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The Thousand-Slayer Swordsman Association-Episode 37

〈 37Tue 〉 Ojang Yongbong Branch (10）

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Unarmed participant waiting room.

Mok Ri-won sat cross-legged in the middle of a small room and continued his thoughts..

What comes to mind is a question that has never left me since I saw Ilwoon and Hyeongong dancing a week ago..

‘Why did you embrace life?.’

Why did Hyeon-gong embrace life?.

Why did he harbor malice in his heart, which should have been righteous and cooperative?.

I could have simply dismissed him as a villain..

One could have dismissed him as not following the shaman's will..

However, Mokriwon did not want to come to a conclusion so easily..

­A charlatan is someone who constantly worries..

That's because his teacher, Mok Seon-oh, always said that..

‘personal resentment?’

Does Hyeon-gong hate Il-woon?.

‘external pressure?’

Is it a struggle between factions?.

‘Either that or….’

Are you just enjoying killing?.

“….”

Mokriwon’s eyes were opened..

What was there was a deep shadow that felt somewhat empty..

“You'll find out when you get there.”

Mok Ri-won relaxed his lotus position and stood up..

A shout that echoes even in the waiting area.

With that, I shook off the shadow rising in my heart and walked forward..

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Sword King Namgung Hyuk.

He sat in the highest position, unarmed, and spoke to the old woman sitting next to him..

“I thought you wouldn't be interested in this kind of thing..”

“I came here for an outing. As I get older, my curiosity doesn't just increase.?”

The old woman who smiled and gave the answer had a very simple expression..

Those who guarded Namgoong Hyuk's surroundings aroused their curiosity..

‘Who on earth is that old woman?.’

If Namgoong Hyuk, who has always valued hierarchy, is someone who would allow him to sit next to him, he must be an expert in the squadron..

However, it was a question that came to mind because among the masters they knew, there was no old woman with such a simple appearance..

What should I say?.

The identity of the old woman is Salseong (？？) Goat Cow.

He was a member of the Four Saints and Six Kings like Namgunghyuk, and he made a certain choice together with him in bloodshed about 20 years ago..

“…Are you aiming for a silent sword?.”

“I came here for an outing. Is the Sword King also targeting that child? He already has a grandson like that..”

“well.”

Namgoonghyuk quietly looked at the still empty, unarmed stomach..

Mukgeom Mokriwon.

A rising star who is causing a stir in the world right now..

Namgoong Hyuk couldn't deny that a memory came to mind the moment he heard those words..

­you are the sword dragon?

A man who was confident, yet not arrogant..

A man who could never be surpassed until the very last moment..

At the appearance of the silent sword, Namgoonghyuk was reminded of a man who could no longer be called a swordsman..

‘If Geomsung ended up raising that child.’

If the child raised at the end of blood death had grown up safely, that child would be exactly the age Mok Riwon is now..

Namgoong Hyuk wanted to check..

Is he really the child who inherited the will of the Sword Saint?.

If so, did the child raised by the man who so desperately wanted to surpass himself, even giving up his own name, grow up as he intended?.

Did the Sword Saint carry out his own will?.

…And is it alive?.

“…I also consider it entertainment.”

“Damn, you're still a boring person..”

The guards looked at the goat cow in horror..

The goat looked at the unarmed man without paying attention to such gaze..

At that moment, two men were climbing up unarmed..

‘Hmm, you look so pretty.’

Unlike Mok Seon-oh's younger days, Mok Ri-won's face is pretty..

The goat-ox thought that this was very ironic..

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The shouting gets louder.

The heat generated by the crowds turns into moisture and sticks to the skin..

In the middle of it all, Mo Ri-won looked at Xuanlong Hyeon-gong..

“i look forward to.”

A man who smiles empty-handed while holding a gun.

Mo Liwon faced him and took the gun..

and asked.

“Why did you embrace life?.”

“yes?”

“Dancing with Monk Ilun. If I put it this way, you get it.?”

Stop­.

Hyeonggong’s body flinched for a moment..

Mokriwon was able to add confidence to the assumptions made in the response..

However, the response that came back was not cool..

“What do you mean?.”

Hyeonggong just laughed empty-handedly..

Mo Liwon watched the scene quietly, then withdrew his gaze and loosened his grip..

“I don't think I need to say more. I understand.”

The moderator steps back and raises his hand..

Mo Ri-won placed his hand on the sword on his waist..

I didn't hear an answer.

One, I could feel it.

