Record of the Dragon Chapter 52

"No!"

Myung Jin did not retreat a single step against Johwasim.

So Moogyeol, who was frozen stiff at the sight, swallowed hard. Zhuge Yeon nudged So Moogyeol's arm.

"Why?"

So Moogyeol, who had opened his mouth reflexively, quickly looked at Johwasim and watched his mood.

Fortunately, Johwasim did not seem to care.

So Moogyeol looked back at Zhuge Yeon with dissatisfied eyes.

However, Zhuge Yeon did not reply. Instead, she just mouthed her words.

'Se... ct...? Sect... Lea... der...? Sect Leader! Sect Leader!'

So Moogyeol, who had noticed Zhuge Yeon's intention, his eyes flashed. And then, holding his breath as much as possible, he stepped back.

Cheon Youngyoung, who had noticed So Moogyeol's movent, took a step forward to block him. However, Zhuge Yeon shook her head and stopped her.

Although Cheon Youngyoung had a question, she had no choice but to postpone it for now at the sound of Johwasim's voice, which was heard again.

"I said move."

"I can't..."

Before Myung Jin could finish his words, Gongson Do quickly intervened.

"Didn't you promise? That you would let him see that guy after half a month. Hurry up and move."

However, Myung Jin did not even budge.

"I have never made such a promise."

"What did you say?"

Gongson Do's face contorted. However, Myung Jin had nothing to be ashad of.

It was Myung Jin, who did not say things he could not take responsibility for in the first place. Although he had said that he expected it to be about half a month, he had never made it clear.

Myung Jin looked straight at Gongson Do.

"Think carefully. I have never made such a promise."

"Th-this brat..."

Gongson Do's face turned red and blue. Johwasim waved his hand.

"That's enough."

"But Senior Brother..."

"I said that's enough."

Gongson Do's face was still full of dissatisfaction. However, he did not have the courage to disobey Johwasim's words. Gongson Do let out a groan and took a step back.

Johwasim looked at Myung Jin again. The light and dark of his clear pupils had faded a little.

"I'll say it one last ti. Move."

However, it was a useless statent. It was because if Myung Jin had had the intention to retreat, he would have retreated long ago.

"No... hup!"

Myung Jin, who was shaking his head, urgently sucked in a breath and turned his head. It was because a black shadow had suddenly covered Myung Jin's face.

Thwack!

Johwasim's palm strike hit the air. Myung Jin had narrowly avoided Johwasim's palm strike.

"Hoo."

Johwasim was purely admiring. The Taieul Secret Palm of Mount Hua was famous for its lack of presence, so if he launched a surprise attack like now, even masters of the sa generation had difficulty avoiding it.

But Myung Jin, who had not even reached the age of twenty, had avoided it, so he could not help but be surprised.

However, that feeling was also for a mont, and as Myung Jin's fist aid for his vital points, Johwasim's face hardened.

"Insolent!"

Johwasim retrieved his palm strike and pressed down on Myung Jin's fist. Although it was a simple motion, if the opponent was Johwasim, the story was different. A considerable amount of force was contained. Myung Jin's fist fell helplessly. However, Johwasim rather his brow furrowed.

'The rebound force...'

The resistance was much weaker than Johwasim had expected. It was not just that, it was almost non-existent.

At that mont, Myung Jin's arm moved gently like a wave, pulling Johwasim's hand and then flicking it up. Johwasim's hand fell helplessly. It was so exquisite that it could be said that the Tai Chi Fist had reached its peak. As if he had been waiting, Myung Jin threw his fist three tis.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

However, Johwasim still used only one hand and deflected all three of Myung Jin's fists.

Johwasim no longer showed any sign of agitation. Rather, he began to observe Myung Jin's movents with eyes full of curiosity.

'Hmm.'

He was decent for his age. As befitting a disciple of Wudang, his internal energy was pure, and his use of moves was also considerable.

The expression 'decent' was not enough, and perhaps he had almost no enemies in the sa generation.

However, his curiosity about Myung Jin was only up to this point.

