Yuk Gyeongsa coughed dryly and glared at Moyong Gi.
"Cough. Cough. You bastard..."
Moyong Gi, without even blinking an eye, thrust his sword.
"This bastard, that bastard, it's all good, so just give it to !"
"I gave you everything. What more do you want
to give you?"
"Not that, sothing else! Give
sothing else!"
Yuk Gyeongsa's eyes sparkled.
"Oh. The antidote doesn't work. Why? Did the poison penetrate your ki and blood?"
"You bastard!"
Thwack!
"Gasp! Cough. Cough. Ugh!"
Yuk Gyeongsa finally vomited a bowl of blood.
Yuk Gyeongsa, who had barely managed to catch his breath after a long ti, looked at Moyong Gi with his usual mischievous smile.
"I said I really don't have it. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Would you tell
if you were ?"
Moyong Gi gritted his teeth and extended his sword, and then it stopped right in front of Yuk Gyeongsa's eyes.
"You're really going to die."
"So you were going to let
live? Don't even say things you don't an. I'm not going to be fooled anyway."
"I said you're really going to die."
"I know, I know. But that little girl will be with , right? She was quite pretty, I'll have to play with her in the afterlife."
Yuk Gyeongsa chuckled while coughing dryly.
Moyong Gi's eyes grew cold.
"This is the last ti. I won't say it again. Give it to ."
"You can say it again. Even if you ask a hundred tis, my answer will be the sa. I don't have..."
Slash!
Yuk Gyeongsa's arm dropped.
"Aack!"
Yuk Gyeongsa, still tied to the chair, rolled on the floor. Where Yuk Gyeongsa had passed, blood poured out and a trail was left.
"Damn it!"
Lee Shimhwan, with a flustered face, was about to take a step forward, but Myung Jin blocked his front.
"Leave him be."
"But..."
Myung Jin shook his head once more.
"Leave him be. It's a relief if he can at least be released like that."
Moyong Gi was in a very unstable state right now. He was on the verge of exploding. If he was touched even a little, he would explode.
It wouldn't matter if it was in a direction he could handle, but the probability that it wouldn't was overwhelmingly high.
If Moyong Gi's sword tip was pointed in the wrong direction, Myung Jin was not confident he could handle it.
And it was the sa for So Moogyeol. The reason why So Moogyeol, who had been trying to stop him sohow, was keeping his mouth shut as soon as the incident happened was the sa as Myung Jin's.
"But shouldn't we stop him? What if he kills him?"
"As Elder Yang said, that guy caught him anyway. Let him do as he pleases, whether he kills him or lets him live."
Lee Shimhwan swallowed hard.
"Is it true that that friend caught Yuk Gyeongsa? Not Grandmaster Jo of Mount Hua?"
No matter how he thought about it, it didn't make sense.
It was none other than the Five Poisons Divine Lord, Yuk Gyeongsa.
He had made a na for himself as a master of a higher level than the Iron-Faced Swordsman Johwasim, who had made a na for himself throughout the Central Plains.
To Lee Shimhwan, they were people who looked down from a place so high that he could barely even look up. So it was hard to believe.
However, Myung Jin had already turned his gaze.
It was because Moyong Gi had cut off one of Yuk Gyeongsa's legs this ti.
"Aaaack!"
Yuk Gyeongsa thrashed his body as if the chair would break. However, the chair, which was made of solid ironwood, was not sothing that Yuk Gyeongsa, who could not even use his internal energy, could easily break.
By the ti Yuk Gyeongsa had gotten used to the pain, he glared at Moyong Gi and gritted his teeth.
"You think I'll talk just because you do this? Not a chance, you bastard!"
This ti, Moyong Gi grinned.
"Don't do it. You don't have to. I told you. I won't say it again."
At Moyong Gi's smile, which was full of killing intent, Yuk Gyeongsa flinched without realizing it.
Moyong Gi continued to speak.
