Chapter 459

Episode 459Journey to find the truth (9)

“Yes?”

Buseon’s eyes widened.

“The third one…”

“Yes.”

Yang Chen said bluntly.

“I was thoroughly beaten. “I’m glad I didn’t die.”

“…!”

“You didn’t neglect your training. The strength and elasticity of the muscles can be considered first-class. He was born with a talent for martial arts, and even though there was no trace of him taking any elixirs, he possessed an enormous amount of internal power unbefitting his level.”

“….”

“I taught Goeammu to my third child. “The third one, who has a first-class body, first-class internal strength, and first-class martial arts, can be said to be an excellent combatant.”

Yang Chen’s eyes deepened.

“Nevertheless, the third one suffered. I heard that the game was decided in an instant. They said they were in a similar state, but they were unable to land a single effective hit on their opponent and ended up in a complete mess. Do you know what this means?”

“I guess I let my guard down.”

“Before you let your guard down, your mental strength rots away. A strong person is one who can run away from an opponent who is several numbers lower than him. However, the third one tried to lower the opponent’s skills, which were not much different from mine.”

I’m glad I didn’t die. If Jeon Hong had not been Yang Cheon’s disciple, he would have simply died as there would have been no conflict of interest.

In other words, Jeon Hong survived because of his background rather than his skills.

‘It’s a disgrace.’

Buseon could have predicted how miserable Jeonhong would be when he woke up.

Yang Chen shook his head.

“I did not come to give you a third curse.”

“…?”

“You may have seen it before. “When I was having sex with that guy Yeon Ho-jeong.”

“Ah yes.”

“At that time, I was amazed at his fighting ability and scary vision. “I actually got hurt in the first few rounds.”

Buseon also clearly remembered the situation. It was a sight that would probably be hard to forget until the day I died.

The world’s fighting king was injured by an attack from a much weaker opponent than his teacher. Even though it was not normal, it was ridiculous considering the gap in martial arts skills.

“Do you understand? I had no intention of killing that guy Yeonhojeong. It’s still like that. He was reading my psychology at the time. So, by using such a bold and irregular tactic, you were able to corner me, even if only for a moment.”

Yang Chen smiled.

“Do you understand? When it comes to winning, not only your own mental strength is important, but the other person’s mood and situation are also important. “If Yeon Ho-jeong had known that I truly wanted to live, would he have had the guts to stick with me?”

“…I could never have done that.”

“Yeah, I never would have done that. That’s why he’s so great. “He knows very well when to raise his fist, when to raise his ax, and when to bow his head.”

Yang Cheon patted Buseon on the shoulder.

“The reason I was the first among my disciples to give you the Black Lion Porcelain was because I recognized you. But what is more valuable than this black lion porcelain is that kind of insight and sense.”

“….”

“I stopped by to tell you this. “For martial artists, martial arts is more important than anything else, but I wanted to let them know that there is something more important than martial arts.”

Buseon bowed his head.

“Thank you, Master.”

“What is gratitude? “I just wanted to let you know that the mental demons you are experiencing are not that big of a deal when you look back.”

Yes.

Even the strong man of Seongcheon, who is discussed as the strongest in the midfield, sees and learns from the strengths of those who are much weaker and younger than him.

Considering Yangcheon’s status, it was something that could have hurt his pride. Nevertheless, he reflected on his past self, acknowledged the greatness of others, and further tried to make up for his own shortcomings.

‘That’s amazing.’

It is not because the first alliance in the history of the Black Island was created.

Yang Cheon was a person who had enough to learn as a person, before he was the leader of a power, before he was a warrior who discussed being the best in the world.

Buseon closed his eyes.

‘Even Master is a person who wants to learn. Why should I go through so much trouble because of that person? In the first place, I had no reason to struggle with feelings of entitlement.’

Slur.

The faint inner vibrations that had been implicitly emanating from Bu-seon’s body gradually faded away.

Yang Chen’s smile deepened.

Buseon was truly a good student. It was amazing that he had reached this level with his limited talent, but even though he could have been arrogant, he did not skimp on learning.

‘Good job.’

You won’t be able to get rid of your mind quickly with just a few words of teaching. However, these words of today may be of great help to the growth of the disciple. Yang Cheon was sure of that. Sёarch* The NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Anyway, today is the day I meet the damn Bottas.”

“Ah yes.”

“What a pity. “I really wanted to meet you today.”

Yang Cheon, who was shaking his head, suddenly looked into Buseon’s eyes.

“That girl. Candidate for Geomhu of Bota Yeonhwamun Gate.”

“yes.”

“Now that I think about it, I don’t think we’ve ever met while you were sowing the seeds of discord in Bottas.”

“That’s right. Not only she, but none of the three candidates have seen it. “Each tribe was thoroughly hiding it and educating it.”

In the first place, Bu-seon did not infiltrate Bota-am’s middle camp and disturb its interior.

Contrary to what she was showing to Yang Cheon now, she had a keen eye for craftsmanship. Naturally, he shook up the interior by disguising himself as one of the workers who supplied food to Botta. In the process, he became friends with Botta’s masters, but he never saw his successors.

Of course, she didn’t do it alone, but seeing as she led the operation, she clearly had exceptional abilities other than martial arts.

“Have you met the owner of Lotus Gate who came here?”

“I couldn’t meet you.”

“Yeah, I thought so.”

Yang Chen turned around.

“You can take care of them while I’m away for a while. “I’ll be back around noon tomorrow.”

Buseon bowed his head.

“I follow your orders.”

* * *

The night was deep.

