Chapter 670 – Laughter of Martial Arts
“I know. You have a lot of questions. But, for now, I think I’ll have to deal with miscellaneous things first. I’ll explain all of this later.”
After answering, Seong-il uses telekinesis to jump and land on a high roof.
‘By now, the Demonic Cultists must be lurking nearby.’
Seong-il, who grasped the situation, prepares for a fight by scattering several prepared dolls on the floor to summon his alter ego.
“Huh!!”
“No!?”
When one of his pupils brings a strange object to heal him, as well as using a mysterious technique to clone himself, the eyes of Cheongmyeongjin and Wonkang are once again widened to the size of a lantern.
‘How should I describe myself…?’
Seong-il, who had made up his mind to call the Demonic Cultists, shows a little trouble at the part where he introduces himself for a while.
‘Ah! A good idea came to my mind.’
In the midst of thinking about his identity, Seong-il’s mind suddenly came to mind, and Seong-il, who got a good idea from there, stops hesitating and gathers his inner strength to amplify his voice and shout.
“I hope Han Seong-il, the head of the Onm-Yang Hall, will meet the head of the Demonic Cult!!”
“Yin-Yang Hall?”
“Correction?!”
When the young disciple repeats an incomprehensible behavior over and over again, the master and the brother-in-law look even more confused.
“Oh! Has anyone known the whereabouts of my master?”
“!!!”
Not long after the party was confused by the incomprehensible appearance of Seong-il, someone surprisingly responds to his cry and appears in front of the party.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen that.’
Seong-il feels strangely happy when he sees young schoolmaster Eun-wol wearing black clothes and wearing a ghost mask.
‘There is no law of total protection.’
When the total protection law, which is the shadow of all this, is not nearby, Seong-il orders the creator’s doll to secretly explore the area and find him.
“Aren’t you ashamed to say that a religious leader uses poison in a mean way?”
Seong-il raises the bottle of alcohol he brought into the air and sharply shoots at the young schoolmaster in a sarcastic tone.
“Poison? What’s the point of using poison? You’re quick to attack the target only to get innocent people out of the conflict?”
‘Did he speak so well?’
Seong-il, who has been through Eun-wol, who only speaks softly and obediently to himself, and hears her sharp tone after a long time.
“Ha! Are you laughing at me? I’ll have to see if you deserve to be laughed at!”
When a man wearing a strange mask covering his nose and eyes smiles as if he is having fun listening to his answer, So Gyo-ju looks furious and charges at Seong-il with his men, as if he felt it was a provocation against him.
“Dare!!”
When the Demonic Cultists try to attack his disciple, Qingmyeong Jin-in immediately draws his sword and tries to cut down the So Gyo-ju.
However, the subordinates of the Demonic Cult weren’t stupid enough to let the minor master get attacked, so they also drew their weapons as a group and blocked the people of Qingming Jin.
“Come on! Let’s have fun! First of all, would you like to take a look at Kwonjutsu?”
“Ha…!! That kind of provocation to the master… Good! Let’s play with him.”
As if she had properly fallen for Seong-il’s provocation, So Gyo-ju puts the sword she was holding back into her waist and then powerfully blows her palm at Seong-il.
“Good!”
Seong-il exclaims in exclamations as he defends against Eun-wol’s attack, aiming for a blind spot from all directions and stabbing him sharply.
“Chit!!”
However, Seong-il, who has no meaning at all because of the reaction, easily avoids the quick and sharp attack of the young master by exquisitely stepping on foot.
If there is no floor due to fighting on the roof, he made a temporary scaffolding with telekinesis and overcame the terrain by floating in the air.
“You bastard!”
And, as if that leisurely appearance offended the young master, the young master, furious, sprinkled fast and sharp herbivores on Seong-il with all his might.
‘Certainly, maybe it’s because I haven’t learned the Black Spell yet, the Dark Spell unique to the Demonic Cult is still weak.’
Former minor master. In other words, Eunwol was able to complete the last stage with the help of Seongil himself, so the current Sogyoju’s martial arts, which omitted the process, feels much weaker than the current Eunwol.