"This much pain is nothing, right? I know too. That's what poison arts are like, right? The power is strong once you learn it, but to learn it, you have to be prepared to die. You have to eat all kinds of poisons, and poison is not that easy, right?"
It was insanely itchy, and it was insanely sore. There were tis when he felt like he was thrown into a fiery pit, and there were tis when he felt like he was trapped in ice.
He had to experience all the pain that existed in the world. There were far more people who died because they couldn't stand the pain than those who died from the poison.
"What are you?"
For the first ti, the smile disappeared from Yuk Gyeongsa's face.
It was a secret that was not known to the world. It was because if it was revealed, he would not be able to take in disciples. All the sects that used poison arts would have their lineage cut off.
So he had thought it was a secret that would never be revealed, but that secret had co out of Moyong Gi's mouth.
"How do you know that?"
"Is that important? Aren't you curious about what I'm going to do?"
Yuk Gyeongsa chuckled.
As Moyong Gi had said, he easily adapted to a considerable amount of pain. The fact that he could still laugh even after his limbs were cut off was proof of that. Still, he was curious.
"What are you going to do?"
Moyong Gi, without even replying, moved his feet. And then, he poked the white bone that was revealed in the severed section with the tip of his sword.
"Aaaack!"
Yuk Gyeongsa scread and thrashed his body. The feeling of his skin crawling while being terribly painful was a new stimulus even to Yuk Gyeongsa, who had experienced all kinds of pain.
"Oh. Don't move."
Moyong Gi, with not even a handful of internal energy left, poked Yuk Gyeongsa's mute point with the tip of his sword. Yuk Gyeongsa, who had been thrashing, could no longer even budge.
"You! You!"
"That's right. You can't bite your tongue."
He even poked his mute point.
Yuk Gyeongsa's eyes, which were full of fear, rolled around.
Moyong Gi grinned out of habit.
"You can look forward to it. I'll scrape it all off until it's all powder."
***
Moyong Gi, as if he was going to keep his word, scraped Yuk Gyeongsa's thigh bone.
If it hadn't been for the blood that was flowing and clumping, the white bone powder would have scattered in all directions.
Lee Shimhwan and Myung Jin, as if they could not watch any longer, turned their heads, and So Moogyeol sat down on the spot and his legs trembled.
Yuk Gyeongsa had been shedding tears of blood from the extre pain for a long ti.
However, Moyong Gi showed a terrible sight of not even blinking an eye.
Moyong Gi, who had finally turned one thigh bone into powder after several shichen, finally released Yuk Gyeongsa's mute point.
The sun, which had been at its highest point, was already setting over the western mountains.
"How is it? Is it bearable?"
"Cough. Cough. You, you... this, this bastard..."
Yuk Gyeongsa's voice, as he coughed dryly, was cracked. In his faintly opened eyes, there was no longer any sign of life.
However, Moyong Gi just grinned. Moyong Gi's smile was sohow similar to the mischievous smile that Yuk Gyeongsa had shown.
"I'll ask you one last ti. Do you have it? Or not?"
"I-I don't... cough. Cough."
"This bastard, to the end!"
Moyong Gi gritted his teeth.
"I don't need it anymore. Let's see this through to the end."
"W-wait..."
Moyong Gi, as if there was nothing more to hear, poked his mute point. Yuk Gyeongsa's gaze was soaked with despair.
So Moogyeol, who was staring with a dazed face, was startled and ran over.
"Wait! Wait a minute!"
Moyong Gi turned his gaze with a sullen face.
"Why?"
So Moogyeol replied, panting heavily.
"Gasp. Gasp. Just a mont. Let
catch my breath."
"What did you do to need to catch your breath? Just say it quickly. I'm busy."
Moyong Gi replied nonchalantly. That made him feel even more like a madman.
So Moogyeol opened his mouth with a disgusted face.
