Return to the Volcano Episode 1748. It’s okay to call it a vent. (3)(1749/1753)
Episode 1748. It’s okay to call it a vent. (3)
That time.
“Ah, Amitabha Buddha… … .”
A pain-like displeasure leaked from Hyeyeon’s mouth.
‘What the hell is that?’
I couldn’t believe it when I saw the sight of thin tentacles coming out of the blood cultist’s wounds and waving in all directions. beast? No, it feels closer to an insect.
But how can something like that come out of a human body?
‘No, more than that…’ … .’
The place where the tentacle broke through was the area where his fist had hit. The darkened, dead flesh was regaining its color with the shaking of the earthworm-like tentacles.
What kind of harmony is this?
No matter how big the world is and how many strange and absurd magic tricks he does not know, it far exceeds the common sense of martial arts that he knows.
“Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha!”
I chanted several times to steady my trembling mind.
“Hehe… … .”
Meanwhile, the blood cultist in question slowly wiped away the blood that had just flowed from his lips and approached Hyeyeon. Hyeyeon took a step back without realizing it.
“Khaaaa!”
The blood cultist’s soft moans turned into screams. Blood cultists rushed in, radiating blood.
Hyeyeon bit her lower lip.
* * *
“W-what is that?”
The situation was not much different on the other side.
Jo Geol’s eyes were shaken with shock. It had to be that way since the arm he had cut off was back in place.
“Ugh… … . Damn it.”
Jo Geol covered her mouth with her left hand.
The sight of tentacles connecting arm to arm was so bizarre that even Jo Geol, who prided herself on being brave, groaned. The physiological disgust was intense.
‘The cut area sticks again?’
It’s not just the arms. Those ugly tentacles are writhing on its long, split sides. They say that whatever you cut will stick again, so how on earth can you deal with guys like that?
“no… … .”
“Calm down.”
At that time, Yu Iseol’s cold voice pierced my ears.
“Accident, ha, but… … .”
“Hexcraft is vast, to begin with. “So much so that we don’t know everything.”
There is no way to disagree with this statement. I’ve never even heard of anything like that in my life, let alone seen it.
“But it’s simple. way out.”
“yes?”
Yu Iseol slowly raised his sword.
“No one can use hexes even if their head is cut off.”
“… … “If they weren’t stupid, wouldn’t they block their throats?”
“Block off your limbs, you. “I will cut off your head.”
Jo Geol shook her head without realizing it. If you just listen to what’s being said, there’s nothing to say even if it’s misunderstood that this is Sapa.
“… … “I don’t know if I’m stupid or if my thinking is smart.”
A laugh escaped Jogeol’s mouth.
Honestly, the method is not important. It’s amazing that you don’t waver at all even when faced with a scene like that. In this case, Yui’s theory was more reliable than anyone else’s in Hwasan.
“It’s just the two of us, so… … What do those who go alone do? “I think it’s dangerous.”
“That sounds obvious.”
Jo Geul was convinced again and nodded.
Okay, is there another way? I have no choice but to clean up this place as quickly as possible and go provide support.
“Then let’s begin.”
“go.”
“Euracha!”
Jo Geol kicked the ground with all his might and lunged forward.
* * *
A drop of sweat ran down Yoonjong’s chin.
‘Your throat was cut.’
But he is standing up. The severed neck sticks back together.
What should we call this? recovery? Or play?
Anything should never happen to a person. This much is certain.
Of course, martial arts itself strengthens the human body and gives it strength that no human being can produce. From the perspective of an ordinary person, it is impossible to know which would seem more bizarre: the reattachment of a severed body or the destruction of a mountain with a single sword.
But even though he knew this, Yoonjong felt fear rising. This may be because the principles he knew are collapsing. People tend to feel vaguely afraid of things they do not understand.
Yunjong tried to suppress his fear. But before I could control my thoughts, they made their first move.
“It looks like you’re scared.”
The blood cultist approached in triumph, blood dripping from his mouth.
“This is so stupid. “I should be thrilled when I see grace, but now I feel fear.”
