Chapter 221

Episode 221 Who wants to say who they are?

That evening.

I practiced martial arts in the mountains away from my residence. Even after being expelled from the church, he devoted himself to training whenever he had time.

Looking at me like that, the Poison King gave me a suspicious look at first, wondering if it was just training for show, but soon, seeing me not wasting any time between sessions, he shook his head and said he was poisonous. Could it be that the practice I was doing was ordinary practice?

Only when people change can martial arts change.

This is one of the extremes of Muhak in my opinion, but there is one condition. The point is that even while a person is trying to change, he or she must practice martial arts until he or she dies. If the mind comes first and the training does not follow, even if the person changes, the martial arts will not change.

First, I practiced the Byeokryeok Suraquan, then I practiced the Wind God Four Treasures, and I did not miss the Bicheon Sword Technique.

In the end, I trained a mixture of these three martial arts. When you encounter a truly powerful enemy, how effectively you use these three martial arts skills will be the key to victory or defeat.

As the inner power increased with the Mandokjigeuk Shindan, its quality also changed. I feel like my inner energy has become deeper and more pure. As a result, even when using the same amount of internal energy, the power became stronger.

Finally, I finished my training by standing on a high rock and watching the sunset.

* * *

After finishing a bout of training, Geomgeuk stopped by Jeojat Street.

The place he entered was the home of an old woman who was said to be the most dexterous in the town.

“Are you done?”

“It’s done here. “How is it?”

Sword Dancer smiled after seeing what the old woman was holding out.

“Very good.”

After paying the promised price, Geommugeuk left there and

returned to his residence, where he headed to the Poison King’s room.

The Poison King was pacing the room alone, lost in thought. Then, as if something occurred to him, he ran to his desk and picked up a brush.

I was writing down what came to mind, but I got stuck again so I got up and walked around the room. Then I fell into deep thought alone again. Then suddenly he runs over and writes something down.

“Are you asleep yet?”

When the sword dance came in, he closed the booklet he was writing in.

“It’s late at night, what happened?”

“I came because I have something to give you.”

Geommugeuk presented to him what the author had created.

It was a pair of gloves.

“What is this?”

At first glance, it was a glove that gave off something unusual.

“These are gloves made from blood-poisonous silk.”

The Poison King was surprised.

“Pidogcheon Jamsa?”

Blood poison cloth jamsa was a cloth that was incomparably more effective than ordinary green blood gloves in blocking poison. If Geukpumcheonjamsa was strong against external shocks, this Pidogcheonjamsa was resistant to poison.

“Where did you get this precious thing?”

“I found it in a secret warehouse in the Earth. The author entrusted the work to an old woman with the greatest dexterity to make gloves. Try it on. “They are made in the same size as the gloves you wore in Cheondokgrim, so they will probably fit well.”

The green cloth that wrapped the fake Geukpum Yapyeongju was Pidokcheon Jamsa. In order to protect the energy of the Ten Thousand Poisonous Geuksindan within the night pearl, it was wrapped in blood poisonous silk silk. The deceased, who hid the Mandojigeukshindan in Yamyeongju, must have been a person who built his family through poison.

“Why are you giving me this precious thing?”

“Because it’s precious. “It’s even more strange that the Poison King has never had anything like this.”

“Did you see the master pen covering the brush?”

“Because brushes don’t kill people. “Be sure to use this the next time you deal with poison.”

And I gave him the remaining cloth as well.

“I brought the rest separately because I thought the Poison King might use it for his own use.”

Geommugeuk generously handed him the remaining Blooddokcheon Jamsa and then turned around.

“Then go to sleep. “We will leave early tomorrow.”

Geommugeuk said hello and left the room.

It happened so haphazardly that the Poison King couldn’t even say thank you properly.

He looked down blankly at the gloves and cloth. Then something caught my eye. There were letters embroidered on the gloves.

On the back of one glove’s hand.

Heaven and earth (天上天下).

On the other glove.

Self-respect for children.

It was Yoo Dok-jon who changed the original character Holo (獨) to Dok Dok (毒).

A feeling of emotion flashed across the Poison King’s face.

