Chapter 980

Episode 980Create a space (5)

When Yeonhojeong arrived near the battlefield, the fight was already nearing its conclusion.

I came quickly because I wanted to save at least one more person, but when I got there, there was no need to intervene. This was because the Murim Alliance forces were overwhelming the Soroeumsa forces.

‘What Pang Dae-ho said is correct.’

Soroeumsa was greatly shocked by the fact that there was a master in the midfield who could compete with Nagakroe. That alone was enough to shake their morale, and even in a situation where the troops were decreasing, Nagak-roe did not come.

Furthermore, the enemy’s wave offensive was so efficient and powerful that there was no way to stop it.

Morale was once broken due to the absence of the highest leader of the Soreumsa Temple.

That was the end of the game. However, the offensive power of the leader candidates and the two combat units was too outstanding to say that it was all thanks to Yeonhojeong.

‘good.’

It was only a question of how many casualties there would be for our troops. From the beginning, for the Murim Alliance troops, this was a battle based on the premise of victory.

Suddenly, Yeon Ho-jeong’s gaze landed on Dang Sang-ah.

Clap la la rock!

Movement as if possessed.

‘amazing. There has been tremendous progress?’

That level of martial arts is equivalent to silence.

In particular, those quick and fluid movements seemed freer than those at the party before entering the martial arts stage. He was swinging the red dagger in his hand filled with poison, as if a Rakshasa wearing a human mask was laughing and dismembering the prey in sight.

It was a great way to kill someone. Although he looked like a martial artist from the Tang family, he seemed to be wearing clothes that fit him perfectly.

‘It is a top-notch martial arts skill. Like Tang Sang-a, the martial arts itself is excellent.’

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

‘Within twenty years at the most, the best female master in the history of the party may emerge.’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes scanned the leader candidates one by one.

What caught my eye right away was Ogumun. The master and apprentice Jong-ri-baek decisively and intuitively demonstrated the martial arts he used when competing with Yeon Ho-jeong, and the excitement was enough to thrill even the viewer.

‘True soul believer… His greatness was achieved long ago. All that remains is enlightenment. ‘I didn’t know you had such aggressive tendencies.’

Next is Namgoongpyo.

‘good. not bad. He is one of the calmest men on the battlefield. It’s a fight to protect rather than to build merit. It must not have been an easy choice.’

He gave me a bigger surprise than the two people, Tang Shang and Wu Guwen.

Yeon Ho-jeong didn’t know much about Nam Gung-pyo, but she knew well that his confidence was too much and led to conceit.

It was surprising that a person who used to live with such arrogance before his personal character would fight to protect his allies rather than trying to take credit for capturing more enemies.

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Sword Emperor Namgung Seung was a true swordsman with a completely different personality from the Namgung clans he had seen.

However, it would have been difficult for even the sword emperor revered by everyone to bring his grandson to his senses. Right now, Namgoongpyo was well over 30, and for someone who has once hardened his mind, whether in a good or bad way, to shed his past and face change is as difficult as mastering high-level martial arts.

Whether he himself had attained enlightenment or the teachings of Namgung Seung were certain, the current Namgung Pyo was clearly showing himself as a full-fledged martial artist of the right faction.

‘People can change…’

Yeon Ho-jeong suddenly realized as she looked at Nam Gung-pyo.

That he, too, has changed.

He was busy being jealous of others without even looking into his own potential. After his family collapsed, he went out into the world, met his teacher, and later committed himself to the dark path, where he was reborn as a completely different person and has come to this day.

Nevertheless, he believed that people do not change easily. If that incident hadn’t happened in the first place, he would have felt defeated for the rest of his life and would have died as an ordinary person.

Considering that, Namgoongpyo’s change could easily be called a surprise. Because he was a flower that grew up with the expectations of his father and other family members, being praised as a genius all his life.

In addition, even his ugly younger brother would openly insult him in front of others, so it was difficult to hear people say that he had a good temperament even with empty words.

