Even at Cheon Myeong's voice, Su Yijeong did not react at all.
As if he were a dead person.
However, hearing the voice that soon flowed from Su Yijeong's mouth, he could tell that he was still alive.
"...As expected, you've co."
"..."
"What happened to my son?"
As Su Yijeong asked, Cheon Myeong narrowed his eyes as if it were rather unexpected.
To speak in that way, wasn't it the sa as admitting that he himself had also participated in Su Yeongseong's plan?
Although he was a blood relative, Cheon Myeong had been unconsciously thinking that he might have cut off Su Yeongseong in a tail-cutting manner.
'Well, it's already too late anyway.'
Even if he were to deny it in that way, it was too late to make all the atrocities committed by the Jeonsu family as if they had never happened.
If he were speaking like that, knowing that fact, then he would praise him.
Of course, he had no intention of making everything as if it had never happened.
"Su Yeongseong?"
"..."
"You already know what happened to that guy, don't you?"
Hearing those words, a change appeared on Su Yijeong's face for the first ti.
A twitching eyebrow.
As if he were forcibly holding back his boiling anger, a slight convulsion was occurring in Su Yijeong's calm face.
Swish-
At that mont, Cheon Myeong quietly raised his right hand.
A finger with only the index finger raised, as if pointing at the ceiling.
In that state, Cheon Myeong let out a aningful smile and said.
"Don't worry. Your son's body is well buried in the land of the North Sea."
"...!"
"Because of the cold of the North Sea, it will remain there forever without rotting. Of course, the hole in his abdon will also be in that state forever."
"Cheon Myeong...!"
In the end, Su Yijeong's face was greatly distorted with anger.
Then, as if he couldn't understand, Cheon Myeong asked Su Yijeong.
"Why are you angry?"
"You killed my son! That alone should be enough reason for to be angry!"
"Your son died because he did sothing worthy of death. Don't you think it's what he deserved?"
At that mont, a coldness returned to Cheon Myeong's face.
"And a parent who could not properly manage such a child can also be said to have the sa sin."
"..."
"I will not state the detailed charges. Because it seems you already know enough."
Cheon Myeong said that and readjusted his grip on his sword.
At the sa ti, his figure, which stepped forward.
The sharp sword strike of the Mad Dragon's Single Slash was directed at the neck of the sitting Su Yijeong.
Thump-
At that mont, Su Yijeong raised the sword he had placed next to him.
At the sa ti, Su Yijeong, who was directing the sword held in his right hand forward.
Although it was rather close, Su Yijeong was able to block Cheon Myeong's sword strike with the part that was slightly sticking out of the sheath.
Clang-!
At that mont, a sharp tallic sound echoed in the room, and the two faced each other with their swords at a close distance where they could feel each other's breath.
"..."
A blade that did not move at all, as if they were not putting any strength into it at all.
Although it looked like that on the outside, a tense power struggle was now taking place on both sides.
At that mont, the sheath that had been half-slipped fell completely on the floor.
At the sa ti, Su Yijeong, who began to move his sword in earnest.
Although Su Yijeong's sword strike seed to be aid at Cheon Myeong's head rather sharply, in the end, it could not even graze his hair, and Cheon Myeong safely moved back.
"..."
As expected, the head of the Five Great Demonic Families was not that easy.
To be honest, since Su Yijeong had lost one arm, he had thought that he could win easily even if he were to be rather relaxed.
However, from the sword strike just now, a considerable weight was felt, so much so that it did not feel at all as if he had lost one arm.
And from that mont, Cheon Myeong's gaze as he looked at Su Yijeong changed.
'Equal to Su Yeongseong, no, more than that?'
If Su Yijeong's two arms had been intact, he had the thought that he might not have been able to avoid a hard fight.
However, that would just be a hypothesis.
Since Su Yijeong's military strength was now weaker than before, he would just have to dig deep into that point.
If the orthodox faction were to see this, they might criticize him for being a coward.
But this is not a duel.
A war to determine whether I die or the opponent dies.
Cheon Myeong had no intention of fighting while considering all such trivial things.
At that mont, a red energy began to stir from Cheon Myeong's sword.
Watching that scene, Su Yijeong, who flinched for a mont.
Although he had been about to rush at Cheon Myeong, he had stopped in his tracks after instinctively realizing that the energy felt from Cheon Myeong's sword was not ordinary.
"...!"
Sword gang... that was definitely sword gang.
Why on earth was Cheon Myeong holding out a sword gang, not a sword ki?
Since it was really absurd to reach the ultimate realm of demonic power at that age, Su Yijeong had the thought that he might be seeing things.
Gulp-
At that mont, a dry saliva went down Su Yijeong's throat.
If it was to the extent that it made him this nervous, then that could be said to be a definite sword gang.
Su Yijeong now seed to be able to understand a little bit of the reason why Su Yeongseong had been defeated by Cheon Myeong even after leading a hundred warriors.
At that mont, an energy began to soar strongly from Su Yijeong's sword as well.
A blue sword gang that had soon taken its place on Su Yijeong's sword.
Although it was slightly unstable, this could also be said to be a definite sword gang.
"Kh..."
In fact, Su Yijeong's realm was not to the extent that he could form a sword gang.
However, just like Su Yeongseong, he was now in a state of fierce battle and had forcibly ford a sword gang, and because of the backlash from that, Su Yijeong was now feeling considerable pain.
'A little... just a little is enough.'
Su Yijeong naturally knew what would happen to his body if he maintained the state of fierce battle.