“Hey! Shall we play properly?”
Seong-il, who has been consistently avoiding the minor master’s attacks, starts to spread the strong bankruptcy right to the minor master while stepping on the chaotic step after raising the Sunyang Ganggi in his hands.
“Kuh…!!”
Sogyoju, with the unfinished black sword in his hand, somehow tries to block Seongil’s blazing sunyanggang attack mixed attack.
However, the still unfinished black sword could not stop his heinous attack, and in the end, So Gyo-ju was beaten by Seong-il’s attack and started to be pushed back little by little.
“This guy…!!”
Despite the power of black flesh that only an orthodox successor of the Demonic Cult could wield around his body, Sogyoju feels fear and anger at the same time whenever he blocks Seongil’s fist, which contains Sunyang Ganggi, and feels tremendous pain shaking his entire body. Feel
“I will kill you!!”
In the end, realizing that he cannot stop Sunyanggang with his body wrapped in black meat, Gyoju So takes out his sword and starts swinging it at Seongil with a wild roar.
“Certainly, the power of swordsmanship is still lacking because there is no piercing sword, right?”
“What?!”
When Seong-il brings up the cult of the previous leader and belittles himself, the So Gyo-ju swings his sword at Seong-il with all his might, in a half-mad state, as if he had exploded.
‘Hmm… I guess I’ll have to help the surroundings soon.’
It is becoming more and more difficult to block the mad attacks of the young masters who are doing their best, and the situation is difficult for Ambassador Wonkang and Qingmyeongjinin due to the demons constantly flocking to and from the surrounding area.
Unlike in the past, the two masters were not poisoned, so they were normal powers, and their alter egos were also a pretty big power, so unlike the past, it seemed that they were barely holding on.
“Enlightenment!”
Seong-il casts an intense fantasy storm in order to overcome the current situation that is being pushed back to some extent.
“!!!”
Suddenly, the strange master in front of him shouts something, and countless alter egos resembling him appear around him. Seeing that unrealistic scene, So Gyo-ju forgets to attack Seong-il for a moment and looks around with a bewildered expression.
‘Ethereal Stone of Spirit…!!’
Driven by momentum, Seong-il uses Stone’s intense mental wave to create extreme confusion in the minds of the magicians who attack the Laughing Temple.
“Extreme confusion!!”
“Misfortune!!”
And the alter egos, who read the intentions of Seongil like ghosts, use all sorts of mental magic around them using the magic book of wonders passive to keep pace with Seongil.
“Aaaaa!!”
In the end, the Demonic Cultist, who was directly hit by the storm-like mental attack, suddenly started attacking his colleagues around him with half-turned eyes.
“What are you doing!!”
When all of a sudden, his subordinates go crazy and attack each other, So Gyoju presses on his subordinates with a bloodstain erected around his neck.
“How does it feel to have been hit by a bunch of tricks on the contrary?”
Seong-il approached like a ghost and mocked her, who had lost sight of him for a moment due to her embarrassment and anger, and punched the bankruptcy priest in her torso.
“Keugh…!!”
Beaten by Seongil’s merciless attack, quiet and swift like her ghost, So Gyoju vomits blood from her mouth and flies away.
“This… Gnome!!”
Not only is the plan she desperately prepared for the revival of sexual intercourse exposed, but she is severely counterattacked and is on the verge of failure. So Gyoju cannot stand her anger and vomits blood, but gets up and tries to attack her holy day. .
‘Shall we finish soon…?’
Seong-il wants to end this situation and opens her inventory to summon Arun Rabe.
‘Seongil!! They have arrived!!’
At that time, a word of warning echoed in her own head. At the same time, someone tries to break into the chaotic battlefield with a loud shout nearby.
“Small schoolmaster!!!”
“The General Protection Act!!”
‘That bastard…’
The appearance of a large man who brought dozens of Demonic Cultists. Seong-il hears that familiar voice and feels his blood boiling after a long time.
“Arunrabe! Change into a weapon suitable for a guru!”
