Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Episode 884

The moment of creation is both brief and eternal (3)

“Is there such a fight?”

The leaders watched the battle between the two super experts as if they were fascinated.

The words spoken by one of them represented everyone’s feelings.

The level of military power that has reached heaven is a state worthy of praise in itself. However, since they are all humans, they have different tendencies, different types of force they use, and different goals.

Yeonhojeong and Jonglibaek were the same yet different, different yet the same.

The level that Zhonglibaek wanted was in the sword itself. All you had to do was cut everything you wanted with a single sword. He was someone who risked his life for a stronger, more certain, and bigger cut.

On the other hand, the martial arts depicted by Yeon Ho-jeong had the goal desired by the majority of martial artists in the world who wanted to fly higher than anyone else, embracing all kinds of things that were difficult to define. However, he was a man who knew what he should do while trying to achieve a goal that was difficult to define.

Two masters who each run for the ultimate goal they pursue. Attack takes precedence over defense, and he spares no effort in each blow.

However, because their targets were different, their martial arts skills were very different. At the same time, as they were fiercely running toward their goal, their martial arts skills were extremely similar.

Higher, stronger, more perfect.

Jonglibaek’s sword was like Yeonhojeong’s fist.

Looking at the amount of attack power and the complete form of martial arts itself, Zhonglibaek seemed to have the upper hand, but Yeonhojeong’s martial arts, which never lost sight of the flow of power, were also close to art.

Even in martial arts that boast destructive power, each person clearly shows what they are pursuing and shows off surprisingly beautiful dance moves. Even though blood flowed and flesh was torn, those who saw it did not feel cruelty or danger.

He was drunk on fighting.

The two people who hold the best festival that warms everyone’s hearts, the festival that the martial arts people want the most.

Watching the fight, Yeonwi realized something.

‘Was that it?’

The face of my son, swinging his two fists like gunfire as if possessed.

Although it was a long distance away, Yeonwi could clearly see her son’s expression.

Yeon Ho-jeong was smiling.

But I wasn’t laughing because I was drunk on something. Although he had a clear sense of reason, he was aware of the position he had achieved through the joy of fighting, and it was a smile made with confidence that he could get a glimpse of a higher level.

The same was true for Jonglibaek. How long has it been since I faced an indomitable opponent? He was beyond admiring and even moved by Yeon Ho-jeong, who was dealing with him with infinitely powerful strength while throwing countless invincible sword cuts that could split mountains.

Two people who show martial arts to perfection.

Two people who are destroying the perfection of radish and exploring something else on top of it.

The martial arts skills of the two people, who improved their skills moment by moment by making something else their own, could not be expressed even with the word ‘heavenly attire.’

And in it.

The aesthetics of strength that Yeon Ho-jeong wanted to show were incorporated into the beauty of perfectly controlled power.

‘It’s art.’

It is a famous battle that makes viewers sweat.

And the heart pounding came to Gangdong’s greatest charlatan, who was satisfied with his life.

‘If only I could gain the same strength as me.’

If only I could melt into the same realization as them.

It will be sweeter and more fantastic than any nectar in the world.

Grrrrrr.

Yeonwi’s fists were shaking.

In the eyes of Yeonwi, who was immersed in the fight between the two, there was no longer any sense of comfort and satisfaction in this position.

Toward a higher, more ecstatic place.

I want to reach that place and fight that Zhonglibaek. I also want to fight Yeon Ho-jeong.

I want to throw everything I have into the sea of enlightenment, which is nothing short of splendid, by competing not only with the Great Gong Gong, but also with the Sword Emperor Namgung.

Flash!

A ray of light penetrated the top of Yeonwi’s head.

An intangible something that is invisible to anyone and can only be known to oneself.

That something was the heavenly energy that shattered the huge iron gate that had already been painstakingly built in front of the path.

Ugh! Ugh!

The change has begun.

However, no one sitting next to him, not even the public ambassador, noticed the change in seniority.

Quietly but clearly.

Yeonwi, watching the fight between the two super experts, was moving away from her previous self.

* * *

Flash! Suddenly!

Yeonhojeong’s side was cut by the force that cut through the air.

It was a pretty deep cut. Although it did not reach the internal organs, it would have been cut for sure if the movement had been delayed by even half a step.

‘this.’

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes wavered slightly.

The two were possessed and used extravagant martial arts, but it was Yeon Ho-jeong who suffered a dangerous injury first.

What does it mean?

‘Strength…’

Decreased concentration.

Yeon Ho-jeong and Jong-li-baek were warriors who were good at killing with a single strike. They are skilled at striking an overwhelming blow, enough to change the flow of a fight with a single strike if they put their mind to it.

Those people have already exchanged hundreds of blows with their best efforts.

Anyone who fights at this level is bound to get tired. Although it is a power not permitted to humans, it is ultimately only humans who use that power, so it is inevitable that its endurance and stamina will decline over time.

And surprisingly, Yeon Ho-jeong was one step behind Jong-ri-baek in terms of physical strength before the internal attack.

Although there is no such thing as loss of strength due to the ups and downs of time as he has reached the level of Banseon in his seventies, it is normal for Zhonglibaek, who has not experienced combat for a long time, to have less concentration than Yeonhojeong.

Nevertheless, Yeon Ho-jeong got tired first.

However, this was not Yeon Ho-jeong’s failure, but Jong-ri-baek was great. The divine energy at the top went out of control, causing the bowl to crack, and he was able to hold the bowl together and maintain the sacred energy using only his mental power.