"You crazy bastard, this is the first ti in my life that I've seen soone shed tears of blood. Is this sothing a human should do?"
"What's the big deal with this? I can do worse. Aren't you curious? I can show you as much as you want."
"Forget it! I'm not curious about such things!"
As So Moogyeol shouted in terror, Moyong Gi chuckled.
"So just say your business. I'm really busy."
So Moogyeol let out a groan. And then, without even being able to look at the miserable state of Yuk Gyeongsa, he opened his mouth.
"Release his mute point."
"What?"
"I said release his mute point. I have to at least hear what he's trying to say, don't I?"
"I said I don't need it."
"You're really! Aren't you going to save Yeon? Weren't you doing this because of Yeon? If not, then why are you doing such a thing? Are you a pervert? Are you a pervert!"
Moyong Gi's face contorted.
"Damn it."
However, he still hesitated for a long ti, glancing at Yuk Gyeongsa with a displeased face.
So Moogyeol, still unable to look at Yuk Gyeongsa, urged Moyong Gi.
"Hurry up and release it. We have to save Yeon, don't we?"
Moyong Gi clicked his tongue.
"Aish."
And then, with a face that said he had no choice, he released Yuk Gyeongsa's mute point.
Yuk Gyeongsa coughed out the dry cough he had been holding back.
"Cough. Cough..."
By the ti the cough had subsided, Moyong Gi said in a chillingly cold voice.
"Speak. What do you want to say?"
Moyong Gi t Yuk Gyeongsa's eyes. However, Yuk Gyeongsa's two eyes, which had been dull with gray, gradually began to regain their vitality.
'A final burst of energy before death.'
Moyong Gi's face contorted.
"Damn it."
He still had a lot he wanted to do. He was annoyed that he was trying to die already.
As Moyong Gi was contemplating whether to infuse even the last bit of his internal energy, Yuk Gyeongsa opened his mouth first.
Yuk Gyeongsa's voice was as lively as when he had first faced Moyong Gi.
"Let
ask you one thing."
"What is it?"
"I've been thinking about it, and it's strange. No matter how I think about it, I didn't think I would lose. How did you beat ?"
"What? You're asking sothing like that?"
"No matter how I think about it, I can't understand. I can't stand it when I'm curious."
Moyong Gi's brow furrowed. However, as if he had thought of sothing, he soon opened his mouth with a cheerful face.
"If I tell you, will you tell
too, old man?"
"Who are you calling an old man? I'm still in my pri."
"What pri when you're almost half a century old. Just answer the question. Will you tell
too, old man?"
"I'll only tell the truth. This is sincere."
Moyong Gi, who was looking down at the chuckling Yuk Gyeongsa, in the end had no choice but to nod.
"Alright. But I told you then. I'll die too."
"Huh? Huh?"
Yuk Gyeongsa's eyes widened.
"Th-what was it? That's right. To die is to live, to live is to die. Are you like that too?"
"What do you an, to die is to live, to live is to die. Tell them to look for that in the military."
"That's not it? Then what is it?"
"What do you an, what is it? It's just as I said. I really decided to die."
"What does that an, exactly?"
Yuk Gyeongsa did not understand Moyong Gi's words. It was because it was a statent that contained the experience that Moyong Gi had gone through before his return.
He had not fought with the determination to die, but had fought to actually die. It was natural that he could not understand.
"You don't have to worry about useless things. The old man will never understand. By the way, now tell . Where is the dicine to cure Yeon?"
Yuk Gyeongsa, with a his face contorted, suddenly his eyes rolled and looked at Moyong Gi.
"What if I lie?"
Moyong Gi's eyes widened.
"Just try it. I'll make it so you can't really die or live."
"I won't. I won't. This is too painful."
"Then just say it quickly. I'll make it so it doesn't hurt anymore."
Yuk Gyeongsa chuckled. And then, he uttered his last words.
"I really don't have it."
(End of Chapter)
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