He gave up his greed for the sake of his allies and showed off such beautiful sword skills.

‘Was Moyong-gun like that too?’

It is unknown what prompted Prince Moyong to change his mind.

What matters is that he has changed. You can’t be sure unless you see it in person, but it was an encounter I was looking forward to all the more.

finally.

‘older brother.’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes wavered.

Tang Sang-Ah and Wu Gu-Mun advance like assault leaders and drive back the enemy, while Zhuge Jun stands behind them and coordinates the front line, while Peng Da-Ho and Nam Gung-Pyo attack and focus on defense.

The Daeryongdan and the Changryongdan were putting pressure on the enemy, using formation methods suited to each organization.

If you look at these things alone, it looks as if they are using random tactics. And the reason why they were able to overwhelm the monks of Soroeumsa Temple with such seemingly sloppy tactics was because Mo Yong-woo, as the commander, was excellent at managing his troops.

‘It’s really amazing.’

They can run directly to the front and kill the enemy, or they can retreat to the rear like a ghost and join the defense.

At the same time, because he had a view of the entire battlefield, he was issuing orders before a vulnerable point was created to close any holes in his tactics.

The person who led aggressive tactics on the battlefield was Zhuge Jun, but the person who looked at the overall picture and drew the picture was Mo Yong-wu.

The title of general was literally meaningless. It was a frightening ability to freely manipulate this large number of troops as desired without revealing oneself.

‘It looks shabby, but it’s actually in extremely excellent shape. ‘Under my brother’s overwhelming tactical plan, it is being operated more efficiently than any other formation method.’

In other words, such a free-spirited formation is possible thanks to the presence of one Mo Yong-woo.

If it weren’t for Mo Yong-woo, they would have had to charge with a more angled and solid formation. Since they would have collided head-on, there would naturally have been many casualties.

‘That’s amazing.’

I know better than anyone else that Mo Yong-woo is an outstanding talent. He probably knows the most about Mo Yong-woo, along with Mo Yong-gun, in the entire martial arts world.

But I felt like I knew a lot, but I didn’t really know it.

‘If that’s the case…’

It’s not because the tactics and strategies are excellent.

In order to demonstrate tactical planning in such a formation, it is not enough to have outstanding individual ability.

It is a form that would be difficult to demonstrate without Mo Yong-woo, but if everyone did not have trust in Mo Yong-woo, even if he had the ability, he would not be able to display it.

‘Be the next leader.’

Oh Gu-moon, the only disciple of Emperor Zhong Libaek.

Dang Sang-ah, a Sichuan Dang family woman who is said to be the best in terms of pride.

Namgungpyo, the eldest son of the world’s greatest swordsman, was a man of arrogance.

Peng Dae-ho, the eldest son of a famous family in Hebei, famous for his daring spirit.

Even Jegal Jun, the head of the Zhuge family, which is said to be home to the best minds in the martial arts world.

Each of the unique and formidable geniuses voluntarily follows Mo Yong-woo. The geniuses, who could never be made to follow through force, put aside their pride and made Mo Yong-woo their leader.

Regardless of martial arts and tactics, that is Mo Yong-woo’s true power. The charm of Mo Yong-woo, who had not been shown properly until now, but was slowly beginning to look at the world directly, was moving toward completion.

‘also.’

Confidence appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong’s face.

‘I saw the person correctly.’

After a while.

Puhwaak!

Queen Yan of Tang Shang’er blew off the head of the last remaining monk.

She looked back at Mo Yong-woo.

When Mo Yong-yu nodded, Tang Sang-ah smiled brightly and held up the Queen Yan Feather.

“I won!”

“Wow!”

The warriors’ shouts seemed to echo beyond the small plain and throughout Shanxi.

A day after the fight ended.

“Whoa, I’m out of my mind.”

Mo Yong-woo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Winning the battle was not the end.

