Record of the Dragon Chapter 82

Moyong Gi looked back at Myung Jin with a face devoid of tension.

"You want to do it, or should I?"

Myung Jin drew his sword and jumped off the cart.

"I'll do it."

As Moyong Gi shrugged his shoulders in affirmation, Park Gangjin asked.

"They seem to have learned martial arts, will that child be okay alone?"

Moyong Gi looked at the n blocking the road with ambiguous eyes. Then, he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

Moyong Gi's eyes narrowed.

"He looks familiar."

At those words, Park Gangjin tilted his head. It was because the distance between Fujian, where the Heavenly Demon Fortress was located, and Liaodong, where the Moyong family was located, was so far that they could be said to be at opposite ends.

He thought that unless it was an experienced old master of the martial world, there was no way that the still young Moyong Gi would know soone in Fujian.

"That can't be."

However, Moyong Gi had already stood up from his seat.

Moyong Gi tapped Myung Jin's shoulder. Myung Jin looked at Moyong Gi.

"Why?"

"Move aside. I think I know him."

Myung Jin looked at Moyong Gi with a puzzled face. He had thought the sa as Park Gangjin.

However, Moyong Gi had already pushed Myung Jin aside and stepped forward.

Moyong Gi looked at the bigger of the two n and said.

"Mister. Do you know

by any chance?"

The big man's face contorted.

"You brat! What nonsense is that? Stop with the nonsense and just give us everything you have!"

At the resounding voice, the branches of the trees seed to tremble. He was a master of internal energy who had reached a considerable level.

Myung Jin re-gripped his sword with a tense face.

However, Moyong Gi was still busy tilting his head.

"No. He's definitely familiar."

Moyong Gi asked again.

"Mister, what's your na?"

"This brat, I've been watching and watching!"

The big man could no longer hold back and let out his killing intent. However, his montum was quite fierce. Myung Jin, Park Gangjin, and the others flinched and their bodies trembled.

However, Moyong Gi still had a cheerful face and was not tense.

"I just want to know your na, why are you so excited? Co on, it's fate that we t like this, let's at least know each other's nas."

The big man gritted his teeth.

"I was going to just take your possessions and let you live. You're a guy who will only cry when you see the coffin."

The man next to him chid in.

"That's right, big brother. We have to beat up a cheeky bastard like that first and then talk."

However, Moyong Gi tilted his head once more.

"Huh? I've heard that sowhere too. Mister. Do you know

by any chance? What's your na, mister?"

It was a question he hadn't expected much from.

But this ti, the reaction was different. The man who was relatively smaller thrust his stomach forward as if he had been waiting and straightened his shoulders.

"You brat, clean out your ears and listen well. This body is the Fujian Yaksha, Jang Hyeokjin. Rember it well."

Moyong Gi, who had heard the words of the man who had introduced himself as Jang Hyeokjin, chuckled. It was because he had imdiately recognized that he was a newcor to the martial world.

Those who had rolled around in the martial world for a while do not go around proudly spouting such a tacky nickna.

"So you were Mr. Jang. Mr. Jang, but you really don't know ? You look familiar... huh?"

Myung Jin looked at Moyong Gi.

"What's wrong again?"

Moyong Gi waved his hand.

"Just be quiet. I'm about to rember."

Moyong Gi's face contorted as he scratched his head. It was because sothing faint in his head was tornting him, as if it was about to be caught.

'Jang Hyeokjin? Jang Hyeokjin? Where have I heard this? It's definitely a na I know.'

However, Moyong Gi could not continue his thoughts any further. It was because the big man, as if he could not watch any longer, had drawn his saber and taken a step forward.

"I'll warn you one last ti. Either you give us everything you have, or you die here. Choose."

The two rings at the end of the saber jingled unusually. As if he was bothered by it, Moyong Gi, who was unconsciously contorting his face, his two eyes open for a mont.

"Huh? That's..."

He finally rembered. Moyong Gi gritted his teeth.

"Mak Sugwang, you son of a bitch!"

Moyong Gi drew his sword.

Mak Sugwang was startled.

"How do you know my na... ugh!"

