Moon-Shadow Sword Emperor

Episode 356:

The sixteenth herbivorous moon.

It was the symmetry of Sakwol (朔月), the 15th herbivore, that used sword strikes as bait to hit auxiliary martial arts.

“Big.”

Attract attention with the sword technique and strike with the false sword.

I applied it on an impromptu basis and it worked better than I expected.

Gamwon, who was staggering around while clutching his abdomen, finally got down on one knee.

There was a feeling that the surrounding monks were agitated.

The person who was reduced is the general commander of Baekpalna Hanjin.

If he fell, one of the Arhats would immediately take his place, but even so, it was inevitable that his morale would drop.

‘Unfortunately, I don’t have time to deliver the finishing blow.’

Before I could retrieve my sword, attacks came from all directions.

The monks looked perplexed, but still, the connection clicked together like a gear.

With a tired expression on my face, I jumped to avoid the wooden stick.

What kind of passing test is this persistent and persistent?

I can guarantee that the founder of the Baekpal Nahanjin was a pervert wearing the mask of a monk.

Ku-kwa-kwa-kwaang!

He exploded the sphere of brain energy to push away the monks at his feet, then circled in the air and took the flying sword back into his hand.

‘The use of sword techniques is equally unskilled.’

To put it bluntly, it has not yet reached a level where it can be used in actual combat without any problems.

Isn’t this an art that wasn’t performed satisfactorily even against bandits?

There was no way it could be a big threat to the Shaolin Temple monks.

Even if it was only used once in a surprise attack, if it was used continuously, it would soon reach its limits.

‘First of all, I brought the flow towards me. That’s important.’

To be honest, I didn’t have the confidence to take the next opportunity.

The first and last victory to arrive.

It was absolutely not to be missed.

At this point, I had to see the end.

The eighteenth herbivore season (rainy month).

Illusions sprayed from Geomcheom poured down like rain across the area.

Compared to Nakwol, which pours out dozens of strands of sword energy, it has a wider range, but its power is lower.

The sword energy mixed in the illusion scratched and injured the monks.

Coo!

While the monks were responding to the herbivorous attack, one Arhat was targeted and struck down.

With a heavy crash sound, the ground on which Nahan stood split apart.

The wooden pole, which could not withstand the sword strike whose power was doubled by the Cheongeunchu technique, ended up being cut in half.

“…!”

Arhat, who quickly retreated and avoided being cut by the sword, took a deep breath.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth as if he had suffered internal injuries.

“Seven trillion! Twelve trillion!”

A shout that bursts out.

As if to stop the chase, the surrounding Arhats threw themselves and blocked the path ahead.

If it had been me a little while ago, I would have felt regretful and withdrawn at this point, but it was different now that I realized how to implement the hyunggi technique.

‘There is no reason to obsess over creating the shape of a sword.’

I pictured in my mind the basic style of Wolyeonggeom, which I had been training for my entire life.

Twenty-third herbivorous month (水月).

Tiny, invisible fragments filled the air.

Most of the fragments lost their form and disappeared before reaching Arhat.

Just as an illusion collapses without being able to hurt the enemy.

‘It was implemented properly.’

I drew a satisfied smile on my face.

Compared to actually swinging the sword, the range was narrow and the power was greatly lacking.

But this was enough.

To defeat the arhat in front of you.

Because he wouldn’t be able to distinguish between real and false plants.

‘It may not work for Gamwon, who can protect himself by raising his self-defense skills.’

There would be no way for warriors who had not reached the peace zone to deal with it.

Puff poop!

The Arhat falls to the ground, letting out a suppressed moan.

The shocked monks quickly took him and retreated to the outskirts of Jin.

Meanwhile, I was wandering around the camp like a colt with no reins.

The 21st herbivorous month (敗月).

Dozens of strands of sword energy swept across the front.

Kwakwakwakwa!

In order to not give the monks time to adjust their posture, they stepped on the ground, broke their balance, and jumped into the crowd like wild beasts, swinging their hands and feet.

‘little bit more!’

Jin is shaking violently, as if he will collapse at any moment.

What little strength I had left was quickly depleted, but I didn’t care.

There was no answer if we couldn’t reach a conclusion here anyway.

“Don’t back down! “Stay where you are!”

A loud cry penetrates my ears.

Gamwon, who had just gathered himself, was shouting as if to encourage the monks.

“No need to panic! “The opponent is tired too!”

The impact of being hit in the abdomen must not have been small.

I couldn’t help but be impressed by the way he faithfully performed his role despite his undeveloped body.

The tilted scale gradually began to regain its balance.

Kwasik!

Ku-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

The wooden stick held in my left hand broke and fell on the floor.

The monks caught in the herbivorous range screamed and flew away.

I was tired too, but even Hundred Eight Nahan Jin was not as perfect as before.

Because one of the central axes collapsed, its power was significantly reduced.

From now on, it was a battle of whether my strength would be exhausted or the monks’ annihilation would come first.

“Hmph!”

It was the moment when he was about to insert his fist into the abdomen of the monk who was blocking the front, screaming in unison.

A golden palm suddenly popped out and gently wrapped around the fist.

“So far.”

An old, grumpy voice pierced my ears.

