Dark and Light Martial Emperor - Chapter 829

Episode 829

Master of the Three Worlds (4)

“…!!”

Zhuge Wenhu was surprised.

I had no idea that Mo Yong-gun would come in person and apply for military service to Ambassador Gong. I really never imagined something like that would happen in my life.

Zhuge Li looked at the ambassador.

The public ambassador was equally surprised. However, his eyes were still quiet and his prayers were also quiet. I was surprised, but not to the point where my composure was disturbed.

Although he is a monk, he is also a warrior. Those who are involved in martial arts can be challenged at any time.

It is unclear whether he actually had such feelings, but it was clear that he at least had no objection to interacting with others.

The public ambassador said.

“May I ask why you suddenly asked this Daengjung to join you?”

“There are so many reasons. “It would be difficult to explain it one by one.”

“I guess so.”

“However, if I were to choose the reason that makes my heart pound the most out of all the reasons…”

Moyong-gun’s eyes sparkled.

“This is because, as far as martial arts is concerned, there is no one in the Tang Geum Murim Alliance who has achieved a higher level than the Great Master.”

The public ambassador laughed bitterly.

“That’s too much praise. Right now, Seunghyeonjinin is as good as me, and looking at Yeongaju who returned from the imperial palace, her sword power is capable of defeating the poor…”

“Seunghyeonjinin is a Taoist monk.”

“…?”

“He is such a strong player that he can have a good fight with the Ambassador. However, it is difficult to see the complete opening of martial arts, whether it is the characteristics of shaman martial arts or the limitations of Seunghyeonjinjin.”

“….”

“And Yeongaju….”

Prince Moyong smiled bitterly.

“His understanding of kendo (劍道) is much higher than mine.”

The public ambassador’s eyes widened.

“Did you recognize it?”

“It was harder to recognize. To be honest, I felt like I was not far behind the swordsman Seon-bae Namgung, who was named in Seongcheon.”

It was extremely overrated.

Since such an assessment came from Prince Mo Yong, Zhuge Wenhu could not help but be even more surprised.

“But it is literally kendo. “If you are a master, you will know the difference between the state of nothingness and kendo.”

“Of course I know.”

“Yeongaju is a noble sword. If a fight breaks out, we can get along really well regardless of whether we win or lose, but…”

Prince Moyong shook his head.

“For some reason, I don’t want to fight with him.”

“May I ask why?”

“Because I don’t want to show him any weakness.”

Not only Zhuge Liang, but also Ambassador Gong, could not help but be surprised by Mo Yong-gun’s remarks one after another.

Mo Yong was not the type of person to say things like that. Although he was a man with high ambition and strong pride, he was a man who thought he was superior to anyone else.

But you don’t want to show your weakness to Yeonwi? Those words seemed to mean that he viewed the owner of a family with less history than the Moyong family as equal to or better than himself.

“Any weaknesses that Lord Yeonga shows will be passed on to Lord Yeonhojeong. “I don’t like that.”

“We are the same colleagues…”

“Are you still saying that?”

Prince Moyong shook his head.

“Before you are a colleague, you are a competitor, and before you are a competitor, you are a political enemy. We did.”

“Moyonggaju.”

“Even though we don’t know what will happen in the future, we can’t show any weakness.”

The public ambassador said as if he was throwing it away.

“Does the fact that you won’t show weakness to someone you don’t know what will happen to you in the future mean that you are confident that Binseung and the military here will not become enemies of the head of the family?”

Or does it mean that they don’t even see him as an enemy?

“That’s because they don’t mind showing their weaknesses.”

“…!”

“It’s a long story. I’ll say it again. This is my first and last request. Please fight me.”

Ambassador Gong Gong, who was quietly looking at Mo Yong-gun, raised his hand and pointed to the back of the residence.

“Let’s go over there.”

“thank you.”

Zhuge Wenhu looked at Master Gong in surprise.

“Ambassador!”

“I know that you have been so busy with work that you have been living without leisure. The soldiers are also unmanned, so let’s go together as spectators of this fight.”

It was even more surprising because those words came from the mouth of Ambassador Gong, not from Prince Mo Yong.

