Dokgo Ju-gwak looked at with a dumbfounded expression, as if he hadn't expected to co out like that.
Dokgo Ju-gwak seems to think that he is much stronger than right now.
From his point of view, since the inferior one is giving up the first attack, his pride must be hurt, and he must be angry.
However, the reason I told him to co at was because I hadn't yet decided what kind of appearance I should show when fighting Dokgo Ju-gwak.
If I show all my strength, I can't imagine how the Demonic Fire Hall Master will react when he sees my strength, which has beco much stronger than he thought.
Will he think that I'm becoming uncontrollable and try to take to the Demonic Cult more forcefully?
Or will he be happy that I'm growing up well?
If it were an ordinary person, their actions would be predictable to so extent, but for a half-crazy person like Lee Gwak-sa, that is impossible.
'But Dokgo Ju-gwak is not an opponent I can win against by fighting moderately.'
Dokgo Ju-gwak, who has beco the master of the Four Evils Alliance at a young age and is taking control of Sichuan, is also a formidable opponent.
At this point, he seems to have crawled under the Demonic Fire Hall Master because he is still weaker than him, but in the future, Dokgo Ju-gwak in his pri becos an imnse powerhouse who surpasses Lee Gwak-sa.
I even thought that it might be a stroke of luck to be facing the current Dokgo Ju-gwak instead of the Dokgo Ju-gwak of that ti.
"Insolent thing. I was going to go easy on you because I liked you, but I guess I can't. And from the general atmosphere, it seems the Demonic Fire Hall Master likes you very much."
"Unfortunately, yes."
"So if I defeat you, I will take you to the Demonic Cult. To be honest, I don't dislike you either. It was a little unsettling to join the Demonic Cult alone, but wouldn't it be a little better to go with soone I know?"
"Ugh... why are you both doing this to ?"
Dokgo Ju-gwak didn't answer my words and looked at while taking a starting stance.
I, who had been treating them half-jokingly until now, also beca serious in an instant.
Because the fight was about to begin.
"Phew..."
I took a deep breath and decided what I should do.
'Well. What can I do? For now, I have no choice but to do my best.'
Although there is a high possibility that the Demonic Fire Hall Master will break his promise, from what I've seen of him so far, I've seen him try to keep his promises to so extent.
On the contrary, if I show him a side that hasn't grown more than he expected, he might be disappointed in my talent and kill .
So this fight. I have to defeat Dokgo Ju-gwak even if I have to mobilize everything I can.
Dokgo Ju-gwak's figure seed to blur in place, and then he appeared right in front of my nose and thrust his sword.
It was excellent footwork. I could imdiately feel that he had improved much more than when we fought with Go Mun-tak between us at the Tenth Month Tower.
However, I have also improved a lot since then.
As I deflected Dokgo Ju-gwak's sword to the side, I spun my body around and, with that rotational force, I slashed at Dokgo Ju-gwak's side.
Dokgo Ju-gwak also noticed my counterattack and tried to dodge the sword by slightly pulling his body back.
For a mont, I put all my energy into my lower body and lowered my center of gravity, and then, as my body leaned forward, I stretched my body out as much as Dokgo Ju-gwak had retreated and swung my sword.
Thanks to that, I ended up rolling on the floor unsightly, but I succeeded in inflicting a shallow but sword wound on Dokgo Ju-gwak's side.
"Keuk!"
At the burning pain from his waist, Dokgo Ju-gwak covered his waist with his hand and hurriedly perford a footwork to distance himself from .
Blood began to seep out of the clothes he was wearing.
He had definitely been wounded by the blow just now.
"Cowardly...! A martial artist has no sha. You attack even while rolling on the floor?"
"Sha? Does that put food on the table? Does it save your life? If you fall, you just have to get up, but you won't be able to seal the wound right away."
"A man who doesn't even know the honor of a martial artist."
"If my honor was high, and my martial arts beca that much stronger, I would have taken care of my honor. But it's not like that. I know dozens of people who have lost out by trying to take care of their honor."
"Crazy bastard."
"That's you and the Demonic Fire Hall Master over there."
"You don't lose a single word!"
"That's right. I don't plan on losing in words, and I don't plan on losing in a fight."
This ti, after I finished speaking, I rushed at him first.
Because I thought that now, when he was covering his side with his hand and stopping the bleeding, was the best ti to attack him.
The sword technique I chose was the Nine Palaces Sword Technique.
Although it may seem simple at first glance, it is the most direct and powerful sword technique in the Wudang Sect.
Dokgo Ju-gwak, as expected, easily blocked my sword.
In the first place, since the forms of the Nine Palaces Sword Technique are not complicated, it can be blocked sufficiently if one has a decent level of dynamic visual acuity and martial arts.
"Keuk!"
However, a groan escaped from Dokgo Ju-gwak's mouth.
The Nine Palaces Sword Technique I had just perford was deliberately perford for him to block.
So I deliberately swung the sword at a slower speed.
However, as the sword slowed down, the speed at which I could imbue the sword with internal energy increased, and I was able to swing a sword filled with very full energy.
It was to put a burden on his body as he blocked the sword.
In fact, Dokgo Ju-gwak blocked my sword well, but he touched his side, which had been cut by the sword, with his hand.
