Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Chapter 181

Episode 181

Destiny (6)

Phew!

Astonishment appeared in Pasaruk’s eyes as he was thrown back.

‘What is this guy?!’

grasp!

He lightly kicked the ground and caught up with me right in front of me. It wasn’t very fast, but it was oddly difficult to respond to.

Buuuuung! Quang!

It’s heavy.

Even though I raised the self-defense device of Sumi Station Bulgong as much as I could and blocked it, it was so powerful that my back was bent backwards.

“You bastard!”

A giant fist with a red light set the air on fire and aimed at Mo Yong-wu’s head.

Fast and sharp. Although he is one head taller than Mo Yong-woo and his entire body is armed with muscles developed beyond his limits, he is very flexible and uses fast martial arts skills.

But that was all. Mo Yong-woo’s martial arts skills, which were determined and focused on his opponent, were on a different level from before.

Puff poop!

Pasaruk’s eyes widened.

The fist containing the power of the Buddha’s God’s Fist suddenly flew upward. The tension pushed by Cheopcheop interfered with the winding path.

Bye!

Pasaruk’s face was very distorted.

‘shit.’

A sharp pain arose in my abdomen as I was thrown around and struck.

Do you feel pain even though you have achieved a body that is invulnerable to swords? This meant that the opponent’s attack power was superior to one’s defense power.

“You son of a bitch!”

It is a betrayal of the body that I believed would never be broken unless I was a martial arts expert at the level of a mountain expert or a top member of the six generations.

Pasaruk took a strong step forward.

Coogung!

There was a strong tremor in the ground.

Mo Yong-woo’s eyes sparkled.

grasp!

Mo Yong-woo jumped into the air to avoid the incoming vibration and grabbed the Tangma sword with both hands.

‘True(?).’

Flash!

The heavy blade grazed Pasaruk’s shoulder.

It was a sword thrown with the intention of blowing off the head with one blow. This was the moment when Pasaruk’s flexible evasion ability shone.

‘You’ve refined it properly.’

On the outside, the body appears to be extremely dull.

But the reality was completely different. The power coming from well-developed muscles was strong, the flexibility of his joints was as good as that of any midfield expert, and his quick movements were as agile as a swallow.

Although he is the leader of a gang of magic bandits that sucks out the blood of civilians, he has properly trained his martial arts skills. He had a very well-coordinated body and martial arts skills.

Damn it!

He blocked the pouring martial arts with the blade of his great sword.

A person who has properly learned martial arts knows exactly when to attack, evade, and defend.

Those who go one step further implement two or three methods simultaneously. This means that you can use evasion and attack at the same time.

Pasaruk was like that.

That was the reason why he was able to easily defeat an opponent holding a weapon with his bare hands.

‘but.’

hook!

Mo Yong-woo’s new model appeared on the left rear of Pasaruk.

There was a look of urgency on Pasaruk’s face.

‘That’s all.’

Quang!

“Tsk!”

Pasaruk stumbled.

He somehow turned his body and threw away the blow, but Mo Yong-wu’s Tangma Great Sword had the power of Taishan.

Paang!

Mo Yong-woo narrowed the distance and swung his sword at incredible speed.

Bababababaak!

“Ugh!”

There were dozens of sword wounds all over Pasaruk’s body.

This attack also only cut the skin. It was not possible to cut the muscles and break the bones.

But Pasaruk realized.

‘Has it gotten deeper?!’

The sword image became slightly deeper.

The moment he was scared and was about to back away, the great sword extended and dug into his chest muscle.

“omg!”

Taaang!

He threw away the great sword with his fist and lowered his upper body.

Grumbling.

Pasaruk’s eyes wavered.

This sword strike cut through the flesh and tore through the muscles. I quickly tightened my muscles with a force to stop the bleeding, but the amount of blood that spurted out in an instant was significant.

“I’m getting used to it now.”

Pasaruk looked at Mo Yong-wu.

Flash!

A blue essence reminiscent of the sky rose from the body of Mo Yong-woo, who approached with a terrifying eye glow.

“I’m finally getting used to your firmness.”

