Chapter 245 – 246. I Will Become the Greatest Swordsman in the World.

Morak Morak

The dust cleared and a human figure was revealed.

Gulp

Numerous people in the hall stared at it, swallowing saliva.

And soon, a look of astonishment began to fill their eyes.

This is because the results were completely unexpected.

It was because the person standing alone in the central vacant lot was Seonwoo, not the lucky man.

They rubbed their eyes again and again in disbelief.

However, even after watching it over and over again, I could confirm that Sunwoo was still standing.

Soon they realized

The fact that the lucky loser lost.

They turned their eyes and looked for the fortune teller.

And could see

The image of a lucky person lying on the ground and lying miserably.

Numerous disciples of Cheongseong looked at him and sent sad glances.

It was Sasook who risked dishonor to restore their honor.

The sight of such a sasuk falling apart was so unfamiliar to them and so heartbreaking.

The title of the First Sword of the Qing Dynasty was not limited to the personal military power of the lucky man.

That title became a source of pride and a goal for many disciples of Cheongseong.

However, such a lucky person lost.

That too is miserable.

A tremendous emotional shock and deprivation began to take hold of them.

How much time has passed

Wince

The lucky man’s body trembled and began to move.

“Cool Cool Cool”

And not long after, the unlucky man coughed up blood.

It was because he collided with Seonwoo’s sword ring and suffered internal injuries.

“Two`

Unlucky Jeok spat the phlegm mixed with his blood onto the ground.

I felt a burning sensation in my throat, but I tried to ignore it.

Widely

Soon his hand moved and he quickly touched the ground.

Uncle Jeok-ja, who had reached the ground, slowly raised his body.

Laryngeal

When I got up, the dust that was buried in my body started to fall.

However, the lucky deficit did not care and completely raised his body.

“Now take the sword away. I think you’ve got enough dirt in your eyes.”

Seonwoo looked at the fortune teller and continued.

Although it was mixed with jokes, it was a question containing an invitation to stop taking up the sword.

“Hey… Have you reached the level?”

The fortune teller looked at him with surprised eyes and continued.

“I just had an epiphany.”

Sunwoo answered his question calmly.

“How…”

Hearing his words, the fortune teller was stunned by surprise.

How can he reach the absolute state called Hwagyeong at such a young age?

What is the absolute boundary?

Isn’t it the highest level that only less than 10 of the countless Murim people in the central plains have reached?

Disbelief flickered in his eyes.

It was a level he had barely achieved by devoting his forty whole lives to the sword.

But to think that he had already reached that level at the young age of Lee Rip.

Arrogance began to swell in his heart.

My first thought was jealousy.

How could he reach such heights at such a young age?

I was jealous.

And the feeling I had was an inferiority complex.

An inferiority complex about his power and talent, which overwhelms even himself who has just risen to the scene, soared.

The last emotion I felt was shame.

He was the one who ran at the cost of all dishonor.

However, the man in front of me was wielding a sword and turned into an ugly round.

In front of the disciples of Cheongseong.

He felt an immense, indelible shame rising up.

“Keuuuuu!”

The lucky man rose up in anger.

He himself

The one who is called the first sword of the Qing Dynasty

It was defeated

That’s also for the late Ji-soo, who is only about the size of a third-generation disciple.

Anger rose to the point of disorientation, and my heart began to throb without rest.

Who do you mean?

He stood out from the time he entered Qingcheng, and even after that, he always occupied the top position, wasn’t he himself?

But he was defeated.

He was defeated even after reaching the absolute state called Hwagyeong.

A terrible sense of inferiority and inferiority began to cover his whole body.

And soon, the sense of inferiority and inferiority that covered his whole body began to dominate his body.

“We haven’t lost yet!!!!!!”

He exploded all remaining energy in an instant.

The Diary of Mansanggui and Living began to be transformed into a complex energy.

“Quaaaaa”

His energy, which had been strong before, began to grow stronger.

The lucky man thought.

The fact that in order to wash away all this humiliation and shame, I had to break the man in front of me.

Woo woo woo woo woo

His indigo color became more and more intense, and soon it began to turn black.

