Chuhon Nabaek.
A gloomy energy slowly flowed from him as he approached Cho Myung.
Dressed in a dark navy blue outfit that was close to black, he looked like a grim reaper approaching to separate the soul of the deceased.
If one was not strong-hearted or had little experience in the martial world, they would likely be swept away by that atmosphere and cower without even realizing it.
However, Cho Myung showed no such signs.
He clenched his two fists, took the basic stance of the Hundred Strikes Art, and then shot out.
Swoosh!
As Cho Myung's fist stretched out, Chuhon Nabaek stretched out his hand to et it.
Just before clashing with Cho Myung's fist, Chuhon Nabaek's hand slightly changed direction and lightly struck the back of Cho Myung's hand.
"......!"
Cho Myung montarily felt his fingers twist.
But the Immortal Demonic Aura was reflexively exerted, and he quickly beca fine.
Cho Myung withdrew his outstretched fist and stretched out the other fist.
Thwack!
Chuhon Nabaek, who lightly struck his wrist this ti.
Cho Myung felt his wrist twist on its own, but that was all.
Cho Myung stopped his attack and looked at Chuhon Nabaek.
It was a technique that was similar to Gwak No's, whom he had t at Yifeng Hall, but different.
If Gwak No's thod was to gather the atmosphere to create a defensive barrier or to give a shock to the opponent's vital points, Chuhon Nabaek exerted the technique of the Rotating Energy, which rotated the internal energy of the lower dantian, to twist the opponent's muscles and even dislocate the joints.
So the appearance of facing the opponent by lightly tapping was similar, but the result was completely different.
The one who fought with Gwak No would be hit at a vital point and fall, but the one who was hit by Chuhon Nabaek would have his joints dislocated or his limbs twisted, and even his neck would often be turned.
Of course, since Cho Myung had the Immortal Demonic Aura, that would not happen.
'I need to increase my speed!'
It was when Cho Myung had made up his mind like that.
"You have a peculiar body."
Chuhon Nabaek said in a low voice.
And then he turned around and went back to his place.
When he stopped the fight without seeing the end, everyone made a puzzled face.
From Chuhon Nabaek's point of view, there was nothing to be gained by fighting anymore.
Although he did not know how, Cho Myung's body was the opposite of his martial art.
Of course, if he used all his strength, he would not be able to hold out. At the very least, if he attacked his face, his eyeballs would burst or his eardrums would break.
But it was not a situation where he had to use all his strength. Because there was nothing to be gained.
Since he had let him know that his body was peculiar, he had done his minimum part.
Chuhon Nabaek returned to his place and put his hands behind his back.
And he kept his mouth shut.
"A peculiar body... well, he must have sothing to rely on to be so confident."
Heo Munjeong nodded his head and turned his head to look at Churyongpil Do Shinhaeng.
Do Shinhaeng was just staring at Cho Myung without a word.
If he was thinking of stepping forward, now was the ti.
But even after waiting for a while, he did not budge.
'Hmph! Is it because he doesn't want to face a young brat?'
Heo Munjeong snorted.
He himself had been like that in the past.
He had always yielded and acknowledged his opponent. But in the end, he had gained nothing.
Yielding, yielding, and yielding again.
Acknowledging the opponent, acknowledging, and acknowledging again.
People said that Heo Munjeong had lost, and if he yielded, they thought he had really lost.
If he acknowledged that his opponent was excellent and praised him, they thought that his opponent was more outstanding than Heo Munjeong.
When that was repeated, only a few who knew his true martial prowess acknowledged him as one of the ten great masters of Anhui Province. The rest of the majority treated him as a diocre martial artist with nothing special.
"Yes, life is ultimately a series of struggles. If you want sothing, you have to fight for it."
Heo Munjeong, who had muttered as if to himself, slowly stepped forward.
With his hands, he took out the three short rods hanging from his waist and connected them one by one.
Click!
After connecting the last short rod, when he touched the end, a sharp spearhead shot out from the end of the short rod. When he planted the long spear that was made like that on the ground, a thud! sound was heard.
"My fight has no eyes, no ears, and no surrender. There is only one thing, the result. If you beg for forgiveness and ask for rcy, I can stop here. Will you do that?"
He asked, knowing that Cho Myung would not do so.
It was to prepare the grounds for the reason why he, who had not been provoked by the Baihua rchant Guild, had been ruthless against a young brat.
Cho Myung did not answer.
A fight is done with fists, not with the mouth.
He clenched his two fists and took a stance towards Heo Munjeong.
Heo Munjeong, who grinned, also raised his long spear and aid it at Cho Myung.
"Co!"
The mont Heo Munjeong roared, Cho Myung kicked the ground.
"......!"
It was a speed that exceeded expectations.