However, without even having ti to solve the question, he was terrified and raised his saber. It was because Moyong Gi, who had narrowed the distance in an instant, had drawn his blue sword ki and struck down with the montum of cutting a sword in two.

Crash!

"Gasp!"

Mak Sugwang was pushed back, leaving a long line. It was impossible to receive Moyong Gi's sword ki with the saber ki he had hastily drawn. His head spun and he felt nauseous.

"Damn it..."

"What damn it. Die, you bastard."

Moyong Gi struck down with his sword, which had its sword ki raised, like a hamr. Mak Sugwang gritted his teeth and raised his saber ki.

Crash!

Mak Sugwang's body flinched from the shock. His face, which had drained of blood, was so pale that it looked blue.

However, Moyong Gi, still with a displeased face, continued to strike down with his sword.

"Oh. You blocked that?"

Crash!

"You blocked it again?"

Crash!

"You're going to keep blocking it, right?"

Crash!

"Gasp. Ugh."

In the end, Mak Sugwang could no longer hold on and vomited blood.

"B-big brother!"

Jang Hyeokjin, who had been frozen stiff, finally ca to his senses.

Jang Hyeokjin rushed at Moyong Gi.

"Stop!"

Moyong Gi, who was about to strike down with his sword once more, glanced back at Jang Hyeokjin. And then, he drew his sword horizontally.

Mak Sugwang was terrified.

"Duck!"

At Mak Sugwang's shout, Jang Hyeokjin reflexively bent his waist.

Slash!

His neatly tied hair was cut off in a chunk and then slid down.

Jang Hyeokjin, who was sweating coldly, stealthily turned his head. The tree, which seed difficult to even wrap with both arms, made a creaking sound and slid down.

Crash!

As the tree fell with a heavy sound, a flock of birds flew up with a flutter.

Jang Hyeokjin, who was staring at the fallen tree for a long ti with blinking eyes, was soon startled and looked at Moyong Gi.

Moyong Gi glared at Jang Hyeokjin with a displeased eye.

"Why are you dodging, you bastard, it's annoying. You could have just died, but you had to make

swing my sword twice."

The blood drained from Jang Hyeokjin's face. He couldn't even budge due to his stiffly hardened muscles.

Mak Sugwang gritted his teeth. And then, he raised his saber, killing his presence as much as possible. However, before he could even try anything, he urgently took a breath.

"Gasp!"

It was because the tip of Moyong Gi's sword was blurring in front of Mak Sugwang's eyes.

Moyong Gi, holding his sword in a reverse grip, said without even looking at Mak Sugwang.

"If you don't want to die, it would be better to stay still, right? If it were , I would."

Mak Sugwang's pupils shook rcilessly.

Moyong Gi, who had slowly turned around, struck Mak Sugwang's saber.

Clang!

Mak Sugwang's gaze beca desperate as he looked at his saber, which was rolling on the dirt floor.

At that mont, Moyong Gi raised his knee.

Thwack!

"Gasp!"

Mak Sugwang, who had been hit squarely in the jaw, collapsed. Moyong Gi, who was staring at that, suddenly turned his gaze to Jang Hyeokjin.

"Hey."

"Y-yes?"

As Jang Hyeokjin answered with a tense voice, Moyong Gi gestured to the fallen Mak Sugwang.

"Pick that up and follow ."

"Yes?"

Jang Hyeokjin asked back with a flustered face. Moyong Gi's face contorted.

"I said pick that up and follow . And if you make

say it twice one more ti, I'll cut off your necks first. Got it?"

"Y-yes."

Jang Hyeokjin nodded his head frantically.

Park Gangjin, who was watching from a distance, swallowed hard.

"What kind of robber bastard has a saber ki..."

Park Gangjin had a dumbfounded face. However, the guy who was more dumbfounded than Mak Sugwang was Moyong Gi.

"What did that guy eat to have sword ki at that age?"

Although he had heard that he was strong, he had not known that it was to the extent of having sword ki.

Moreover, he had easily cooked a master who had saber ki. He had thought he was at least at the level of Hong Sochen.

Park Gangjin, who was staring with his eyes wide open, looked back at Lee Yeonghwa with an uneasy face for a mont.

"Hey. I didn't do anything wrong, right?"

