The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman] - Chapter 98
The key to the masked man’s martial arts was one beat fast.
It starts before the opponent’s attack, and narrows the gap by cutting off the flow. If the enemy’s attack is powerful before the attack is fully expressed, the original strength cannot be generated.
The scary thing about martial arts and martial arts was that omitted the warm-up action. That’s why Deungyeopyeong couldn’t overpower them at once by the river near Hyeongju.
However, in the same way, those with stronger bets win, and those with excellent herbivorous applications win.
The masked man is at best an unmanned airman. You can never beat Jinmu’s experience and vast history of living on the battlefield for 80 years.
“Oh my god.”
The masked man, who was beaten to death, staggered.
“That’s a hell of a house.”
No way
Jinmu hit just that much. If you had intended to kill him in the first place, you would have died more than a hundred times.
“Shall we end this now?”
Baek-pyo was surprised even when he looked at the scene for granted, and Baek couldn’t close his open mouth. They’ve been such a difficult opponent, aren’t they, like, dealing with a child?
“No way!”
The masked man clenched his teeth and stabbed the sword at the Jinmu approaching him. Jinmu, who easily avoided the sword, shot under the masked man’s arm.
Crispy!
“Oh my god.”
The arm bone was not bent, but it was broken in reverse.
I was clumsy because I didn’t have enough breaks.
The retired masked man stared at Jinmu with pain.
“Wow… how do you guys know Lord Muchon? How can you spread it so skillfully!”
“I learned it from a grateful old man.”
“Anger? Is it because of Daerang?”
The big one?
Ho-oh? I haven’t even started the interrogation, but you’re telling me well
“No, sir, you’re not going to deliver Lord Muchon to the midfield.”
“That’s what you think.”
“…..”
The eyes of the masked man tremble like a flag flying in the strong wind due to Jinmu’s sarcasm.
an unwinnable opponent an opponent who has trampled on even the slightest possibility
As he said, there was no way that Dae-rang would teach martial arts. It was because he hated the foresters of the midfield more than anyone else.
But the result is clear. He wasn’t the one to win. To be unable to win was to say to be unable to escape.
The masked men looked at the fallen men and knew nothing. Nothing will be gained through their mouths.
But I was different.
It could have been a big problem if they were taken prisoner, who could be a link to the group they were in.
He has been trained to endure torture in case he is caught, but he does not know what will happen to a person.
In the end, there is only one option left.
The masked man held the sword upside down in his holy arm.
Murder and destruction
Kill a man to cover his mouth. There was no safer way to keep a secret. The masked man thrust a sword into his heart.
But the sword won’t move. No matter how many dragons I used, I didn’t think of moving the sword. It’s just a pull and a fall and it’s over.
“Hey!”
an audible voice
And before I knew it, the man approached and curled his sword with his bare hands.
“You little brat. It’s not murder, it’s self-destruction.
“…..!”
When did you move? It was a moment when I decided to die and grabbed the knife upside down.
by the way,
“You have something in your mouth, don’ Go to hell.”
Crack it.
Jinmu grabbed the masked man’s chin with the other hand.
Crack, crack.
The jawbone fell out with the force of pressing the bad joint.
The knife was already blocked, and he could not bite the sweet medicine between his teeth or bite his tongue to volunteer. And Jinmu’s cruel face is reflected in his eyes.
“Sigh first.”
Take it out!
Jinmu’s fist clenched in his abdomen. The shock spread backward and my spine was about to crumble, and I was distracted by the deep pain that made me sick.
a cruel brute
There’s a simple method called mucus…
Flop.
The masked man fell straight ahead.
Jinmu took off his mask and examined his mouth.
Small thread. And a nail-sized jar bag tied to the end.
“What kind of viper are you?” You’re going to keep the poison bag in your mouth?”
Jin-moo threw his poison pocket on the floor with an absurd look.
a whipping sound
Jinmu frowned as the soil turned black and smoked acrid smoke in the burst poison.
