Moon-Shadow Sword Emperor - Chapter 13
Episode 13
‘Wow. Although I said it doesn’t matter who the opponent is…’
I couldn’t help but laugh as I faced my opponent in the middle of the training ground.
Mangeomdaeju (萬劍隊主).
He was the strongest person in the Manjangse family, excluding the head of the family, Chocheongun.
‘I see you left your conscience in the back.’
The sight of Secretary Wang whistling with his back turned, pretending not to notice, could not have been more unpleasant.
It was impossible for even the King to manipulate Mangeomdaeju as he pleased, so it was questionable how on earth he had been able to lure him into a personal bet.
‘It doesn’t really matter, though.’
I relaxed my body by cracking my neck.
Mangeomdaeju, who was quietly watching me, suddenly asked.
“What are the rules of bimu?”
“No killing. If you completely subdue your opponent or receive a declaration of surrender, you will win. “We decided to accept the challenger’s request and compete in a real sword battle.”
General Secretary Wang responded in a cheerful tone.
It was quite eye-catching to see that he was already making a triumphant expression as if he had won.
By the way, who is the challenger?
Anyone who sees this may think that this person is asking for teachings from Mangeomdaeju.
“The referee…”
“I decided to watch.”
“For the sake of fairness, shouldn’t we bring in a third person?”
“There is no problem since the person concerned said it does not matter. He said he would rather see me judge. “They say the fewer eyes you see, the better.”
“is it.”
Han Seong-Hoon, the great sword master, nodded once and drew his sword.
He held the sword with both hands and took a stance and spoke to me.
“Come.”
“Then I won’t hesitate.”
I immediately kicked the ground.
There was no reason to spend time searching.
The sword pulled out of its scabbard gave off a cold light.
“Sigh!”
Han Seong-Hoon burst into spirit and lowered his high-raised sword.
Taishan tack (泰山壓頂).
One of the three basic principles that form the basis of all sword techniques.
Anyone can learn it, but the power of the sword that is deployed depends on the skill of the caster.
Should we really say that he is the leader of the armed forces representing the Manjang family?
Just by looking at one herb, one could guess the level he had achieved.
His sword strikes were fast, accurate, and exquisite.
It was a strike aimed precisely at the moment when the opponent penetrated within the gap.
Huh!
At that moment, my new model stopped in place, as if ignoring inertia.
Seonghun Han’s sword cut through the air in vain.
“…!”
His way of coping wasn’t bad.
It’s just that the opponent was not good.
Han Seong-Hoon’s expression showed embarrassment.
I did not miss the opportunity and invaded the opponent’s gap.
“Tsk!”
Han Seong-hun urgently throws out his left hand without holding his sword.
Instead of fighting back, I twisted the new model around with my left foot to avoid it.
What followed was Wolyeonggeom’s first herbivorous meal.
Current month (弦月).
The sword’s trajectory drew a gentle curve like a crescent moon.
Han Seong-Hoon, amazed by the sword attack surging from below, jumped back and took a step back.
I followed him without losing sight of him.
Kakang! Kakakakakak!
In an instant, a battle of ten seconds went back and forth.
Before I knew it, Han Seong-Hoon’s sword was filled with a shimmering energy.
Sword energy.
A technique that is like a symbol of a peak master.
Even within the Manjangse family, only two people, the head of the family and the great master of mangeom, were able to express sword energy.
Now, one more person has been added to it.
“Sword energy?!”
Commander Wang let out a cry of astonishment, as if he couldn’t believe it.
His gaze was directed at me, not Han Seong-Hoon.
Whoops!
Sword and sword clashed together, creating a deafening noise.
Han Seong-Hoon added even more strength to the hand holding the sword.
A power struggle took place centered on the clashing swords.
‘It looks like they want to turn it into a battle of internal strength, but that’s not possible.’
I immediately kicked up my slightly bent knees and shook off Han Seong-Hoon’s sword.
At the same time, he turned sharply to the opponent’s left.
The second herbivorous month (殘月).
The energy flowing along the surface of the sword disappeared in an instant.
Like a faint moon just before setting at dawn, a sword strike passed by Han Seong-hun’s side.
“Ugh!”
Han Seong-hoon, who hurriedly turned around the new model, opened the first time he saw it.
Coincidentally, it was a fantastic sword.
The remnants of as many as seven swords flew towards all parts of the body.
‘It seems like you were in quite a hurry.’
Although it was not a killer, it was still a vicious herbivore that was not suitable for fighting.
The person who had eaten the first meal also had a hard look on his face, as if he had missed something.
Just as it is impossible to collect spilled water again, it was impossible to recover the vegetation that had already been spread out.
‘I don’t really feel threatened, though.’
Well, this was something that happened occasionally when the fighting became intense.
If it wasn’t intentional, I could have ignored it.
This is also the one who requested Jingeombimu in the first place.
‘What’s more, it’s an herbivorous attack launched by a low-ranking opponent.’
I’m sorry to say this to Seong-Hoon Han, but to my eyes, the principles, structure, and loopholes of herbivorous food were clearly revealed.
‘Of the seven sword skills, six are Heocho. The only real technique is a sword strike made diagonally from the top left. Then, the law of destruction is…’
I stretched out my sword in a straight line as if to block the opponent’s sword path.
And the moment the sword met the sword, he gently swung his wrist.
Kaang!
Seonghun Han’s sword soared into the sky, unable to overcome the rebound force, and my sword stopped an inch in front of his uvula.
It was a moment when there was a clear distinction between the winner and the loser.
* * *
“I was sorry just now.”
This was the first thing Han Seong-hoon said to me after the dance was over.
It was not difficult to figure out that this was referring to the chosik that was presented last.
