Childhood Friend of the Zenith - Chapter 511

Chapter 511 – Just give me one grip.

The sun has risen.

In a way, it makes sense.

It was normal for the sun to rise during the day.

That wasn’t the problem now.

‘It’s late now…’

It’s time for the sun to set and the moon to take its place.

That’s the ichi of the world.

what the heck is that

It’s ridiculous to even look at it. I raised my head and looked into space.

the sun rising at night.

The sun was now rising in the sky.

Is that all?

‘It’s even affecting the sky.’

That sun was affecting the surrounding sky.

Where did the darkness that should be covered in black go and the surroundings were green.

‘Is it a power similar to that of Red Heaven?’

Kuga’s secret technique that dyes the sky red with the heat radiating from the body to boost strength.

‘To be precise, it’s close to a barrier.’

You might wonder if Jeokcheon colors the sky like its name, but strictly speaking, it was like setting a territory.

It emits thick and hot heat to expand the area around it.

It’s so wide and high that it just gives the impression that the sky looks red.

If so, how about that?

‘… I don’t know?’

I don’t know.

I don’t even know what the fuck is.

‘Is that martial arts?’

the sun rising in the air.

It’s called the sun because it looks like it, but it probably isn’t the actual sun.

It just floats.

It was just floating in the air with tremendous heat.

That alone gives the illusion that the sky has brightened.

what is that weapon?

‘I’m an unknown martial artist.’

Since my father used it, it must be a martial art of the Gu family. It was the first martial arts I had ever seen.

A power that I hadn’t seen in my previous life, even at that moment when I was fighting my father.

Not to mention…

‘… I’ve never seen my father fight in the first place.’

A father who dyed his hair red.

It’s a look I’ve never seen before.

I mean yes.

‘Even when I fought with me in my previous life. It must mean that my father wasn’t strong enough.’

It was a bitter fact.

Even if it was something I knew.

[Heh heh.]

Shin Noya let out a big smile while looking at So Taeyang.

[… I’m getting nervous.]

‘What do you mean.’

[What do you see that as?]

What does it look like?

‘sun?’

It didn’t look like anything other than that.

[…Yes, it’s normal to see it that way.]

‘Or what?’

small flaming orb.

It is so bright that it catches and swallows even the surrounding darkness. If it is not the sun, what should we call it?

At least I couldn’t think of any other words.

That’s why I don’t know what answer Shinnoya wanted.

[That’s not the sun.]

‘I know that.’

They call it the sun, but I don’t think it’s the real sun.

It’s because there’s nothing else to name it.

‘Does Noya know what that is?’

The power of the Kuga family that I don’t even know about. Does Noya know of his father’s abilities?

When I asked a question mixed with questions, Noya carefully took out the words and listened.

[That’s the shape of your mind.]

‘Yes?’

mind.

It sounds like something out of the blue, but it was a word that wasn’t too far off for a warrior.

heart.

To the uninitiated, images are like mirrors.

Grinding and polishing the body and filling the vessel with bets to achieve growth.

The body that has repeatedly been beaten, crushed, and regenerated is gradually strengthened.

The more that happens, the darker the image becomes.

Because the growth of a warrior was not only the growth of the body, but also the growth of the image.

The image of the unmanned man who has continued to grow like that eventually takes shape.

I said looking at the sun my father created.

‘That’s something similar to a sword. Is this what you mean?’

The extreme of the inspector.

The highest level that a swordsman trained to the limit will eventually reach.

It’s not the climax or hwagyeong that you reach as a martial artist, but the realm of imagery that you only reach as a swordsman.

It was called the body and sword union.

It is said that the body and the sword become one.

Let’s take a look at the average swordsmen and their differences.

‘I can use the mind sword and I can’t.’

Is it possible to form extremely trained imagery or not?

That would be the difference between a swordsman who achieved the union of new swordsmanship and a swordsman who did not.

I honestly didn’t know very well.

If you had to pick someone who had united the new swords around you, only after the demon sword.

I don’t know about the sword demon, but I think it probably couldn’t reach it.

If that guy had really reached the new sword union day, he would have been much more outspoken.

anyway so.

‘That’s the power of images?’

Is that ridiculous power floating in the air really a form of mind?

