Record of the Dragon Chapter 66

"Damn it!"

Moyong Gi's face contorted.

It was a trap. He had fallen for it beautifully.

'Where's Johwasim?'

He stood on his tiptoes, but there was no way he could see Johwasim through the layers of human walls.

'He must have been caught, right?'

He had to be. It was better to die together. If not, he wouldn't be able to save face.

He was bothered by the fact that he had acted all high and mighty, saying he would handle it quietly.

'Aish, I don't know. I'll just have to put on a thick face, what's the big deal. By the way, what do I do now?'

He thought, 'Surely I won't die.' If it wasn't for the Yin and Yang couple, he would have no trouble getting himself out.

However, contrary to his expectations, the group of the Dark Shadow Brigade split, and the Yin and Yang couple walked out in front of Moyong Gi.

Moyong Gi's face contorted.

'Are you a tiger? You just pop out when I ntion you?'

However, the Yin and Yang couple, who could not read Moyong Gi's thoughts, were busy chuckling in front of Moyong Gi.

"I wondered who it was, but it's the brat from the Moyong family. This is good luck."

"That's right. We won't have to go through any unnecessary trouble."

But as he listened, the story was strange. Moyong Gi's face beca strange.

'How do those guys know ?'

If it was before his return, it would be one thing, but now it was normal for them not to know. Moyong Gi's eyes widened.

Yangro, who had misunderstood that he was flustered at the sight, raised his hand and shouted like a thunderbolt.

"Kill him!"

At the sa ti, the group of the Dark Shadow Brigade drew their swords without a sound.

The tips of dozens of swords glittered in the faint moonlight, dazzling Moyong Gi's eyes.

However, Moyong Gi did not even budge. Rather, he sank his eyes even deeper. And then, he took a big step forward and swung his sword.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

He deflected five swords at once.

However, he did not rashly push his body in. It was because even if the individuals were not masters, the numbers were still threatening.

So Moyong Gi did a backflip. The sword that was just then thrusting in was caught on the tip of his foot.

"Huh?"

The mber of the Dark Shadow Brigade who had thrust his sword looked at Moyong Gi, who was standing on his sword, with a flustered face.

Moyong Gi, who had moved two steps back while stepping on the flat of the sword, lightly jumped up and stepped on the head of the mber of the Dark Shadow Brigade who was extending his sword.

"Ugh!"

And then, he poked the head of the mber of the Dark Shadow Brigade with the tip of his foot.

Crack!

The mber of the Dark Shadow Brigade, whose neck was broken, collapsed without even being able to scream. Moyong Gi, who had used that force, jumped up into the air and then turned his body, changing direction.

'I'm not fighting, I'm not fighting.'

There was no reason to fight in an unfavorable situation. He could find another opportunity. If it really didn't work, he had to at least change the location. It was because an open space was not a suitable place to face a large number of enemies.

However, Moyong Gi had to put that thought on hold for now. It was because a finger wind imbued with a gloomy energy had flown in sharply, aiming for Moyong Gi's vital points.

Whoosh!

It was Eumro's Yin Moon Finger.

It wasn't that he couldn't push it away, but he was in the air now. Even a small force would break his posture. A martial artist whose posture was broken would eventually beco prey.

"Damn it!"

Moyong Gi urgently used the technique of the Thousand-Pound Weight.

Moyong Gi's figure, which had jumped up to a height of two zhang, dropped.

"Die!"

"Hah!"

The tips of twenty swords were aid at the air. Moyong Gi, with a face contorted, in an instant switched the position of his feet and head and then extended his sword.

Moyong Gi's sword began to tremble greatly. Although the form was different, the technique was the sa as Woonhyun's Taixu Sword Art.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

The tips of the five swords that were directly aiming for Moyong Gi and trying to raise their heads were imdiately lowered. Moyong Gi, who had pierced through the gap, swung his sword as soon as he stepped on the ground.

Slash! Slash!

"Gasp!"

"Gasp!"

