Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Chapter 360

Episode 360

Authority of the strong (2)

Everyone will die here.

The young man’s words sounded very absurd.

Eight-half of the Xinhua soldiers stationed here have already died. In the first place, the number of mythical soldiers who died from the explosion of gunpowder was more than half.

Two of the generals who were certain there were at most four were already dead. The pendulum has already completely swung.

Of course it was right to run away. Yet the young man is spouting such foolish nonsense.

Moyong-gun chuckled.

“What a fun kid.”

“kid?”

The young man grinned.

“You’re a kid… That’s quite an unfamiliar term.”

It wasn’t just about looking young. The young man’s voice and tone seemed not only young, but even young.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

A fierce and deadly force emanated from the young man’s body.

Unlike what he had laughed at, Mo Yong was nervous inside.

‘Why are there all these guys?’

It was a scary life.

In some ways, the lifestyle was similar to that of Yeonhojeong. The concentration was so thick that it was no less powerful than when Yeon Ho-jeong was extremely angry.

Just because you have a strong will doesn’t mean you can live strong. You must have well-honed mental power and the perfect ability to control your true energy to avoid being caught up in life.

This was the reason why Prince Moyong highly valued Yeonhojeong’s talent. Although he is not an outstanding martial artist, the fact that he maintains his sanity despite unleashing such lethal force means that Yeon Ho-jeong’s mental strength is unrivaled.

In other words, we can overcome our lack of bonelessness with awareness and wisdom. Therefore, Prince Moyong was confident that Yeonhojeong’s growth would be explosive.

But this guy’s life didn’t seem to be much different from Yeon Ho-jeong’s life.

‘No, there is a difference.’

Prince Mo Yong’s sharp eyes sensed the bizarre madness that had melted into his life.

‘This guy is not normal.’

hook!

Moyong-gun’s eyes widened.

Before I knew it, the young man was right in front of me. It was truly a heart-warming pace.

“You can’t let down your guard. Especially in front of someone stronger than you.”

The young man’s hand moved like a thunderbolt.

Quaaaang!

Moyong’s body was pushed backwards.

I couldn’t even pull out my sword. White smoke was escaping from the sword that blocked the young man’s handiwork, and if brain essence had not been injected at the right time, the sword would have broken.

A vein appeared on Moyong’s forehead.

‘strong!’

Phew!

I felt life on my right side.

He moved before I could even look at him. Unbelievable speed Recently, no opponent has shown such frightening speed except for Yang Cheon, Lord of the Ink Dragon.

It was no time to conserve strength. Prince Moyong used the Heartless Thunder Style.

Flash! Qarring!

Noejeong’s sword was as fast as lightning and as strong as lightning. The spot where Prince Moyong’s sword strike passed was not only deep, but also blackened.

“Hoo, can you handle thunder energy to this level? “What’s special?”

Prince Moyong’s thunder sword could not even graze the young man’s collar. Before I knew it, the young man was sitting on a collapsed pillar, resting his chin and looking at Prince Moyong.

Mo Yong-gun’s face hardened.

‘What kind of guy…!’

The young man chuckled.

“It’s a decent skill. If it goes into a power struggle, it will be difficult for the country as well. Isn’t it amazing? “It was really unexpected that so many experts would show up one after another.”

“….”

“But is it so slow that you have to wait until it explodes to use it?”

Flash!

A young man appeared from behind Moyonggun.

I watched it twice, but even missed the third move. Since taking up the sword, Prince Moyong has never missed his opponent’s movements three times.

“Hahahaha!”

The young man let out a maniacal laugh and punched his fist.

Quang!

Mo Yong-gun staggered and was pushed forward five or six steps.

The young man tilted his head.

“what? Did you stop it?”

A sword was blocking Moyonggun’s back. He sensed that an attack was coming and drew his sword to protect his back.

“Isn’t that strange? How did it react to my speed?”

Paaaaaa!

Only after the young man moved did the explosion sound. The speed of divine law surpasses the speed of sound waves.

It was truly a movement far beyond imagination. Even at this speed, only my clothes were slightly damaged and my skin was fine. It was proof that Jinki was stably protecting the whole body.

The young man swung his double sword.

Puff puff puff puff! Blah blah blah!

Mo Yong-gun’s body continued to shake as the Yeonhwanjangbeop spewed out from Ilsuyu.

Even if the power of the martial arts itself is weak, if the speed is this fast, the destructive power is doubled. Speed equals power, and at extreme speeds, even a rock can become the worst killer.

however.

Pusssssss.

White smoke rose from the body of Mo Yong, who staggered back. This was because true energy was released randomly to block the young man’s attack.

The young man frowned.

“Did you stop all of that?”

To be exact, it was not blocking herbivory, but blocking stomata. Prince Moyong was only able to respond to half of the young man’s initial response.

Incredible speed. Destructive power that matches that speed.

“…as expected.”

Moyong-gun is up! and spat. Blood mixed with the saliva.

“It’s difficult to respond, but it’s not impossible.”

If Balgyeong was as powerful as its speed, Prince Moyong died long ago.

This meant that the young man’s martial arts characteristics were purely focused on pleasure.

They say speed equals power, but that isn’t necessarily true in the world of expert players. Of course, the power will be equivalent to the speed, but in order to properly realize that power, an eye to create the appropriate composition and flow of power is absolutely necessary.

In other words, the state where all that is possible can be said to be the state of martial arts that people in the world call the transcendental peak. The young man’s martial arts were fast enough to seem impossible to deal with at first glance, but simply fast martial arts could not reach Seongcheon’s domain.

“Still, he’s definitely more picky than the others. “Are you a military officer too?”

“of course.”