Following the guidance of Ambassador Gong, the two reached a clearing deep in the forest.

“It was here.”

Prince Moyong smiled and put his sword on his belt.

“I heard that my brother was taught by the ambassador here before his first expedition.”

It wasn’t just Mo Yong-woo. The Tangma Army and the Mortal Death Army went out at the same time, and Yeon Hojeong also joined forces with Gong Daesa.

The public ambassador said with a smile.

“Hasn’t Gao Moyong trained here a few times?”

“It was like that a long time ago.”

“If it is a place that is familiar to both the monk and the head of the family, it would be a perfect place to share a secret dance.”

This means that variables in the surrounding environment can be reduced as much as possible. It was a remark that was unusual for a public ambassador, but it also showed the noble dignity unique to a monk.

“Then shall we begin?”

“Good.”

Ambassador Gong Gong smiled and lowered his posture.

A public ambassador wearing loose-fitting monk’s clothing and robes. Since there are large prayer beads hanging around the neck, it is not a good outfit for dancing.

However, tension appeared on Mo Yong-gun’s face as he watched the public ambassador for the first time in a long time.

Slurp.

The treasured sword that came out of its armor gave off a cold glow.

Even though it was a competition, it was a sharp duel between supreme experts. If you make a mistake, your life will be lost.

“As the other person is the ambassador, I will put aside all pretense and go with all my might.”

“I am just grateful for the high evaluation of Binseung.”

“Then…”

Moyong-gun’s eyes suddenly changed.

“going.”

Flash!

The distance of ten feet turned into nothingness in an instant.

Before we knew it, Mo Yong-gun’s movements as he thrust his sword in front of the public ambassador’s body were very natural and beautiful, incongruous with his fast speed.

Sigh!

The speed was enough to make one’s eyes spin, but Ambassador Gong dodged Mo Yong’s sword by slightly raising his head.

months!

Prince Moyong, who expected to dodge as soon as he stabbed, swung his sword sideways.

Attack and evasion An attack that expected evasion, followed by another evasion with a lowered posture.

The competition between the two parties passed in an instant.

Zhuge Wenhu’s eyes were colored with shock.

‘strong!’

Just by competing with each other, he realized that the martial arts skills of the two people were far superior to his own.

Prince Moyong’s movements and arrests were fast beyond imagination, and Ambassador Gong’s evasion was leisurely and noble.

Mr. Moryong is also Mr. Moryong, but he was especially surprised by Ambassador Gong. This is because it was so fast that it was difficult to think of the movements of a public ambassador who was usually very relaxed and relaxed.

And then.

What was reflected in Zhuge Li’s eyes was a blow that clearly showed why the Shaolin leader was called the leader of the nine factions.

Kwaang!!

Moyong-gun was pushed back like crazy with a huge explosion of alcohol.

It is neither a fist nor a pole. He simply swung his abundant sleeves lightly, and Moyong’s body, which was hit by the hem of his sleeve, was thrown away as if hit by a flying rock.

Jeeeeee!

Blue electric lights blazed all over Moyong’s body. In order to disperse the power of public ambassadors, a brain attack naturally occurred.

The public ambassador, wrapping his fluttering sleeves around, moved his opposite foot forward and raised his hand to his middle finger. It looked like a noble crane.

“It is an honour.”

Before he knew it, Moyonggun had cut his chest, and the threatening blue light on his treasured sword began to flicker repeatedly.

“You are looking at the famous Banseon (盤禪袖).”

“I guess you recognize me.”

It was a new technique that used the absolute strength of the fluttering sleeves to make them harder than steel, bringing out extreme offensive and defensive power.

“indeed.”

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes trembled slightly.

“I can take it up to twice. “Three times would be difficult.”

Ambassador Gong Gong grinned and transformed his outstretched hand into a fist.

“I won’t let you go more than three times.”

“I understand that you are saying a lot about me.”

Paaaaang!

This time too, it was Prince Moyong who moved first.

I didn’t use my sword properly for the first time, but I also didn’t put all my effort into it. Anyway, how can you react so easily?

‘It’s also real.’