It was on a level I couldn’t understand.

The principle of martial arts that puts a bet on the body and uses it.

Isn’t it a power that seems to have deviated from that logic for a long time? The shape of the mind…

‘… ha’

I had to laugh at the words that suddenly came to mind.

Come to think of it, it was a bit odd.

‘A guy who hasn’t even reached the extreme is the fucking idiot.’

It suddenly felt funny to see that he was looking for the martial arts ichini Nabal after raising his level using magicong instead of making great achievements in the martial arts of his hometown.

I knew.

This is just a sensation that comes from feeling thirsty.

‘… the power of mind.’

The thirst that comes from facing such vast power.

Also, since I know that it is the same martial arts, I have a shallow expectation that if I work hard, I will be able to emit that kind of power.

I wonder if it’s as if I’ve become a soldier after rolling as I want to and eating as much as I can for my age.

I bit my lip and came to my senses.

‘It’s not the time to pursue romance like that.’

the ark is different

I think that if I put in time and put in effort, I might be able to reach it someday.

That’s literally something you can do whenever you have time.

I turned my gaze back to the sun.

I knew now was not the time to admire that.

‘Where are you going?’

The father who threw such a bizarre thing out of the blue and disappeared.

I had been searching around the gate for a long time to find my father.

I spread a lot of emotions, but I can’t feel anything.

The feeling of qi, which has grown stronger in Hwagyeong, is enough to cover the dangmun.

Because there are other strong warriors, the influence is not high.

It was said that it was as simple as finding out where someone was.

But still, it doesn’t feel like anything.

‘Could it be because of that?’

I am that sun floating in the air.

Not only does it heat up the surroundings, but does it also play a role in preventing the spread of feelings?

I don’t know what the principle is, but if it really is.

‘It’s ridiculous power.’

No matter how you look at it, he is a top-notch enemy. It’s not about expanding the area and raising the heat.

Isn’t it the feeling of dominating the realm itself?

‘What should I do?’

How can I find it if it doesn’t spread?

‘… Damn it.’

I turned my head, but the feeling didn’t come to mind.

Besides, I thought I didn’t have to look for it.

My father said that he wasn’t the type to go out and he would come back soon(?).

If you don’t want to get scolded, it’s the part where you can quietly stay in your room.

I felt like I had to find it for some reason.

‘Something.’

how to say

Do you think his father’s eyes were subtle before he left?

I couldn’t stay still because I was concerned about that minute difference.

‘… grunt.’

Of course, even if they came along, there was no way.

The problem is that I missed my father in the first place.

‘I couldn’t follow it with my eyes.’

I couldn’t catch my father who sped up.

It was a level that disappeared right in front of my eyes.

‘It must be the same martial arts… but the difference is this much…’

Huh?

As I was thinking, it suddenly came to my mind. How to find your father right away.

tall.

After running for a while, I stopped.

‘… Same martial arts.’

Gu family’s blood relative martial arts Guyeomhwaryun Gong.

It is a martial art that displays overwhelming explosive power by replacing bets with flames.

The important point here.

It was that my father and I used the same martial arts.

As soon as I realized that, I solved the gas transformation technique.

Wood Deuk-! The bones were suddenly twisted and the pain raged, but I didn’t care.

is not it.

‘…it hurts too much not to care?’

The pain was considerable because I suddenly grew up, but I had to endure it.

When the gas transformation technique is released, subtle discomfort disappears and a feeling of refreshment is felt.

as it is.

Roaring-!

It rotated rapidly with the ring of the stomatitis ring around its body.

The bet that started in the heart spreads throughout the body.

The bet discharged through the body instantly became heat. The heat soon turned into flames and embraced her body.

It is a bright blue dye.

A flame that can no longer return to its original red color.

I felt like shit, but I ignored it and focused on something else.

The difference between those who are called Munpa and Sega’s electronic martial arts can be called numbers.

The number of people learning that martial art.

Considering that, it was only natural that there were few blood relatives.

In particular, there will be fewer of them if we consider direct blood relatives.

here comes a way

The same martial art was bound to resonate even if it was shallow.

The only people in the Gu family in Sacheon would be my father and me.

It would be even more so if it was narrower than that.

So.

I tried to light a spark and find my father.

It is an attempt to force resonance.

