Ohodanmun-do!
It was the representative ultimate technique of the Hebei Peng Family.
Peng Wuji had also learned Ohodanmun-do.
Ohodanmun-do was the pride of the Peng Family and the pride of Peng Wuji.
So even when he ca to Tianlian, he did not even look at other martial arts. He was confident that Ohodanmun-do alone was enough.
Tianlian, acknowledging Peng Wuji's pride, had only taught him a single-strike saber technique, and Peng Wuji was very satisfied.
When the sturdy Peng Wuji raised his large broadsword, a tyrannical aura was emitted.
The calm wind was so swept away by Peng Wuji's montum that it was in turmoil.
In contrast, Gwak No looked as peaceful as a person who had no intention of fighting.
He was even smiling faintly with his two arms lowered.
That sight further fanned Peng Wuji's anger.
"How dare you!"
Peng Wuji moved first.
He moved his two legs, which were like iron pillars, quickly, crossed the space, and swung his sharp blue saber wide.
Swoosh!
The saber that sharply cut through the air was about to split Gwak No's upper body in two.
A precarious situation for anyone to see.
But Gwak No slowly raised his left hand.
He placed his hand with his ten fingers spread out right in front of Peng Wuji's saber blade.
Clang!
A sharp impact sound burst out, and surprisingly, Peng Wuji's saber was deflected towards the ground.
Peng Wuji, who spun his body in an instant.
Swoosh!
The saber that was deflected towards the ground was imdiately retrieved and then shot out like lightning.
Gwak No, who was facing it, moved his right hand this ti.
He blocked the trajectory of the saber in advance with his ten fingers straightened.
Clang!
Surprisingly, Peng Wuji's saber was deflected before it could even hit Gwak No's palm.
It was as if it had been blocked by an invisible barrier.
"As expected, you have a great technique!"
"Compared to the saber technique of the Peng Family, it is just a trivial trick."
"Hmph!"
Peng Wuji took a step back.
And he raised the internal energy of his lower dantian as much as he could.
Since he had confird that the opponent was not easy, he was thinking of unfolding a proper Ohodanmun-do.
Honwon Danmun-do.
That was its original na.
A master who was once famous in the martial world had faced the Honwon Danmun-do of the Peng Family and said.
- It was as if five tigers were rushing at the sa ti, the montum was so great.
After that, people began to call it Ohodanmun-do, and the Peng Family also accepted that na because it praised the saber technique of the Peng Family.
"Here I co!"
Peng Wuji rushed again.
A fierce saber wind blew.
The saber techniques from Honwon Gaebyeok to Honwon Myeolseong and Honwon Ilhwi rushed fiercely.
Clang! Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!
Gwak No's defense, who was blocking by crossing his two hands, was like an iron wall.
If Peng Wuji was a gale, Gwak No was a deep-rooted willow.
He pushed away the rcilessly blowing gale with his swaying branches and maintained his center perfectly.
No matter how fierce Peng Wuji's saber techniques were, it seed that Gwak No's center could never be touched.
But when the techniques of the latter half of Ohodanmun-do were unfolded, the situation changed.
When the saber techniques of Honwon Ilgeuk and Honwon Cheonhwa rushed in explosively, Gwak No's breath beca rough at once.
And the final Honwon Jonggeuk.
The final secret technique of Ohodanmun-do, which exerted a ferocious and great power, was unfolded.
Gwak No, who had sensed that it was the end, withdrew his two hands, drew a circle with each, and then gathered them and held them out towards Peng Wuji's ferocious saber technique.
Thwack!
Gwak No was sent flying.
At that mont, before Yu Bicheon could fly his body, Cho Myung moved first and caught Gwak No.
Gwak No's two palms were greatly split, and he was showing blood from the corner of his mouth.
It seed that the saber technique that had pushed through his two hands had hit his chest.
He must have suffered a not-so-light internal injury.
It was a complete defeat.
At that, the faces of the martial artists of Yifeng Hall and the ronin of the Gale Squad darkened.
On the other hand, the martial artists of the Divine Martial Stage, the Zhao Family, and the Qingfeng Sect beca triumphant.
Cho Myung quickly moved his hands and perford first aid, using the dical skills he had learned from Hua Sochen and Hua Yunhui.
He tore Gwak No's clothes, wrapped the wounds on his two hands, and tied them tightly, and then pressed the acupoints on his chest to prevent further bleeding.
"I'll dig up so herbs and apply them to your palms. You'll have to rest for about a month for the internal injuries. You should also take so decoctions."
Cho Myung said, worried that there might be an injury he did not know about.
But Gwak No grinned.
"How was it, for a ronin, I held on pretty well, didn't I?"