If it was enough to burn the soil, it must have melted the inside of the mouth and the esophagus as soon as it spread.
It must have been much more painful than dying with a knife.
“You must have been scared, idiot. I wouldn’t have been able to stop it if I had bitten it first.”
Jinmu got up with a smirk.
“Hey, white vote.”
“…Yeah! Eun-gong!”
“Let’s tie him up so he can’t do anything else and look at the others.”
His voice is too relaxed to be the person who continued the terrible fight until just now.
Jinmu’s intervention left the fight bland.
But that’s what absolute is.
It is not a big wave that can encompass the entire Jungwon like the old faction or the five generations, but Baekgajang and Padang are fighting for hegemony in Gyerim Gwangseo-seong. If Jinmu had decided, he could have been slaughtered before the day passed.
But it didn’t matter that the fight was fierce and futile.
The centurion was protected and the younger brother was safe.
Powerful?
They won’t be able to do anything more. You’ve already lost your fighting spirit by Jinmu. I don’t know what conspiracy the masked men had made, but the war between Baekgajang and the Gang of Power itself was almost over.
“Hey, you dirty girl. Are you okay?”
“What? Yes…”
The word “disgusting” bothered me a lot, but who’s blaming him at this point?
“Oh, and I think they were after something. Do you happen to know what it is?”
At Jinmu’s words, Baekpyo, who tied the masked men and put blood transfusion on them so that they could not wake up, glanced at Baek Yeo-rin.
A sword possessed by a hundred masters That’s the only thing anyone deserves.
“This is it.”
Baek Yeo-rin, who already knows what it is, fixed her dress and put it out to Jinmu.
a sword hung around her neck
“He called it bloodless.”
“Bloodless?”
Jinmu tilted his head when he heard his name.
There’s no blood?
No matter how hard I try to remember it, it’s something I’ve never heard of.
Well, how big is the midfield? It was Murim that there were more people living in seclusion than those who were known.
It is impossible to know all of the spirit tablets laid down in the mountain stream, and there are also overflowing records hidden here and there.
Anyway, it’s a group of legends, and it’s weird to know right away when you hear it.
“Is it an item that has its origin?
“Well, we haven’t heard of it either, so we know it’s just a sign from generation to generation to generation to generation.”
“…..”
Uh, yeah, that’s great.
If the name was handed down from generation to generation, it would be a sign of the family, but you don’t even know the origin? Didn’t you think about finding out? I don’t know if there’s a secret behind it’s hidden.
“Here.”
Jinmu, holding Baek Yeo-rin’s sword in his hand, pulled it with force.
“I’m not going to miss it’s not going to fall out. We’ve injected the flag and we’ve looked at the patterns. I called an agency specialist to check it out.”
Well, you’ve tried.
Jinmu, who nodded roughly, carefully examined the sogum again, but it was an unknown object.
an inalienable sword
Is that why he’s bloodless? Because there’s no hole when you take it out?
“Why are you aiming for this?”
Jinmu frowned and stared at the sword which was bloodless.
Damn, my eyes hurt. It’s just a complicated head
“Damn it. They’re so complicated.”
Jinmu grumbled.
“Can I keep this?”
“What?”
At his words, Baek Yeo-rin looked at Jinmu with a slightly perplexed look.
I didn’t know what to answer.
It is the request of a benefactor who saved the family. And the sword in his hand is just a sign.
But it’s coming down from generation to generation to generation.
“You can keep it if you need it.”
The answer was replaced by 100 votes.
“Are you old?”
“Don’t give meaning to things.”
“….”
“It’s not something that represents a hundred-gajangju. It’s represented by those who live and protect.”
“….”
Baek Yeo-rin nodded with a deep sigh at Baek-pyo’s words.
“Well, that’s fine.”
Jinmu grinned.
***
Jinmu, who stayed in Baekgajang due to an unexpected event, put his chin on the table and looked at the sword.