“it’s okay. “You don’t have to worry about it.”
“You ended up showing an unmature side because you didn’t want to lose. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You didn’t do that on purpose, right?”
“Thank you for saying that.”
To be honest, it wasn’t that I didn’t feel embarrassed.
If there had been any hint of intentionality, it would never have been overlooked.
‘Considering the amount of money I will be extorting from Minister Wang, I am willing to let him go.’
I slowly turned my head to see Wang Chun-seong’s reaction.
Well, the moment the figure of a middle-aged man with a goatee fidgeting like a scared puppy came into view, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared like melting snow and disappeared.
“I guess I won the bet.”
“That’s right.”
“As promised, you must pay the Commander-in-Chief’s one year’s salary as old money.”
It must be embarrassing.
He probably never thought he would lose the bet.
I won’t consider it that way, though.
“I have something to tell you about that old money…”
“I’m sure you won’t break your promise, right?”
“Is that possible?”
“I plan to leave Sega in three days, so I hope you keep your promise until then.”
“No matter what, isn’t three days too short of time?”
“I know that the Commander-in-Chief can prepare the money in just one day if he puts his mind to it.”
“On what basis are you saying that?”
“I worked under the Commander-in-Chief for only five years. “Do you really think you don’t know?”
“…….”
“I will tell you in advance, but I can’t guarantee what I will do if you don’t prepare the money in time.”
Wang Chun-seong became completely speechless due to the overt threats.
I found that sight quite amusing, so I burst into laughter.
I felt as if my stuffy stomach had been ripped open.
It was impossible for a person to just tolerate it and survive.
There should be days like this once in a while.
“Then, with that in mind, I will leave now.”
* * *
After Yeonsun left the training ground.
Wang Chunseong looked up at the sky with a vain expression and muttered.
“Am I dreaming now?”
It was no one else, but Mangeomdaeju.
He was the swordsman who had stepped into the beginning of the climax.
However, such a master lost in the competition.
And that to a young boy who had barely completed his education.
It was an indisputable defeat.
“Heh heh.”
A helpless laugh escaped my lips.
He seemed strangely confident.
[What kind of martial arts are you training so hard for?]
[It is home martial arts. It’s not that great, but…]
[If you want to learn martial arts formally, you can ask the head of the family and give you an opportunity.]
[No. It is just something to learn for health management and self-defense, and has no further meaning.]
He recalled the conversation he had with Yeon-woon in the past and made a groaning sound.
“That was a blatant lie. “This snot-like guy.”
How and where does this mean that it is a martial art learned for health management purposes?
I should have been suspicious when it occurred to me that the conditions of the bet were too favorable to this side.
But regret is always too late.
Now it has become irreversible.
“You’re in big trouble. “If my wife found out about this, it wouldn’t end up as a beating on the back.”
It would be nice if it ended well.
If I did something wrong, I might have all my hair pulled out.
“There was a sleeping dragon crouching in the main house.”
Before I knew it, Mangeomdaeju, who had come to my side, spoke in a very flushed voice.
There was a slightly resentful look in Secretary Wang’s eyes.
It’s like, ‘This place looks like I’ve lost a year’s worth of salary!’ He looked like he was protesting.
“It’s big.”
Han Seong-Hoon cleared his throat with an embarrassed expression.
Secretary Wang, who had been sighing for a moment, raised his head with a resigned look.
He knew it too.
That Mangeomdaeju is not guilty.
Even if you are to blame, you should blame your past self for accepting the bet and not pass the blame on to others.
“I never thought you would lose.”
“How could you be the only one who thought that?”
“So to what extent?”
“What do you mean?”
“That guy. “I’ve seen sword-fighting with you myself, so I guess you have a rough idea of it.”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“It wasn’t a level of skill that I could have guessed.”
“What does that mean? Still, didn’t we fight on equal terms to some extent?”
“boiling? Did it look like that to you?”
A bitter smile appeared on Han Seong-Hoon’s lips.
I knew it because I had directly clashed swords with each other.
Yeonsun only got along with them appropriately so as not to hurt their reputation.
He didn’t even demonstrate his proper skills.
“You mean no?”
“Even if the head of the family steps forward, I won’t be a match for him.”
“…!”
“In terms of height, he’s probably at the same peak as me. “But aren’t all peaks the same?”
Third-rate, second-rate, first-rate climax, transcendent climax, Hwagyeong, Hyeongyeong.
These were words used by people in the world to distinguish between the realms of martial arts.
However, the distinction between these levels was actually not accurate.
No, it couldn’t be accurate.
The standard by which the world evaluated the state of a martial artist was only the total amount of internal energy and the ability to use it.
Because that is the most certain visible indicator.
For example, it was like this.
If you can manifest your sword energy, you are at your peak.
If you can unleash swordsmanship, it’s the best.
If you can form strong energy, you are in harmony.
However, there were many factors other than internal strength that determined a warrior’s combat power.
Sword, boxing, footwork, arm techniques, practical experience, tactics, etc.
Even if they were martial artists who reached the same level, there were differences among each individual and areas in which they were confident were different.
In that sense, Yeonsun was someone who could not be tied into the mold of a peak master.
The Yeonsun that Han Seong-hoon saw was a peak expert, but he was not a peak expert.
“It seems his origins are much greater than we vaguely thought.”
Wang Chun-sheng met Han Seong-hun’s gaze with an expression of complete disbelief.
Han Seong-Hoon’s expression was serious.
It didn’t look like they were farming at all.
Wang Chun-seong, who was frowning and scratching the back of his head, soon sighed and muttered.
“Are you saying it wasn’t a vessel that the Manjang family could embrace in the first place?…”