Chapter 188 – 188. Good Luck!

〈 The home of the dead beast 〉 The attack ended safely. In the end, Son Oh-gong missed the chaos and was scared, but unfortunately, he met Dok-go’s blood relative and died with a single knife.

The guys who valued strength the most died at the hands of Dokgoja, who was only (?) The best.

It would have been a disgraceful death, especially for Chaos, the Great Yokai.

After that, it was an afterthought feast.

In order to calm the students and instructors who had woken up in the middle of the night, the dean, Jegal Moogeon, came forward and covered it up.
The next morning, Kang-ho’s influential people.
For example, in order to secretly and promptly convey the fact of the capture of the Devil’s Eye to the five generations, the old family, or absolute masters who know the seal of the Four Beasts.
Jegal Moogeon wrote dozens of identical letters over and over all night.

Although I feel sorry for him who overworks as soon as he regains freedom from the karma of life and death.
I also had something to do as a regressor, so I didn’t have the energy to help him.

It was a dance hall with a calm atmosphere.

It was because the schedule had changed a lot while attacking the four beasts, and because Jegal Moogeon declared an early vacation, there were only a few students left in the academy.

The gymnasium, which would normally be crowded with students practicing martial arts for self-improvement, was rarely empty.
Even though the sun was up in the middle of the sky, there were only two people including me.

“Here you go, eunuch.”
“Eww. ‘Dokgo’ is my last name and my first name…
“Because I’m in the position to teach. If you twist, you won’t learn.”
“…Quit.”
“Anyway.”

He shrugged his shoulders and went straight to the point.

“I promised you to come find me to complete Dokgogu Sword. I kept it.”
“I never promised.”
“Then let’s say that I came here because I was so desperate.”
“…”

He was a solitary man who frowned and kept his mouth shut.

Do you think that whatever you say is your own loss? In the future, he was full of flexibility, but he was too strict in front of him.
Perhaps because he is so naive, he might learn Geumgang Cheongoe Gong surprisingly well.

It’s something you only learn when you become a Hyeon-gyeong, but that’s because it hurts twice as much if you’re less than a Hyeong-gyeong. Even this alone hurts filth, but can you endure the pain twice as much?
… Namgoong Soo-ah from the future is an exception.

“Then you need to know the history of your Sega to complete Dokgogu Sword.”
“Do we even have to learn our family history through the mouth of others?”
“I’m not the family head yet, so I have to learn information that I don’t have permission to.”
“…”

Dokgoja, whose expression became profound, asked me back.

“How do you know the history of our family that even I, the owner of the small household, don’t know about?”
“There are many unknown mysteries in the world, and I know many of them.

I, a stranger, will tell you the secrets of the organization I belong to that others do not know.
As if a subtle sense of superiority emanates from that fact, it contains a fishy sneer and deliberately stimulates a single person.

Fast.

As I expected, there was a reaction.
I’m a little worried about my teeth, but it wasn’t a bad reaction.

Not being offended by this attitude.
At least it meant that he still had a strong desire for improvement and attachment to Dokgogu Sword rather than a sense of inferiority.

“First of all, let’s talk about the Dokgo family’s Hwangryong Singong. Goja. How much do you know about that Sacred Art?”
“Tsk. It’s not ‘goja’, it’s ‘ja’. Well, isn’t it a new skill passed down from generation to generation that only family members can learn?”
“You really don’t think so, do you?”
“…What else do you mean?”

Realizing that there is something in the shadow cast over my remarks, I narrow my eyes.

Judging by the reaction, it seems that I really didn’t know.

“Whoa. I guess you really didn’t know. To tell you in advance, Huangryongsingong is closer to the power of a great monster rather than martial arts.”
“…Are you insulting Dokgo Sega? Is that something like that?”

Dokgoja says so while contemplating whether or not to take his hand to the sword with his face turning red. Still, it was quite admirable to maintain an attitude of listening, so there was no feeding of honey chestnuts.

“Think about it. Usually, martial arts are learned from an early age to be effective, and mental methods that build up pedigree have a particularly strong tendency. If you do, you have to empty the existing bowl to put it in a new one, but who will do that?”
“That’s…”
“Especially, it’s strange that only the Dokgo clan, which has served as both the family head and the Murim lord, inherits the Yellow Dragon’s Divine Demon. It’s not even a one-man tradition, so why give martial arts only to those who have grown up? It’s a waste.”
“…Go on.”

Still, did he instinctively harbor the seeds of doubt?

When I sprinkled the water called evidence on the vague doubt, the expression on my face was very spectacle. His eyes, as if he was agonizing over whether he had guessed something, were starkly reflected.