I looked at all the records left in the hundred pages, but there was no way to know. Although I heard that Mok In-gyeom woke up, I couldn’t be questioned yet.
This is because people who are trained enough to kill themselves cannot easily open their mouths even if they torture.
I have to figure something out. You need to know something to embarrass them so that you can rub them in.
a whipping sound
In the meantime, a white table with grilled meat on a stone plate was placed in front of Jinmu. He was bandaged all over from last night’s wound, but he was still grilling meat for Jinmu.
I should have rested if I was sick, but I didn’t mean to stop him because he liked me.
“Let’s eat.”
“Oh? Oh, yeah.”
While Jinmu was taking chopsticks, Baek Vote sat in one corner and held out to Baek Yeo-rin, who was waiting.
“Eat it, too.”
“Yes.”
Baek Yeo-rin took the meat to her mouth at Baek’s recommendation.
Then he opened his eyes wide and looked at the white vote and the meat alternately.
“What do you think?”
“It’s delicious.”
“Yes.”
Baekpyo smiled brightly at her answer and it was delicious. It tastes amazing, indeed.
ten years
What kind of life has he been living?
A lot of courses
No way. His martial arts he showed last night were not trained for a day or two.
After all, he must have learned martial arts from somewhere.
Moreover, what kind of relationship do they have with the master who came together?
Didn’t Orabi call the master that way before the Hundred Family people called him Eungong?
Come to think of it, I didn’t even know the name.
What’s more, his behavior, way of speaking, and wild and rude.
Talk down to anyone and act as you please.
He was more suited to the Sapa than to the political faction.
Baek Yeo-rin suddenly became curious about a master named Jinmu.
“Older brother.”
“What?”
“What kind of history does Eun-gong have?”
Baek Yeo-rin whispered carefully to Baek-pyo.
“I don’t know. My name and my history.”
“…what?”
“I don’t know. He just saved my life, and now he’s saved my family.”
“……”
It doesn’t matter what kind of history you have. It’s just a silver bullet to me. You’ve done me a favor that I can’t pay back even if I pay back my whole life.”
Baek-pyo stared at Baek-rin, her face slightly stiff and her mouth closed.
“But I didn’t see him walking the wrong way.”
“Oh.”
Baek Yeo-rin exclaimed in a low voice.
“Yelin, you are the master of the family.”
“No, now that your brother is back…”
It was a white woman’s sincerity. At first, I hated the changed appearance of the Orabi, but he was still a white-haired person who thought and cared about the family.
Moreover, Baekpyo’s shipwreck, which he saw in the fight against the masked man, was superior to anyone else in his family. Of course, I had to inherit the family.
“Yeolyn, I intend to go a long way when Baekga-jang takes his place and becomes the loser of Guilin again.”
“What’s that?”
“That’s what we should be done. I have learned the lesson of Sapa. It doesn’t suit the master of a hundred songs. The master of the Hundred Chairs has been you for ten years, and you must continue to be you.”
“But keep that in mind. What the owner of the family should keep in mind is to see and act immediately. You shouldn’t think that the inside is black just because it’s are black. Sapain doesn’t have to be prejudiced. Sometimes they can be more right than political opponents.”
At Baek-pyo’s words, Jin-moo took his eyes off the sword for a moment.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, but the guy who thought he would be rude suddenly said, “You’re good at cleaning up.”
Is it because I’m in front of my brother?
People often misunderstand the way it looks. He may be a figure of Zappa. But look at the truth. Was there anything wrong with saving our family? He never drew his sword before they attacked first, even against the wicked gang of warriors. It’s just that you’re acting on the outside…”
“I’m a shaman”
“The political faction’s… What?”
At Jinmu’s languid words, Baek Pyo and Baek Yeo-rin turned their heads at the same time. Jinmu with his chin in his hand put a piece of meat in his mouth and said, chewing.