Then it will be easy to know the location.

Oh sure.

‘This… is a method that won’t work if my father isn’t using martial arts.’

I thought it would be written as expected.

It just felt like that.

In this way, the ring of blue flame gradually accelerated its rotation and increased its size.

One ring is stacked on top of the ring.

Fire-!

As the heat grew, one more soon piled up.

three rings in total.

It’s about time you start eating a lot of bets just by maintaining it.

How much more should I inflate?

Maybe you’re not using your strength the way you expected? It’s time to feel something you should have felt before.

‘Isn’t this it?’

The moment I tried to collect the bet, thinking I might be doing something stupid.

Ugh…

…!

It was felt.

The bets are intertwined, and I feel the sign of something colliding.

I turned my head.

I dragged my body wrapped in flames and threw myself away.

The location wasn’t too far.

It’s rather strange that I haven’t been able to find it until now.

The body that was freed from gas transformation was fast, and it only took a few seconds to reach the location you were looking for.

widely.

The moment you arrive at a place where you feel a sense of resonance.

Whoa-!

This?

Different sensations pass through the body, including resonance.

I knew right away that it was the power of Jinbeop.

Together.

‘… It feels like something has been ripped off?’

Traces were visible in the space where the original method should have been spread out.

Should I say it’s a sign that someone forcibly tore it?

‘…’

I wanted to think, but I couldn’t help but know that this was a trace made by my father.

The heat was still hot there.

‘What are you really doing?’

Aside from why there was such a strategy here, why did my father go here?

I threw myself inside first.

How many steps do you go inside?

her?

I had to raise my eyes right away at the sight unfolding inside.

hot.

It was so hot that it was incomparable to the heat I had felt until just now.

It filled the inside of the space, and in the center.

What is this again…

There was a deep pit with traces of melted ground and rocks.

‘Rather than breaking it in. It’s a trace of melting.’

An oyster that was quickly melted and dug up rather than dug in.

The flames left around are definitely the flames of the Gu family.

That meant that this flame belonged to his father.

…

I had a bad feeling about something.

There was no hesitation. I leaped slightly and threw myself into the pit.

Kuwook-!

When he throws himself into the pit, his bet rises and protects his body.

The scars of the bet used to dig this out were so wild that the bet on my body was at the level of self-protection.

deep.

It was deep, but going down was not difficult.

Took-!

A few seconds to speed up and dig in. It passed through the passage and landed on the ground.

immediately.

… After…

the tension came up in the body. Goose bumps run down your spine and cold sweat runs down your spine.

It had to be.

‘… what kind of speculation?’

Traces of shallow miasma in an unknown space and the heat that filled the surroundings.

Along with it, speculation was scattered promiscuously everywhere.

It is a speculation that is so thick and intense that it takes your breath away.

I moved my gaze slowly.

I was just trying to figure out what I was doing here.

…

As soon as I looked around, I had to swallow dry saliva.

There were traces of tearing and crushing everywhere, and the bets of the warriors who stimulated the instincts and deeply dug sword wounds were so terrible.

What the hell happened to create this space?

I soon found out why.

I was able to find it by turning my head.

In the distance, I saw the old man of the Tang Dynasty leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

One leg was missing somewhere, but the other ankle was already on the verge of being torn off.

That wasn’t going to be a cure.

As if he hadn’t fainted, his expression was oppressed by fear, and water was running down his eyes and nose.

I had to frown when I saw it.

What is that miserable figure?

‘I haven’t done anything yet?’

I was thinking of making it like that. How can you be in such a state without seeing it?

I moved my gaze a little more, wondering what the situation was.

could be seen there.

seemed

Father standing far away.

My father was standing with his hands behind his back and looking at something.

house owner…?

The moment I saw that, I was about to call my father.

His eyes widened and he realized that there was someone in front of his father.

There was a figure who was half-kneeling in front of his father, barely holding on to his sword.

… uh?

Looking at him, I was taken aback.

Surprisingly, the figure gasping for breath as if exhausted was a heavenly zone.

Around the time I wondered why that man suddenly came out of here.

[Hey.]

Suddenly, Shinnoya spoke up.

[That kid gets hit all over the place. Cheers.]

…?

It was an incomprehensible word.