I continued to strike down with my sword from top to bottom with all my strength, as if I were chopping with an axe.
Dokgo Ju-gwak had no choice but to continue blocking my sword, and every ti he did, more and more blood seeped out of his side.
"Eek!"
As if he thought he couldn't go on like this, Dokgo Ju-gwak suddenly perford a footwork and retreated further back, and then tore his upper garnt. Then, in that short ti, he spread the upper garnt long and tied it tightly around his side.
Since there was no bandage, it seed he was trying to stop the bleeding by pressing his side with his clothes for now.
"Cowardly. Unhwi!"
I don't know why he's doing that, but Dokgo Ju-gwak shouted at as if he were disappointed.
But I just shrugged my shoulders.
I can't help it if I'm a coward. What's important to now is winning.
What I realized while dealing with Ma Cheon-deuk greatly changed my thinking.
Living my whole life as an orthodox martial artist, and this life as a Wudang Taoist, I have heard countless tis that the process is more important than the result.
However, although that may be true at tis, it is wrong for now.
I have to get results sohow. No matter how good the process was, if in the end, we all die at the hands of the Demonic Cult bastards, that beautiful process will all be useless.
'So Dokgo Ju-gwak. I don't have the leisure to lose to you here and waste ti.'
I, steeling my heart once again, began to pour energy into my sword.
Thanks to the internal energy raised by the Six Yang Divine Art, I felt a hot heat.
I could vaguely see a strange light in the eyes of the Demonic Fire Hall Master, who had been watching the fight between and Dokgo Ju-gwak with a grin on his face until now.
The Demonic Fire Hall Master must have known for a long ti that I had learned the Six Yang Divine Art.
But now, my Six Yang Divine Art is at a level close to the ninth stage, so he must not have thought that I would have improved this much.
Of course, it is by no ans that I am performing it with all my might because I want to show him the level of my current Six Yang Divine Art or to boast about it.
It was because if I didn't defeat Dokgo Ju-gwak with all my strength at this point, I felt like I would have to take out my other weapons as well.
For example, my martial arts that he is not expecting, like the Thunder Stopping Divine Art or the Heaven and Earth One Sword.
I swung the Red Dragon Sword, which was full of heat, in a wide horizontal arc.
Dokgo Ju-gwak held his sword with both hands and t my Red Dragon Sword head-on.
A bluish energy had already ford on his sword.
The swords clashed, and despite being indoors, a strong wind caused by the collision of qi waves raged inside the inn.
Feeling the fluttering sleeves and hair, I imdiately rolled on the floor hard, and brought the repulsive force that started from my feet to my body and arms.
Dokgo Ju-gwak's senses were also great, and at the mont my sword flinched, he moved his legs as if he had sensed danger.
But he chose to advance further and attack instead of retreating.
Although it might seem a little reckless, it could be said to be the best choice in the current situation.
In fact, I was a little flustered because I hadn't expected him to co out like that.
At that mont, as if Dokgo Ju-gwak had also realized that this was the watershed of the match, his sword seed to shake and then began to look as if it were divided into several.
Among the sword techniques he had learned, the one that had been the most troubleso for the orthodox martial artists in the future was that very sword technique, the Light Splitting Sword Technique.
The scariness of that sword technique is not that the sword, which looks as if it has been split into several, is a hallucination mixed with feints, but that each and every one of them is real.
It's not that the sword really becos several, but because it moves at such a high speed that it looks like that, everything that goes in between is completely torn to shreds.
However, that doesn't an there is no way to break it.
A surprisingly easier way to break it is closer than you think, and that is... to break the Light Splitting Sword Technique with force.
I, holding the Red Dragon Sword, which was full of the true qi of the Six Yang Divine Art and the repulsive force created by stomping my feet, with both hands, aid at the space between Dokgo Ju-gwak's swords and swung it horizontally like a club.
It was just a foolish sword swing with no special forms or sword techniques.
However, the energy contained in it was by no ans sothing to be ignored.
Because in exchange for giving up technique, I had put in that much trendous martial power.
The Red Dragon Sword swung at him straightforwardly, and Dokgo Ju-gwak's sword, which was constantly changing, hit the Red Dragon Sword countless tis.
However, Dokgo Ju-gwak's sword, which had less power than the Red Dragon Sword, could not block the path of my sword and eventually ran out of strength.
Even in the midst of that, my sword is being swung towards his body at an even faster speed.
At this rate, it is as clear as day that the Red Dragon Sword will bisect Dokgo Ju-gwak's waist.
Just then, Dokgo Ju-gwak did sothing unexpected.
The bastard, who thought he could neither block my sword nor pull his body back, suddenly prostrated himself on the floor and rolled sideways to escape from my sword's range.
The technique of Naryeotagon. In other words, he had escaped by rolling on the ground.
"......"
The bastard, who had barely saved his life, was just looking at with a bewildered expression.
I also didn't answer right away and was slowly enjoying this atmosphere... and then I returned the words he had said earlier.
"Cowardly. A martial artist has no sha? You dodge even while rolling on the floor? You don't seem to know the honor of a martial artist."
Dokgo Ju-gwak couldn't even answer and had an expression as if he had chewed on a bug.
(End of Chapter)
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