Cho Myung, who had been at a disadvantage in the fight with Chuhon Nabaek, had increased his speed even more.
Heo Munjeong hurriedly stretched out his long spear.
At this ti, Cho Myung once again showed an amazing skill. He had avoided Heo Munjeong's long spear with the sa running speed.
'This brat!'
The mont Cho Myung, who had rushed up to his eyes, stretched out his fist, Heo Munjeong withdrew his outstretched long spear and at the sa ti held out the spear shaft.
He had blocked Cho Myung's fist with the spear shaft.
Thwack!
A heavy echo burst out, and Heo Munjeong's body was pushed back, digging into the dry ground.
Everyone was so surprised at the unimaginable power of the fist that they opened their mouths wide.
Only Fan Zhong beca triumphant.
"Good! That's how you do it!"
Swoosh!
The mont Fan Zhong was greatly encouraged, Heo Munjeong's long spear, which had spun, cut through the air and flew towards Cho Myung's side.
He could fly his body and avoid it. But if he did that, it would not be easy to prepare for the next attack. For safety, he could just step back. He hated that even more. To beco stronger, he had to fight more fiercely.
Cho Myung, who was rushing in quickly, pressed his right arm to his side and blocked it.
Thwack!
With a dull impact sound, Cho Myung was pushed to the side.
At that sight, Fan Zhong frowned, and the faces of the martial artists of the Baihua rchant Guild brightened.
Cho Myung lifted his right arm, which had been throbbing for a short mont, and then stretched it out.
It was fine.
And for good reason, if it were to be shattered by sothing like this, he would have died a hundred tis over when he was training in the Ten Thousand Peaks Forest.
Cho Myung took the stance of the Hundred Strikes Art again towards Heo Munjeong.
"You have a really great body! Good! I'll give it my all!"
Heo Munjeong raised his montum.
A murderous aura that was as chilling as killing intent was emitted explosively, and even the atmosphere trembled.
"Co! Let's see the end!"
The mont Heo Munjeong roared, Cho Myung kicked the ground again.
At that mont, Heo Munjeong, who had experienced Cho Myung's speed, stabbed his long spear like crazy.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!
It was as if a dozen long spears were stabbing at the sa ti.
The Raging Tiger's Explosive Flowing Spear!
The secret technique of that explosive spear art was unfolded.
It was very dangerous because even a sharp blue spear qi was waving.
But Cho Myung had no intention of blocking or avoiding the spearheads that were aiming for his vital points one by one.
He just rushed straight in like a thunderbolt.
Thwack!
A roar burst out.
Heo Munjeong was sent flying.
He flew about twenty feet and was thrown into the high wall of the Baihua rchant Guild.
Cho Myung's tightly crouched body had pushed through the explosive spear strike of the Raging Tiger's Explosive Flowing Spear with his whole body and had ramd Heo Munjeong's body with his shoulder.
The Iron Mountain Ram!
A technique that Old Man Ban had devised and sublimated into a secret technique by devising an absurd training thod for Cho Myung.
Cho Myung had trained tenaciously, demolishing four stone peaks in the Ten Thousand Peaks Forest, and as a result, it had been reborn as a secret technique of the Hundred Strikes Art.
The result was a truly terrifying destructive power.
When Heo Munjeong was shattered like that, Churyongpil Do Shinhaeng and Chuhon Nabaek could not easily step forward, with only their eyes widened in surprise.
At this ti, Bai Shangjing stepped forward.
"Since the match is over, I will consider this tangled knot to be settled."
Bai Shangjing's urgent gaze was on Fan Zhong.
He could not help it.
If even Do Shinhaeng and Chuhon Nabaek were shattered, not only would the strength of the Baihua rchant Guild be damaged, but the pride that had fallen to the ground would beco even more tragic.
So it had to stop here.
Fan Zhong was also surprised at Cho Myung's unexpectedly strong martial prowess. When he ca to his senses late at Bai Shangjing's words, he said to Cho Myung.
"If you're not thinking of becoming an enemy, let's stop at this and go for a drink."
Cho Myung was thinking of fighting more if they wanted.
But at the words 'if you're not thinking of becoming an enemy', he relaxed his stance.
"What are you all doing! Hurry and bring Elder Heo inside!"
Bai Shangjing shouted at the martial artists of the Baihua rchant Guild.
The martial artists of the Baihua rchant Guild recovered the limp Heo Munjeong and ran inside, and Bai Shangjing said to Do Shinhaeng and Chuhon Nabaek.
"The situation with the Green Forest is unknown. Please go inside."
Do Shinhaeng nodded his head and turned around.
Chuhon Nabaek stared at Cho Myung for a long ti and then turned around. And he even looked back once as he was going.
Cho Myung did not know why he was doing that and tilted his head.