“The truth is simple. Hwangryongsingong was originally a martial art created when an ancestor of Dokgo signed a contract with Hwangryong.”
“Contract?”
“Yes. Contract.”

Dokgoja put on a bewildered expression at the appearance of an absurd contract. How can a contract be invincible?

“The content of the contract is simple. Huanglong lends the Dokgo family a ‘part of the authority’ named Hwangryongsingong, and the Dokgo family catches the evildoer who betrayed Huangryong instead of Huangryong, who is unable to interfere in the human world due to some circumstances.”
“The Four Beasts? Not the Four Gods?”
“It’s the evil beast. Now that evil spirit has been subdued.”

There would be no need to tell them that the Demonic Scenery School we attend is a huge tactic that seals the Four Beasts.
Right now, even the truth about their family would make my head hurt.

The story that Dokgo Sega has sacrificed the dean of the Demon King Academy for generations will only disturb your mind.

“Anyway, the Yellow Dragon Divine Art… By borrowing the power of the Yellow Dragon, generation after generation has broken through the limits of muscle movement and mastered the Dokgogu Sword.”
“Then the members of the other three families are sacrificing for just one thing.”

The face of the dokgoja is alive.

I didn’t show it myself, but as a celestial saint, I could tell because I had a sixth sense that was more sensitive to living than anyone else.
And, funny enough, the direction that Salsim was heading toward was the ancestors who had already entered the tomb and only the bones remained.

“In the world… How many family members of the three families must be sacrificed to be satisfied. If you saw the brothers who became ruined after clinging to swordsmanship that could not be accomplished except for the family head, it wouldn’t be like that.”
“Yes. No. But it’s already happened, and there’s no going back.”
“Fast.”

I was proud of the guy who gritted his teeth to the point where he thought he might break them and let go of his anger.
He was full of will to correct the wrongs, so as a person in a position to teach, he had no choice but to be satisfied.

I held a wooden sword and danced in front of Dokgoja who was angering me.

“What are you doing…! What, uh…?”

Perhaps the irritation had gone to the limit, but instead of shouting, he lost his temper, and soon embarrassment took its place.

Even so, he said he was serious about Dokgo Gugum. In this sword dance, realizing that the movements of the muscles coming out of the Dokgogugeom are similar, I stare at this side.

I didn’t like the fact that the boys were staring at me instead of the beautiful lovers.

‘What can I do? He’s a bitch.’

Mujin, Hyeonjoong, and other colleagues are growing up on their own, but.

Because Dokgoja is buried in the disadvantages of Dokgogugum and can’t get out of it. He had to put his hand on it, even with hard measures.
When the short sword dance stopped, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and his big-mouthed friend, who was trying to live by the fly, asked in a trembling voice.

“You… On earth, how do you get a poisoned sword…!”

I’m afraid that Dokgoja, who is frightened and seems to be ready to rush at me, will really come at me.

The guy gave me an answer that I couldn’t help but understand.

“Absolute adherence.”
“…”
“It also has a Hwa-An Gold Jeong.”
“Damn it.”

His shoulders droop
He is an absolute master who is known as a Hyungyeong, and to me, who has Hwaan Gold Jeong, is the best of times, to say that he copied his movements and stole his martial arts.
Isn’t the gap too extreme?

In other words, it was telling him to shut up.

“It is true that the true value of my martial arts comes from my near-infinite history. But in order to fully handle that output, my limbs need to be better.
“Outside work? Something close to physical training?”
“Don’t ignore the foreign service. Even if the foreign service seems to be laggy and slow on the outside, it’s definitely a martial art.”

Just like when the three-jaed sword method reaches its limit, it becomes the sword method of the Cheonbyeon manga. Anything to the limit cannot be ignored.

“I agree that external training is ignorant training, but the results are never incomplete. Due to muscle strength, internal strength consumption can be reduced, trauma can be reduced, and durability is increased, allowing excessive movements that were originally impossible.”
“I see. If Hwangryongsin Gong has a body suitable for unleashing the Dokgogu Sword, then the Oekong raises the limit of the body so that he can unleash the Dokgogu Sword.”
“Smart students are welcome.”

There is no need to bother with painful explanations.

“Starting today, I’m going to teach you a foreign skill called Geumgang Cheongoe Gong. By succeeding in this foreign skill, you will complete the Dokgogu Sword.”

Little… No, it would hurt a lot.

It’s not that I don’t like him.

‘How could I blow a candle after seeing that figure?’

How can I say that to a guy who is so happy when he thinks of himself who completed Dokgogugum?