What awaited us when we arrived with all our might was a horrific sight that we couldn't open our eyes to see.
Arms and legs lost by the owner of the corpse's blood…
If the scenery of Shaolin Temple that I captured with my eyes a year ago is a beautiful Taoyuan painting, what is unfolding before my eyes is a picture of hell.
'These crazy bastards.'
It is clear that they killed civilians and Murim people at random.
An old man with a red beard could be seen beyond the masked men fighting the monks of Shaolin Temple.
"The King of Fire…"
I asked, not taking my eyes off the old man.
"Do you know him?"
"I do not know."
"What about the monk underneath?"
"Awesome. He's the youngest priest of the great god. You've grown a lot since I haven't seen you
."
It seems that he has grown so much that he is over seventy years old.
At that moment, when we were speechless, the old man's burning gaze scanned us.
"Are you the only ones?"
Jeokcheongang replied in a nonchalant voice,
"What if?"
"Hehe, the old man has finally found a place to die."
"No matter how empty your head is, you have to say it right. It's not a place to die, it's a place to die. And that includes all of you."
The old man's eyebrows twitched,
"It's crazy. Nothing's changed."
"Nothing has changed? Have you ever run into an old lady?"
"I saw it once from afar. It's been a long time since I couldn't compete.
"What is your name?"
"Salt lake! The barbaric tiger is this body!"
"Yin-Yang Twin Ghosts? That's great. There's one more, so it's okay to kill him without having to capture him alive."
Jeokcheongang clicked his tongue,
"Anyway, you're a very lucky guy. I turned around with the Samdocheon in front of me."
"Is it really so?"
Flames gushed out of the old man's eyes. At the same time, his fist, which looks rough and hard like a rock, forms a fist.
I expected it enough, but that old man was also a master of transcendence. Even trained zealous guards with the same temperament as us.
"It came a lot sooner than I heard… but that doesn't change anything."
than you've heard?
At that moment, the thought of how the salt lake could have received information so quickly crossed my mind.
'Even if we had written a copy, we would have been faster.'
But the question had to be put to rest at this point. It was because the salt lake grabbed Hongcheon's head as if it were about to explode.
Blood flowed from the corner of the old monk's mouth, which was covered in blood.
"Cool cool cool."
"Do you want to save this middle man?"
"..."
I felt the strength go into the body of the Jeokcheongang.
The distance between Yeomho and us is about thirty.
Even if it is the Jeokcheongang, it is certain that Goongcheon's head will be crushed like tofu if he hastily ventured out.
"Can't I just put it down?"
I could feel the rage boiling like lava under the calm voice. Yeomho smirked and laughed.
"I heard that you have a close relationship with the Pope, but it seems to be true. Did he ask for a priest when he died?"
"King Dao was a wiser monk than anyone else. Not a name worthy of your filthy muzzle."
"If you look at it, you're already a loser. Are you trying to cross the Samdocheon by now?"
Jeokcheongang, who was staring at the salt lake with calm eyes, parted his lips.
"Go ahead."
"what?"
"I mean keep going. Did you think you could shake the old lady that much?"
"You fucking old bastard."
Yan Hu, whose face was flushed red, shook his head.
"Are you saying that it doesn't matter if this middle man dies!"
"Does not matter."
"What what?"
"It's a pity that we couldn't save him, but it was Shaolin, not the priest, that Guengdao asked the old lady."
At that moment, a huge amount of air power gathered in the hands of the Jeokcheongang .
Quickly taking shape, it was shot like an arrow.
Not to the salt lake, but to the masked people who were swinging their swords without a break.
Quaaaaaa!
The terrifying aggregate of air power emitted from Jeokcheongang's hand pierced their center. It ran rampant like a starving fire dragon, consuming and burning everything it touched.
Roaring!
For the first time, emotions came to mind in the insensitive eyes of the guys revealed above the mask.
It was just fear and pain.
"Quiaa!"
"Aaaagh!"
Flames rise with a terrible scream.
Dozens of guys staggering away with burning bodies. There were also dozens of people who had already stopped breathing.
The guidance of the monks and the captain flew through the whole body of the masked people who stopped at the sight.
"It's not over yet!"
"Drive out the villains!"
Shh shh shh! Awesome!
Jeokcheongang, who instantly overturned the situation that was concentrated in inferiority, glared at the salt lake with cool eyes.
"If you're going to kill me, kill me. Otherwise, put it down nicely. Don't be a bear cub foolishly imitating a fox."
"What a dog-like old man!"
The nettle juice
salt lake imitated a fox until the end.
At the same time as they hurled a roaring stream at us, they rushed close behind it.
It was clear that he intended to exploit the loophole by using the body of Gouqian as a shield.
– You take charge of the gongcheon.
A consonant sound that pierces your ears.
Jeokcheongang and I kicked the ground without saying who was first. Four new models shooting at each other.
I accepted Hongcheon's body, and Jeokcheongang jumped over Hongcheon and attacked the fox or bear hiding behind it.
Kwaaaaang!
I surrendered myself to the wind pressure that swayed along with the terrifying collision.
I slipped about 20 sheets and laid my head on the nearby grass. Then, he jumped toward the two transcendent masters who were exchanging fierce battles.
Of course, it wasn't Yeomho who was just watching with a smile.
"bloke!"
Shrilyric Puck!
