novelraw Chapter 187 : The Protagonist
Chapter 187 : The Protagonist
In his hazy mind, Do Mu-gyeol instinctively and constantly recited the verses of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Art.
Then, his mind gradually began to return to clarity. But his body still wouldn't listen.
The scene he saw then.
There was a man.
"Let the child go!"
Could it be that he had come to save him?
Do Mu-gyeol thought that was impossible.
Because all the people he had met so far had come with the purpose of taking what he had.
Like the red-haired man in front of him.
So that older brother must be like that too.
* * *
He already knew the gap between him and his opponent.
'Can I win?'
Murong Yoo realized that he had been thinking wrong from the beginning.
'This is not a fight that can be won in the first place.'
Murong Yoo's gaze reached behind Jeok-mu.
Do Mu-gyeol's unfocused pupils gradually became clear, and soon, his focus had completely returned to normal.
The sleeping potion must have worn off.
Then!
'I'll create even a very small gap.'
Phew.
Murong Yoo took a deep breath.
"Hehehe. It's like a puppy that doesn't know how scary a tiger is."
'Don't be scared. I can do it.'
Murong Yoo, who had repeated this to himself, rushed in.
He performed the Demonic Justice Sword Art, which he had swung without a day's rest for the past 3 years.
Demonic Justice Sword Art, First Form, Inevitable Justice.
A technique that combined two sword forms, one striking down from above and the other striking up from below to return to its original position.
An attack that used the opponent's carelessness when they blocked or dodged the sword.
At the first swing, Jeok-mu dodged the sword.
Murong Yoo drew his second sword upwards.
But Jeok-mu lightly dodged the second one as well, as if he knew all this.
The gap between them was so large that Murong Yoo's intentions were all read by Jeok-mu.
"Are you performing that as a trick!"
Jeok-mu kicked up his foot and kicked Murong Yoo in the stomach.
"Ugh!"
Murong Yoo was thrown back. But he immediately got up and aimed his sword.
Murong Yoo kicked off his feet again and this time drew his sword horizontally.
Demonic Justice Sword Art, Second Form, White Heron Fishing Needle.
Jeok-mu also lightly pulled back his foot and dodged.
Murong Yoo, as if he had expected that, used the rotational force to turn his body and strike down with his sword.
Demonic Justice Sword Art, Fifth Form, Taishan Demonic Justice.
Jeok-mu threw a punch and hit Murong Yoo's elbow. At that moment, the sword path was disturbed, and Murong Yoo almost dropped his sword at the tingling pain in his elbow, but he held on tightly.
The already disturbed sword form.
'I'll continue as it is.'
If he lost the flow here, he would have no chance of winning.
Demonic Justice Sword Art, Third Form, Wind Demon True Art.
He swung his sword so fast that it would tear apart everything in front.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!
Jeok-mu parried all those sword strikes.
An overwhelming difference.
Murong Yoo was stunned by it.
Jeok-mu raised his sword high and then drew it down.
Although Murong Yoo raised his sword to defend, Jeok-mu's sword reached Murong Yoo first.
Slice!
Murong Yoo, who had been cut long on his chest, stumbles back. Although he urgently presses on the acupressure points to stop the bleeding, the wound is quite deep, and the blood does not stop.
"Oh! I've never seen your martial art before. If you tell me, I'll spare your life."
Grin.
Murong Yoo twisted his lips and smiled.
"This is the only thing I'll tell you."
Murong Yoo raised his middle finger.
A curse from another world that he had learned in the Divine Cult.
Although it was a movement that Jeok-mu had never seen before, he felt strangely bad.
"I was going to spare you, but you're rushing to your death."
"Eat shit."
"Hehehe. I'll tear you to pieces as you wish."
Jeok-mu kicked off his feet. His movements were completely different from before. They were fast and concise. He felt the sole intention of killing the opponent. Blink. Jeok-mu closed and opened his eyes.
Clairvoyance was activated.
And the vision that surpassed human senses conveyed detailed information about Murong Yoo.