Pasaruk’s face distorted.

Are you getting used to it? Is it possible to cut something you couldn’t cut just by getting used to it?

“You little brat tried to finish it properly, but…!”

It was then.

Kwaaaaang! Fuuuuuuu!

“Aaaah!”

“Run away too!”

“Danju! Danju!”

“boss! “We must run away!”

Crumbling!

Pasaruk’s eyes widened.

The wall connecting the inner and outer ends was collapsing, and subordinates were pouring in.

It’s not about running away. Unable to withstand the enemy’s overwhelming power, they were pushed back to this point.

Hahaha!

Beyond the crowd of subordinates, someone radiating explosive energy waves appeared.

Quang! Quaaaang!

There were no fallen leaves.

When the gray-black chains twitch, the necks of the magic enemies are torn off and blown away, and when the black-and-white dragon godfather sweeps past, their bodies are torn into pieces.

It is the run of a three-headed, six-fat monster that no one can stop. The murderous spirit of the person who slaughtered the magic bandits indiscriminately was flashing like a flame.

There is no shortage of the expression ‘God of War’. And behind the whole body, there was even a shrine that flew through the air and pulled strings.

“…what.”

Pasaruk’s eyes trembled.

“What is that crazy guy!”

At that time, Mo Yong-woo said.

“He is the commander of the army of death.”

“what?”

“He is the head of the Mortal Death Army and the eldest son of Yeonga, the greatest late exponent of the Central Plains, who is nicknamed Byeoksanhojang (????). And….”

Mo Yong-wu adjusted his Tangma great sword and held it.

“He’s my younger brother.”

Quaaaang!

Thick blood vessels stood out on Pasaruk’s forehead.

“profit!”

It was a terrifying force.

Mo Yong-woo, who saw Yeon Ho-jeong’s crazy performance, also seemed to have a burning fighting spirit. Pasaruk crossed his arms to block the sword strike, but he was pushing further, displaying his incredible strength.

Grumbling.

The great sword gradually dug into the muscles.

‘no!’

Pasaruk accurately recognized his own condition.

‘I lose.’

Losing is not a problem. The important thing is that you could really die like this.

‘getaway!’

Pasaruk had no honor or pride. As Mo Yong-woo said, the greatest value to him was always survival.

That wasn’t all. This was the case with all those who lived under the name of a magician.

Pasaruk shouted.

“Everyone scatter…!!”

Whoa whoa!

“Aaaah!”

Pasaruk knelt down. A single, intangible arrow exploded onto his back.

It was Jinki’s arrow, Muyeongtan. Mukbi, who was massacring dozens of magic bandits outside, struck a blow of anger.

If it had been an iron war instead of a bulletless bullet, it would have taken his life. We should say that Pasaruk is very fortunate.

Bye!

Blood spurted from Pasaruk’s mouth. Mo Yong-woo’s knee hit his chin.

Puff puff!

Mo Yong-woo’s eyes sparkled.

He was planning to take his head off with a single blow, but even in the midst of this, he used a handshake to block the sword strike. He was a persistent guy.

Of course, it wasn’t without results.

Suddenly!

Pasaruk’s left index and middle ring fingers were cut off.

“profit!”

Quaaaang! Suddenly!

Pasaruk leapt to the left. Mo Yong-wu’s sword cut his back, but he somehow escaped.

Mo Yong-woo’s eyes sparkled.

“Where!”

It was then.

Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The chain shot through the blood-filled air and strangled Pasaruk.

“Keck!”

A terrifying murderous spirit emanated from Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes.

“Come on.”

Chaaaaang!

The Gyoryong Chain was pulled taut and Pasaruk’s body floated into the air.

Flash!

Mo Yong-woo’s great sword advanced like a flash.

Suddenly!

It was truly an admirable response.

Even though he was flying in the air, strangled by a chain, he twisted his body to avoid Mo Yong-wu’s lightning-like swift sword. Although he received a serious sword wound on his back, it prevented his torso from being split in half.

It was a fearsome need for survival. The ability to read the enemy’s murderous intent was beyond imagination.

“Aaaah!”

Quaaaang!

