The Thousand-Slayer Swords Association-Episode 69
〈 69Tue 〉 Paljang Friendship Dancing (4）
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It was quite a long time ago.
18Kwon Pyo-wol, aged 18, was the instructor of a small military officer in Hebei..
18He was an instructor at the age of 18, and that position clearly had the characteristics of Kwon Pyo-wol's martial arts and rural background, but if you think about it, it was like that..
Since Kwon Pyo-wol was just the son of the director, he naturally rose to the position of instructor..
I had no complaints about it at all..
Swinging a sword was more fun than anything else, and teaching children and listening to the instructor was a proud position that naturally put strength on my shoulders..
Kwon Pyo-wol is a person who knows how to be satisfied with such small things, so I thought my life would be so smooth for the rest of my life..
Sword Saint Mok Seon-oh was a man I met in the meantime..
“You have great bones..”
This was before the blood death occurred. Kwon Pyo-wol was shocked as if the world was falling apart when he saw Mok Seon-oh, who happened to stop by his village while wandering around Gangho..
That's because Mok Seon-oh defeated my father, who he thought was the strongest man in the world, in just one second..
Since it was just a friendly dance, both my father and Mok Seon-oh were satisfied with it, but Kwon Pyo-wol was like that..
“How can you be so strong??”
As a young man, he was energetic and had a high will to improve..
The moment I learned that a new sky existed above the sky, I couldn't control the rising desire..
At that moment, Mok Seon-oh said something..
These were words that shook Kwon Pyo-wol's life..
“It's something to put on a sword. A scenery beyond your expectations.”
“more?”
“Every Geomcho… No, every time you draw your sword, you surround yourself with faith. Isn’t there a weapon more powerful than unbreakable faith?.”
To be honest, Mok Seon-o was an ugly man..
Bulging cheekbones, bulbous nose, and droopy eyebrows that are twice the length of the eyelids..
But the moment Kwon Pyo-wol smiled, he felt like he was seeing a peerless handsome man..
The romantic swordsman had such a handsome smile..
From that day on, Kwon Pyo-wol's dream was to become a thief..
“father! I will learn how to play Kangho.!”
“Yes, I will always support you.”
19At the age of three, Kwon Pyo-wol became a strong player..
21He joined the Murim League at the age of three..
And at the age of 23, he went to war against Hyeolsa and Hyeolcheongyo..
Even looking back, it was a series of terrible moments, but there was one thing that everyone who lived during that era would admit..
The era of blood death was the era of charlatans..
The Moorim of that day was a more just Moorim than ever before..
The Baekdo Murim, who had not been able to become one, united as one under the name of the Murim Alliance..
The transcendental absolutes, who were always at odds, ran towards one enemy in the name of the Four Stars and the Six Kings..
During one of those days, Kwon Pyo-wol reunited with Mok Seon-oh..
The swordsman in my memories had become a sword star, and the young man who had been the instructor of a rural military officer had become a blind warrior, but it was not important..
“Still a great bone.”
What was important to Kwon Pyo-wol that day was that the man of his dreams still remembered me..
“I followed Daehyup. To become a charlatan.”
The older Mok Seon-oh has added goodness to the ugliness..
Wrinkles added over time.
But there was something that didn't change.
Mok Seon-oh was still a charlatan with a handsome smile..
“I'm embarrassed. I am proud. That I seemed like a charlatan to you.”
That was enough.
Blood death is over.
But Kwon Pyo-wol’s rise to power is not over..
he wanted to cry out.
The fact that you must keep your faith in your heart every time you draw the sword, and that the sword is very heavy and should not be wielded carelessly..
The title of Golden Sword was earned when he turned 35..
The golden sheath was obtained at the age of 38, on the day I became the leader of the Baekgeomdae..
I just keep moving forward, and I just keep running for another three years.
Today's Kwon Pyo-wol finally realized.
That he was crushed by the weight of the sword.
He had become a man who had forgotten to wield his faith and only cared about the weight of his sword..
No, even the faith with which I wielded it was shaking..
“Axiom Sword(？？）.”
And now I can finally shed those faults..
“It's a sword technique to control geomcho. Home appliance expert.”