“Cheongsung! I won’t lose!!!”

Along with his cry, black ganggi dyed in black exploded from the sword.

“Huh!”

And Seonwoo, who was exposed to the strong wind, let out a groan without even realizing it.

It was an unparalleled killing spree that reminded me of Dokma, the elder of the Demonic Cult.

Sunwoo could tell.

The fact that the current state of the lucky person is not a normal state.

“Shimma”

Seonwoo looked at him and sighed quietly.

Yes.

The lucky person fell into the mind and spirit.

Everyone has a demon deep in their heart.

Whether it is a high priest who preached Buddhism all his life or a Taoist who practiced the Way all his life, there is no exception.

In most cases, in most cases, the existence is not properly known, but in the case of an unmanned person who has reached the state, there are cases in which the existence is revealed.

The lucky person has now fallen into such a mindset.

It was because his mind was unstable due to the terrible sense of defeat and inferiority against Sunwoo in a state where he had just reached the absolute point.

“Oh ahhhhh!”

The fortune teller looked at Seonwoo and let out a lifelike scream.

Shoot aaaaa

Along with that, a goosebumps of death spread throughout the central clearing.

Then he raised his blackened sword.

Booung

And he swung it straight at Seonwoo.

The black river qi flew towards Seonwoo.

Seonwoo quickly turned around his self-defense flag and deflected his strong spirit.

Quaang

“Suck”

Receiving his strong energy, Seonwoo frowned.

It was because I felt an unpleasant feeling in his black river.

The aura contained in the black river was the aura of slaughter and destruction.

Sunwoo knew about this aura.

It was the energy possessed by the poisonous horse that drove Seonwoo to the brink of death in the past.

Sunwoo’s sense of inferiority and defeat instilled in his sword the energy of slaughter and destruction.

“The lucky one! Wake up!”

Seonwoo looked at the fortune teller and shouted loudly.

It was because I thought it was dangerous to go on like this.

Simma was like a disease of the mind.

If not resolved in time, it will grow bigger and eventually create irreversible results.

From Sunwoo’s point of view, the condition of the lucky man was very dangerous.

The pinnacle sword attack filled with the energy of the blue sky is filled with the energy of destruction and slaughter.

It was the same kind of energy as the Demonic Cult.

If he is left like this, Jungwon Murim will face the worst sword demon.

“Don’t order me!!!!!!”

After hearing Seonwoo’s words, the lucky man let out a lifelike shout.

He didn’t like everything about Sunwoo.

His behavior

His personality

His tone

His martial arts

There was nothing I didn’t like.

I didn’t even like that he was breathing.

So he gave the order.

Dare to say it to yourself.

There was no way there wouldn’t be a backlash.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!!!!!!”

The enormously large black steel blades of the sword of the unlucky man appeared.

Compared to the previous time, it was a size that was not inferior at all.

“Aaaaa!!!!”

Black ganggi began to gather at the tip of the sword in an instant.

“I’ll show you the majesty of the Blue Cloud Sword!”

With his scream-like cry, a black orb formed at the tip of the sword.

This time it was a fully formed sphere, not a warped one.

Sunwoo could tell.

The fact that the sphere formed by the lucky person in the mind is a perfect sword ring, unlike the previous time when it was incomplete.

“I am the first sword of Qingseong!!!”

The fortune teller looked at Seonwoo and shouted loudly.

Her eyes were bloodshot and a cruel smile was on her lips.

My mind didn’t look sober.

Seonwoo, who saw such a lucky man, slowly raised his sword.

It was because he realized that the situation of the lucky man now was so miserable that it could not be put into words.

“Whoa”

Sunwoo let out a big sigh.

Then, he began to use Yin-Yang Harmony New Art in a polar way.

Then, the internal forces in the danteon shook and began to wrap around Sunwoo’s entire body.

The internal forces that covered his entire body began to gather in Seonwoo’s sword in an instant.

Woo woo woo woo

And strong forces that were incomparable to those of the past came out.

Seonwoo compressed those strong qi and compressed them again and again.

Soon, at the tip of Seonwoo’s sword, a round orb-shaped strong qi formed.

