Chapter 398

Chapter 398:

The leader said.

The direction of my enlightenment is not compatible with the Pokjammagong.

Unfortunately, it was an undeniable fact.

So what if it were the teacher and not me?

[The direction of training I decided was completely opposite to yours. If I had to find a word to express it, it would be diffusion, not condensation.]

Master was a person who learned the same martial arts as me, but took a different path.

It could also be said that the direction of martial arts that pursues a certain meaning is similar to that of religious doctrine.

Even if I used the same bomb attack, its efficiency would be significantly different from mine.

Absolutely! Quick!

White electric current brightly colored the world.

The dense internal energy built up through the White Lightning Divine Technique pushed out the demon energy of the religious leader and engulfed a vast area.

‘her.’

I couldn’t believe it when I saw it.

Master Ma was losing in the battle of momentum.

‘No matter how much strength you used up in your fight with me and you got injured.’

It was a rare sight.

I never thought I would see that monster being pushed by someone.

No matter how religious the leader was, he could not have imagined this situation.

Who would have imagined?

I think the Thunder King must have learned the art of bomb jumping magic from me.

“.......”

A breathtaking confrontation followed.

The atmosphere of the tilted battlefield became tense again.

The soldiers of the interception unit cheered at the emergence of hope that would overturn the hopeless war situation, while the demonic cultists appeared perplexed by the appearance of an unexpected variable.

The demonic leader and the teacher as well.

Neither side could move easily.

Unlike me, Master did not act impatiently due to limited time.

On the contrary, by calmly observing the opponent, I gained time to get used to the magic attack.

Teuong!

Master Ma, who realized this fact belatedly, made the first move.

As he stamped his feet, waves containing energy spread out in concentric circles.

The next moment, the spot where Master was standing exploded and dust rose up.

Kwakwakwak!

The teacher from my past life and the teacher from my current life clashed.

As soon as the fight began, the shouts of the soldiers of the interception unit, full of morale, resounded throughout the battlefield.

* * *

Master risked his life in this fight.

However, it meant that he strengthened his resolve in the face of a powerful enemy, and did not mean that he used the bomb attack even though he knew he would die.

[How are you feeling?]

[...First of all, it doesn’t look like you’re going to die.]

[I see.]

The question he asked earlier wasn’t about wanting to know the extent of my injuries.

The question was whether it was possible to withstand the surge in internal power caused by the operation of the bomber.

To put it simply, he wanted to get confirmation from me before using the bomb attack himself.

The teacher I knew was never a great person who would make his wife a widow.

‘Master, you have been training White Thunder Godgong for a much longer period of time than me.’

He knew better than anyone else about the fraudulent supernormal abilities of Baekrei Shingong.

That’s why I didn’t even dare to guess.

What is the level of performance of the body that has been created through decades of use of the White Thunder God’s Technique?

It was questionable whether the master’s blood vessels would be damaged due to the internal energy in the body boiling due to the Pokjam Demonic Gong.

Of course, Ma Gyoju was not an easy opponent.

Although it was possible to temporarily overpower it, if it was a long-term battle, the Master would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

In the end, expedients were just expedients.

Even if the teacher had the power of the Great Sea, he would not be able to hold out forever.

‘So what I have to do from now on is clear.’

Although the flow of internal energy was suppressed with Noeryeongjeomhyeol (雷靈點穴), the use of Pakjammagong was not interrupted.

In the first place, once the bombshell was used, it could not be stopped on its own even if it wanted to.

‘My body has already reached its limit.’

I could still move.

He could fight with a sword.

There was no need to say what losing one leg would mean to a warrior.

If he were an ordinary martial artist, he would have given up everything, thinking that his life as a martial artist was over.

But Muzon was different.

The most surprising thing was his ability to flexibly change his tactics according to the ever-changing situation.

Although it may have seemed hopeless, Mouzon adapted to his situation surprisingly quickly.

I checked my ankles to prevent blood from flowing and used all possible means to withstand waves of attacks from Cheonak’s army.

Mujon’s weapons are two long swords.

However, people in the world called him Mujon, not Dojon (刀尊).

His true value lay in his knack and foresight that came from his overwhelming combat experience.

Understand the opponent’s martial arts and take the most appropriate movement according to the location and situation.

‘Even if it rots, it’s of equal value.’

It was not for nothing that the world chose Joo Hwabaek as one of the strongest members of Baekdo martial arts.

Sigh!

The sword fell in a straight line and split the top of Cheonakgun’s head.

To be precise, it cut through the remnants he left behind.

“What are you going to do with that body?”

In the blink of an eye, Cheonakgun, who retreated to the side using the method of heteromorphic attack, aimed his burning palm at Yeonyun’s head.

Yeonsun countered it with his left hand, which was engulfed in brain energy.

‘now!’

The moment when the hands of two absolute masters touch.

Joo Hwa-baek dug into the gap between Cheonak-gun and slashed with his long sword.

Lord Cheonak’s eyes were distorted mercilessly.

‘This is crazy!’

I thought it was impossible for Joo Hwa-baek, who lost one leg, to perform a light attack.

That’s why I was able to show my back with peace of mind.

However, Artist Joo used his quick wit to make up for his shortcomings.

By shaping the prosthesis into the shape of a prosthetic leg, the center of gravity was corrected, even if only for a moment.

‘This is what happened!’

Cheonakgun raised his self-defense skills to protect his body and rotated the new model.

It was too late to block or avoid.

At best, we have no choice but to pay back the damage they suffered.

Wow!

A foot engulfed in fire energy dug into Hwabaek Joo’s abdomen.

The flesh burned away, leaving a black mark.

Cheonak-gun was also not safe.

I lost the use of one arm because the blade that dug deep into my sleeve cut my tendons.

“Ugh.”

Juhwabaek, who was lying on the ground, raised his head with a groan.

Puhak!

The price of doing something unreasonable was high.

The bleeding, which had stopped for a while, started again.

Blood flowed from the torn ankle.

“Are you okay?”

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

After giving a brief answer to Yeonsun’s question, he stood up using his long sword as support.

Conflict appeared on Prince Cheonak’s face.

Yeonsun noticed this and blurted out.

“Don’t roll your eyes. “I have no intention of letting you run away.”

“Who is running away?”

“Anyway, you can’t leave your body, right? “There is no way the Demon Cult leader would leave alone a traitor who ran away at a critical time.”

“.......”

“We are in a situation where there is no backing. “Whether it becomes porridge or rice, let’s finish it.”

thud!

The Cheonak army advanced.

The ground burned and flames soared.

A wall of fire surrounded the surroundings.

“OK. “I will do as you wish.”

Cheonakgun responded in a low voice and rushed towards Yeonsun.

Puhwaak!

Immediately after the sword and sword meet.

The fire wall was swept away by the storm and rose up like a pillar.