The Martial Genius Who Remembers Everything Chapter 51
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-How fast is your movement technique?
Mo-yong Sang-won suddenly spoke through telepathy.
Knowing his intention, I told him my speed from before I had mastered the Cheon-ha-dok-haeng-sin (World-Walking Divine Movement).
-It takes about half a gak (15 minutes) to travel 10 li.
-……Is that when running at full power?
The movement technique of the Tae-eul Sect was of such a low level that it was embarrassing to even call it a movement technique.
-I will buy about two gak (30 minutes) of time. Run away as fast as you can during that time.
Mo-yong Sang-won said with a resolute expression. In one of his hands, he held the Inner Core of the Fire Tiger, which he had cherished, and his own nameplate.
-……If you are lucky enough to escape, please stop by my house. Please convey my story to my children and my wife.
I pushed the Inner Core of the Fire Tiger and the nameplate back toward him.
-Now is not the time to be acting rashly.
My plan, which I had prepared just in case, fell into place exactly as expected.
The men with the red headbands had habits that remained unchanged, both in my past life and now.
-Will you trust me just one more time?
When I absorbed the Ma-gi from Mo-yong Sang-won’s body, there was a Ma-gi (Demonic Energy) that came to mind.
There were thousands of Demonic Arts ignited from the Cheon-ma-gyeong, but each Demonic Art had its own unique characteristics.
The Ma-gi of those who attacked Mo-yong Sang-won had a characteristic like poison that secretly gnawed at the opponent, and I had already experienced this Ma-gi sickeningly often during my time in the So-jeong-dae (Small Justice Unit).
-This might be the last chance.
The twenty men with red headbands were approaching.
I nodded my head.
-Let’s go together. Don’t I have to receive the Cheong-myeong-hwan from you, Sogaju?
Mo-yong Sang-won snorted at my calm words and nodded.
-From now on, follow exactly where I step. It is the movement technique of the Tae-eul Sect, but it will not be very difficult for you, Sunbae.
When we started running, Mo-yong Sang-won, who was a little confused at first, quickly realized the pattern of the movement technique and began to run, stepping exactly where I had stepped.
Although he did not know the subtleties of internal energy operation, his innate realization of martial arts was high, so he was following me without much difference from how I was running.
The problem was that because the speed of the men with red headbands was too fast, Mo-yong Sang-won’s face began to turn pale.
-Listen, wouldn’t it be better if I carried you and ran?
I said firmly.
-You must never step even an inch outside of where I step.
Feeling a chilling murderous intent that felt like it would pierce the back of my head, I looked back and saw that the men with red headbands had already approached within reach.
‘The bad habit of spreading murderous intent behind the prey they are tracking is still the same.’
Damn it, even though they were of the assassin lineage, they had the habit of spreading terrible murderous intent right before killing the opponent, plunging them into even greater fear.
Seureung. Seureung. Seureung.
Even the chilling sound of drawing swords.
Tense, Mo-yong Sang-won finally burst out.
“So-un! Soon now……”
That moment.
Click!
Along with the dull sound of iron blocks colliding, a painful groan, as if he had bitten his tongue, was heard from inside the mouth.
“Stop!”
The guy who was about to swing his sword in the very front looked at the guy standing on the far right.
The guy had his ankle severed in an instant by a bear trap.
-I installed a few traps on the way to get food the other day.
-What is that……?
-If they had the martial power to attack the Sogaju of the Mo-yong Clan, I thought it wouldn’t be a coincidence.
-…….
Mo-yong Sang-won had an expression that he simply could not believe.
-You must never step outside of where I step. It is a bear trap, so it will cut off your ankle.
-Ah, I understand.
As the two of us moved diligently, the men with red headbands began to run, sprinkling Hwa-gol-san (Bone-Melting Powder) on the man whose ankle had been severed.
“Keu-heo-heok!”
The man who was covered in Hwa-gol-san while alive could not endure the pain of his flesh melting away and let out a loud scream for the first time.
Mo-yong Sang-won, who glanced at that sight, turned even whiter than before.
-Th, they are terrible guys.
-That is, indeed.
The men with red headbands began to catch up again.
Worried about the traps, they began to use Cho-sang-bi (grass-walking/levitation).
At that sight, Mo-yong Sang-won was struck with great horror once again.