The two mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade who were rushing at Moyong Gi clutched their necks and retreated. As blood flowed down between their fingers, their vitality rapidly drained away. As they knelt down without realizing it, at that mont, Moyong Gi shook his figure from side to side.

Thwack!

A hot palm force struck the afterimage that Moyong Gi had left. It was Yangro's One Yang Palm.

"You brat!"

Yangro rushed in fiercely and spread his palm force.

However, Moyong Gi had no intention of facing Yangro.

He retreated with light steps and caught the swords of the three mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade who were aiming for him at once.

Clang!

He pushed the three swords that were stuck like a magnet towards Yangro.

"Damn it!"

Yangro had a look of failure.

However, it was already a step he had taken. It was too late to retrieve it. Yangro's palm force pushed away the swords of the mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade and pierced through the gap, striking one of the mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade.

Thwack!

"Gasp!"

One of the mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade, whose chest was caved in, died on the spot.

Yangro glared at Moyong Gi with terrifying eyes.

"You brat! Are you still a martial artist after doing that! Can't you fight properly!"

Moyong Gi looked at Yangro with a look of disbelief. And then, he looked around at the mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade who were surrounding him, and then finally t Yangro's eyes and let out a faint laugh.

"A martial artist?"

Yangro's face, who had understood the aning of Moyong Gi's gesture, turned red.

"You're not a martial artist yourself, what are you talking about a martial artist? You should be ashad."

"You brat! Are you saying you're a martial artist? You're a guy who just hides behind others!"

"Did I hide behind my side? I hid behind your side. And who said I'm a martial artist? Only an old man like you would do that. Ah, no. If that were the case, the old man wouldn't have attacked in a group in the first place."

Moyong Gi replied with a face that said, 'What's the problem?'. However, he still did not stop swinging his sword. And as if he still had sothing to say, he opened his mouth once more.

"Since we're on the subject, if it was a duel between a martial artist and a martial artist, the old man would have been dead already. You don't even know your place, where are you spouting off?"

"You young bastard! Do you want to die!"

"If I say no, will you let

live? Why are you saying sothing that's a waste of breath, you old bastard?"

Moyong Gi scratched his insides.

Yangro got excited and drew up a lot of internal energy. However, Moyong Gi pulled another mber of the Dark Shadow Brigade and pushed him in front of Yangro.

"Huh?"

Thwack!

"Aack!"

It was already five.

Yangro, who saw the mber of the Dark Shadow Brigade flying away, spraying blood, spread an even thicker killing intent. However, the more he did that, the more he was just helping Moyong Gi.

'They say it's killing two birds with one stone, right?'

It was a matter of reducing the numbers and saving strength. In particular, the latter was large. It was because dealing with the Yin and Yang couple was a matter that required a considerable amount of strength.

There was no reason to use more strength than necessary when facing over a hundred enemies. It was a foolish act.

Moyong Gi grinned and looked for his next victim.

"Huh?"

Moyong Gi, who was rolling his eyes out of habit, his eyes widened in an instant.

It was because there was nothing to be caught on the tip of his sword. The mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade who were surrounding Moyong Gi had at so point widened the distance and were just aiming their swords.

Yangro gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

"You rat-like bastard! What are you going to do now?"

Moyong Gi, who had an awkward face, in an instant straightened his expression and poked the ground. Moyong Gi's figure stretched out.

"What do you an, what am I going to do? I'll just kill you."

Yangro was terrified at the tip of Moyong Gi's sword, which was rapidly expanding.

"That's ridiculous!"

It was too fast. Yangro reflexively extended his palm strike.

Slash!

However, it was not the expected explosion. Moyong Gi's sword, which had at so point erected a blue sword ki, had lightly cut through Yangro's One Yang Palm and thrust in.

"Crazy!"

Yangro, with his eyes wide open, urgently twisted his body.

Thwack!

However, he could not completely avoid it. Just by grazing his shoulder, blood droplets flew up.

"Gasp!"

Yangro clutched his left shoulder and staggered back.

Moyong Gi, who was quickly following with the intention of finishing it, stopped in his tracks in an instant.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Three sharp finger winds were embedded in the floor just one step away.

