Chapter 704 – Laughter of Martial Arts
“Who is Bindo? He is the direct descendant of the investigation of the Onmyokan that sealed the blood body!!
Seong-il uses the voice-changing function of the spirit mask to shout in a middle-aged voice to the executive of Baekho Party.
“Master, this is not a place where only Murim people gather. Please lower your voice.”
When Seong-Il knows that only high-ranking people know about it, Baekho Party’s executive feels that Seong-Il is an unusual person and tries to calm him down in the most polite tone possible.
“If you want me to calm down, you just have to bring Chen Chunhui to me!!”
“…”
The executive of Baekhodang, who tried to save the face of the guru in front of him as much as possible and speak well, shouted Seong-il’s leader’s name in succession as if calling a subordinate.
“You dare…!! I don’t know if you don’t know where you came from! !”
“If you’re that good, do you handle the job properly? Bindo also isn’t a master to do this guy and that guy carelessly, so call Jin Chun-hwi, you bastard.”
“This guy!!!”
Since the face of the Murim lord is equal to his honor, the executive of the Baekho Party eventually couldn’t hold back his anger and took out the sword hanging from his waist.
“Even if I’m being punished today, I’ll teach you how to behave!!”
“What is the young man…”
“Ha! Swordsmanship has no age!! Shut up and pull out your weapon, you bastard bastard!!”
The executive of Baekhodang, as if he was quite pissed off, starts swinging his sword at Seongil without hesitation.
However, even in the midst of that, as if he hadn’t completely let go of reason like a master of the political faction, he wielded his sword at Seong-il without even using a killing force.
“Yusera with such skill. The reputation of the Murim League has died.”
Because he quickly and accurately analyzes and evades each opponent’s movements with sensitivity, the executives of Baekhodang cannot touch Seongil even a single tip of him, even though he is a peak unmanned man in his own way.
“…!!”
When the guru in front of him not only avoided the sword he wielded casually with his hands behind his back, but also mocked himself by staying close to him on purpose, the executive of the Baekho party gradually felt the situation was serious and hardened his complexion.
“Are you done?”
While the opponent realizes Seong-il’s skill and is embarrassed, Seong-il accelerates his body using the power of the temporal trait that he has become quite accustomed to, and takes out Arunrabe, which has transformed into Buljin’s form, from his arms.
Damn!!!
With the sharp sound of a whip, the Baekho Party executive swinging his sword in front of Seongil flies away to the door while floating in the air.
Quaang!!
Tension rises on the faces of the Moorim lords as they watch the fleeting fight nearby at Buljin’s attack power, which is bloody for a sneaky wield.
“It’s an assault!!”
True to the fact that the elites of the political faction flocked to the Murimmaeng, despite the fact that they saw the movements close to the miracle of the Holy Day, the lower-level guides did not panic at all and called for support mercilessly.
Visor!!
The guides guarding the entrance with sharp swords drew their swords in unison and surrounded Seongil.
“How dare you!! Do you think you can survive even if you do something like this!!”
Although he may be frightened when he sees an officer who is many times stronger than himself fall in one shot, the lower-level Moorim followers try to attack Seong-il without the slightest fear.
“Oh, how is it?”
Even when the second-class and first-class fighters launch sharp pincers at him, Seong-il consistently evaluates their attacks with a relaxed attitude.
“Kuh!?”
The moment the sharp water spray was fired at her holy day, the Moorim Lord felt a sharp pain similar to that of a dagger being driven into her head.
“Keuug…!! Mo… The body?!”
In the meantime, even the feeling that her intangible power holds her own body strongly. The bewildered warriors try to resist somehow by drawing on their inner strength, but the time force field and psychokinesis that Seong-il manifests. And the powerful power of the bright environment that penetrates their heads strongly restrains their bodies and minds.
Shaaah…!!
While the Murim Mengdo is embarrassed by the situation in which her own body has become heavier than her own, a sound similar to the sound of waves begins to flow around her holy day.
“This… Is this…!?”
Shock begins to stain the face of the Moorim Mentor, who was cold-hearted at the strange phenomenon she had never seen before.
“Are you going to use it as a surprise already? This is just a joke.”
Seong-il, who plays a middle-aged Taoist, lightly laughs at the startled Moorim Mengdo and then casts a brighter light in their heads.
“What?!”
Surprisingly, when the middle-aged guru who stood in front of her suddenly appeared beside her, a Murim leader turned her sword to the side in fright.
“Your leftovers!! You evil guru!!”
“Oh Song, are you crazy!?”
When his colleague suddenly swings a sword at him, his colleague Murim Mengdo frightens him and stops him.
“Shut up, where are you messing around!! You bastard!!”
“What… Huh?!”
The moment the embarrassed soldier tries to wrestle with him, the colleague in front of him starts to look like a guru.
“Dare!!”
And for some reason, because of the rising anger and excitement, the Murim Mengdo loses control and starts swinging their swords like crazy.
“Die!!”
“Aaaaa!!”
The inside of the Moorim-maeng, which quickly became a father-in-law. Even the Murim Mengdo, who came with a request for support, start swinging their swords around in a half-mad state.
‘It kills the effect.’
Seong-il, fascinated by the illusion created by Seong-il, sees the Moorim guide in a frenzy waving his sword in the air.
‘It’s fortunate that the Ethereal Stone of Spirit is not needed by the Gaia system.’
Seong-il is satisfied with the presence of the Ethereal Stone because it shows a bloody synergistic effect when combined with the environment and mental system magic.
“Aaaaa!!”