Because there was no sect in Gangho where all those who specialized in assassination could use Cho-sang-bi.
I handed him three throwing knives (Bi-do).
-Please throw them at them. You must not let them focus on Cho-sang-bi.
Mo-yong Sang-won quickly took the throwing knives and threw two of them at once.
Swish. Swish.
Clang! Clang!
I also infused a lot of internal energy into three throwing knives and threw them in the opposite direction of where Mo-yong Sang-won threw his.
The guys also tried to strike them down with their swords like the ones who blocked Mo-yong Sang-won’s throwing knives, but due to my fully infused internal energy, some of their forms flew backward, or their swords broke and the throwing knives became embedded in their necks.
Pupu-puk.
Click. Click.
One person was hit by a throwing knife, and two people were caught in bear traps, having their hands cut off and ankles blown away.
The colleagues who were chasing behind them sprinkled Hwa-gol-san without delay, and those who were melting died amidst screams.
Although we were clearly overcoming every moment of crisis, Mo-yong Sang-won seemed to be already psychologically exhausted by the opponent’s terrible methods.
It was not strange.
The battle method of the Demonic Cult kept the opponent’s mental fatigue accumulating even in situations where they could not gain the upper hand like this.
I passed the hill and turned into the forest.
The men with red headbands were kicking off the trees and trying not to touch the ground at all, and I, as if waiting for it, cut two vines I had installed.
Whoosh. Pupu-puk!
As soon as we passed, eight rocks the size of a person’s head fell to our spot, and two of them hit the men with red headbands.
Naturally, the traps were activated at the locations where they fell.
Click! Click!
“Keu-euk!”
“No, no!”
For the first time, someone appeared who refused their own death, but this time, too, it was the inevitable end of Hwa-gol-san.
-Sunbae, it would be better if you did not look back.
-……I understand.
Even though the guys continued to suffer damage, they were not shrinking back; rather, they were emitting even thicker murderous intent.
And I activated all the traps that would mark the end.
As I cut the tightly pulled rope, spears made of wood were shot out from all directions.
Following that, the aforementioned rocks flew everywhere, and those who were hit by either the wooden spears or the rocks were caught in the bear traps underneath them.
As two more people died in an instant, the footsteps of the men with red headbands finally began to slow down.
In the meantime, we widened the distance, left the forest, and stood in front of a fork in the road.
“Sunbae, please go to the right.”
“And you?”
“I will go to the left.”
“Why are you not going together?”
“The traps I installed are up to here. While the guys are hesitating, scared of the traps, we must give them confusion and run away as fast as possible.”
“I understand. Come to the Cheong-myeong Escort Bureau in Mu-gang.”
“I understand. I will see you there.”
Mo-yong Sang-won and I ran out into the fork in the road at the same time.
The masked men who left the forest came out to the fork in the road along the path.
Perhaps because their anger at losing colleagues to the unexpected presence of traps was great, it felt as if I were suffocating from the murderous intent.
And knowing that there were traces of two people on each side of the fork, they tried to divide into eight and four to chase them.
Until I came back.
“!”
As I walked out, the person who was signaling in the very front stopped his hand.
“It’s been a while…… Ah, for you guys, it’s not yet.”
The masked man with the red headband signaled again to chase after Mo-yong Sang-won.
“Is there any meaning in chasing that person now?”
“!”
The man with the red headband was quite flustered that I had noticed his hand signal.
During my time in the So-jeong-dae, while I was having a sickening chase with these guys, I had memorized all their hand signals.
Eventually, four men ran along the road.
“Are you not even thinking of catching up with an old friend you met after a long time? Yeom-ma-gwi-an-dae (Flame Demon Ghost Eye Unit)?”
“!”
“!”
“!”
The guys who were running stopped their steps.
“How should I say this, should I say the feeling is new? Back then, I was only desperately being chased.”
“Who are you?”
A voice like scraping iron rang out.
“Is that important? Isn’t the important thing that I know your habits all too well?”
As the man with the red headband nodded, the four men with red headbands standing in the back disappeared.
I threw three throwing knives into the air from inside my pocket.
Keu-heok, Keu-euk. Keok!
With three screams, I turned backward and swung the Heuk-ryong-geom (Black Dragon Sword).
Chwa-ak!
Blood poured into the air, and a man with a red headband appeared with his upper and lower body split.
“How come you have no adaptability?”