The moon that rose in Hwiyeongcheong was particularly bright today. Even the surrounding starlight was faintly visible, and it was like looking at a bluish sun.

The support that the moonlight shines on.

Kang Ryang, shirtless, was swinging his sword slowly.

Pop. Pop.

The sweat that fell from Kang Ryang’s body wetted the ground.

The slow-moving sword did not shake even an inch. There was no trace of life or anticipation as the sword moved along the flow of air, as if the master’s sword training had reached its peak.

The sword was slow and the footwork was also slow. However, inside him, Demon King Jinqi was moving busily, making the nerves of his entire body extremely sensitive.

As your five senses become more sensitive, swinging the sword itself becomes more difficult. This is because we cannot help but react sensitively to even the slightest stimulus.

Even in such an extreme environment, Kang Ryang’s sword and footwork were undisturbed. The sword and the body seemed to have become one, and the movement of the sword from Kang Ryang’s hand was as natural as water.

It was a perfect union of body and sword. All the enlightenment that could be gained from that place in which Kang Yang walked was at its peak.

Nevertheless, Kang Ryang was not conceited.

It was not because he was dissatisfied with his achievements. It was because I had seen too many masters walking around the new world.

There is no end to martial arts. The Seongcheon Thirteen Chairs must have faced their own limitations and are making efforts to break those limitations.

Compared to that, he is just a baby.

It is truly amazing that a baby who used to crawl has started walking. However, if you are satisfied with that, you may be able to take a leap forward at some point.

‘more.’

The sword was slow, but Kang Ryang’s eyes as he looked at the tip of the sword were full of joy and trembling.

‘More up, faster.’

Wooooow. Wooooow.

The sound of the sword rang out.

The sword did not tremble due to excessive use of true energy.

The sound of the soul. A realm of genius that can only be reached by those who have fully immersed themselves in the sword.

Kang Ryang was entering the same state that even the Yaryuljeok said that there were not many people in the Saeumgyo who had attained pure sword knowledge.

‘Just put everything on the sword…!’

It was then.

Yikes!

My nerves, which had become extremely sensitive, caught a faint sign of popularity that I would never have caught under normal circumstances.

hook!

The sweat flowing from Kang Ryang’s body evaporated all at once.

Sreuk.

Kangryang straightened his posture and closed his eyes.

A deep sense of regret. I was able to overcome the barrier of ignorance so easily, but the path to enlightenment became dark again.

Regret becomes obsession, and obsession becomes agony, polluting a person’s mind.

Kangryang took a deep breath.

‘Okay.’

The flame of agony that had slowly been constricting my throat died out in one deep breath.

‘It is an area that has been reached once. There’s no way we won’t reach it again.’

Kang-ryang opened his eyes.

His eyes were much clearer and deeper than before training.

Slurp.

The leaden Kangryang spoke in a calm voice.

“Please come out now.”

After a while, a shadow appeared behind Kang Ryang.

“…Amazing.”

“….”

“I didn’t know that you could sense my presence, perhaps Yeonhojeong. No, Yeonho probably didn’t know until just now.”

Kang-ryang turned around.

Yangcheon was there.

Phew.

The lukewarm summer wind stole their eyes and ran away.

Kang Ryang asked calmly.

“I thought you would come through the main gate accompanied by your subordinates.”

A strange look appeared in Yang Chen’s eyes.

He knew at a glance who Kang Liang was. Kang Ryang had such an amazing presence that I wondered why I hadn’t noticed him in the past.

“The entire Honam land is my territory. “Even if I catch someone on the street, it’s my fault.”

It was great confidence. In fact, there will be countless experts camped out all over the area around Inhwaru.

Kang-ryang chuckled.

“You are the master of the Ink Dragon Club.”

Yangcheon, who was quietly watching Kangryang, tilted his head.

“The response is very refreshing.”

“Is that so.”

“You’re a descendant of the Demon Sword, right?”

“That’s right.”

“To you, I am the enemy of the Buddha. What’s more, even though it wasn’t my intention just a little while ago, I interrupted the moment when I almost broke through the infinite barrier. If it were an unmanned person, wouldn’t it be enough to roll one’s eyes?”

Kang-ryang nodded.

“That anger and resentment is well stored up. “But I know that today is not the time to release it, so don’t worry too much about it.”

“…Isn’t it time to let it out?”

“You didn’t come to see me, did you? My brother is on the top floor. “You can go there.”

Yangcheon, who was looking into Kangryang’s eyes, let out a sigh.

“They say that a born genius cannot surpass a talented person who pioneers his own path. “You have accumulated studies unbefitting someone of your age.”

“I will take it as a compliment.”

“I want to ask. When is the time to release your anger and resentment?”

Kang-ryang smiled.

“When I became stronger than Buju. Or the moment when the pontoon becomes extremely weak.”

“….”

“My revenge begins then. So don’t fall victim to that bastard’s sword.”

Yang Cheon, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke.

“You are a dangerous person.”

“I will take that as a compliment as well.”

“That’s a compliment. “It’s a compliment, but it could also be a death sentence for you.”

Yang Chen’s eyes grew cold.

“I can understand from just a short conversation. You are dangerous. You are the kind of person who will stick a knife to my neck at any time. “It seems like the tip of your sword will keep flickering if you just turn around.”

“That’s too much praise.”

“You worked hard to get there. Good luck.”

Paaaaang!

Yang Cheon’s fist hit Kang Ryang’s chest.

Fuwaaaaak!

Three pieces of Kang-ryang, who vomited blood, flew away and collapsed.