Chapter 330 – Side Story. Dream of Return (11)

It seemed like he was aiming for my head with this blow, trying to knock me out with a single hit.

But.

“Hup!”

Suddenly, Park Soo-ho’s body, which had been lying limp like a dead rat, bounced back with unexpected elasticity. He quickly rotated his body in mid-air, allowing the brute’s downward force to dissipate.

“What…?”

The brute was momentarily stunned.

Taking advantage of the brute’s strength, Park Soo-ho rotated even faster and kicked him in the air.

Pang!

In the blink of an eye, the brute’s body shot up higher than his own height. Park Soo-ho’s eyes widened as he watched.

Then, taking full advantage of his spinning momentum, Park Soo-ho’s elbow struck the brute’s jaw.

Pyeok!

That was it. The brute’s jaw caved in, and he collapsed without even a scream, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Kkuk…kkureuk….”

He was still breathing, twitching and convulsing, but that was all.

Everyone gathered around knew it. That was a dead man.

The other brutes who had been blocking the road stood motionless, stunned and swaying.

“How…?”

“He took down the team leader in one blow?”

“He said he had never learned martial arts before.”

As the remaining brutes murmured in shock, Park Soo-ho flipped his body once in mid-air and finally landed on the ground.

Chwaak!

Perhaps to kill his spinning momentum, he dragged one foot on the ground and spun around once.

A small circle was drawn around where Park Soo-ho stood.

It was like a circle that represented his own territory. Standing in the center of it, Park Soo-ho lifted his head, which had been hanging low until now.

And the me from my past life…even I was staring at him with a look of shock.

The forehead that was torn apart and dripping with blood. The emotionless pupils that flashed in between.

Inside, there was an unbridled energy, and outside, a cold aura that could cut through anything.

That appearance was more like a beast that couldn’t communicate than a person. Or perhaps more like a sharp blade.

“I’m going crazy…what is this…?”

There was a gap of about 20 years, but Park Soo-ho was me.

So I could guess what I was thinking right now. I should have been there…

…But why does Park Soo-ho feel so unfamiliar to me right now?

Looking at the me from my past life with a bewildered heart was only for a moment.

“Hong Unni! Hong Unni! Is that it? Is that it?”

“It seems so! Oh my god…I thought it was just a kind of trick, but it turns out he was born with this talent…”

“Ah…even with a body that has no inner strength, he can still emit such a powerful aura like that night.”

Excited Pang So-so and admiring Hong Yeon-hwa and Sama-mang.

And Sama-mang, who tilted her head as if she didn’t understand English.

“Unnies? Mom? Please tell me too! Why am I the only one who doesn’t know?”

“That’s right. It’s my own business, but I don’t even know…what is this thick energy.”

Sama-mang grumbled with a hurt tone, urging the other women. Pang So-so, who was slightly excited, answered with an admiring tone.

“The gaze that Jin Gagaga showed at the end of the movie’s trial. It’s the same as now!”

“Gaze…?”

“You know the superlative martial artist you defeated at the end. The one who wielded the plum blossom swordsmanship even more gracefully.”

“Ah, that guy.”

Although it was a fictional character from the movie’s trial, he was like the final boss of a game, whatever he was called, the divine martial arts prince or something.

He was like a nightmare to me at the time, with a bad match-up and a difference in level.

He must have died dozens of times at the hands of that guy.

“But why did he…?”

“Do you remember the last thing he said to you as he was dying?”

“What was it? The name of the martial arts?”

“It’s something he said just before that.”

After recalling the memory of that time for a moment, I opened my mouth.

“…Geum-gwi.”

“Right. That feeling of Geum-gwi can still be felt from you in this life.”

If that feeling from back then was really true, I could understand why Sama-mang was pleased with the momentum that Park Soo-ho was exuding now.

At the time, I had forcibly extracted memories and enlightenment from the trial of the movie’s trial, climbed up to the superlative, and defeated Nokrim Chongchaeju with Sama-mang.

“But why is this coming out now…?”

Wasn’t it some kind of placebo effect, as Hong Yeon-hwa said?

Because I had experienced more than a hundred deaths and ascended in level in the trial of the movie’s trial, I thought my energy had become too thick.

Of course, that feeling from back then was helpful.

It was the basis of my fighting style, the movement in the right place at the right time, even if it was a bit outdated at the time.

To kill the enemy more efficiently. To kill the enemy more surely…

“Ah.”

“Why? You? Is there something you remember?”

“Oh, I just remembered something….”

The difference between the trials that were dying one after another until now and the last trial. That was it.

“I thought if there was no way to escape, I would just kill them all.”

I thought it was a difference in determination.

Rather than giving up from the beginning and trying to run away, it’s better to struggle to win somehow.

But what if it wasn’t determination, but a difference in energy?

At the time, I was in a state where my mind was pushed to the limit by the continued deaths.

I didn’t fight to protect someone or to survive.

I swung my sword to kill all the guys who killed me over and over again.

Of course, there was always a part of me that thought I would definitely go back…but anyway, it meant that I had a sincere desire to live.

So I thought it might be a kind of placebo effect.

And the Park Soo-ho in front of me was in a situation very similar to mine at the time.

A space where he couldn’t escape, family members left outside, and countless strong men surrounding him to manipulate him.

To survive, he had to kill.

He must have had that thought.

“……”

In my past life, even with a near-fatal injury, I calmly looked around without revealing it.

Until now, I couldn’t even tell what he was thinking…but now I think I know a little.

“Hoo…”

Taking a slow breath and adjusting his posture, my past self resembled the posture of the first guy who appeared, surprisingly.

I must have absorbed his martial arts in this short time, even if it was awkwardly done.

One of the burly guys, overwhelmed by the familiar posture and the overwhelming aura, stumbled back and muttered.

“Cheonsalseong…did it really exist?”

What? Cheonsalseong?

I don’t think I was that crazy in my past life…?