Knees blocking the log-thick feet throb.
But that's it.
climax and climax. It was a gap that could not be filled no matter how much luck followed, but to me, not luck, but heavenly luck.
The luck of the system.
'It's worth dealing with.'
One-on-one is impossible, but Yeomho is in a difficult situation even dealing with Jeokcheongang.
The old man's only mistake was that he underestimated the existence of me.
"Confiscated dentures for four months."
Yeom-ho's face turned red as if it were going to burst at my grinning face.
"You blue bastard!"
"This bright yellow old man!"
"Aagh!"
The salt lake that shook off the Jeokcheon River howled and rushed at it.
"I will kill you first!"
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
One that is incomparable to be strong. If I get hit with Kwon Kang's attack with my bare body, I can't be safe either.
Taking a step back, he grabbed the white flame from his back and swung it.
bang!
The fist stopped with a roar. Yeomho's eyes widened to the size of a lantern.
"Perennial?"
"As expected, expensive weapons are the best. Isn't that right, Noya?"
Jeokcheongang did not answer. Instead, his copy, dyed blue and white, was flying toward the salt lake.
Kwak!
The earth shook with a roar. Two fists met exactly, but the bones of one fist were crushed and charred black.
Yeomho muttered with a bewildered face.
"How?"
"Did you think that all of them were the same because they learned to cook yeolyanggi?"
indifferent voice. However, there is lava in the eyes of Jeokcheongang.
A heat incomparable to the flames of salt lakes radiated from his body and pressed all around.
Yeomho murmured like a moan.
"The King of Fire…"
"Yes. Nobu is Yeolhwamun's 17th successor, the King of Fire Jeokcheongang."
"This is nonsense… cool!"
I vomited blood and threw myself at the salt lake where
I was trying to escape.
Kwajik!
The strong strike of the foot breaks the top of his foot and digs deep into the ground. Blood splattered from the teeth of the salt lake along with moans of pain.
In the next moment, there were two flashes of light piercing his stomach.
Wedge love!
The power is as different as the difference in realm, but the name of the martial art is the same.
'The Divine Right of Extinction.'
Fuck!
The strength of self-defense that wrapped around the whole body like iron armor was broken. A fountain of blood gushed from the open mouth of the salt lake.
"Queueek!"
It's the same transcendent master, but the difference was huge.
Jeokcheongang looked down at Yeomho, who was gasping for breath with serious internal injuries, with cool eyes.
"Your luck ends here."
"Cool. Now wait a minute."
"There is no reason or time for that."
"I will tell you everything! that's right! Amcheon! Everything about Amcheon
"Didn't Nobu tell you? Don't imitate a fox."
Shiiik Puck!
There was not even an inch of hesitation in Jeokcheongang's hands. The new model of the salt lake, which had lost its head, stumbled and collapsed onto a puddle of blood.
I said, wiping the blood from my face.
"Wouldn't it have been better to keep him alive?"
"You never give important secrets to a fool as stupid as a bear."
"But…"
"The bear is dead, so now we have to catch the fox."
Jeokcheongang turned his head along with an incomprehensible word. An old man stood tall and staring at us from a hundred feet away, holding a
short staff glowing green in his hand
.
"Yumgwi (陰鬼) Hansoo. Next is him." The next moment
,
as if he had understood his words, Hansoo's new model was launched at a dazzling
speed
.
I recognized it at first sight. The King of Fire, Jeokcheongang.
Of course, I didn't expect that the monster, who is said to be the first among the Ten Kings, would come so soon.
But who is the other young guy?'
I suddenly had such a question, but I quickly erased it.
The identity of the young bastard is not important. The important thing is that Yeomho, who had an equal footing with him, died at the hands of them.
'A idiot. you.'
He and I met for the first time during the Daejeon Jeongma and have been together for decades, but they are not bloody brothers who have made a resolution to enter the Dowon. Hansu did not intend to die with Yeomho at the same time
.
The mission has been completed. The chrysoprase in hand is proof of that. If you go to the designated place and make contact with 'him'… you can definitely survive. 'He is a master that even the King of Fire cannot defeat
.
' If that happens, I will avenge you.'
Hansoo's face stiffened as the hand holding the chrysoprase was strong
.
Another energy that is getting closer. This time, it's not from the back, but from the front.
At first, I thought it was the reinforcements of the political faction, Murim, but this time, I felt only one energy. The momentum wasn't too strong.
"Damn it. Things are twisted. 'If you get caught even for a moment, you could be caught by the King of Fire.
It was that moment when Hansoo, biting his lip hard, squeezed even the strength he had been sucking on to break through the grass.
"ah!"
A face stained with exultation and joy.
No emotion could compare to the relief of being alive from the edge of death.
Hansoo called 'him' with a voice full of joy.
"Blood Lord!"
* * *
Jeokcheongang and I stopped at the same time as if we had made an appointment.
Hansoo, who had grown from a runaway runaway to a powerful predator, was waiting for us.
"Those guys! The king of fire, the old man and the young man to kill killed the salt lake!"
No, Hansoo is not a predator. He is just a fox with the strength of a tiger on his back.
The true predator is that guy standing quietly next to Hansoo.
But Jeokcheongang was different. He asked with a stiff face.
"who are you?"
"Your enemy."
The young man smiled and spoke.
"That is also the enemy who killed the most precious friend."
…what?