It was his dream to become independent. And he never revealed that dream to others. He had never even told the merchant marines who helped him the most.

In the end, the Poison King shook his head and said.

“Everyone suffered this despite knowing it. “It is truly a poison with no cure.”

But he could never hide the pleasant emotion that passed through his eyes.

* * *

“It’s coming.”

The Sado Alliance sent warriors to be used in experiments for the purpose of fighting against the enemy. They were all imprisoned in the apostolic prison. They went so far beyond the line that even the Apostolic League was imprisoned, making them truly the world’s most disgraceful servants.

“What are your plans for arrival?”

“It will take about twenty days.”

“Too late! You go and get him as quickly as possible. “No matter what you do, come within 10 days!”

“All right.”

The subordinate ran outside.

The subordinates who received orders faithfully performed their duties. Except that he missed the fact that he was being watched by someone.

* * *

Ten days later.

“Aaaah!”

A man was going crazy. He was bleeding from his eyes and nose.

Jindo Geosa, who was watching this, sighed again.

Of the seven remaining test subjects, even the last one failed. No matter how many different herbal combinations were used, side effects could not be prevented.

The problem was tolerance.

At first, one pill was enough to get the effect, but the more I took it, the more I developed tolerance and had to take larger doses. As the amount increased, side effects began to occur. Currently, this happens to one in hundreds of people who overdose, but as the number of people who develop tolerance gradually increases, it could become one in dozens. Then, Moorim will be in chaos.

At that time, a subordinate came and reported.

“The new people to be used in the experiment have arrived.”

“How many people?”

“There are twenty people.”

Jindokgeosa came out with his subordinates.

There were two large wagons standing in the yard, and prisoners were getting out of them. The carriage had no windows. It was carried like a piece of luggage. Moreover, they even had black sacks on their heads. Since even his inner strength had been suppressed, the frustration must have been indescribable.

The warriors went and removed the sacks from their heads. The prisoners looked around. The spirit of the warriors surrounding them was unusual, but no one was scared.

And as always, there were about 20 people who had gathered together, so of course there were some who came forward without fear.

“You bastards! “I am Yang Hong, the Blood Death!”

He was once a notorious villain in the Sapa martial arts community.

“No matter how morally poor a person is, is it okay to treat a senior like this?”

He was so angry that he was carried like a piece of luggage. Moreover, their hardships were indescribable since they covered a distance that would have originally taken 20 days in 10 days.

Since there were not enough people for the experiment, complaints of this level could be ignored.

But he wasn’t lucky. Even several bad lucks overlapped.

First of all, Jindokgeosa was in a bad mood because he had failed another experiment, and Aecha was watching this from the other side.

And the last bit of bad luck was that his nickname included a snake.

Jindo Geosa walked towards him.

“You are the famous blood doctor.”

“Yes, it is me. Who the hell are you?”

“This is who I am.”

Jindokgeosa waved his hand.

At that time everyone was looking at what they were doing.

“Aaaahhh!”

Suddenly, the bloodthirsty screamed.

He couldn’t bear the pain and rolled around on the floor. It was not a pain that humans could endure.

Although most of the people present had committed all kinds of evil deeds, it was the first time I had seen someone suffer this much. I couldn’t even imagine what was going on inside his body.

“Kill me... please!”

The words came out of the blood monk’s mouth asking for death.

Jindo Geosa looked down at him coldly.

The blood monk begged.

“...Kill me!”

Jindokgeosa waved his hand again.

Then the blood warrior’s body began to melt. With one light gesture, a person turns to blood and disappears. This was the skill of Sapa’s best soloist.

No one there dared even take a deep breath.

Jindo Geosa looked at the car from afar and bowed slightly in greeting. The attitude was polite, but the meaning was clear. If you behave like this, you too will become like this.

Then, Aechah snorted once as if to show off, and then turned to his own place.

Watching the back, Jindogeosa said with a satisfied smile.

“Is there anyone else who wants to tell us who they are?”

No one dared come forward.

But Jindogeosa never knew that at this moment, there was one person who wanted to reveal who he was.

The guards took the prisoners into the building.

Among those who were dragged away in fear were Geommugeuk and Dokwang.