However, if he did not do this, he could not form a sword gang, and if so, the possibility of him being able to kill Cheon Myeong would be significantly lowered.
Although the presence or absence of a sword gang would not completely decide this match, it could not be denied that it would have a considerable influence.
From the beginning, Su Yijeong was facing the duel, offering his life to the god of thunder.
'Is it that again?'
Cheon Myeong knew well what state Su Yijeong was in now.
Because Su Yeongseong had also fought him with the sa thod.
Of course, although Cheon Myeong did not know completely about the state of fierce battle, he had roughly grasped the point that it raised his physical ability more than usual.
'That will be tricky.'
Su Yeongseong had also shown a considerable struggle when he was in a state of fierce battle.
So Su Yijeong would show more than Su Yeongseong, not less.
If he knew the weakness of the state of fierce battle, he could have set up a strategy in another way and fought, but since Cheon Myeong did not know that point, his thoughts could only be directed to one.
'I'll press him with overwhelming power.'
It was a simple but certain thod.
And among the thods that Cheon Myeong knew, the one that could be said to be the most overwhelming would be that.
Cheon Myeong was already drawing a plan in his mind.
Pat-
At that mont, Su Yijeong began to move first.
Due to the characteristics of the Thunderclap Divine Art, his movents were originally fast, but Su Yijeong's movents, which had entered a state of fierce battle, could be said to be the speed of light.
In that state, Su Yijeong, who was running around Cheon Myeong in a disorderly manner.
Around Cheon Myeong, only a crackling sound with a radiance, as if a lightning strike had occurred, could be heard.
"..."
But in that state, Cheon Myeong was just standing still without any movent.
A thunderclap that filled the room more noisily, as if the speed were increasing.
At that mont, the streak of lightning that had been stirring up the room was directed at Cheon Myeong's back.
Thump-
Rushing at Cheon Myeong's back, Su Yijeong readjusted his grip on his sword.
Even until then, Cheon Myeong, who did not move at all.
Although it seed certain that he would win if he were to swing his sword at Cheon Myeong in this state, Su Yijeong did not let his guard down until the end.
Pat-
From right behind Cheon Myeong, Su Yijeong suddenly twisted his direction.
And the place Su Yijeong was heading was Cheon Myeong's front.
Although he was turning and moving to the complete opposite side, that ti was so instantaneous that it could be called a fleeting mont.
Swish-
If you give a disturbance with a fast movent like this, the opponent will generally think that you will attack from a blind spot.
Then, even if you can't follow with your eyes, wouldn't you be able to predict your attack with your senses?
In order to completely exclude even that slight possibility, Su Yijeong was intentionally changing his direction and attacking from the front.
As long as Cheon Myeong could not follow his movents with his eyes, he would not be able to easily predict that he would attack from the front.
No, he would never be able to predict it.
'It's over!'
Rushing at Cheon Myeong, Su Yijeong raised his sword.
The Raging Waves of Lightning.
The wave of angry lightning would pierce Cheon Myeong's heart and this duel would end.
Crackle-
Su Yijeong thrust his sword at Cheon Myeong's chest, which was visible right in front.
Puk-
The blade, which went deep into Cheon Myeong's chest.
However, a question soon appeared on the face of Su Yijeong, who had thrust the sword.
'This is...'
Although he had clearly thrust the sword deep into his chest, the sensation felt in his hand was strange.
At that mont, Cheon Myeong's figure, which was scattering like a mirage in front of Su Yijeong's eyes.
Watching him, Su Yijeong belatedly realized that what he had thrust was not Cheon Myeong's real body.
'Th-this is Body-Shifting and Position-Changing!'
A technique of moving at a speed that leaves an afterimage for a mont.
Although there was nothing accurately known about it, Su Yijeong knew that at least a person who had reached the ultimate realm of demonic power could perform this technique.
However, since not everyone who had reached the ultimate realm of demonic power could use Body-Shifting and Position-Changing, Su Yijeong couldn't help but be flustered by this situation now.
"...!"
Anyway, for now, it was a priority to grasp Cheon Myeong's position.
With Body-Shifting and Position-Changing, he would not have been able to go that far from this spot.
At that mont, at the strange sensation felt from above, Su Yijeong's head was unconsciously raised.
"Hah..."
Only that exclamation ca out of Su Yijeong's mouth, who had looked up.
If it were the usual, the ceiling should have been visible there.
However, the ceiling was now filled with sothing red.
Just sothing red.
Since he could not tell exactly what it was even by looking with his two eyes, Su Yijeong could only express it like that.
However, one fact that Su Yijeong could instinctively know.
'I-I have to run away...!'
In front of that huge being, he was just a re insignificant creature.
At that mont, Su Yijeong's feet began to move without a mont's thought.
And as if he had forgotten the fact that this was the top floor of a trendous height, Su Yijeong was about to jump into the hole in the wall.
"...!"
The outside, which was visible right in front of Su Yijeong's nose.
It felt as if the place visible outside that hole were a different world from this space.
If he just went a few more steps, he could go there.
Su Yijeong took a step, holding that hope.
However,
Thump-!
A huge shock fell from above Su Yijeong's head.
At the sa ti, the world visible through the hole began to soar up quickly, as if it were a place that could never be reached.
Tremble-
His right hand, which was extended towards the hole that was soaring up, as if he had a lingering attachnt.
However.
Su Yijeong's body was just falling down.
Deep, deeper.
He was constantly falling into hell.
(End of Chapter)
User Comments
0 comments from readers