The Lazy Young Maste Chapter 182 : I Must Have Repaid a Little

Shadowless Divine Step.

Bieunggaek’s lightness skill that was said to leave no shadow.

The final realm of the Heavenly First Divine Wind Shadowless Divine Step.

‘How did this bastard!?’

Kang Cheon threw a flying sword imbued with lightning ki and retreated.

At the sa ti, a blood-red blade that cut through the atmosphere stabbed the space where Kang Cheon had been standing until just now.

The blade, which he couldn't completely avoid, pierced his skin.

Blood spurted from the wound on his chest.

‘Fast!’

It was not a simple imitation.

This was.

‘The real Shadowless Divine Step.’

He hadn't seen it wrong.

Ma Seongun, who had killed Bieunggaek, knew his martial arts.

There was no way that Ma Seongun was Bieunggaek’s disciple, whom he had hidden away.

Then.

“Did you absorb Bieunggaek’s martial arts with that strange martial art you have.”

The Ki Absorption Art, which was one of the heretic arts of the Ming Cult in the past.

Could it be the appearance of another heretic art that surpassed the Ki Absorption Art?

As Kang Cheon raised both hands and drew out his internal energy without reservation, the swords placed here and there soared up.

“Ten Thousand Swords Rain.”

Dozens of swords that covered the sky poured down like thunder.

At this, a deep smile spread across Ma Seongun’s lips.

“It’s a chance to test the lightness skill of the Heavenly First Divine Thief.”

His two feet were already moving quickly, stepping on the footwork.

Ma Seongun, who had avoided the blades that were pouring down without a gap with a divine footwork like a ghost, gripped his Bloodstone Sword and admired.

“As expected!”

It was the right choice to kill Bieunggaek and take his lightness skill.

Now, what was left was.

“Ten-Ard Blood Ghost.”

Kang Cheon, who had felt the killing intent in his eyes, sent a telepathic ssage to the White Tiger Daoist Temple disciples and the master, Yeom Yoa, who had not yet run away.

—When I give the signal, everyone run away from here.

No one dared to question the order of one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains.

As Kang Cheon threw the flying sword in his right hand with force, the flying sword imbued with the power of lightning flew at a speed that was impossible to react to.

Kwaang—!!

With a rough explosion, the wall of the Martial Alliance branch was shattered.

Yeom Yoa, who had realized that this was the signal, shouted.

“Follow !”

“Yes!”

The escape of the survivors, led by Namgung Seoru, Namgung Seong, and Doseong, began.

“Block them!!”

Pyo Ung’s shout.

The n in black assassins tried to chase the fleeing White Tiger Daoist Temple disciples.

But it was impossible.

Because the flying swords that were shot like thunder again had slaughtered the n in black assassins.

“The order is wrong. If you want to chase them, you have to defeat

first.”

While the n in black assassins were hesitating due to Kang Cheon’s flying swords, Pyo Ung shouted.

“There’s no ti!”

“…”

Ma Seongun, who had nodded his head, stepped forward.

At the sa ti, a strong internal energy soared up from his lower abdon and began to cover the surroundings.

As the dark red energy rushed in like a wave, Kang Cheon, for the first ti, had a cold sweat on his forehead.

‘Perhaps… this place will be my last.’

He felt as if he knew what Bieunggaek had thought when he had faced Ma Seongun.

‘Chicken feet… I think I know what you were afraid of.’

Kang Cheon scattered all the flying swords except for one in all directions and slaughtered the n in black assassins.

At the sa ti, he imbued all his energy into the remaining one flying sword.

Wooooong—!!

The final realm of the Flying Heaven Ten Sword Art.

Nothingness.

“Be glad.”

A single flying sword flew from Kang Cheon’s grasp.

“You are the first among those who belong to the heretic path to see this sword.”

***

“You’re quick to notice. As soon as you realized you couldn't face him, you unfolded the Shadowless Divine Step and avoided it.”

Jin Sohyun, who had heard the story of the confrontation between Kang Cheon and Ma Seongun, had a confused face.

“Could it be that Ma Seongun… is Master Bi’s disciple?”

“No.”

Kang Cheon shook his head.

“That can’t be. That bastard has never had a disciple.”

“Then how does Ma Seongun know Master Bi’s footwork?”