A heart rate that surpassed the unit of seconds.
The area under his eyes was rapidly turning black.
The pupils were losing their vitality.
Although he was covering them, his two legs were trembling constantly.
All the information coming into Jeok-mu was telling him that Murong Yoo was already at his limit just by standing.
Jeok-mu stabbed his sword as it was.
The sword created friction with the empty space.
With a sizzling sound, the sword caught fire.
When Jeok-mu killed an opponent.
The most frequently used technique because it was easy to dispose of as no corpse was left.
It was cremation.
"Burn to death."
* * *
Although Jeok-mu had used clairvoyance, he had not noticed where Nam Ji-hyuk was hiding.
That was natural because Nam Ji-hyuk had been distorting the space by spreading a simplified boundary from the moment he knew his opponent was Jeok-mu.
Such a Nam Ji-hyuk's feet had been repeatedly lifting off and on the ground since earlier.
Paeng Yoo-ran was biting her lips and glaring at Nam Ji-hyuk. Because she couldn't understand why he had been still since earlier while Murong Yoo was being beaten.
Although she wanted to help right away, it was clear that the opponent's skill surpassed her own.
Nam Ji-hyuk was also very confused right now.
Was his prediction wrong?
Should he step in now?
Finally, he could see Jeok-mu's sword falling towards Murong Yoo.
'That's dangerous.'
Nam Ji-hyuk, who had decided to stop watching, released the simplified boundary he had spread and was about to jump forward.
A fact that he had not known because he had been spreading the boundary came into his senses.
"Damn it!"
Nam Ji-hyuk, who had cursed, immediately pushed Paeng Yoo-ran away.
"Ugh!"
Paeng Yoo-ran, who had made a strange sound, was thrown back. At the same time, a huge sword strike fell on that spot. Paeng Yoo-ran, seeing the hole as big as herself, lost the strength in her legs and sat down.
Nam Ji-hyuk shouted at such a Paeng Yoo-ran.
"Get up right now!"
A creepy feeling washed over Paeng Yoo-ran. When she raised her head, a huge sword was falling in front of her.
Swish.
Nam Ji-hyuk immediately kicked off the ground and kicked up his foot.
The sword and the foot met.
Boom!
With a huge sound, the sword was thrown back.
And the appearance of the person who had been hidden behind the sword was revealed.
Nam Ji-hyuk muttered that person's name in a low voice.
"Red Blood Evil God Gal Mu-won."
Rustle, Nam Ji-hyuk's head turns to the side.
There was another person.
"Mad Sword Gu Gyeong-bang."
One of the Four Kings and Ten Sects, the leader of the Closed Heaven Sect, Gal Mu-won, and the leader of the Small Heaven Sect, a subordinate sect, Gu Gyeong-bang. Gal Mu-won opened his mouth.
"To catch a big fish like the Heavenly Fiend, you have to prepare this much. Isn't that right?"
Nam Ji-hyuk closed his eyes tightly. He had never thought that all this was a trap by the Red Blood Evil God. At the same time, he opened his eyes and thought.
If he hadn't come here, the children here would have surely died.
"From now on, I will change the content of the test."
Nam Ji-hyuk said to Paeng Yoo-ran.
"Survive somehow. Then I'll treat it as a pass."
Paeng Yoo-ran took a deep breath and stretched her body. At first, she was flustered by the attack that was beyond her expectations, but as a member of the Paengga, this first real battle was not something to be ashamed of anywhere.
Paeng Yoo-ran, slapping her own two cheeks, answered.
"I understand!"
Nam Ji-hyuk glanced at where Murong Yoo was.
'Just survive somehow!'
* * *
The sword is approaching.
Although he could see it, he couldn't avoid it.
In such a Murong Yoo's eyes, he could see Do Mu-gyeol, whose eyes were welling up with tears.
If he died here, what would happen to that child?
Perhaps that child would be used and discarded by the greed and desires of adults, and would be worn out.
And he would either become a villain after accumulating anger towards the world and endless self-loathing, or he would give up his own life.