While asking a question, a stinging feeling of death spreads throughout my body..

That was more solid evidence than anything else..

“I can't discuss cooperation with you..”

The presenter's hand falls down.

At the same time, Mokriwon was shot out..

Chaae Aeng­!

It was the beginning of a dance.

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When discussing Mukgeom Mokriwon in Seohyeon, there was always a topic that became a hot topic..

‘What kind of sword does he use?.’

That was the topic.

This was natural.

Mokriwon has never shown more than a second while attending the Yongbong branch meeting..

He was the one who ended even that second with the skill of breaking the opponent's sword into pieces..

someone said.

­Strong sword! There is nothing but a strong sword! The ink sword is a sword that crushes the opponent with overwhelming force.!

another said.

­What is a strong sword? He uses a heavy sword! Is the art of breaking a sword in two possible with force alone? Isn’t it an art of knowing exactly where to place the weight and concentrating the force there?!

And he who denied it all said.

­I think the sword of the ink sword embodies the aesthetics of flow like that of a shaman. Isn't that right? He never swung his sword first. I pulled out my sword only after my opponent swung his sword. If you think about it, wouldn't it be correct to say that he used his opponent's strength to cut the sword into pieces?.

It was a question that no one had a clear answer to until today..

And, many people who were arguing were able to see his sword properly only today..

“quick sword….”

His sword contained the skill of a quick sword, striking down the opponent by barrage of strikes at overwhelming speed..

However, that expectation did not last long..

The next move Mok Ri-won showed was because the movement was too strange to be considered a quick sword move..

It shakes like a snake crawling, bounces like a tentacle, and at some point stops moving..

“Hwangeom?”

That's how I saw it.

In any case, that was how it was in their eyes..

Experts who know how to use the sword a little more.

So, the nobles from all over the central plains here burst into laughter and focused their eyes on his numbers..

“no. nothing else.”

These were people who had already reached the level of superhumans..

They were people who symbolized nature keeper and could see the flow within it..

That's why I know.

“…anomaly.”

that is an anomaly.

From a heavy sword to a strong sword, shake it, scatter it with a circular sword, and stab it again with a quick sword..

All of Kangho's inspectors want to do it, but no one can do it properly..

“What kind of nonsense?….”

That was just a weapon wielded by the blessing of talent..

Someone from a prestigious family who was watching him muttered:.

“…Get ready to negotiate now.”

Shortly after those words, several people with different affiliations left the audience..

phenomenal talent.

Originally, he deserved to be envied and resented by this martial arts community that stands upright through force, but not like this moment..

Mukgeom Mokriwon has no affiliation..

In other words, the talent is a talent that can be acquired..

With that fact alone, he was engraved in their eyes not as a wonder, but as a treasure, a talent to be looked at with greed..

Kangho, who had been stationary, began to move..

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Mo Ri-won relentlessly attacked Hyeon-gong..

No matter what moves he makes, no one dares to struggle..

Also, to the point where I can press down on the flesh that dares to show..

I originally had no intention of fighting him with all my might, but there was one reason why I changed my mind..

‘It's wrong.’

Judgment that Seonryong Hyeongong’s mindset is wrong.

Nevertheless, I hope he knows the cooperation..

One day, Mile Seok said.

­There is nothing more prone to fall into the wrong path than famous people..

­why? A noble family always grows up looking at charlatans..

­So it is like that. Because he always knows how to rule, he loses his stubbornness. In fact, this is proven by the fact that in each generation, there are later generations who are drunk with arrogance and do things that would be considered sad. Well, in my generation, my older brother beat everyone up..

­Master?

­Yes, during the time of Emperor Blue Dragon. Among those who fought against his older brother was the Sword King. He was such a rude guy that I didn't want to talk to him, but after getting beaten up by my brother, he became a little quieter..

­Girl, you weren't easy either..

­Ah, brother! We decided not to talk about that, right?!

­Oops, I made a mistake.

It is said that the later a prestigious family is, the easier it is to fall into the wrong path..

It is said that the more someone is in a position to look down, the more likely they are to become careless..

­Kindergarten.

­yes!

­Someday, you too will meet the people Geolgae mentioned. At that time. Will you show a little compassion and guide them to the right path??

­yes I will definitely do that!

­That's right. You are so kind..

Therefore, those who know the tricks should correct them..

Chaae Aeng­!

Hyeon Gong’s sword bounced away..