“……!”
The man with the red headband’s two pupils were shaking violently.
“My, you are still as silent as ever. Making people feel awkward. Even so, you weren’t this silent. Was it because you could play with us like toys back then? You rats of the Demonic Cult.”
Ma-gu (Demonic rats) is a term used only when they demean themselves within the Demonic Cult.
In the Central Plains, it was a word used only after they advanced into the Gangho.
“……Who are you?”
“We also asked you that question countless times at first. Although you never answered even once.”
“…….”
“Anyway, I am so glad to meet you after a long time.”
I gathered the energy of the Gwang-cheon-sin-jang (Heavenly Light Divine Palm) in both hands.
And I shot it at them.
Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwang!
The Gwang-cheon-sin-jang had a destructive power so insane that even the Demonic Cult guys, who were crazy about destruction, would click their tongues.
And the guys were not at a level where they could deflect the Gwang-cheon-sin-jang with Sa-ryang-bal-cheon-geun (deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces) like Yong So-a.
“Heo-eo…….”
Two guys who were hit directly by the Gwang-cheon-sin-jang disappeared without a trace, and one guy who was included in the aftermath of the palm strike had his arm disappear without a trace.
I immediately stepped on the Tae-eul-pal-man-sin-bo.
The lightness skill (Gyeong-sin-gong), in which movement technique and footwork were harmonized as one, creates illusions where one steps, bringing confusion to the opponent.
Like that, I grabbed the neck of the guy whose arm had been cut off and activated the Cheong-ryong-hwan (Blue Dragon Pill) to fill my empty Dantian.
“Geu-eo-eo-eo-eok!”
As the guy instantly withered into a mummy, at the same time, thirty percent of my internal energy filled my empty Dantian.
“If I had known this would happen, I would have made you eat a Pok-hyeol-dan (Explosive Blood Pill).”
“…….”
The emotions reflected in their eyes.
I saw that a lot from my So-jeong-dae colleagues.
Our appearance when we faced the Yeom-ma-gwi-an-dae in the past is being projected onto them right now.
“It wasn’t even that strong of an opponent. Why was I so afraid back then?”
“…….”
The guys began to roll their eyes.
Knowing what that intention was, I said with a laugh.
“Are you going to run away even though your identity has been discovered?”
“!”
The fact that the Demonic Cult guys appeared in the Central Plains at this time was something that was not even in my memory.
That meant that the guys had been doing preparatory work for several years before the Great War between the Orthodox and Demonic Factions.
This meant that the Orthodox and Evil factions must not know that they were active.
As if their minds were made up, the five moved at the same time and unfolded a sword formation.
Yeom-ma-gwi-geom-jin (Flame Demon Ghost Sword Formation).
They overlapped their Ma-gi with each other to make the area like hell.
“This is also a nostalgic formation.”
I also raised the Tae-eul-jin-gyeong to full power.
The Ma-gi that was trying to dig into my blood points could not enter anymore due to the purity of the Tae-eul-jin-gyeong.
I scattered the So-cheon-geom-beop (Small Heaven Sword Technique) rising ceremony.
Swa-aek.
At a speed different from before, it cut not only the Ma-gi but also space itself and cut the necks of those who were occupying it.
Ssang-cheon-geom-gyeol (Twin Heaven Sword Secret).
Swords mixed with emptiness and reality popped out in all directions.
The sword that was thought to be emptiness was reality, and the sword that was thought to be reality was emptiness.
Also, emptiness could become reality.
Puk. Puk. Chwa-ak.
At the same time, three people met their death.
The one who seemed to be the leader began to kick the ground and run away at the phenomenon in front of his eyes.
“If you can’t silence the witness, delivering this news to the Demonic Cult is also a good idea.”
Perhaps he had unfolded a supreme movement technique, but the guy’s figure already looked like a small speck.
I raised the Cheon-ha-dok-haeng-sin.
And I immediately folded space to overtake the guy and occupy his front.
“!”
Perhaps he couldn’t believe it even after seeing it with his eyes, the guy’s reaction was late.
“Im, impossible!”
A voice like scraping iron that seemed to predict his own end.
And the result was exactly as the guy expected.
Chwa-ak!
Separated from his neck and body, he was looking at his own body pouring out blood like a fountain just before dying.
“Go and tell your god. That your believers are soon going to meet you one after another.”
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