It was because Johwasim also knew well that it was Moyong Gi who had brought Myung Jin's skills to this level.

His curiosity about Moyong Gi deepened a little more.

'First of all...'

Johwasim's purpose was Moyong Gi. There was no reason to waste ti on Myung Jin.

Johwasim's offensive changed. Johwasim's palm force, which had been secretive but had given a sowhat calm feeling, began to spread a blade-like sharpness. It was Johwasim's unique martial art, the Plum Blossom Divine Sword Palm.

"Hup!"

Myung Jin, who faced Johwasim's Plum Blossom Divine Sword Palm, urgently sucked in a breath.

It was because he felt a considerable pressure from the sharp palm force unique to the Plum Blossom Divine Sword Palm, which beca as sharp as a sword when the internal energy reached a certain level.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The palm force, which made a sound of cutting through the wind like a sword ki, was so sharp that it seed like it would draw blood if it grazed even a little.

Originally, the Plum Blossom Divine Sword Palm was a palm technique with countless changes that made it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

However, Johwasim did not find a reason to show all of that.

It was because even with just emitting palm force without any particular moves, Myung Jin could not handle it.

Myung Jin bit his lip.

'Damn it...'

It was a mistake. He should have drawn his sword from the beginning. As he got along with Moyong Gi, So Moogyeol, and the others, he had overlooked the fact that the opponent could also press down with force.

Whoosh!

He did not dare to receive it with the Tai Chi Fist.

It was so sharp that it felt like both his hands would be cut to pieces if he attacked carelessly. He needed a sword.

However, Johwasim was not a person with such a generous disposition.

Whoosh!

His cheek tingled. The feeling of blood flowing down made his spine chill.

No matter how strong a disposition Myung Jin had, he had no choice but to be intimidated, and naturally, his hands and feet beca dizzy.

And Johwasim, who had noticed Myung Jin's such state, pressed even harder.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two palm forces flew in from the left and right at the sa ti.

He urgently lowered his head and narrowly dodged Johwasim's palm force.

However, as he had forcefully dodged in a situation where his hands and feet were dizzy, his posture collapsed in an instant and he staggered.

It was not Johwasim who would miss that gap. Johwasim raised his palm strike and aid for Myung Jin's vital points.

Thwack!

Myung Jin, with his arms crossed, floated in the air and was pushed back a full zhang. And even after that, he had to retreat seven more steps before he could resolve Johwasim's force.

However, the expected pain did not follow. Although both his arms were unbearably tingling, they were still well attached. At the last mont, Johwasim had shown rcy in his hand.

Myung Jin, who had noticed that, endured the pain and cupped his hands.

"Thank you."

However, Myung Jin was no longer Johwasim's concern. Johwasim, without even giving Myung Jin a glance, approached the front of Moyong Gi's training room.

"D-damn it!"

Myung Jin, with a flustered face, quickly moved his body, but it was already too late. Johwasim roughly opened the door of the training room.

Crash!

Moyong Gi, who was sitting in a cross-legged position, flinched and opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

Johwasim, who had t Moyong Gi's eyes, opened his mouth first.

"Are you Moyong Gi?"

However, Moyong Gi could not reply to Johwasim's question.

Moyong Gi's gaze rapidly blurred, and he vomited blood.

"Ugh!"

***

'I-it's done!'

Moyong Gi finally let out a sigh of relief. It was because he had finally been able to finish absorbing the yin energy of the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus.

'A sixty-year cycle? A little less?'

His internal energy had almost doubled in an instant. This much was almost close to the internal energy he had before his return. He had caught up in just a few months to the level he had barely achieved after training for twenty years.

'Spiritual dicines are really good.'

This was why martial artists were crazy about spiritual dicines. It was because it was possible to buy ti with just money.

However, Moyong Gi's face contorted.

'I'm never doing this again!'

The fruit was certainly sweet. He had leaped over twenty years of ti. It was so sweet that it felt like his bones would lt.

However, it was an experience he never wanted to face again. It was because the process was seriously painful.

'I really thought I was going to die.'