Eumro, who was pointing his finger and glaring at Moyong Gi, swallowed hard without realizing it.

"Who are you?"

If it had been Johwasim, he could have at least understood.

However, he had a youthful face that had not even lost its baby fat. It didn't make sense for him to have the martial arts skills to drive Yangro back. It was a look of disbelief.

"They say the backwater of the Yangtze River pushes the front water. Haven't you heard such a saying?"

At Moyong Gi's informal speech, Eumro's brow furrowed. Moyong Gi, who saw that, pretended not to know and chattered again.

"You really haven't heard? This is why the rumor that all the guys who have learned martial arts are ignorant is spreading. It's all because of old bastards like you."

"Th-this!"

The mont Eumro was about to explode, soone placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What bastard..."

"Calm down. He's no ordinary guy."

It was Yangro, who had at so point finished stopping the bleeding. However, the traces of having seen blood still remained.

Eumro's eyes, which were gleaming with excitent, coldly sank.

Moyong Gi's face contorted.

'I thought it would be easy.'

Indeed, experience was not sothing to be ignored. If it had been a young guy, he would have attacked without considering the consequences. Then the matter would have been easily resolved.

'Well, at least there's a gain.'

In a fight between masters, a small difference determines life and death. In that sense, Yangro's injury would act as a very large advantage.

'Now, the small tricks won't work.'

It was a true battle of skill. Although the Yin and Yang couple were not scary, he was bothered by the mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade who were surrounding him.

However, if he couldn't defeat the Yin and Yang couple anyway, there was no future.

Moyong Gi, who had hardened his gaze, was re-gripping his sword and then suddenly turned his gaze.

A commotion arose among the mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade, and a black figure suddenly popped out.

It was Johwasim.

Judging by his movents, it didn't seem like he was injured. However, his hair was disheveled and his clothes were cut here and there, so he looked quite defeated.

As Johwasim approached, Moyong Gi's face lit up.

"As expected, Grandmaster Jo! Did you co to save ?"

Johwasim stealthily turned his gaze.

"No, I was also trapped."

***

So Moogyeol's jaw dropped.

"C-crazy! Why did you jump in there? Are you out of your mind?"

Woonhyun also actively agreed.

"I knew it when that guy threw the beehive. He's gone crazy, completely crazy."

Zhuge Yeon stomped her feet.

"This is not the ti for that. What do we do about Young Master Moyong?"

Although he was holding up quite well, the fact that he was still in danger remained unchanged. It was because the number of enemies surrounding Moyong Gi was too large.

"Think of a way."

"What way. Even Grandmaster Jo is struggling, what way do we have?"

"Then are you just going to leave him like that? Are you just going to watch Young Master Moyong die?"

So Moogyeol shut his mouth with a groan. He had realized that now was not the ti to grumble.

At that mont, Myung Jin, who had been watching quietly, shot up. And then, he drew his sword.

"Let's go."

So Moogyeol was startled.

"Hey! Where are you going? You can't go there!"

Myung Jin looked back at So Moogyeol. And then, he quietly t his eyes.

"You're not going?"

So Moogyeol let out a big sigh. And then, with a face that said he had no choice, he got up.

"Aish. I'm going, I'm going. Let's go and die together. Are you happy now?"

As So Moogyeol approached Myung Jin's side, Woonhyun also tried to take a step forward.

"Then I'll also..."

However, Zhuge Yeon pulled on Woonhyun's collar.

"Why?"

"It's impossible with just us. We have to go and call the elders..."

"Are you telling

to do that?"

"Grandmaster Woonhyun is the fastest."

The fastest was Myung Jin. However, Myung Jin had to face the enemy. It was because the strongest among the group was also Myung Jin.

Excluding Myung Jin, the fastest was Woonhyun. Although the ti he had learned the movent technique was shorter than So Moogyeol or Zhuge Yeon, the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms, which Kunlun was proud of, had made that possible.

However, Woonhyun shook his head.

"I don't want to."

(End of Chapter)