Yunjong’s senses slowly turned to the back. The blood cultist, who raised his body like a puppet, has not yet come to his senses. The guy standing behind had almost lost his head. It seems that the speed of recovery varies depending on the severity of the injury.
But the problem is that you can’t completely ignore the back. I can’t predict exactly when I will recover.
‘Damn.’
Yoonjong suddenly became acutely aware of Jogeol’s vacancy. If only that guy had been here, there wouldn’t have been a siege… … .
“Are you waiting for support? “I don’t think anyone will come.”
“… … .”
“Where did the initial prestige go? This is why people like you disgust me. “When they are in a group, they don’t know how high they are, but when they are left alone, they become so humble.”
Yunjong’s tightly closed mouth was gently strained.
It is a clearly visible provocation. He is not the type to fall for something like this. Still, those words pierced his lungs deeply.
‘If she were a girl, she wouldn’t have been scared.’
If it were Yu Yi-seol, it would have attacked again without hesitation, and if it had been Tang So-so, it would have analyzed the situation coolly. clear? That guy wouldn’t have created this situation in the first place.
But what does Yoonjong have?
I’ve been feeling it since some time. The fact that he is falling behind compared to others. Looking at it objectively, his current role is nothing more than helping and supporting Jo-geol, who runs wild.
That’s why those words hurt.
‘but… … !’
The blood cult rushed towards him.
“Die!”
Yoonjong reflexively tried to take a step back, but accidentally bit his teeth. There is an enemy behind your back too. We must not forget.
‘Calm down!’
It’s just that the cut has healed. It’s not that it can’t be cut. The opponent’s skills themselves are not that great. If it has healed, just cut it again.
Yunjong stretched out his sword towards the enemy who was running wildly and swinging his arms. A sword like a flash sword is aimed at the enemy’s throat.
Standard number. However, because it is standard, it is also extremely threatening.
However, the moment the sword was fully extended, Yunjong’s eyes opened wide. She realized too late the mistake she had made.
Quang!
Yunjong’s body was thrown to the side.
“Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The sound of boiling blood came out.
Yunjong’s sword accurately pierced the masked man’s neck. According to logic, the person whose neck was pierced would have died before he could attack Yunjong.
However, the blood cultist struck Yunjong’s side without hesitation even though his neck was pierced.
“Wow!”
Yoonjong, who rolled over, coughed violently.
The pain spread as if all my ribs had been broken. The inside of my mouth burst open and the fishy taste of blood filled me.
‘Damn… … .’
It’s not that Yoonjong was foolish.
Martial arts are like that. At a deadlock where life and death can differ in a split second, thoughts are meaningless. Muhak is the process of repeating the same movements for countless hours, forcing the body to move before the mind can think.
The moment I was attacked, I reflexively aimed for the enemy’s neck, almost instinctively. And it was also a habit that Yunjong had been forced to create.
However, the old habit that had saved Yoonjong from numerous crises became a hindrance at this moment.
“Whoop.”
Yunjong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.
Strange tentacles were once again wriggling around the blood cultist’s gaping neck. The hole that had been drilled was gradually being filled.
Of course, the newly grown flesh was not normal. Instead of being light red, the flesh was dark at first glance, like a tree trunk. But no matter what, the wound is disappearing again.
‘This won’t work…’ … .’
Yoonjong, who was momentarily tired, stopped. His eyes gradually sank deeply.
– It’s impossible, Sasuk!
He shouted that day. But Baekcheon didn’t look back.
Yunjong took a long breath and thought.
What would Baekcheon do in this situation?
First of all, it would have given strength to the legs. So that weak will is not expressed through trembling. Believing that wide open shoulders can also give strength to oneself.
‘There is no way there is no answer.’
If that were the case, there is no way those blood palace bastards would have stayed silent except for the birds.
And it’s not just that. Yunjong had already seen them withdrawing. If their bodies can regenerate infinitely, they will never retreat like that… … .
‘for a moment.’
Yoonjong paused once again. It reminded me of the time when Blood Palace and Cheongmyeong faced each other.
‘What did he say when he walked away?’
It’s definitely the sword of clarity… … .
“Ha!”