When Mok Ri-won was fired again, Hyeon-gong held his breath and displayed the martial arts skills of a shaman..

Taegeuk.

The pinnacle of a shaman who wields the harmony of all things in a circle..

And the most elegant counterattack in this midfield martial arts.

The power that Mo Liwon wielded returned to him again..

However, Mokriwon easily avoided it..

whirring­.

The moment the sword pierced the air, Mo Liwon waved his wrist and flicked the sword..

Saaaa­.

A silent energy wave surrounds the sword..

At the same time, a white-blue energy wave surrounds Hyungong’s sword..

The fight between sword and sword.

These two people had similar skills, so from now on, it would be a decisive battle in their operation..

“you have to reflect.”

Mok Ri-won said this and swung his sword..

It was a different trend than before..

Mok Ri-won, who had been using the sword in various stances using irregularities, took a standardized stance for the first time..

herbivorous(？？）.

The flower of martial arts that schematizes the essence of martial arts into a physical form and thus contains a multitude of things in one number..

A muted energy wave shone faintly..

It was a dull color, as if it had been painted with ink, but it still had such a unique sound that it made you think it was glowing..

Mok Riwon reflected on his teacher’s teachings..

‘Meteor Seven Swords (？？七？) are seven types of swords that reproduce the movements of the stars..’

Mo Liwon drew his sword as much as possible..

a clear stance of stabbing.

In a split second, Mokriwon became a mountain that seemed unshakable by anything in the world..

­1The ceremony is said to be modeled after the Big Dipper. It is the brightest star, and it also contains unwavering eternity. Our master looked at it, stabbed the sky seven times, and completed this sword..

Seven strikes that will never break down.

Type 1 of the Meteor Seven Swords, the Seven Star Swords (七)？？？）.

widely­.

Mokriwon stepped forward..

At the same time, a sword shot like a beam of light was aimed at Hyeon-gong's shoulder..

Duke Hyeon put a kipa around his shoulders, but it was a meaningless struggle..

Twisted­.

Hyeonggong's left shoulder collapsed with a loud sound..

It wasn't actually a sword.

However, his joints were twisted by the energy wave that was shot along with him..

“Shut up…!”

Hyeonggong’s eyes widened..

Mokriwon did not stop.

The next move was to stab the right shoulder, lungs, core, right waist, knees, and feet in succession to support the body..

Hyeon-gong's posture collapses..

Just as Mok Ri-won finished eating and was about to swing his sword again for Ma-mu,.

‘…smile?’

I saw the smile on Hyungong’s lips..

There was a moment of hesitation due to an incomprehensible reaction..

Mok Ri-won's body stiffened for a moment at that..

Clink­.

Hyeon Gong’s sword fell to the floor..

[Ink sword! Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss For!!!］

The emcee's shout rang out at the same time, followed by cheers..

And the fallen Hyeon-gong.

Mo Liwon looked at it all in bewilderment..

And I was sure.

‘just now….’

Hyeon-gong was deliberately herbivorous..

And when he let go of the sword at the last moment, it was not because he was weak, but of his own accord..

His smile said something..

‘…Winning is not the goal.’

Hyeon-gong came into this match with the intention of losing from the beginning..

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Namgoonghyuk gripped the armrests of the chair as if they were going to crush them..

“I knew it?”

“What do you mean??”

Namgoonghyuk viciously stabbed the goat..

Then, after creating a curtain with air waves to confine the sound, he continued:.

“Meteor Seven Swords. You didn't think I wouldn't recognize it.”

Namgoong Hyuk was actually angry..

It was not anger toward Mok-ri-won, but anger toward the old woman in front of me..

“I know that you don't come to this place for no reason in the first place. Yeah, it was fun taunting me?”

She knew from the beginning.

That young man named Mukgeom is the child of the Sword Saint..

That I am the child of the day when the blood death ended..

Namgoong Hyuk’s mood has become turbulent..

Although the guards outside the camp didn't know, Goatso could clearly feel the internal energy boiling in his body..

The goat-ox smiled and said.

“How do you feel? That old man didn't make anything decent.?”

“….”

Namgoonghyuk’s brow furrowed..

His gaze turned to Mok Riwon, who had a confused look on his face..

‘swordsman….’

Namgoonghyuk looked at Mokriwon and immediately laughed helplessly, recalling the first meal he showed..

‘…That means it's alive.’

Twisting­.

The armrests of the chair were broken..

The fire in his heart that had been extinguished ever since his blood death began to burn once again..

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