“A blood-red blade… I have never seen such an ominous blood color. This is just a guess, but the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon is said to suck the blood of the opponent he kills. Using a sword.”

At that mont, Jin Sohyun could recall the dried-up corpse of Bieunggaek, which had no moisture.

‘Then at that ti…’

“I still can’t believe that such a martial art exists, but after facing him directly, I think I know. That bastard was persistently aiming for my heart.”

Kang Cheon’s hand touched his own chest.

And then, a red-stained bandage was revealed from between the open martial arts uniform, and when this was also removed, dozens of stab wounds appeared.

“It’s greed.”

“…”

“What that bastard wanted from

was not my death. It was the martial arts I possessed.”

“You an…”

“You have to be careful. The ones who have died to Ma Seongun so far were well-known masters, regardless of whether they were from the righteous or heretic path. If that bastard can also use their martial arts.”

Kang Cheon said with a trembling gaze and voice that he had never shown before.

“You may have to fight the worst monster in history that has never been seen before.”

“Master…”

For the first ti in his life, Jin Sohyun felt fear from Kang Cheon.

The fear that he had almost lost his master again.

Jin Sohyun, who had opened his hands without a word, pulled Kang Cheon into his arms.

“Sohyun.”

“First, recover from your wounds. Let’s continue our talk after that.”

“…”

A sense of desperation was felt in Jin Sohyun’s eyes as he looked at him.

Having no choice, Kang Cheon, who had nodded his head, obediently went into the Cheonhwagak to receive treatnt.

Kang Cheon went into the Cheonhwagak, and Jin Sohyun, who was left alone in the open space, covered his face with one hand.

“Phew…”

Complex emotions made his head dizzy.

That Ma Seongun might be stronger than he thought.

That he could unfold all kinds of martial arts and his master Bieunggaek’s Shadowless Divine Step.

That he might be getting stronger even now.

Jin Sohyun clenched his fist with the hand that was covering his face.

“How dare he… use Master Bi’s lightness skill…”

But all these emotions were burned away by anger.

He had to get stronger.

Faster than anyone else.

The mont Jin Sohyun, who had hardened his resolve, turned around, he saw a group of people entering the Cheonhwagak.

And at the end of the group, a familiar face was seen.

“Young Master Jin.”

The ones who had co to the Cheonhwagak were the surviving White Tiger Daoist Temple disciples.

And at the end of the group.

Namgung Seoru, who had recognized Jin Sohyun, slowly approached.

“Are you okay?”

“As you can see, I’m fine. Are you okay, Miss?”

“…I’m not… okay.”

The flower carved from a blade.

For the first ti, a sense of weakness was felt on the face of Namgung Seoru, who had never shown a weak side until now.

Her large two eyes were bloodshot.

“Young Master Jin.”

“Yes?”

“Do you rember? The brute we t at Gyoho?”

“Yes. I rember.”

“I t him again.”

Thump, thump, thump—

Jin Sohyun’s heart beat fast.

And then, his na flowed from Namgung Seoru’s mouth.

“Ma Seongun… he… was the brute from Gyoho.”

He hadn't found the corpse.

At that ti, he hadn't thought much of it.

Because Jin Sohyun had never had any great ambitions in the martial world, and he had believed that the Namgung Clan or the Martial Alliance would take care of the aftermath.

But.

That complacency at that ti.

Had co back as a disaster.

And it had beco a very large fire, burning what Jin Sohyun had, and was trying to burn.

“That person is strong. And he also knows about you, Young Master…”

Crack—!!

Namgung Seoru was greatly surprised to see the ground that Jin Sohyun was standing on sink and crack.

‘He hadn’t lost his martial arts. Then as expected…’

The man in black who had appeared at the Four Daoist Assembly was indeed Jin Sohyun.

This joy was also for a mont, and Namgung Seoru could feel a hot anger and sadness from Jin Sohyun that she had never seen before.

A strong anger that made it difficult to approach burst out.

‘It’s hot.’

As if the emotions that had been suppressed had exploded.

The energy flowing from Jin Sohyun’s body was very hot and intense.

‘What should I do about this?’

As Namgung Seoru was hesitating, not knowing what to do with Jin Sohyun, soone appeared.

With the sound of rustling footsteps, a woman with blue eyes appeared.

