity of offense and defense.

 

Cheongun’s inner energy, similar to yet subtly different from the wave shown earlier, dominated the surroundings.

 

Cheonyugjong and Hwanghwondoma couldn’t have failed to sense this, but there was no longer any room to retreat.

 

They had also grasped the subtle difference.

 

The width of the domain varies according to Cheongun’s desires.

 

When facing those who had deployed the Cheonhwabangchin formation, he could make it somewhat wider, and when facing just two opponents like now…

 

He could adjust the range of that domain to its absolute limit.

 

It was natural logic.

 

The wider it became, the weaker it would be, and if concentrated in a narrow area, it would become that much stronger.

 

Since Cheongun had already reached an untouchable realm in the operation of inner energy itself, adjusting such ranges as desired was an easy task.

 

A domain only as wide as the distance between opponent and himself?

 

No.

 

Even that wasn’t efficient for Cheongun.

 

To be more efficient, creating a domain only where sword meets sword.

 

Or where inner energy clashes with inner energy – that was the most efficient approach.

 

Creak.

 

The sound of something being forcibly seized could be heard.

 

Two intruders who had invaded the domain Cheongun created.

 

The bodies of Cheonyugjong and Hwanghwondoma were gradually suppressed by Cheongun’s inner energy.

 

Like moving one’s body underwater, an unnatural and heavy sensation began to slowly dominate their entire bodies.

 

Was he making them see hallucinations?

 

Though the two thought so, this wasn’t anything like a hallucination.

 

“Gah!!!”

 

With Hwanghwondoma’s roar as he concentrated his mind to the point where blood vessels in his forehead seemed ready to burst, the restraining sensation that had bound their bodies momentarily disappeared.

 

“Your sorcery ends here!!”

 

It reaches.

 

Already sword and sword had met each other.

 

The important thing was whether they could pierce through Cheongun’s sword and scabbard.

 

Little by little, but they were certainly pushing back.

 

The restraining sensation that had bound their bodies was gone, so now the remaining things…

 

“…Disappointing.”

 

Cheongun’s voice, terribly calm.

 

Hwanghwondoma with blood vessels bursting in his forehead and already beginning to cough up blood, and Cheonyugjong who wasn’t quite at that level but had begun to twist slightly from executing techniques beyond his station.

 

Both men’s gazes turned to Cheongun’s eyes.

 

Indeed, was this empty talk to try to break through the situation by moving his mouth in the face of crisis?

 

Or was it sincere?

 

Though they didn’t know Cheongun well, they knew at least that emotions didn’t show in his eyes.

 

But now, that emotion was showing far too blatantly in his gaze.

 

That was unmistakable disappointment.

 

His brother Cheonjeokha.

 

His father Cheonma.

 

And even his half-sister Cheongsoso.

 

It was even the same gaze that the other Seven Great Demonic Cultivators had sent him at least once.

 

“Don’t… don’t look at me with those eyes.”

 

Did he think he would get angry?

 

Did he think he would lose his reason?

 

No, even if he heard he was the most pathetic of Cheonma’s bloodline, that blood didn’t go anywhere.

 

Rather, his coldly cooled head made him judge the situation accurately.

 

But what would change even if he did?

 

“…Ha.”

 

Now he could see it.

 

What was hidden beneath those emotionless eyes.

 

The disappointed gaze had been sincere.

 

Just what was so disappointing.

 

Crack.

 

If the Palyu Sword Style had caused all flows to be reversed, resulting in attacking the surrounding personnel instead, the result from the Jegang Sword Style was completely opposite.

 

In Cheongun’s extremely restricted space, the inner energy couldn’t properly accomplish what it should have and lost its way.

 

Wasn’t it ridiculous?

 

Understanding even why Cheongun was disappointed, Cheonyugjong unconsciously let out a bitter laugh.

 

When he couldn’t even properly control the power at the tip of his own sword due to his opponent.

 

What could possibly be called an ultimate technique?

 

Had it only been called an ultimate technique because its power was strong?

 

To gain even a slight enlightenment in such a desperate moment.

 

How ridiculous.

 

Thud.

 

The sound of something falling to the ground was heard.

 

It was Cheongun’s sword and scabbard.

 

“…?”

 

They showed momentary puzzlement, but both Hwanghwondoma and Cheonyugjong quickly grasped the reason.

 

“Ah…”

 

The thudding sound wasn’t just from Cheongun’s sword and scabbard falling.

 

Thud, drip.

 

Something red that began falling from somewhere.

 

As they recognized it was blood drops, only then did they feel the pain.

 

Arms torn off completely.

 

Both men’s right arms had been torn off as if they had vanished.

 

What was surprising was that the swords and blade they had been gripping together had all disappeared as well.

 

Without knowing where they had gone.

 

“Huh.”

 

“Haha…”

 

Pointless laughter burst out.

 

“Pokdanma would have been twice as good.”

 

Having shaken off the impure things that had touched his sword and scabbard all at once, Cheongun soon sheathed his sword.

 

Originally there had been more remaining, but since their arms were torn off before they could even begin, there was no need to show more.

 

“They say the most painful thing is ambiguous talent.”

 

A pitying gaze filled with sincerity reached Cheonyugjong, who had fallen to his knees.

 

Cheonyugjong, who no longer had the leisure to react to that gaze, let out another hollow laugh.

 

“Are you truly… a disciple of Geomma?”

 

“I haven’t learned anything yet, but I became a disciple temporarily.”

 

“Temporary. Temporary.”

 

To think that disciple position under Geomma was temporary.

 

Cheonyugjong still didn’t deny the fact that he was a genius.

 

But Cheonoechen.

 

He never expected to see the heaven beyond heaven in someone other than blood relatives.

 

“Cheongsoso said this. Kill everyone who pursues me.”

 

“So that’s… how it was.”

 

“In your next life…”

 

Cheongun, who had paused his words, continued the rest only after both men’s gazes reached him.

 

“I hope you’re born without talent instead.”

 

Slash.

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