Seonwoo, who created the sword ring, looked at the lucky man in front with his straight eyes.

Sunwoo was guessing.

That’s why he was in his heart.

Obviously, the mind of the lucky person must be the mind created by the burden of restoring the honor of Cheongseong and the feeling of inferiority toward oneself.

He wanted to restore the honor of Cheongseong, but he felt that he could not overcome Sunwoo who stood in his way.

That twisted mind would have taken its place as Shimma.

Sunwoo felt pity for him.

He was obviously a foolish man who was self-willed and fell into an inferiority complex, but in the end, all of his things came from his mind for the sake of a monk.

He was stubborn after choosing dishonor for the sake of the monk.

He felt an inferiority complex towards Seonwoo, which prevented him from recovering his honor as a monk.

After all, it all stems from the love of hearing.

How can I not have compassion

It was definitely a twisted love, but at least his single-mindedness toward Cheongseong was fully conveyed to Seonwoo.

And Sunwoo wanted to save him.

Although he made a foolish choice, it was because his deep and deep love for the monk moved his heart.

Sunwoo slowly raised his sword.

Then, he raised the sword and aimed it at the lucky man.

It was a plan to break it with overwhelming force, to the extent that the word gruesome would not be enough.

It’s such an overwhelming gap that you don’t even feel inferiority.

That would be the only way to get the lucky man out of his mind.

“I will become the greatest sword in the world.”

Seonwoo looked at the lucky man and shouted with a calm expression on his face.

“The greatest sword in the world!? You arrogant son of a bitch!!!!!!”

Upon hearing this, the fortune teller was enraged.

It’s the best sword in the world

What on earth do you think the greatest sword in the world is?

There were a lot of people who made a family with a sword in the middle court.

Geomwang Taesan, Cheongeomhu Jooyang, and Geomje Pae Dojun

And finally, Lee Jae-won, who is absolutely invincible

So many swordsmen are aiming for the best sword in the world in midfield.

How could a child who hadn’t even grown up say such a thing carelessly?

“Don’t be ridiculous!!!!!!”

As it was, Unjokja swung a compressed sword ring filled with black strong energy.

Woo woo woo

The energy inside it was so powerful that even the air around the sword ring began to distort.

Seonwoo also swung the sword ring at the lucky person.

Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam

Soon after, Seonwoo’s sword ring and Unjeokja’s sword ring met, creating a tremendous roar and shockwave.

“Aaaaa!!!!!”

The lucky man let out a scream at the tremendous shock transmitted through his sword.

It hurt

His wrists were sore, and blood was seeping out of his palms.

But he never let go of his tightly gripped sword.

I wanted to win.

I wanted to beat the man in front of me.

With his own blue luck sword.

The lucky man gripped his hand even more tightly.

Soon, he concentrated all his energy in the danteon and began to make the sword ring bigger and bigger.

The black sword rings gathered at the tip of the sword began to grow in size.

The size of the sword ring, which was only about the size of a marble, grew to the size of a human head.

“I’m dying!!!!!!!!!!”

He dared to speak words that a Taoist disciple should never have dared to say, and thrust out his sword.

The lucky loser had a premonition of victory.

There was already a huge difference in the size of the sword ring.

Although Seonwoo is a genius, he was not good enough for himself.

Surely he will win.

I thought so.

Shit

Then, a strange sound came from somewhere.

Blah blah blah blah

And the disparate sound came louder and clearer.

The lucky man felt puzzled.

What do you mean?

The fortune teller turned his gaze and looked in the direction of the sound.

Damn

And he knew

What is this sound like?

The identity of the sound was that of crackling.

That’s the sword he’s holding.

Damn

Passsss

The moment he realized the identity of the sound

Exquisitely, all the swords were broken.

Numerous fragments of swords began to scatter in the air.

The fortune teller looked at Seonwoo with a shocked expression.

How can you say that your sword is broken?

Surely the size of the sword ring was not even bigger than he himself?!`

What the hell did that mean?

“For men, strength isn’t everything. It’s skill.”

Seonwoo opened his mouth while looking at such a lucky deficit.

The fortune-teller blankly looked at Seon-woo.