Lee Yeonghwa, who was staring with her eyes wide open just like Park Gangjin, looked at Park Gangjin with an ambiguous face.

"I don't know."

Park Gangjin searched his mory for a mont with an anxious face. At that mont, Moyong Gi, who had finished his business, plopped down next to Park Gangjin.

Park Gangjin flinched and looked at Moyong Gi.

Moyong Gi said to Park Gangjin with a sullen face.

"Why are you looking at

like that? Is there sothing on my face?"

Park Gangjin quickly shook his head.

"No, that's not it..."

"Then why are you looking at

with that face? It makes

feel bad."

Park Gangjin's body trembled once more. However, he quickly brought out the words he had prepared.

"No, that's not it. Looking at you like this, you seem handso. I guess I couldn't see well because it was dark that day."

Moyong Gi grinned.

"Of course, right? I'm not a face that falls behind wherever I go."

Park Gangjin quickly nodded.

"That's right. You're handso. What's Song Ok, Pan An? You're much better. Yes. That's right."

"This uncle, as expected, his eyes are properly set, right? I was worried that sothing was wrong with his eyes."

Moyong Gi nodded and grinned.

Park Gangjin stealthily turned his head. He felt a sense of self-loathing and his heart was troubled.

'Lying at this age.'

***

Myung Jin said with a cold face.

"We have to kill him."

However, Cheol Muhan blocked Myung Jin.

"A guy who's a Taoist, what's with all the 'kill' at the end of your words? If the Primordial Heavenly Venerable saw that, he would wail, you bastard."

"Then what do you suggest we do? Are you saying we should just let him go? What if he becos a source of trouble, who will handle it."

At Myung Jin's words, Cheol Muhan had a troubled face. If he thought rationally, Myung Jin's words were a hundred tis right.

However, the affection that had accumulated over the past ten years was the problem. He could not readily agree with Myung Jin's words.

Lee Shimhwan, who was watching the two, clicked his tongue.

"Who on earth is the evil faction, and who is the orthodox faction."

Just by looking at what they were doing, it was to the extent that he would believe it if he said that Cheol Muhan was the orthodox faction and Myung Jin was the evil faction. They were strangely ford guys.

Lee Shimhwan, who was shaking his head, in the end had no choice but to look at Moyong Gi. It was because no matter what, the final decision-maker of the Dragon Slaying Brigade was Moyong Gi.

"What are you going to do?"

Moyong Gi looked at Mak Sugwang, who was kneeling with his head lowered. The wounds, which were cut and burst here and there, with blood flowing, caught Moyong Gi's eye.

Moyong Gi, with troubled eyes, in the end gritted his teeth.

"Why did you do it?"

At Moyong Gi's words, Myung Jin's face contorted. It was because he had noticed that Moyong Gi was wavering. So as he was about to step forward, Lee Shimhwan raised his arm and stopped him.

Myung Jin looked at Lee Shimhwan and asked with his eyes.

'Why?'

However, Lee Shimhwan just shook his head. And then, as he was staring at Mak Sugwang, Mak Sugwang was still keeping his mouth shut and his head lowered.

Moyong Gi, who was displeased with that, his face contorted and he stomped his foot.

Thump!

The floor seed to tremble. He had put quite a bit of strength into it. Moyong Gi, without even looking at the flinching Myung Jin and Cheol Muhan, said again.

"I'm asking you now. Why did you do it?"

Only then did Mak Sugwang raise his head and et Moyong Gi's eyes.

However, nothing could be found in Mak Sugwang's weak eyes.

And that made Moyong Gi even more excited.

"Ten mbers of the Dragon Slaying Brigade died because of you, uncle. Daelim is on the verge of death because his wound is so severe. And you're still just keeping your mouth shut? Is that the end? Should I really kill you? You think I can't?"

Moyong Gi's sword slid out of its scabbard with a creak. The moonlight reflected on the flat of the sword glittered dangerously.

Myung Jin's eyes grew cold, and Cheol Muhan shook his head with a pitiful face.

Lee Shimhwan clicked his tongue and turned his head.

At that mont, Mak Sugwang opened his mouth for the first ti.

"Kill ."

(End of Chapter)