Every time Seong-il enters the vast Moorim-maeng, the maddened screams and the sound of clashing weapons.
In the crazy situation that happened in an instant, all the warriors of the Moorim Maeng immediately finished their battle posture and gathered in the field.
“Where is Jin Chun-hwi!! Jin Chun-hwi!!”
Seong-il, who has subdued the Murim lord in an instant by spraying fog that causes extreme confusion in the hall with a clear sky, secretly drinks a mana potion and summons the Murim lord.
“Stop!! Who are you, who dare to do such nonsense in the Moorim League!!”
Even if you send an ordinary unmanned person, the situation only gets worse and worse as the taste goes away due to the wide-area casting of Seong-il.
In the end, to solve the situation, the best member of the army hurriedly prepares and jumps out and aims her sword at her Seongil.
‘Oh… How long can I withstand the mental interference of my environment from the climax?’
Even though they frowned and struggled with the mental attack, they were climax warriors who showed a completely different appearance from ordinary warriors who went into a frenzy and messed around.
“Call Jin Chun-hwi, kids.”
“Dare!!”
Enraged at Seong-il’s arrogant words, the owner of the Blue Dragon takes out his sword and uses a sharp spray to attack Seong-il.
‘It’s not easy to directly interfere with the mind, but what about this?’
Starting from the holy day, the haze of welcome that is scattered begins to thicken. And soon after, dozens of men who look exactly like the middle-aged guru disguised as Seong-il start popping out of there.
“You have a strong will, right? He’s a useful kid.”
“Do you think the evil guru will succumb to cheating!!”
The head of the Blue Dragon Dang, So Gunpyeong, was frightened when dozens of the same-looking guru appeared out of nowhere, but he hid his true feelings as much as possible and sprayed a storm of powerful swords around him.
“It’s fake!! Don’t panic!! It’s just a gimmick!!”
As a result of swinging his sword several times, the elite Murim leader, who realized that the people in front of him were nothing more than elaborate illusions, shouted loudly and tried to reassure his comrades.
“Is it really so?”
“!?”
Suddenly, the same voice pops out from all directions at the same time.
The moment when Murim Mengdo flinched at her back in that bizarre situation. Innumerable illusions all at once started attacking the Murim Mentalist.
“Fake guys have to fight for a fake… Kkeuh!!”
Most of the people around her obviously thought it was a fake, but when she felt her sharp blow from behind, the Murim Lord started to panic.
“What the hell can kids who don’t even know heoheosil do?”
Seong-il, who has entered the main hall while ignoring the elite Murim guild, turns his head and mocks the heads of the Murim guild under the guise of advice.
“I was tricked…
After being intensively beaten by several of Seongil’s split-married alter egos among countless fantasies, So Gunpyeong collapses and rolls on the bed in a disgraceful appearance, not befitting the status and skill of the head of the Blue Dragon.
‘No matter how good your skills are, if you end up in a situation you’ve never experienced before, you end up like that.’
Seong-il recalls the experience of being beaten up by Yoo Chang-jin, the head of the Under Hunter Association.
No matter how overwhelming your abilities are, if you don’t know how to respond at all, you can be helplessly defeated by the opponent’s trumpet skills in superhuman combat.
For this reason, Seong-il today uses that advantage to beat the strongest of the Murim League, but he moves to the center of the Murim League, feeling that he too could end up like this if he is not careful.
‘Still, I’m glad I had a reaction. If you use the right reaction, you can respond immediately.’
“What kind of guy are you!!”
In a very short time, the turmoil grows out of control, and eventually Jin Chun-hwi, who was having a private conversation with the leaders of several political factions in the secret room at the center of the Moorim League, appears in the hall shouting in a furious voice.
“Oh. You must be the mighty Murim Lord?”
“…Who are you?”
When the only middle-aged guru has suddenly reached the depths of the Murim Meng, Jin Chun-hwi asks him a sharp question.
“Me? The guru who created this situation?
“Did you do this by yourself?”
“That’s right. Well, depending on your point of view, maybe not.”
Seong-il, who said so, uses the lighted sky and the split-marriage alter-ego again to make dozens of alter-egoes that look just like him appear around him.
“!!!!”
Seeing the shocking sight for the first time in his life, the Murim lord, Jin Chun-hwi, as well as Guo Gu Jin-in, who secretly visited the Murim League from the shaman faction, opened their mouths and looked at the scene.
“…Jinjin doesn’t seem to be an ordinary person, but why did he do such a terrible thing?”
As befits the head of the Domun lineage, Guo Jin-in quickly figures out that Seong-il created this commotion by using unparalleled Taoist magic, and asks Seong-il the reason.
“Terrible? If Bindo really wanted to do something terrible, Murim’s Guhal would have already left for the underworld.”
“…”
“At best, the young ones would be drunk with phantom magic and waving swords in the air, but what’s terrible?
Even though the other person could use water spray, when he said that he deliberately caused confusion, both Koo Jin-in and Jin Chun-hwi think that he may not be a hostile person.
“Because of my lack of frequency practice, I do not understand the true intentions of the Jinn. Could you please explain it directly?”
Guo Jin-jin is convinced that the master in front of him is the true leader of the ‘Leadership’ and asks Seong-il the purpose of his visit in a more polite tone.
“What the heck!! The previous investigator sacrificed his life to seal the blood god and entrusted the key to Jungwon Murim!! If you couldn’t keep that one, raise this Sadal!!!”
Seong-il intentionally creates a furious look and spits out words of anger while looking at Jin-in Koo and Chun-hwi Jin.