The Buddha who was watching from the wall quietly intervened and declared the end of the sparring.

‘There are no ghosts.’

I couldn’t figure out how on earth he had fooled my senses and gotten this close.

No matter how tired and distracted I was, it was not as easy as it sounds to fool the sense of an absolute master.

If you think about it, even during the fight with the Demon Cultist, he appeared from behind without a word.

Once again, I was able to realize that Buljon was one of the strongest members of Baekdo Martial Arts.

“…….”

Me and the monks who made up the Hundred Eight Arhat Jinn.

Everyone looked at the Buddha with displeased expressions.

The atmosphere was getting heated up, but I couldn’t help but feel regret when I cut the pulse.

“Don’t look at me like that. I intervened because I thought there might be casualties if it went any further. You haven’t forgotten, right? “This is sparring.”

I let out a long sigh and nodded.

What Buddha said was right.

The atmosphere didn’t feel overly heated.

If he had not properly restrained him, an accident would have most likely occurred.

“I think it would be a good idea to cool off a bit first.”

* * *

‘We did well in our own way, but in reality we lost.’

After returning the sword to its sheath, I muttered while massaging my stiff shoulders.

If Buddha had not intervened, the sparring would have ended in my defeat.

I thought it didn’t matter whether I won or lost, but the thought of losing made me feel bitter.

‘Somehow we succeeded in destroying Jin.’

The problem was that my stamina and stamina were depleted.

It was realistically impossible to subdue all the monks with the little strength left.

In a way, it could be said that thanks to the Buddha image, he was able to save face.

‘I gained a lot from this sparring.’

Finally, I learned how to implement the false-shaped device.

Although it was still just baby steps, I still felt proud.

It was hard to take the first step, but after that it was easy.

Now that a clear path had been laid out, all I had to do was run in a straight line.

‘I owe it to the Shaolin Temple.’

Now I think I understand why Buddha invited me to spar.

Until now, I had not been able to properly utilize the weapons I had.

When I realized it, it was so simple.

Perhaps this was why Buddha invited me to Shaolin Temple.

No, it was definitely like that.

I glanced sideways at the Buddha talking to the monks sitting on the floor.

“I am grateful to the heroes of Shaolin Temple who took the time to care for their juniors.”

I expressed my gratitude to the monks with energy in my voice.

As I politely bowed my head, voices of response came back from all around me.

“Then I’ll just leave.”

I left the training ground with light steps.

It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t disappointed with the result, but I actually enjoyed it because of it.

There was nothing more satisfying than setting a clear goal.

* * *

Gamwon wiped the sweat from his face with a dry towel and looked around with a blank expression.

‘lost.’

Although it ended in vain due to the intervention of Taesangbangjang, the process alone was no different from a defeat for Shaolin Temple.

If the fight had continued without stopping, in the worst case, the result might have been close to a two-strike plan.

The inaction shown by Yeonsun in the latter half of the sparring match was truly beyond imagination.

It was hard to believe that he had just reached absolute heights.

‘It tastes bitter.’

Of course, strictly speaking, Yeonsun’s power would have run out before all the monks fell.

But that didn’t matter.

Even though the conditions were unilaterally advantageous, they were unable to completely defeat their opponent.

In the end, he suffered the humiliation of losing the initiative and the collapse of the Baekpalnahanjin.

If this is not a loss, what is?

‘What would have been the result if we had fought without restrictions…’

If it had been a real fight, we would not have been able to guarantee the outcome.

First of all, the opponent will not be willing to be trapped in the camp.

‘I think I understand why Taesangbang suddenly ordered a sparring match.’

Even I, who had experienced the character Yeonsun while traveling to southern Manchuria, was shocked to this extent. I wonder how the other monks felt.

It felt like the pride I had built up over time was falling to pieces.

The monks of Shaolin Temple rarely worked outside of Hanam, their sphere of influence.

Basically, they are monks who have cut off ties with the secular world.

‘Perhaps this is what Taesangbang wanted to say to them.’

There are monsters in the world that you can’t even imagine.

So, we shouldn’t be complacent with the current situation.

‘I heard he also likes extreme methods.’

Gamwon let out a chuckle and stood up, massaging his stomach.

I felt like I needed to rest for 15 days to recover.

“How do you feel?”

Buddha, an old monk holding prayer beads in his hand, quietly approached him and spoke to him.

Gamwon answered, trying hard not to show his agitation.

“I was surprised. While sparring, he grew rapidly. “I have never seen such great talent in my life.”

“It’s talent. Did it look like that?”

“yes?”

“I can’t say anything. “It is your fault, as the general commander, that the Hundred Eight Nahan Jin collapsed.”

“…What do you mean by that?”

“Yeonsoun. The child did not achieve rapid growth. “I just pretended to make it look like that.”

“…!”

“The skills he performed were never perfect. “On the contrary, there were many things I was immature about.”

“…….”

“If you had been a little more cool-headed and observed the other person more carefully, the result would have been completely different.”

The Buddha smiles and leaves.

Gamwon stood in place like a stone statue, lost in thought.

Until all the other monks leave the training ground.

The Buddha, who personally cleaned up after himself on behalf of the exhausted monks and left the training hall, drew a satisfied smile on his face.

He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

‘The wind of change is blowing.’

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