Gong Gong Daesa’s martial arts skills are the real of the real.

Lord Mo Yong’s sword scattering blue light. The sword was swung towards Master Gong’s chest with the merciless destructive power of the Heartless Thunder Style.

In an instant, the public ambassador’s eyes turned golden.

Quang!

It was a head-to-head battle with nothing to do but dodge or sleep.

The power of the thunderbolt was contained in an awl-like sharpness, and the sword strike was deflected with a single punch.

Prince Mo Yong, who bounced and took three steps back, and Ambassador Gong Gong also took three steps back. Since it was Moyonggun who attacked first, it was obviously Moyonggun’s loss.

But Moyong was able to laugh.

‘If it’s this level of martial arts.’

No, especially since it is this level of martial arts.

‘You will be able to let go of your regrets.’

Bababababaak!

As soon as he retreated, Moyong’s army advanced quickly taking shots to the left and right, and quickly occupied the left side of Gonggongdaesa.

The ambassador’s eyes lit up once more.

‘It’s fast.’

It was literally a movement resembling a thunderbolt. There is no such thing as lightning striking in a straight line. Mo Yong-gun’s method of walking cannot be compared to the best walking method of Shaolin.

Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

With an eerie sound, a blue sword light spread out like a spider web and put pressure on the public ambassador.

The area touched by that sword light will definitely be cut and exploded. It was a top-class martial arts technique that was not limited to simply cutting, but allowed the penetration of true energy to rupture the wound and even cause internal injuries.

The dual arms of the public ambassador were dyed light blue. It was a color that gave off a feeling of comfort and strength, different from Moyonggun’s bluish blue sword.

Qarring!

It was an incredible pressure.

Even in his own opinion, it was an admirable thing to use the Invincible Thunder-type Sword and Thunder Net for offense rather than defense.

However, Gwaneum Cheonggangsu (觀音靑剛手), who overwhelms the highly creative swordsmanship with force, was truly a fearsome martial artist, worthy of being listed as one of the Seventy-Twelve Masters of the Arts.

‘amazing.’

Even though he staggered back, Mo Yong’s spirit did not die.

‘Until now, no one has ever faced the power of Noejeonggong head-on and suppressed it.’

Blah blah blah!

As he retreated, the sword wind of the twelve swords was aimed at the vital spot of Master Gong.

It was a sword wind thrown at a wrong beat, so it was more difficult to avoid.

but.

Tiririririn!

All twelve powerful sword winds flew out.

It seems that the number of hands of public ambassadors has increased in line with the number of sword winds. It looked as if Gong Gong’s arms were actually stretched out, just like Guanyin’s arms in a painting.

‘Thousand-Armed Guanyin!!’

Thousand Hands Gwaneumjang (千手觀音掌) This is also one of the seventy-two rites.

These are the new practitioners of Taishan Bukdu who are worthy of being called peak experts even if they master just one Shaolin Seventy-Two Artes to the limit. However, in this short moment, the public ambassador has already shown three exquisite gestures.

Using advanced martial arts skills is not a big deal. The fact that he was able to use each of these difficult martial arts naturally, as if he was breathing, as if he had had it since he was born, is amazing.

Not only did Jeonggi-shin (精氣神) become one, but he also embodied all the martial arts he had learned and practiced.

I wasn’t the type of person to question whether or not I had practical experience. It was a moment when the true character of the Shaolin leader, Taesanbukdu, a martial artist who was complete in itself, was revealed.

‘still.’

Quang!

Prince Moyong hit the ground strongly and swung the sword he held with both hands.

‘I will still win!’

Flash!

Ambassador Gong’s fist flowed towards the slashing sword.

A fist that was so soft that it didn’t seem to contain even that much strength.

bang!

Moyong’s body flew away along with the binge drinking.

“….”

Ambassador Gong Gong, who was watching Mo Yong land with a serious expression, suddenly turned to his own fist.

There was a deep cut on his fist. Even though it was a stab wound, the wound area was stained black. The brain energy had burned the flesh.

A smile appeared on the face of the public ambassador.

That smile was no longer that of a monk.

“I’ll go first this time.”

grasp!