The young man smiled broadly.

His expression was always frowning, but now he is smiling brightly again. He didn’t seem sane at all.

“I am Cheon Kang, above the rank of the eighteen military commanders.”

Commander Lee Ho Cheongang.

Moyong-gun chuckled.

“Cheongang… That’s a grand name for a subject other than birds.”

Cheongang means Big Star. To Prince Mo Yong, who thought that Jungwon was the center of the world, the name Cheongang sounded truly arrogant.

In Cheon Gang’s eyes, he was young to live.

How dare he insult his own name. It is a name given by ‘him’ himself.

“You bastard.”

Moyong-gun burst into laughter.

“It is truly absurd to hear such a curse from someone who is not as good as a bug.”

Flash!

For a moment, Cheongang hesitated.

The fierceness of death also emanated from Prince Moyong’s eyes.

Surprisingly, the killing was a close match to that of Cheon Kang. When a lowly bastard from the outskirts cursed, there was no such insult to Prince Moyong, who was full of self-respect and confidence.

“Today, I will cut you into eighteen pieces and throw them to wild dogs as food.”

The corners of Cheon Gang’s mouth rose.

“You feel right for the first time? “I think so too.”

Flash!

Two people rushed towards each other.

“Cough!”

Yeon Ho-jeong, who vomited a handful of blood, staggered to his feet.

Quack! Fuuuuuuu!

My body was shaken by the terrifying explosion and shock waves.

Yeon Ho-jeong looked at the place of the decisive battle.

‘You’re responding.’

Cheon Kang’s speed was fast again. Although it was not as fast as the Blood Wing Hwicheon he used during the Emperor of Darkness, he was realizing a speed that was not much lower than that at every moment.

That was truly a great thing. It’s not just once in a while, speed itself is the basis of martial arts.

How much strength and stamina must he have had to withstand that speed? Even though enlightenment may have been low, it was probably followed by unbelievable hardships.

however.

‘Moyong-gun also has a chance of victory.’

Let’s go!

The air was vibrating like crazy with the blue sword light that erased the air.

They are responding by finding a martial arts system that can handle that ridiculous speed in just a few rounds.

Although he mainly showed himself to be good at scheming, Moyonggun’s real power lies in his extreme martial arts skills that go hand in hand with his cunning.

And Yeon Ho-jeong knew how great Mo Yong-gun’s martial arts skills were.

‘It’s called the Brainless Strike and Thunder Strike.’

An absolute martial artist who helped Moyonggun become the strongest warrior in Baekdo in the past.

That martial skill was such a skill that even Yeonhojeong during the time of the Emperor of Darkness had difficulty fighting against it. If you were to name the strongest martial arts other than the Four Gods Martial Arts, it would be one of the martial arts that would definitely be on the list.

An invincible swordsmanship that can rule the world. Yeon Ho-jeong thought that Mo Yong-gun would be able to deal with Cheon Gang and even win.

‘then.’

Are you going to help him kill that guy named Cheon Gang? If not…

“Hojeong.”

“father.”

Before he knew it, Yeonwi and Mukbi came to his side.

“Is it okay?”

Phew.

Blue energy surged from Yeon Ho-jeong’s body. The Yeongasindan rotates at high speed to treat internal and external injuries.

“it’s okay. “This is it.”

“Take this.”

Yeonwi handed over medicine for internal injuries. It was one of the emergency medicines I brought with me just in case.

Yeon Ho-jeong did not reject it.

After taking the medicine for internal injuries, I immediately received a response from Yeongasindan. By receiving weaker power, he began to use faster and more stable rotational power and maximize physical recovery.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s expression became much more refreshed.

“Now then, shall we move towards the grand finale?”

Yeonwi’s eyes deepened.

“Did you feel it too?”

“yes. “I felt it.”

The two people turned their heads towards the back of the huge manor.

Yeon Ho-jeong said in a calm voice.

“It’s crouching like it’s dead, but there’s probably a great expert over there.”

“Is he a Seongcheon-level powerhouse?”

“Not to that extent.”

“Are you sure?”

“of course.”

Yeonhojeong had already stepped into that realm. Even if it wasn’t necessarily that, he had also experienced Yang Cheon’s momentum, which had been weakening for some reason recently.

The strength crouching in the back garden was worse than Yang Cheon’s weakened prayer.

The problem was that he was stronger than anyone else here. And that’s not just one or two moves, but several more!

Phew!

The party that flew through the air shook its hands.

“Almost all of the miscellaneous diseases have been dealt with. “Tangma Murderer will clean up the rest.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Anyway, what is that monster over there?”

The hotel also seemed to feel the momentum. Except for Mo Yong-gun, who was caught up in anger and was in a life-or-death struggle with Cheon Gang, and Muk-bi, who was still somewhat lacking, all three of them could feel the sense of intimidation radiating from there.

Yeon Ho-jeong said.

“Whatever it is, I think this fight will end once we get rid of the guy hiding over there. “I don’t think there is anyone stronger than him.”

Although he said so, Yeon Ho-jeong was convinced.

The atmosphere of the battlefield said so. The fight with that nameless person will be the last of this battle.

The official rolled his shoulders.

“Do you have anything to waste time on? “I will go.”

“Let’s go together.”

The official frowned openly.

“I don’t need help.”

“You will need it. Even if it is not necessary, we are at war now. “We need to win in a short period of time with stronger power.”

“joy! do whatever you want.”

Chaaaang!

Yeonwi drew his sword.

Crackling.

The silence slowly drew the protest.

Boom.

Yeon Ho-jeong, wearing the Gwangryongbu on his shoulder, said with a cold face.

“Shall we go for the final decoration?”