She approached the angry Jin Sohyun without hesitation.

The pressure that was pressing down on her body made it difficult to even breathe, but the woman did not stop.

And finally, the woman who had stood in front of Jin Sohyun reached out her hand and placed her palm on his forehead.

Swoosh—!

As the cold energy cooled his forehead, Jin Sohyun raised his head.

In front of his eyes, Cheon Yerang’s face was seen.

“Should I have left so of the Cold Condensing Snow Ginseng?”

At the sight of Cheon Yerang asking with an expressionless face, Jin Sohyun’s anger slowly subsided.

“Phew…”

As he cald his emotions, the energy of Jin Sohyun that had covered the surroundings was lifted.

“Was it helpful.”

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to co to my senses.”

Cheon Yerang said, taking her hand away.

“I also don’t like being indebted.”

“Indebted?”

Cheon Yerang, who had nodded her head, stepped back, bowed her head in a nod, and then turned around.

Jin Sohyun, who was watching the departing Cheon Yerang, had a face that said he didn't know the reason.

“Was Miss Cheon ever indebted to ?”

While Jin Sohyun was expressing his question, Cheon Yerang, who had moved away from him, stroked her neck with her fingertips.

The scar that had ford in the past touched her fingertips.

At that ti, when she was about to give up her life for the sake of the White Moon Palace.

What had saved her was the beautiful lody of a daegeum that had blown in like the wind from sowhere.

“With this… I must have repaid a little, right?”

A faint smile appeared on Cheon Yerang’s expressionless face.

For the first ti.

***

“The situation is not good.”

“It’s not just not good. The branch was directly attacked… and the disciples died.”

The future of the righteous martial world, which should have been protected more preciously than anyone else.

The disciples of the Four Daoist Daoist Temples had lost their lives.

If it hadn't been for Kang Cheon’s help, there would have been no survivors.

Yeom Yoa covered her face with both hands.

“The leader of the n in black with the fist guards was not only outstanding in martial arts… but he seed to know in advance that I would be there.”

The Whip Demon Sword, Yeom Yoa.

Her flexible sword was not as strong as it was flexible.

The leader of the n in black, as if knowing this, had grabbed Yeom Yoa’s flexible sword with his fist guard and had broken it.

What this ant was.

“It ans that they already know the weaknesses of the masters.”

Yeom Yoa raised her head.

Although she had been defeated, she was a master of the righteous path and the master of a Four Daoist Daoist Temple.

A sword that does not break easily.

“The Blue Dragon and the White Tiger have to join forces.”

“I also agree. And more than anything…”

What Gwak Myeong was concerned about was the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon, Ma Seongun, who had faced Kang Cheon.

‘That bastard fought on par with Great Master Kang, who is one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains, and even… created a wound on Great Master Kang’s body.’

Even if it was a small scratch, what it ant was by no ans small.

The Five Great Masters of the Central Plains were such beings.

Without considering the righteous or heretic path, the type of martial arts, or age.

The Five Great Masters of the Central Plains were selected based on the single criterion of strength.

In other words, they were the strongest martial artists in the Central Plains.

But Ma Seongun possessed a power comparable to the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains at a young age, where he could be considered a late-stage prospect.

Gu Yong approached Gwak Myeong, who was sitting with a serious face.

Gwak Myeong, seeing him sit in an empty chair, asked.

“How is Great Master Kang?”

“The wound is not deep, but he has to focus on treatnt for the ti being.”

“Hmm…”

“And Great Master Kang told

a strange story.”

“A strange story?”

Kang Cheon was not a person who would say useless things.

That’s why everyone looked at Gu Yong with a puzzled gaze.

Gu Yong looked at the table with deep eyes as if he were lost in thought, and then opened his mouth in the silence.

“It seems the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon can… steal the martial arts of the person he kills.”

Even after Gu Yong’s words ended.

Silence continued among the martial artists.

And then, Jeokmyeon rushed in and said.

“There’s a big problem!”

Was there a bigger problem than this?

Gwak Myeong, with a frown due to his complicated head, said.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the wanderers!”

“Wanderers?”

Jeokmyeon, who had nodded his head, trembled his lips with a pale face.

“To Honggang… the wanderers are gathering!”

(End of Chapter)