Rough breath, pale face.
Nevertheless, it seed that he himself was proud of having fought so well against the Ohodanmun-do of the Hebei Peng Family.
Cho Myung looked down at such a Gwak No and then lifted his head and looked at Peng Wuji.
Peng Wuji was sheathing his saber with a very strained look.
It was a look of savoring victory.
Cho Myung did not like it.
"My sister-in-law said so. It's bad to act up in front of my sister and brothers just because you're a little strong in martial arts. I think the sa. So I held back because old man Gwak stepped forward, but now I can punish those people, right?"
"Except for the old man."
"Yes."
"I agree, but it would be better to ask the master."
"I see."
Cho Myung, who had answered, gestured to Ilpyeong.
When Ilpyeong ran up in one go, he handed Gwak No over.
"Please let him be in a comfortable position."
"Okay."
When Ilpyeong answered, Cho Myung moved towards Yu Bicheon.
Seeing that, Ilpyeong asked Gwak No.
"Is Myung going to step forward?"
"It seems he wants to."
"Then we should watch, right?"
"Of course."
Ilpyeong, with an excited face, ran with Gwak No in his arms, sat him down against a garden tree, and then sat next to him.
At that sight, the martial artists of Yifeng Hall and the ronin of the Gale Squad watched Cho Myung with bright faces.
"Master Yu, I believe we have realized the situation of Yifeng Hall by now."
Mu Yanchou said with emphasis.
Since the person that Yifeng Hall trusted had knelt before Peng Wuji, it ant that they should now co under him and the Divine Martial Stage.
But Yu Bicheon did not even listen and just watched Cho Myung, who was approaching him.
"Master Yu!"
Mu Yanchou raised his voice.
Nevertheless, he did not even give a glance.
At that, the mont Mu Yanchou frowned, wondering what to do.
Cho Myung stopped in front of Yu Bicheon.
"I don't really know. I don't know what to do so that I'm not interfering and it's not an presumptuous act. But, seeing old man Gwak... get hit, I'm angry."
"Now is the ti to be grateful if you step forward."
"Yes. Thank you."
Cho Myung, who bowed his head to Yu Bicheon.
Cho Myung turned to Peng Wuji.
At this ti, Peng Wuji had sheathed his saber and was staring at Gwak No.
It ant that if he had been defeated, he should say or do sothing.
"Master Yu! What are you doing? Now you're putting a child forward...!"
Mu Yanchou was angry and then widened his eyes.
Because Cho Myung was taking off his upper garnt.
Although he had a grown-up build, Cho Myung was not so sturdy as to look strong.
But when he took off his upper garnt and his upper body was revealed, it was completely different. Anyone could see that it was the body of a martial artist who had undergone arduous training for a long ti. No, it was more than that.
No matter how much bone-crushing training one did, it seed that such a body could not be made.
Not only Yifeng Hall and the Gale Squad, but also those who were hostile to them could not hide their surprise at Cho Myung's upper body.
Only Peng Wuji, who was giving Gwak No a silent threat, did not see it.
Gwak No grinned and slowly raised his hand and pointed at Cho Myung.
"Young hero Peng, you have chosen the wrong opponent."
Only then did Peng Wuji, who had felt that sothing was strange, turn his head.
"......!"
A boy who looked younger than him had taken off his upper garnt, folded it neatly, and placed it on the dry ground, and then turned to him.
Anyone could see that he was clearly going to fight.
Nevertheless, he could not get angry.
"You..."
The mont Peng Wuji opened his mouth, Cho Myung slowly approached and said.
"A big brother from the Divine Martial Stage that I know said so."
"The Divine Martial Stage?"
"Yes. That big brother said that the weak should not act up carelessly."
"......!"
It was a statent that could be taken differently depending on who heard it.
Peng Wuji did not get angry.
Because he could not even imagine that it was a statent made to mock him.
"Gwak No got hit by you, and the big brother who said that also got hit for acting up carelessly, so it seems to be true."
"That big brother got hit?"
"Yes."
"Are you saying a mber of the Divine Martial Stage got hit?"
"Yes."
"Who was he hit by?"
Peng Wuji's face flushed with anger as he asked.
If it was true that a mber of the Divine Martial Stage had been hit, it was a matter that could never be overlooked or ignored.
He had to find the person who had attacked the mber of the Divine Martial Stage and make him pay the price.
Peng Wuji's face was murderous as he waited for Cho Myung's answer.
The other mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, also showed a strong reaction.
A mber of the Divine Martial Stage was hit?
This was a matter of pride for all of them.
If that person was here, they were in a mood not to leave him alone.
In the midst of that, Cho Myung looked straight at Peng Wuji's angry face and answered.
