The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode

284

Jinmu’s left foot stretched out as if pushing off the ground, and the muscles of his right leg bent behind him swelled up.

click.

Ilhui slips out of the scabbard and puts it on his shoulder, then puts his left hand under his right hand and slowly adds strength to the tip of the swordsman.

Kurur.

Haze rises from the power that raises it to the limit, and the energy created by Jinmu and Song Yeo-bang intertwine to create screams like a precursor to a storm.

The energy of the two confronted without retreating an inch clearly divided the boundary by repeating one step at a time.

While Jinmu confronted Song Yeobang, the battle of Shanxi Chamber had already ended.

The Shanseo Chamber of Commerce, which lost all its power, was no match for the archers led by the Iron Sword and Daegung.

Chun Woo-myeong, who was being treated by Hwangshin and So Dong-bo, and other warriors, such as the Iron Swordsman who overpowered the Shanseo Chamber of Commerce, were watching Jinmu and Song Yeo-bang from a distance from the two.

The master’s fight that you will face in front of your eyes for the first time.

It had great significance. Because the former Cheonju’s inaction was the pride and pride of those who belonged to Sapaecheon.

There was only one thought in everyone’s head. What will the martial arts of Jinmu, Muk-ryong’s predecessor, be like?

Those who watched the two face each other with a tight momentum swallowed dry saliva from the burning thirst in their throats.

Swoop.

Ilhui, who held it with both hands, swept down his shoulder and headed toward the back, while Jinmu’s waist turned half way.

Kuduk kudduck.

Even though it was a small movement, the boundary line of the atmosphere created by the energy of the two is distorted.

gulp.

Unable to hold back the tension, someone swallowed the saliva in their mouth, moved their cry and blinked, but Jinmu and Song Yeo-bang’s eyes spewed out a mad light.

Aww!

be swung

Jinmu, who had taken a deep breath to make his chest swell, put the weight on his left foot and pulled Ilhwi quickly as he moved forward.

As if pulling a giant tree out by the root, Ilhui drew an arc and bent at the same time Song Yeobang raised the sword vertically.

Jinmu was divided horizontally, Song Yeobang was divided into bells, and the energy that came out collided with them to form 10 characters and the space was divided into four.

Kwagwagwang!

A storm raged in all directions along with an explosion of sound, and dust covered the faces of the two people.

Piyut!

Jinmu, who wielded the Mukryong in his foot sword, throws the sword and shoots out.

Unable to overcome its speed, the dust scattered through the gap in the atmosphere, which became a vacuum, was sucked in and formed a long tail.

Whoa!

The space exploded at the same time as the punch hit the fist of Song Yeo-bang, who was running in front of him.

The moment they are pushed by each other’s strength, Jinmu moves his hands quickly. With the skill of the sword, Ilhui pierces the thick dust.

Since it was Jinmu who used ink dragons, he could not use the shaman’s swordsmanship, but it didn’t matter if he used the sword. Because it is the realization of the sword, not martial arts.

Shia! Kaaang!

Song Yeo-bang, who swung his sword and hurriedly struck it off, hurriedly pulled back to prepare for the next attack, looking for Jinmu, who was hiding in the dust.

left side!

As soon as she felt the energy, Song Yeo-bang quickly crossed her arms to block it.

Whoa!

Song Yeo-bang’s body was pressed to the side by Jinmu’s heavy fist, which he struck with all his might, striking diagonally over it as if deliberately forming a sum.

Shuwook!

As soon as he hit it, he flew to the other side, and then the fist of Jinmu, who stepped on the ground and soared, flew again.

Bullfight!

“…!”

Song Yeo-bang couldn’t block Jinmu’s fist at the speed of a flash battle and had to be hit intact.

However, it is still too early to judge that Jinmu has a chance to win.

A transparent energy Kisan Gangmak created from Yeobang Song’s body.

It dissipated the energy of Jinmu, which contained tremendous power, and distorted the trajectory of the fist.

“Great…”

But the moment they met, Song Yeo-bang let out a deep moan at the strong counter-resilience, gritting his teeth, and thrusting his sword briefly into Jin-mu’s head.

Shuyuk!

As soon as he tilted his head back, Jinmu, who stepped back, widened his distance from Yeobang Song.

Naful.

“…”

A clump of hair only then flew away and slowly fell to the floor.

Battles that exchanged blows with each other.

Goosebumps filled Jinmu’s spine as he stared at Song Yeo-bang, who was frowning, with a cold gaze.

If I had been a little late in tilting my head, my head would have been perforated.

However, what appeared on Jinmu’s face was not fear, but extreme joy that can only be felt at the boundary between life and death.

Song Yeo-bang’s skills were not something that could be treated carelessly.

Even though it was lacking, how did Chun Woo-myeong push such a guy so far?

It was not good to mix the two martial arts against such a person.

Even if you can use Seonggi with a double heart hole, you will get tired quickly if you use it concurrently.

Moreover, he revealed that he was the lord of Sapaecheon, and this is the point at which all of his subordinates are watching.

If possible, you should win with only Mukryonghonwongong.

“Sweeup, whoa…”

He took a deep breath and exhaled, Jinmu retrieved Ilhui from the sky and threw it to the floor.

sigh

Seeing this, Song Yeo-bang twitched one eye.

Song Yeo-bang felt the same way as Jinmu felt.

The previous clash had sufficiently realized that age was no longer a consideration.

It was strong enough to shock his body even though the Kisan Gangmak was in operation.

But why did you throw the sword?

Song Yeo-bang carefully observed Jinmu’s movements.

However, Jinmu just stood still and stared at Song Yeo-bang.

“Hey, does that have a name?”

“…?”

“That self-defense thing.”

“…the Kisan Gangmak.”