It was a realization I gained through the youthful energy before my eyes..
“what is your sword.”
The 5 seconds I gave in are already over.
Mok Ri-won was painfully aware of what the wall of transcendence was..
It wasn't a flashy sword or spirit..
It was just neat..
Geumgeom Geompyo-wol was a man who wielded a sword with as much restraint and weight as the ideals he pursued..
A deep smile appeared on Mo Riwon’s lips..
His eyes were shining with more excitement than ever before..
“Manlyeon Igeom (？？理？）.”
Mokriwon said.
“It is a sword that contains ten thousand sword blades and rules with one will..”
For the first time during today's meeting, Mok Ri-won took his cardinal ceremony..
“This is a martial art that I made myself..”
Lee Chae appeared in Kwon Pyo-wol’s eyes..
A smile similar to Mok Riwon's appeared on his lips..
“Dating with the Grand Master is truly an honor..”
“I also.”
The five seconds of giving up are all over..
There were two men pointing their swords at each other..
This is the headquarters of the Baekdo Murim, the Murim League..
And on the off stage.
No further conversation was needed..
The two men moved at the same time.
Kwon Pyo-wol's axiom sword was fired with restrained movement. It was a stab aimed at the solar plexus..
In response, Mok Riwon raised his sword and slashed..
However, it was not a simple upward slash movement..
Byuncho is like a symbol of the ink dragon..
Even at this very moment, it was shaking ceaselessly, looking for a place to spread out..
Chaeng!
The changed shape selected for the upward slash is slashed..
Kwon Pyo-wol's black path that was stabbing in was twisted and missed Mokriwon..
At that moment, Mok Ri-won's sword, at a reversed angle, was aimed at Kwon Pyo-wol's neck..
Kwon Pyo-wol held the sword backwards and struck Mok Ri-won's blade with the end of the handle..
Whoops! The sound hit the non-stage..
All of these movements were so powerful that the aftermath alone made the entire non-stage tremble..
Geomcho continued to come and go..
The sword of Mokriwon was a raging storm..
It was a deep-rooted tree that would not fall even in the midst of Kwon Pyo-wol's black storm..
At first glance, Mokriwon may have appeared to be one-sided, but none of those who watched this dance had a low enough level of practice to be deceived by it..
Namgung Jincheon furrowed his eyebrows..
‘weight class difference.’
A similar pattern to the finals of the Yongbong branch..
However, there was one reason why Kwon Pyo-wol did not collapse like he did that day..
A weight class that can only be said to be overwhelming even compared to Mokriwon, having overcome the barrier of being the best..
That must have been showing this change..
Namgung Jincheon crossed his arms and widened his eyes..
There was even a peculiar sign in his shining walls as if he would not miss a single moment..
Namgung Jincheon was looking through that mirror..
How to bring Mokriwon to its knees, what direction should you take?.
‘overwhelming power.’
I will be confused even in front of a sword with an even more overwhelming difference in weight class..
It wasn’t just Namgung Jincheon.
The two men's dance was truly worthy of its name, a friendly dance, and was an inspiration to all who saw it..
He was giving me a small clue to break through the blocked wall..
That was the only number of people watching..
What would the parties think?.
Chaeng!
Geomcho comes and goes.
The meaning behind the sword, the beliefs that support it, and each other's ideals exchange..
The smiles on the faces of Mok Ri-won and Kwon Pyo-wol could not be erased..
An act similar to dancing on a single tree bridge that may fall over if you relax for a moment..
As a result, an exhilarating shiver ran through my entire body..
While the threat and tension were converging, the thoughts the two people had were surprisingly similar..
‘fun!’
they enjoyed this dance.
The swords passing by were telling each other so many things..
The shape of the sword is the shape of the heart, and also the essence of the person..
Mok Ri-won sensed Kwon Pyo-wol's upright character, restrained formality, and unquenchable passion like a lingering flame in the strong and restrained sword of Gwon Pyo-wol..
Kwon Pyo-wol felt his capriciousness, his bubbly personality, and his passion burning brightly like a sword in Mokriwon's rushing sword..