Such a task is so difficult that it is close to impossible even for masters who have reached great heights. With such mental power, he is fighting the incredible battle of his life, so he cannot tire even if it means giving up his life.

Flash! Flash!

It gets faster.

The movements of dozens of Geodo swords are powerful enough to cut through castle walls with a single blow.

The speed of such cutting was slightly increasing as time passed. It was a fearsome sword technique and a skill beyond imagination.

thud!

Yeon Ho-jeong, who had sutured the wound with the Hwangryonggi, gently advanced and struck down the sword. While I was making an opening and firing a blow, I received another sword blow to the shoulder.

Quang!

Jonglibaek was pushed away, coughing up blood.

Although they were faster and used more powerful force, the martial arts skills of the two were so close that it was difficult to argue about their superiority.

If you get too caught up in it like you are now, you could face a counterattack. And Yeon Ho-jeong, who took this blow well, was able to collect himself, even if only for a moment.

“Whoa!”

“Cough!”

Yeonhojeong is out of breath, coughing up blood, and at the same time, Jongribaek is correcting his internal injuries.

“….”

The two people stumbled and looked at each other.

My rough breathing was instantly corrected. The energy that fills the bodies of super experts is incomparable to that of ordinary martial artists. This was the reason why breathing returned quickly.

Yeon Ho-jeong said with a smile.

“You are amazing. “I didn’t know my concentration would drop first.”

“Why do I have trouble concentrating when I’m playing such a fun game? “Hagi…”

Zhonglibaek stroked his abdomen.

I corrected my torn intestines, but my abdomen still hurt. Although it is a method of inflicting trauma before causing internal injuries, it exerts the same power as a hammer.

“I was so absorbed. So I allowed the blow. “I was too focused on the attack.”

“I think so.”

“You are such an amazing person. The world is amazed that he has reached such a level at his age, and his understanding of the fight itself is also very high. “It seems like his ability to control energy is beyond me.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“It’s been a long time since we had a fight like this. “I don’t know how much longer I will live, but I wonder if I will be able to compete in a famous match like this again.”

Zhong Libai looked up at the sky.

In an extremely pleasant weather with a cloudless sky, Park Bing’s martial arts and Jininba’s martial arts were divided to the limit.

There will never again be a match as satisfying as this in the life of Jong Libaek, the best in the world. Even if I fight that sword emperor, even if I fight two gods or one god, it won’t be this satisfying.

and.

‘You damn disciple.’

Zhong Libai saw Wugu Gate in the distance.

Ogumun stood blankly with his mouth open. It seemed like he was greatly shocked by the battle between the two super experts.

Zhong Libai smiled.

‘But since he has that level of insight, he will be able to grow well on his own.’

It is impossible to properly trace the flow of this fight due to the level of ignorance. Common sense says so.

However, Oh Gu-moon had a talent that transcended common sense. As a so-called genius, he seemed to be gaining a lot even though he couldn’t completely grasp the flow.

The expression on his face was prayerful, and the emotions and divine energy oozing from his eyes proved it.

‘But don’t be arrogant. There are many monsters in the world that go beyond you. This young man competing with me right now is younger than you, but he is already crossing swords with this master.’

That’s enough. Even if you don’t say it, you will understand how you feel. Although he struck me in vain, he put his energy into each blow and forced his true energy into him.

I felt sorry for the teacher who could only express it that way. Still, I was grateful that he knew my sincerity and followed suit.

“Okay then.”

thud!

Jong-ri-baek, who had taken a picture of a truly evil sword, clapped his hands together on the completely broken floor of the non-stage.

“It’s good enough as it is, but I think the audience is starting to get tired of it.”

“You don’t seem to be bored at all.”

“When will they ever see a fight like this again? However, it is the day of the leader election, so why not use it when the protagonists are us?”

“I agree with that.”

“We are warriors who risk our lives with a single sword. “One way or another, we have to see the results clearly, right?”

“I agree.”

“There are some things I haven’t written about yet. Please accept it until the end.”

“I used up everything. So, I’m trying to go higher.”

“If you can, try it.”

Jump!

The true evildoer was pulled out.

Cheeeeeeeee!

A bloody haze rose from the large blade.

The energy of the sword was different when it was inserted into the ground and when it was pulled out again. It was true that there was a martial ability that had not been used yet, and that power seemed to be the last thing that Zhonglibaek could master.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Yeon Ho-jeong’s clothes and hair were flying around like crazy.

It unleashes a more powerful yellow dragon than before. It is a wave that shows pure strength, but it is full of harmony and majesty, making the viewer feel a sense of solemnity.

Zhong Libai grinned.

“Have I not done my best so far? “It’s a shame that the true energy density increases there.”

“I did my best. “But I didn’t risk my life.”

“There is no need to risk your life.”

“I don’t think there’s any need to hang it.”

“Yes, that’s true.”

The two lowered their posture at the same time as if they had made a promise.

“You said things like etiquette for dancing are useless, but for the first and last time, I want to be polite to my junior.”

Zhong Libai lifted his chin.

“I’ll only accept one sum. Come in first. Risk your life.”

Flash!!

A golden swirl arose in Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist.

In Jonglibaek’s eyes, it was a fist filled with soul that looked like a huge yellow dragon with its mouth wide open.

“going.”

The fight between the two masters has finally reached its end.

And the eyes of those who saw the final fight opened with even more surprise than before.