The answer is also straightforward. I have the confidence to win unconditionally.

“Hmm, it’s a curtain of strong energy that disperses energy… It’s an easy-to-understand name. It’s quite useful.”

Jinmu nodded and returned to his stance.

“Are you planning to break through?”

“of course.”

“You are a mad man. The Kisan Gangmak is an absolute defense that has never been breached.”

“Because this body likes being first again.”

“Crazy. It’s good, look through it once!”

Song Yeobang grabbed the sword with both hands, raised it diagonally, and lowered his stance.

“It sucks. If you can’t get through, will you be the best in the world?”

Jinmu laughed and wrapped himself in the ink energy again.

A projectile that relaxes the muscles of the whole body and makes it extremely soft.

Literally, the bones and muscles become flexible and can make all the movements that the body allows.

I will make sure to pierce through your remaining tricks and tear you to shreds like Woo Myung’s hands.

Break up!

Jinmu’s feet dig into the ground vigorously.

Song Yeo-bang’s sword swung rapidly toward Jinmu, who narrowed the space with a single step.

Shuwook!

A black afterimage trailed behind Jinmu, who changed direction to avoid the sword attack.

squeak.

Song Yeo-bang quickly dodges after cutting off an afterimage that is not an entity, and Jin-mu runs after him and extends his fist.

Jjoong!

Song Yeo-bang’s sword, which was staggered away by the punch, drew numerous arcs in the air, and the afterimage of Jinmu avoiding the sword attacks one by one continued.

“…”

Those who watched the scene widened their eyes and opened their mouths as if it was a sin to dare to close them.

Their battle is a piece of ink painting drawn by a painter.

The sword he wielded becomes a brush, and Jinmu’s twisted and twisted movement to avoid the sword turns into an ink dragon and roams the air.

Whoa! Damn!

The intermittent workshops made the world sound like the roar of a dragon spouting while chasing its prey, and at one point it was overtaken by the speed of the black ink dragon that became a writing brush.

It was because Song Yeo-bang, who was unable to completely block Jinmu’s fists from which they slammed in any direction, was unable to fully swing his sword due to the shock.

The moment Muk-ryong left the brush and started moving on its own, Song Yeo-bang’s sword could no longer fulfill its role as a weapon.

“Keugh!”

He swung his sword while enduring the heavy shock, but he couldn’t keep up with Jinmu’s movements.

If you want to block the front, it will come flying from behind without knowing it, and if you want to avoid him, a fierce fist that will split the top of your head.

Damn!

A shock like a twisting of the spine spreads throughout the body.

Even though the kisan gangmak was exerting its power, the impact of being stabbed incessantly left a deep trembling in his body.

Zeng! Damn! Zeng!

The ink dragon turned into a black whirlwind.

Jinmu’s fists still beat fast, while Song Yeobang’s sword continued to lag behind.

As time went by, I couldn’t get a sense of where the fist was flying from.

“Oh, you son of a bitch…!”

Like a reed caught in a black whirlwind, Song Yeo-bang began to stagger violently every time he was hit.

However, it was not yet hit by an effective hit, and although the impact was strong, it was enough to endure with clenched teeth.

Song Yeo-bang waited and waited to catch Jinmu’s movements.

But if you keep this pace all the time, your breathing will fill up to the bottom of your chin. I had to aim for that momentary gap. Because that moment will be a moment of despair for him.

Whoa!

Jinmu, who had been driving continuously, felt annoyed.

It’s a terribly annoying martial art.

It was a miscalculation to think that if you add speed to your movement, the defense of the Kisan Gangmak will not be able to keep up with that speed.

What kind of guy’s martial arts is like this?

It felt like Song Yeo-bang stood up on its own without intention and defended its master.

I thought that the lady of the palace, and this guy, had mastered all the miscellaneous martial arts.

damn it If it wasn’t for the martial arts called Kisan Gangmak, he would have died a long time ago.

Whoa!

At that moment, the arm that had been punching became heavy and the raging wind died down.

“Paha!”

The moment the intersection of repeated inhalation and exhalation reaches its limit, a rough breath bursts out.

Breathing is the flow of true energy. At the same time as the breathing was disturbed, the true energy was cut off, and the movement of Jinmu, which was attacking Song Yeo-bang, slowed down.

Chun Woo-myeong had always pointed out the gap after the Yeonhwan-kik.

Damn it, if at all.

Jinmu quickly stamped on the ground and stepped back.

“…!”

Song Yeo-bang did not miss the momentary gap he had been waiting for as he was beaten like a turtle, chewed up the pain and quickly caught up and stabbed the sword.

Shuaak!

Frightened by the straight sword aiming for the middle of his forehead, Jinmu tilted his head and turned around backwards.

Fit!

cut

I escaped the situation where my forehead was pierced, but the blade of the sword grazed my forehead and blood spurted out.

Jinmu, whose body was heavy now that he could not use his strength, felt intuition that he would die without moving if the next attack continued.

Jinmu didn’t care about the wound, and at the same time as his body fell backwards, he gave strength to his foot.

cluck!

“…?”

Jinmu’s foot hit Song Yeobang’s chin.

“Big!”

Song Yeo-bang, whose lower jaw was forcibly lifted, raised his head and his broken teeth popped out.

Jinmu, who had barely retreated, took a quick breath and made the flow of true energy natural.

“Keuuu…”

Song Yeo-bang, who was bleeding profusely from the corner of his mouth, probably because he had been hit in the jaw, stumbled back and barely stood up using his sword as a staff.

“…?”

this kid… no way.

What is the Kisan Gangmak?

Jinmu smiled contemptuously at the thought that suddenly flashed into his mind.

It might really be a coincidence, but what if you’re right?

I’ll chew and eat the damn old man’s bones.