It may be okay if there are one or two bodies, but if this many rotting corpses, disease can spread. Although the people’s family is quite far away, they don’t know about people’s affairs.

The corpses of the monks were buried along with the intact warriors, and items that seemed important were taken as trophies.

Furthermore, they took care of the injured warriors and transported those who were seriously injured to a nearby Murim League branch.

The process took a full day.

“Here you go.”

Mo Yong-woo, who was leaning his tired body on the hilt of a sword and looking at the sky, suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a bowl of steaming meat porridge.

It was Dang Sang-ah.

Mo Yong-woo looked around at the resting warriors.

“Isn’t it enough?”

“It’s ample. “I think I can hold out long enough until I get to the branch.”

“hmm.”

I thought there would be a shortage of food, but that wasn’t the case.

It was because of the dead warriors.

Five hundred monks were annihilated, but at the same time, thirty people from the Changryongdan and fifty from the Great Dragondan were killed.

The number of those who were seriously injured and transported to the branch was fifty, and the number of those who left with them as transporters was also fifty.

Excluding those who went to the branch, there were 80 people missing, so there had to be plenty of food.

Mo Yong-woo, who received the bowl, looked at the warriors with distraught eyes.

Although they were eating together, laughing and talking, the fatigue and depression on their faces did not disappear.

Their faces were filled with the joy of victory, the sadness of losing a comrade, and extreme fatigue. The reason they were still laughing and talking was because they were trying to gain strength in their own way.

“It’s not because of Confucius Mo Yong.”

Mo Yong-Woo looked at Tang Sang-Ah.

Tang Sang-Ah shook her head resolutely.

“They are all people who know honor and the way of warriors. “I can’t help but feel sad, but I also know that the fault is not the leader’s.”

“It’s the leader’s fault.”

“Confucius Mo Yong.”

“Even if unimaginable circumstances arise and my people inevitably suffer misfortune, it is the leader’s fault. Especially when it’s a battle.”

“But… I can’t endure it like that.”

“So I guess just anyone can take the position of leader.”

Tang Sang-ah looked into Mo Yong-wu’s face.

Even though it was complicated, his strength did not decrease. Like steel that gets harder the more it is beaten, there was a giant there who looked at the world with eyes that seemed much more intense than before.

Tang Sang-ah smiled.

“Look strong enough to take on the position of leader.”

Mo Yong-woo smiled bitterly.

“Since this is the position I am in, I have no choice but to handle it somehow, right?”

“Now sit down. “Let’s have a leisurely meal for the first time in a while.”

Tang Sang-ah forced Mo Yong-wu to sit down and eat together. It was a quiet meal without much conversation, but it was hard to find any awkwardness.

A warm smile appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong’s face as he watched the two people, leaning against a tree in the distance. It was because the two people seemed close.

“How come you look so happy?”

Yeon Ho-jeong shrugged his shoulders at Jegal Jun’s words that had come before he knew it.

“It feels good just to see good men and good women caring for each other.”

“You’re quite old for that, aren’t you?”

“done. “I still have a lot of work to do.”

“That’s the same for those two.”

“Isn’t it true that Zhuge Dynasty teaches you how to speak before learning strategy and tactics?”

“Does this sound like a horse’s foot? “Isn’t your brother the best martial arts practitioner?”

“What are you doing?”

Zhuge Jun handed over a bowl of porridge.

“Please eat. “You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”

“Oh, that’s good. “Is there enough quantity?”

“Up to four bowls are fine.”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled and ate the porridge.

Zhuge Jun, who was quietly looking at him, asked cautiously.

“I’m sorry you’re eating, but may I ask you something?”

“Did you bring me food to cheer me up?”

“Brother, if you have mental strength, there is nothing to pretend about.”

“You’ve really grown up a lot.”

“Iknow, right.”

“So, what are you so curious about?”

“It may be a little unexpected…”

“So what?”

Zhuge Jun’s eyes sparkled.

“What kind of person is your Majesty the Emperor?”