"By ."
"......!"
At first, Peng Wuji thought he had misheard.
So he just stared as if to say 'say it again'.
"He said that the weak should not act up carelessly, but he acted up carelessly to . So I hit him just as that big brother had said."
"You brat! What are you talking about now!"
"You too, big brother. I don't know why you hit Gwak No, but you acted up like that big brother. So I'm thinking of hitting you like that big brother."
They say that when you are too dumbfounded, you can't even speak.
That was how Peng Wuji was now.
He was so dumbfounded that he could not even get angry, and his mouth was shut.
"You insolent brat! Co here, I'll break that mouth of yours!"
Instead of Peng Wuji, one of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage shouted.
The other mbers also rolled up their sleeves and were about to not leave Cho Myung alone.
But it was at this ti that Cho Myung clenched his fist and then shot out like lightning.
Thwack!
The startled Peng Wuji raised his scabbard and blocked Cho Myung's fist.
Although he barely blocked it, he could not resolve the power contained in the fist and was sent flying back.
"......!"
Peng Wuji could not hide his surprise as he looked at the two lines drawn on the ground in front of him. It was the mark created by his two feet slipping.
The mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, who were about to not leave Cho Myung alone, also made a very surprised face and froze on the spot.
Not only that, but Mu Yanchou also widened his eyes and was surprised.
'That, that brat! It was that brat!'
Now he realized.
Who the master that Yifeng Hall trusted was.
The person who had not only wiped out the Seven Kill Chamber and the Wolf Union, but had also blocked the assassins of the Heaven of Killing Emperors. Not only that, but the master who had even killed the leader of the Hundred Kill Group and Zuo Zimu, who was one of the five great guardians.
"Hmm."
Mu Yanchou let out a groan-like exclamation without realizing it.
"You!"
Peng Wuji widened his eyes and drew his sword.
"Was it you?"
"What?"
"Was it you?"
"......?"
Cho Myung frowned.
He did not know what he was asking about. He did not want to hear any more. Because he was angry about Gwak No being hit.
Cho Myung shot out again.
Swoosh!
Peng Wuji's saber sharply cut through the empty air.
Even while shooting out, Cho Myung twisted only his upper body and avoided it. And then he delivered a strong blow to Peng Wuji's chest, which was wide open.
Just as Gwak No had been hit.
Thwack!
Peng Wuji, who had widened his eyes, was sent flying back.
But before he could even roll on the ground.
Cho Myung, who had caught up in an instant, swung his fist again. Towards the face of the flying Peng Wuji. From top to bottom. Strongly.
Thwack!
Peng Wuji was slamd into the ground like lightning. And then he went limp.
Mu Yanchou, the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, and the martial artists of the Zhao Family and the Qingfeng Sect were so surprised that they could not even breathe loudly, with their mouths wide open.
The fight was over.
Although his anger had not subsided, since he had returned more than what Gwak No had received, he was thinking of being satisfied with this.
"Hey, you."
Cho Myung, who had turned his head, glared at one of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage.
It was the person who had called Cho Myung an insolent brat and had said he would break his mouth.
"What does 'insolent' an?"
"......!"
He could not answer Cho Myung's question.
Because he thought he would suffer the sa fate as Peng Wuji if he said the wrong thing.
Unlike him, who was crushed by Cho Myung's montum, so of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage were furious that Peng Wuji had been knocked out.
Since they were united by a sense of camaraderie, they could not bear it as if they had been hit themselves.
The mont they were about to step forward, they stopped.
Because Peng Wuji was getting up.
Peng Wuji, who had his broadsword lowered.
A volcano-like prayer was emitted from his whole body.
"He was clearly knocked out..."
Cho Myung muttered and turned around.
Fan Zhong of Dongjia Fortress was like that, and Peng Wuji was also like that.
It seems that a martial artist who has reached a certain level does not get knocked out easily, or even if he is knocked out, he wakes up quickly.
Swoosh!
Peng Wuji slowly raised his broadsword.
A reddish fla-like energy licked fiercely over the blade.
The Saber of Shedding Blood!
The single-strike saber technique he had learned in Tianlian.
A saber technique that was so aggressive and explosive that one of the two, the enemy and himself, had to be destroyed.
The mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, who saw that Peng Wuji was about to unfold the Saber of Shedding Blood, waited with anticipation.
Hoping that he, their leader Peng Wuji, would cut down that insolent brat in one go with the single-strike saber technique, the Saber of Shedding Blood.
In contrast, the martial artists of Yifeng Hall and the ronin of the Gale Squad eagerly hoped that Cho Myung would once again send Peng Wuji flying with one punch.
(End of Chapter)
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