Pasaruk hit the floor with both feet and pulled the Gyoryongsae. His body, which was born with natural powers, was filled with Sumi Station Buddhist exercises to the limit. Since he is under threat to his life, he displays incredible strength that is literally beyond imagination.

But this time the opponent was bad.

Oooooh!

Hwacheon’s main weapon was included in Gyoryongswae.

“Sigh!”

Quang!

Pasaruk’s body rose into the air again.

‘What what?!’

Even though I pulled with explosive force, I was pulled back by the opponent. Even when the opponent is pulling with only one hand!

Pasaruk’s pupils widened significantly.

There was a monster there, staring at him with a face covered in blood.

“Aaaah!”

Whoa whoa!

Both of Pasaruk’s legs were blown off from below the knees.

Quang!

Pasaruk, who lost both legs, fell to the ground.

Yeonhojeong stepped on Pasaruk’s face.

Pow!

My nose was broken and my teeth were blown out. The right cheekbone was crushed and sunken.

Pasaruk’s body, which was shaking, soon became limp. He passed out.

Yeon Ho-jeong looked at Mo Yong-woo.

You can tell what the other person wants just by looking at their eyes. Mo Yong-woo shouted loudly.

“Everyone stop!”

Ugh! Wooooow!

It was a voice that resonated throughout the area. It was not at all inferior to Pasaruk’s voice, which was so loud that it was reminiscent of a pitch.

“You are defeated! “Throw away your weapons immediately!”

There was fear on the faces of the magic bandits.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was holding the neck of Pasaruk next to Mo Yong-woo, was glaring at them with murderous eyes.

Creepy!

All of the remaining members of the corridor trembled in fear.

A huge number of casualties occurred at the hands of an axe-wielding monster that appeared out of nowhere. Even then, as if he was not tired, a destructive energy wave emanated from his body as he raised his head and glared in this direction.

The look in his eyes was telling.

If you don’t surrender, you will die.

Clap! Clap!

The magic bandits laid down their weapons one by one.

As simple as it is, it shows tremendous morale when the momentum is gained, but once morale is broken, it collapses irreparably. It was a moment when their best strength became their worst weakness.

It was the limit of magic. For those who considered survival as their top priority, there was no such thing as imprisonment.

Mo Yong-woo sighed.

‘Is it over?’

At that time, his eyes turned to Yeon Ho-jeong.

Yeon Ho-jeong was slowly shaking his head. The life that filled my eyes burned even more intensely.

There was surprise on Mo Yong-woo’s face.

‘Let’s kill him?’

‘okay.’

‘We have already received a declaration of surrender. There is no need to kill him….’

‘It will be easier to deal with him since he has thrown away his weapons.’

‘…!’

‘don’t worry. I will bear the bad karma.’

In Mo Yong-wu’s panicked eyes, he suddenly saw the formation of the Mortal Death Army and the Tang Demon Army.

“…!!”

Since when did it start?

The Tang Demon Army and the Death Death Army exquisitely surrounded the corridor. It was a deployment optimized for surprise attacks.

At that moment, Mo Yong-woo realized.

‘Yeonjae?!’

Yes.

The moment he entered the battlefield, Yeon Ho-jeong could not help but think about the destruction of his opponents as well as minimizing the sacrifices of his allies.

That is why the enemy was not completely destroyed by penetrating one spot. This was because it was obvious that more enemies could be killed, but at the same time, damage to allies would also increase.

Yeonhojeong, flashing from the east and west, crowded together our troops.

Before they knew it, the Tang Demon Army and the Mortal Death Army had slowly formed a formation surrounding the corridor.

bang!

Yeon Ho-jeong, who threw the pasaruk carelessly, glared at the magic bandits.

That wasn’t all.

Unlike Tangma’s army, who relaxed because they thought they had already won, the eyes of all of the Mortal Death Army were similar to Yeonhojeong’s. This was because they had also experienced this situation countless times.

Yeon Ho-jeong said coldly.

“I command the army of death and death.”

Tsutsutsutsu.

The thick deadly force spread like fog.

“Send it to me neatly.”