Murong Yoo could not leave that alone.
Reversal of Heaven.
A power that goes against the heavens.
Murong Yoo operated the Demonic Justice Mind Art in reverse.
A power that had not existed before is created.
He had known early on that this power was not normal. That's why he hadn't used it well.
Crack.
The world cracks.
The world senses an anomaly.
The world deploys a disturbing element to eliminate the anomaly.
That was Gal Mu-won and Gu Gyeong-bang.
But a new disturbing element blocked this.
The world decides to deploy a stronger disturbing element.
Slice.
Although Jeok-mu's sword had pierced Murong Yoo, it had missed. Murong Yoo, holding his side, rushed in with all his might.
"Aaaah!"
At that moment, Jeok-mu, without any trigger, gained the enlightenment he had been wandering for until now.
It was a trial and a chance that the world had given to Jeok-mu to eliminate the disturbing element.
Blink.
Jeok-mu closed and opened his eyes.
As if an animal naturally walks as soon as it is born.
It began to be seen.
'That's the place.'
The closest path to bring the opponent to death.
Jeok-mu, who had opened his evil eye in addition to his clairvoyance, swung his sword.
Murong Yoo twisted his body and stabbed his sword.
Crack.
The world cracked again.
Murong Yoo's sword reached the opponent. But it only managed to cut the outer skin.
On the contrary, the opponent's sword pierced Murong Yoo's stomach exactly.
At that moment, Jeok-mu, in the joy of victory, was engrossed in the enlightenment he had obtained.
A very short moment of carelessness.
Murong Yoo, enduring the enormous pain in his stomach, kicked off his feet.
Because his purpose was not to defeat Jeok-mu in the first place.
He succeeded in changing his position with Jeok-mu.
With this, Murong Yoo was able to stand with his back to Do Mu-gyeol.
Murong Yoo turned back and shouted loudly.
"Run away!"
Do Mu-gyeol's body froze at the enormous spirit directed at him so suddenly.
Murong Yoo shouted once again.
"Run away quickly!"
Do Mu-gyeol could tell that this person was sincerely concerned for him at this moment.
And with his own life on the line.
That's why he couldn't run away.
But there was nothing he could do for this person.
In Do Mu-gyeol's eyes, he could see Jeok-mu running.
"Older brother, older brother!"
Do Mu-gyeol moved.
The direction he was moving was not to run away.
Do Mu-gyeol reached in front of Murong Yoo.
Murong Yoo's eyes widened.
Crack, crack, crack.
At that moment, the world cracked.
* * *
The 1st martial world.
Suddenly, wind and lightning began to strike in the clear sky of the Central Plains.
The leader, Hyuk Won-sang, who had come out of the Heavenly Demon Hall, looked up at the sky and opened his mouth.
"The world is crying."
Usually, this was a phenomenon that occurred when something happened to a person who was directly related to that world.
The world was sad.
Someone's crisis.
Someone's death.
And the world was rejecting.
That someone's crisis.
That someone's death.
Crack, crack, crack.
A distortion occurred in the world.
Hyuk Won-sang had seen that scene only once in the past.
It was the appearance of a world just before its destruction.
This scene was the world's struggle, the last struggle of life to reject destruction.
At the same time, Hyuk Won-sang knew.
That what the world was calling now was not him.
No! No one in the entire Central Plains would be eligible.
Except for one person.
The one and only protagonist recognized by the world.
"Jae-ha."
Hyuk Won-sang called his one and only younger brother's name with concern.
The incompetent older brother could only look up at the sky and worry.
* * *
Nam Ji-hyuk, who was being pushed back in the combined attack of Gal Mu-won and Gu Gyeong-bang, was smiling.
"Hehehe."
"Have you finally gone mad?"
He could see a person's back.
Nam Ji-hyuk said.
"You guys are fucked now."
The savior of the Central Plains.
The protagonist recognized by the world of the 1st martial world.
The Martial God, Yoo Jae-ha.
It was the appearance of a transcendent.
(End of Chapter)