Before I could finish thinking, the enemies rushed in, blinking their eyes. Yoonjong reflexively kicked the ground and launched his body backwards.
‘Seongi (仙氣)?’
I think that’s definitely what he said.
Kwakagak!
Ki Hyeong-do and the sword collided. At that moment, the blood cult stretched out its opposite arm and wrapped around Yunjong’s sword. This is something no sane person could imagine.
But with these people, it is possible. Whether the arm is cut off or pierced, it is a useful business if you can tie the opponent’s sword even for a moment.
Yoonjong was scared and pulled the sword to retrieve it. In a split second, the blood cultist’s sword passed by Yunjong’s neck. A neck that, unlike theirs, can never be attached again.
‘Seongi!’
Yunjong’s breathing became heavy.
Good energy, that is, the energy of freshness. This is something that those who use Taoist swords hope for even in their dreams. However, no one knows what the true reality is.
‘no.’
If you think about it, I didn’t say that their weakness was their strength. It is simply said that the natural enemy of all witchcraft is Shengi.
Why did Cheongmyeong say that?
“Kahahaha!”
At that very moment, the enemy’s howl was heard from behind. At the same time, I felt a fierce energy coming from behind my back.
Yoonjong reflexively rolled his body.
Quang!
Almost immediately, the ground where he was standing burst open, scattering dirt and stones.
“Whoop!”
Rough breaths kept coming out of my mouth.
‘Then why didn’t you tell me?’
If only they knew that Shen Qi was the answer to dealing with them and that Hwasan could collide with them again at any time… … Why didn’t Qingming teach everyone how to raise Shen Qi?
Why?
“This donkey has no shame.”
“And that’s why you’ve been acting so proud.”
The blood cultists laughed at the sight of Yunjong rolling on the ground to avoid the attack. However, their ridicule did not shake Yunjong in the slightest.
“… … I’m sorry.”
When Yoonjong opened his mouth for the first time, the blood cultists looked at him with interest in their eyes.
“I never pretended to be proud. “I’m not a very good person to begin with.”
“haha!”
The bitter sneer returned.
This time, Yoonjong held a cool, calm breath instead of anger.
There is no reason to be angry as I am just saying how I feel.
The monstrous priests, and Sasuk and Sasago, who rise higher every time I see them. Compared to them, Yoonjong has nothing extraordinary. He knows himself best.
Still, what does he have?
Both eyes calmly sank.
“It took too much time. Stop processing it and move on… … .”
“embrace.”
The blood cultists chatted and glanced upward. If we wait any longer here, support may come from Mt. Wudang. If that’s the case, this place will become dangerous again.
“Finish it.”
“yes.”
The blood cultists widely surrounded Yunjong.
Yunjong looked around at them calmly. The will to end it in one blow was clearly felt. He had a gut feeling that this time he wouldn’t be easy to deal with. The joint attack performed by those who do not care about the injuries they will inflict will be more vicious and dangerous than you can imagine.
But instead of panicking, he took a deep breath. He let out a heavy sword shout.
‘Why didn’t Cheongmyeong tell me?’
And why didn’t Baekcheon say what he was going to do and what he was going to do?
“Kahahaaaat!”
As one of the blood cultists rushed towards Yunjong, the others, as if keeping pace with them, also attacked, wielding eerie monsters.
Yoonjong’s eyes momentarily gave off a fierce light. But for a moment, his eyes became as calm as a lake.
‘Because there was no need to say it.’
Nothing in the world changes suddenly. There is nothing that can be achieved in an instant.
If it seems that way, it just means you can’t fathom the long period of time hidden behind it.
Sharp swords come flying in from all directions to tear apart Yunjong’s body.
Yunjong, who was just watching as if contemplating another person, slowly moved his sword.
‘It’s not that I didn’t say it.’
There was just no need to say it.
Even if it’s not special or great, it will definitely exist.
If the time he has accumulated so far is not a lie, the answer will be within him. That is martial arts and that is the Tao!
“Believe it.”
Following Yunjong’s muttering, the tip of the sharp sword moved smoothly. Red petals began to bloom softly.
The appearance resembled transparent and clear morning dew.