The yin energy, as cold as the ten-thousand-year-old snow, froze the places it passed, and the yang energy, as hot as lava, set fire to them.

He had almost lost his mind dozens of tis a day at the feeling of dozens of blades scraping his ki and blood vessels.

It was not a pain that a human could endure.

If he had not experienced having his whole body cut to pieces in the Imperial Palace, he would never have been able to endure it.

'Damn it! They say even dog poop can be used as dicine. A strange thing like that helped.'

Moyong Gi, who was shaking his head, finally stretched.

"Ugh."

Although it was a light movent, Moyong Gi could clearly tell. His whole body was overflowing with strength. Moyong Gi, without realizing it, threw a punch.

Thwack!

Even without imbuing it with any particular internal energy, the air was torn. An uncontrollable energy surged. He felt like his body was lighter than before his return.

'I was always in pain back then.'

Although the absolute amount of internal energy did not reach that of those days, the days when he had a normal body condition were few enough to be counted on one hand.

Moreover, since he had lived with external and internal injuries, his body was always heavy.

Even when he had faced the emperor, he was far from being in a perfect body condition.

It was to the point where he thought that his current self might be able to beat his self from those days. That's how light his body was.

Moyong Gi, who was examining his body condition with a satisfied smile, suddenly his face contorted.

"By the way... why is it so noisy?"

It was noisy outside the training room. Moyong Gi, who was quietly catching the presence, tilted his head.

"One is Unseol, and the other is... surely!"

Moyong Gi's brow furrowed.

Except for Myung Jin and the others, he felt three presences, one was definitely Baek Unseol, and he didn't know who the other one was. However, the last presence was very familiar.

Moyong Gi caught Johwasim's presence at once.

"Did that bastard, Johwasim, eat sothing wrong?"

If not, there was no reason for Johwasim to personally look for him. If he had really wanted to see him, he would have sent soone to catch him. He had never imagined that Johwasim himself would move.

Moyong Gi scratched his head.

"This is really annoying."

The feeling of being about to fly from the increase in internal energy plumted in an instant. The thought of facing Johwasim made his annoyance surge. However, he was not worried at all. If it had been half a month ago, it would be one thing, but now, it was right for Johwasim to be worried.

"Aish. If I get angry, I'll just ram into him."

He had to go out for now. He was thinking of Myung Jin, not Johwasim.

It was obvious that with Myung Jin's personality, he would block Johwasim to the end. Since the difference in level was still considerable, it didn't seem like anything would happen even if he left him alone.

However, with Johwasim's personality, which was unpredictable, it was better to prevent uncertain things in advance.

However, Moyong Gi, who was dusting off his butt and standing up, his body flinched. It was because a single stream of internal energy that had flowed out from his dantian had begun to surge on its own.

"Huh? Why is this happening again?"

There was no ti to think. He quickly sat in a cross-legged position. It was because controlling the internal energy that was moving on its own was the priority.

Moyong Gi, who had taken a stance, drew out another stream of internal energy from his dantian and caught the tail of the internal energy that was moving on its own. Only then did the internal energy that was moving on its own flinch and stop its movent.

Moyong Gi let out a sigh without realizing it.

'I can't live because of this anxiety.'

At that mont, the two internal energies seed to flow down and then solidified into one. And then, without giving Moyong Gi a chance to be flustered, it went up along his ki and blood vessels. The internal energy, which had usually only moved below his neck, shot up to his philtrum at once.

'Th-this is!'

The Ren and Du ridians. An unexpected opportunity had co without him knowing.

'I can't get excited!'

Moyong Gi forcefully pressed down on his chest, which was about to swell up without him realizing it. And then, he held his breath. It was because it was an important mont.

As if his wish had been granted, the lump of internal energy that had been pushing up finally passed his brow and put the final gate in its range. If he just passed this gate, he would take the first step into a new realm of martial arts.

The mont Moyong Gi was holding his breath to endure the tension and swallowing hard, the door of the training room was roughly opened with a loud noise.

Crash!

Moyong Gi was startled and reflexively his eyes shot open.

"Huh?"

(End of Chapter)