Ugh…!!
Taking advantage of the momentary commotion, Seong-il orders Arunrabe to transform into a weapon suitable for this world.
‘Infernal…?’
Unexpectedly, Arunrabe transforms into the form of a buljin carried by Taoists. Seong-il, embarrassed by this, picks it up and habitually injects it into his inner energy.
Then, interestingly, Buljin’s hair reacts violently with Seongil’s internal energy and begins to transform into a pure Yangganggi.
“Huh… Are you okay?”
After injecting his inner energy, Seong-il picks it up and swings it vigorously around Buljin, who looks surprisingly usable.
Chow ah!!
A bloody strong wind like flame that spreads everywhere with a sharp sound tearing through the air.
“Quaaaaagh!!”
And unluckily, some of the demons who were standing nearby and were hit directly by the whip of the strong spirit died on the spot with a terrible scream.
“You bastard!! How dare you interfere with the great cause of sexual intercourse!! I’ll tear you to death!!”
Chong Ho-beop, seeing Seong-il’s fierce attack, roars while looking at Seong-il, tearing apart several fantasy alter-egoes around him.
“Oh! Who is this! Aren’t you the head of the Blood Church? Are you having a lot of trouble acting as a faithful dog of the Demonic Cult?”
“…!!”
When his secret flows out of the mouth of the monster in front of him, the powerful gunho-beop stops talking with a flinch.
“Blood Religion Lord! Are you trying to resurrect the blood god of the past to raise that bastard, and then repeat that again? Heaven is watching you!! Shame on you!!”
“…What bullshit are you talking about!”
When everyone in the hall glared at him at the cry of a young guru in front of his eyes, the total defense law gritted his teeth and desperately denied Seongil’s words.
‘Now…!!’
Total number law. No, taking advantage of the momentary loss of momentum due to the embarrassment of the blood lord, Seong-il injects all his energy into Buljin and wildly wields it at the blood lord.
Chow ah!!
“Quaaaaagh!!”
After being hit directly by the bloody attack of the sunyangganggi scattered like a whip in Buljin, the blood priest could not withstand the bloody power and took a direct hit on his body, even though he protected himself with the strongki.
“This guy…!!”
Enraged at the long wound on his chest, Chong Ho-beop tries to protect himself and stop the bleeding by using internal energy.
Roaring!!
However, when the strong power of Arunrabe is added to the power of Sunyang, the power takes root in the body of the total defense and makes his body suffer like a curse.
“Fantastic tricks…!!”
Chii Iik…!!
A word that came out of the mouth of the angry total protection law. And at the same time, interestingly, a thick scent of blood emanates from his body and begins to push the Sunyang Ganggi out of his body.
“Haha! The power of blood! You’re trying to say that you’re not the blood lord after using the power unique to blood ties? It’s detestable.”
After that, Seong-il went on to talk about telekinesis and Sunyang Ganggi. Using all the available power mercilessly, he starts to attack the Total Protection Act and the nearby Demonic Cultists.
“Quaaaaagh!!”
Even though all the demonic cultists were elite, they suffered great damage as they were helpless and unable to resist the psychokinesis and mental attack that they had never experienced before.
Even Pia cannot be distinguished because of the fantasy, so in less than a day or two, the placenta dies at the hands of Seong-Il and his alter ego.
“…We will definitely come back!!”
When the guru wearing a strange mask in front of him kills his subordinates using all sorts of magic and powerful martial arts, the gun guard beams a curse while carrying the master over his shoulder and turns his back.
‘Whoa… I managed to block it somehow.’
Although it is a fake situation in a fake world, Seong-il feels that the guilt that has been holding in his heart for a long time is washed away little by little as a result of this.
“Muhak!! What the hell… What is the situation?! What is the magic trick you just used?!”
Then, while Seong-il was lost in thought for a while, Cheongmyung-jin, who saw that the demons had retreated, approached Seong-il with a look of incomprehension and asked a question.
“…Let’s go to a quiet place for now. This place has a lot of ears.”