Geomcho comes and goes again.
From pleasant to strong, again from good to medium..
The moment he swung his sword once, Mok Ri-won's sword was fired with a total of four changes, and Kwon Pyo-wol blocked it with just a twist of his wrist..
Kwon Pyo-wol's next move was the biggest move of the day..
Kwon Pyo-wol took a big step forward..
thud! His power swept across the non-stage along with the sound..
Mok Riwon had a hunch..
‘You shouldn't fight back.!’
The difference in weight class is truly unavoidable, and if you fight against it, there is a 100% chance that you will be defeated..
Mok Ri-won got bitten on the foot, but Kwon Pyo-wol did not stop moving..
“You don't know the peak.”
What appeared on Kwon Pyo-wol's mouth was a smile..
As long as I shook off the delusion, there was nothing to hesitate about..
He intended to teach the young and talented charlatan a world he had never experienced before..
“Kipa is ultimately a manifestation of imagery. Remember it well.”
A wave of energy erupted from Kwon Pyo-wol’s body..
His energy wave was the light of the rock..
However, it was a soft shape that did not feel the slightest bit rough..
It was an image that clearly showed the life of a man who had reached the level of a superman with a trivial martial arts technique called Gongri Sword, and who had carved gems out of rough rocks..
Kwon Pyo-wol lowered his sword from above to below..
It was a sword with such neatness that I couldn't even guess how long I had been practicing just that one movement..
It was a sword-shaped energy wave..
The art of revealing in a visible form what one has spent a lifetime cultivating..
A skill like proof of those who stand on the threshold of transcendence.
The complete form of Qigong (??) has been reproduced here..
It filled Mokriwon’s field of vision..
‘…ah.’
At that moment, Mok Riwon’s intuition spoke..
Even if you run away to somewhere on this off-stage right now, you won't be able to escape that sword..
There was no life.
But the survival instinct cried out.
It was defeat.
Mok Riwon laughed at that..
‘tremendous.’
I will lose like this..
But that doesn't mean you shouldn't struggle..
A silent energy wave burst out from Mokriwon..
I started to demonstrate clumsy techniques that I couldn't even swing properly..
The 3 types of the Meteor Seven Swords, the Zodiac Swords (？II)？）.
A transparent star rising in a muted haze occupied the space, coloring the entire path of Mokriwon with light..
He became a small man struggling in front of a giant who could not resist, and he pulled out everything he had and swung his sword..
and.
thud!
I cut off the hem of Kwon Pyo-wol’s clothes..
On this day, Mokriwon faced a wall of transcendence..
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There was silence in the unarmed.
The young warriors facing the distant group were unable to say anything as they were preoccupied with counting the last numbers exchanged..
Kwon Pyo-wol stood in the middle and looked at Mok Ri-won, who was kneeling..
Then I touched the front of my clothes with my hand..
A laugh burst out of his mouth..
‘That's ridiculous..’
imitate.
The qigong he showed was a clumsy qigong that could only be imitated at the end of the peak or while looking at the peak..
But Mokriwon was not even at the end of its peak..
He is the perfect climax.
In other words, Mok Ri-won was forced to acquire an art that was not permitted to me simply through his lack of talent and application ability..
Kwon Pyo-wol was amazed by the phenomenal talent..
There was a fact that emerged with certainty..
‘being overtaken.’
Soon, this young charlatan will reach a level he cannot even dare to look at..
Kwon Pyo-wol, who was lost in those thoughts, smiled and shook off his thoughts..
‘but not yet.’
If a new master from Baekdo Martial Arts appears, we can just welcome it..
Also, he was still the strong one..
“It was a great dance..”
He was just polite to others..
Mo Ri-won pondered the situation just before with a blank expression, and only then smiled reassuringly and said,.
“…Let's learn a lesson!”
Mokriwon’s secret service is over..
However, Yongbongdan’s dance is not over..
Immediately afterwards, Kwon Pyo-wol looked at Yongbongdan and said,.
“Who's next??”
5 more wins in a row.
What does Kwon Pyo-wol mean as the leader of the Murim Alliance?.
He also clearly explained to them what it means to be a supreme warrior..
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