At this ti, Fan Zhong approached and put his arm on Cho Myung's shoulder.
"You seem to have gotten stronger."
"I think so."
"The one you unfolded at the end was really terrifying."
"Yes. I also didn't know it would be that great. My master told to be sure to learn it, saying it would be a great help, and it's really amazing."
Fan Zhong nodded his head and expressed his agreent with Cho Myung's words.
"Elder Fighting Demon was a really great person."
"Yes."
As Fan Zhong was looking at the answering Cho Myung with a face that was still not over its surprise, there was sothing that caught his eye.
"Huh? By the way, your clothes have changed?"
"They got tattered while I was training the Iron Mountain Ram."
"The Iron Mountain Ram? Was that the technique from earlier?"
"Yes."
"Well, with such a ruthless technique, how could your clothes hold up! You should have taken them off."
"My head was complicated when I started training. So I didn't think of it. By the ti I realized it, it was already too late."
"Although you must be upset, don't dwell on it too much. Your master would rather be proud of you."
Cho Myung nodded his head.
Fan Zhong felt that Cho Myung had grown even more ntally than when he had t him before.
"If you understand, let's go for a drink quickly. Ah! Wait a minute."
Fan Zhong ran to the front of the main gate of the Baihua rchant Guild.
And then he lifted the broken sign, retrieved the silver coin, and returned.
"You buy the drinks."
"Yes. I will. But I will decide where we drink."
Cho Myung answered readily.
Except for the fact that he was a bandit leader, Fan Zhong seed like a really good person.
Cho Myung bought four bottles of alcohol and a plate of chicken at a tavern.
And he took Fan Zhong to Yifeng Hall.
"So this was Yifeng Hall. I heard you were here. Was it hard?"
"No. It wasn't hard at all. So I'm very sorry."
Cho Myung's face, who was looking at the main gate of Yifeng Hall, was really filled with apology.
His heart should have ached because the people he had fought with had died.
But he was just angry.
It was not that his heart was torn as if it were sad, but that he was angry as if he had been wronged.
So he had been feeling sorry ever since that day.
"Have you killed a person?"
"Yes."
When he had rushed to the Evil Family Fortress, he had exerted his fist as if he were in a frenzy, enraged by the death of the three, Yi Zhongshan, Guan Pyo, and Yu Yeosang. At that ti, the assassins in front of him had exploded and died. Not only that, but he had also beaten the Great Saber of Chaos, Ga Mogong, to death.
Cho Myung held up his fist and looked at it.
Although he had been trying to ignore it, he clearly rembered the mont a strong power like a lightning bolt had been emitted from his fist and the sight of the assassins exploding and dying.
"When you kill once or twice, it's so disgusting that you shudder. You even feel like you've beco so kind of monster. But when you kill five people, ten people, and keep killing, you get used to it and later you don't feel anything."
"......!"
Cho Myung looked back at Fan Zhong.
Because, as Fan Zhong had said, he had been feeling like he had beco so kind of monster since that day.
Fan Zhong grinned.
"Everyone is like that. Unless you're born a natural-born killer, everyone is like that. If you keep eating sword rice in the world of martial artists, you'll fight often, and then you'll either die or kill. It's the sa with the death of your comrades. At first, it feels like your heart is being torn. But if that continues, you get used to it. It's crazy. Anyway, since you said you wanted to co here, you must want to pour so alcohol. Do that. Pour so alcohol and just rember it in your head. That's enough for the deceased."
"Yes."
Cho Myung nodded his head and opened the main gate of Yifeng Hall.
Green weeds were everywhere.
It was a sight that had not been touched by human hands for a long ti.
Cho Myung stopped at the place where the bodies of the martial artists of Yifeng Hall had been cremated.
When he recalled the mory of that day, it felt as if he could feel the heat of the burning corpses.
Yu Bicheon, who was the most righteous person Cho Myung had t.
Yi Zhongshan, Guan Pyo, and Yu Yeosang, who had shown what the fighting spirit of a martial artist was with their heroic deaths.
The ronin who had shown that loyalty was to be together until the end.
Although it was a short period, he had seen and experienced a fragnt of the martial world directly.
People he could never et again, people he might et again.
Even while he was cooped up in the Ten Thousand Peaks Forest and only training, ti did not stop and flowed.
Just because he stopped did not an that the world would also stop.
He had only realized that fact when his training was coming to an end.
Cho Myung poured out a whole bottle of alcohol.
He put his hands together and prayed for their souls. And he brought another bottle of alcohol to his mouth and drank it gulp by gulp.
Cho Myung, who had drunk it all in one go without leaving a single drop, looked back at Fan Zhong.
"I've decided not to be kind anymore. If I think it's really not right, I'll use my fists first."
(End of Chapter)
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