Regressor’s Life After Retirement

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[Is there a need for that? ]

“Brother. “Where has Master gone all of a sudden?”

Daein shrugged his shoulders in response to Namgoonghyeon’s question.

“well.”

He knew where Manbaknogoe had gone, but he did not tell the truth.

If you start saying one thing, you will have to say everything, and Namgung-hyeon may end up hating the old man.

-Clark. It’s all the karma I’ve accumulated. Even if that child hates me… take care of it yourself.

Manbaknogoe said that and left. It happened early this morning.

‘Damn you old man…’

The great man sighed lightly. Even if I told Namgoong Hyeon the whole truth, now was not the time.

Because

“The finals of Yongbongbimu will begin!”

Thousands of people cheered at the declaration of Murim Lord Yayulgi.

Wow!

More than a thousand spectators filled the huge special stage prepared for the Yongbongbimu finals.

The martial arts competition lasted for several days.

The highlight of Jeongpa Moorim’s biggest festival was the Yongbongbimu finals, where Moorim’s later exponents competed to determine the winner.

32 finalists passed the preliminaries, which were more intense than ever before.

Only one of them will receive the honor of winning and the Sword Emperor’s sacred sword, the Changseon God Sword, and become the vanguard of the subjugation of the Demonic Cult.

“The winner will be the Sogeol King of Openness!”

“What! “Shaolin is alive and well!”

“Have you never even heard who Shaman Jamryong’s teacher is?”

“This year, the winner of the Odaesegae….”

There were already people everywhere talking about who would be the winner.

Shaolin. shaman. Opening. And the five generations.

The names of late-stage exponents, all of whom had prominent backgrounds, came up and down.

The public’s interest was enormous as the winner of Yongbongbimu was also a candidate for the future best man in the world. Betting and gambling took place everywhere.

And there were often people who pointed out unexpected people as candidates for the championship.

“If it were me, I would bet money on the chivalrous sword that defeated the Hwasan Divine.”

“Children’s sword? Although his skills were great….”

“Wasn’t it because the volcano nova slipped and won? Of course, I had the talent, so I was lucky, but compared to the other candidates for the championship, it seemed like I was lacking.”

“I heard you come from a small clan, but just making it to the finals is amazing.”

The old man who spoke for the first time in response to the reactions of those around him snorted and retorted.

“I think everyone reacted the same way 100 years ago when the Emperor came to Wulin. A swordsman born as a bastard who was kicked out of the Namgung family. Who would have imagined that he would become the best person in the world?”

Some of the men around nodded as if the old man’s words were plausible.

“Well, there’s no law that says the chivalrous swordsman shouldn’t win. “Hashan Shinseong was also a contender for the championship before he became a eunuch, right?”

“Shh! Hey friend, be careful what you say! What if I hear it from the volcano wave….”

“Did I say something wrong? “Honestly, wouldn’t it be better for the Sword of Justice to win than the late Jisoo Ji-soo, whose arrogance is sky-high?”

“…That’s right.”

“Eh, I don’t know. I also bet on the chivalrous swordsman. “If you want to win money, you have to gamble!”

The man bet a few pennies on the swordsman. And then I looked at the old man who spoke for the first time.

“Doesn’t the old man hang out?”

“I have nothing to bet on. I’ve already gambled my whole life. And it worked.”

The men around looked at the grinning old man with strange eyes.

“Wow. “He is a strange man…”

Anyway, old man Jin smiled as he looked at the off-stage.

“Everyone, please watch closely. “What happens from now on?”

However, even Old Man Jin did not know everything that would happen in the future.

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“The winner is Shaman Sleeping Dragon Cheongun!”

Wow!

A huge cheer erupted along with the referee’s declaration. The shout was directed at a man standing in the center of the off-stage.

Shaman sleeping dragon Cheongun.

He responded to the crowd’s cheers by taking shots in all directions. He looked so neat that it was hard to believe that he had just won a fight.

However, there were some who could not cheer comfortably.

“It’s amazing….”

“I can’t see any loopholes….”

The late indexes who advanced to the finals were closely watching their competitors’ performances from the waiting area.

However, most of them felt despair at the skills that Cheongun showed.

Only a few later indices showed confident expressions.

And on one side, the late Jisoos, who would soon be on the non-stage, relaxed in their own way as they waited for their turn.

“Huu… Huu…”

“Namu Amitabha Buddha…”

Daein and Namgunghyeon were also there. Namgoonghyeon said while looking at Daein’s eyes.

“Brother?”

“why?”

“I thought you looked bad from earlier. “What’s going on?”

“…I have something to think about.”

The man had an unusually stern expression.

Neither the cheers of the audience nor the late-stage exponents around him were able to attract his attention at all.

‘It’s strange as expected.’

Anyone else would have thought that he would be nervous before the dance, but Namgoonghyeon couldn’t even imagine Daein being nervous.

‘Is it because of the teacher who left suddenly at dawn?’

At that time, Daein called Namgunghyeon.

“Hyuna.”

“yes?”

“What if? Let’s say there is someone you are very grateful to. I gave him food when he was hungry, gave him clothes, taught him martial arts so that he wouldn’t go around getting beaten… But let’s say that person later asked him to take revenge. But I forgot about it because I never met that enemy.”

“…yes?”

“Just say so.”

The great man said, ‘That’s roughly it.’ He muttered and continued speaking.

“Then later I met someone else. This person also fed you, gave you medicine, and taught you martial arts. I have a nasty personality sometimes, but I’m not a bad person. But… it turns out that the enemy the person in front of me asked for was this person.”

“yes…?”

“Even these two people didn’t have a normal relationship. What can I say? Should we say that we are obsessed with each other…”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

The great man sighed and shook his head.

“I know. “I don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

At that time, a man with a stocky physique walked towards Daein. The man said as he grabbed his fist at the person.

“Nice to meet you. “I’m Mo Yong-jun.”

“Moyongse?”

The great man’s brow furrowed. Mo Yongjun thought that the other person was wary of him, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“exactly. “Unfortunately for both of us, we are each other’s first partner.”

“…….”

“I saw you defeating the volcano nova. “Your skills are amazing.”

Mo Yongjun was smiling leisurely.

He watched Hwasan Shin and Lim Dae-in fight in the preliminaries and evaluated them both as one step below him.

‘countryman. ‘The incident ends here.’

Actually, he wanted to say that, but Mo Yong-jun, like the heir of a prestigious family, thought he would turn it around and belittle the other person.

“I hope you show off all your skills so you don’t regret it on your way back.”

It meant that even if you tried your best, you wouldn’t be able to do it for me.

“Hey!”

Namgung-hyeon got angry next to him, but Daein sighed and stopped her.

I didn’t feel like talking to this kid right now. Daein gestured with his chin to tell Mo Yongjun to go away.

“Okay, if you’re done talking, go ahead.”

“…Did you just talk to me informally?”

The great man nodded as if he was annoyed.

“I’m quite confused right now. So please go away.”

“dare…!”

Mo Yongjun’s face turned red after being insulted.

But he did not draw his sword. Fighting off stage was strictly prohibited, so swinging a sword even once would result in disqualification.

“joy. It looks like he’s trying to use the martial law because he’s not good enough…”

“Are you deaf? “Go away?”

Crash! Gritting his teeth, Mo Yongjun glared at Daein and said.

“…Please watch your tongue when off stage. “My sword might cut it.”

Then he turned around and walked back to his seat.

“It’s a little quieter now.”

The great man crossed his arms and glared at the sky. He was still thinking.

About geomhwang.

And about the Cheonma.

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“Next is the Moyong family’s Sogaju and the Sword of Chivalry.”

Murim Lord Ya Yulgi looked at the two young men coming up onto the stage with a face full of anticipation.

One of them is Gi Gi, the head of the So family of the Moyong family and famous as a child prodigy since childhood.

The other one was Bimu,

who couldn’t help but look forward to it as the new sacred martial artist who defeated Hwasan Shinsaeng, who was one of the contenders for the championship.

“I can’t believe those two are already fighting. “It’s a shame.”

Two young men came up to the stage, briefly exchanged greetings, and then distanced themselves appropriately. They both drew their swords.

It was then.

“Lord.”

Namgung Jeongcheon, the head of the Namgung family, came to Yayulgi’s side and spoke quietly.

“I have something urgent to tell you.”

Yayulgi asked, squinting so as not to miss the two Huji Jisoo’s dance.

“Is there a problem?”

Namgung Jeongcheon’s gaze was also directed towards Daein.

“I’m embarrassed, but the young man we wrote a letter of recommendation for… I think he’s hiding his true identity.”

“…!”

In an instant, Yayulgi’s expression hardened. He looked back at Namgung Jeongcheon and sent a message.

[Does that mean you are a spy for the Demonic Cult? Are you sure?]

[It’s not clear yet, but there are some suspicious aspects, so we’re investigating. I think the evidence will come out soon.]

“…….”

Yayulgi thought for a moment and sent the message again.

[If there is no clear evidence, please keep quiet. A misunderstanding might cause a fuss… Let’s keep an eye on the situation for now.] [

But if a spy of the Demonic Cult breaks down the latter-day leaders and continues to rise…]

[If not, what will you do?]

I hope for Namgung Jeongcheon. Yayulgi’s eyes were bright. Namgung Jeongcheon decided to step down at this point.

[All right. I will tell you again after a thorough investigation.]

[The Namgung family wrote a letter of recommendation, so please investigate responsibly.]

Namgung Jeongcheon bowed his head and retreated. He returned to his seat and glared at the great man with cold eyes.

‘Your fate ends here.’

I have already prepared evidence to accuse him of being a spy for the Demonic Cult. However, the reason the evidence was not presented to Yayulgi from the beginning was to allow enough time to rest.

‘Ya Yulgi is not stupid.’

If you don’t act carefully and act hastily, this could arouse suspicion.

Nangung Jeongcheon glared at the great man on the offstage.

‘This time, I will nip it in the bud.’

At that moment, Mo Yong-jun pulled out his sword and, using a standard divine technique, stabbed the great man.

And after a while,

“Wow…!”

Namgung Jeongcheon was not the only one who jumped out of his seat in surprise.

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Wow!

Overflowing cheers. Daein thought as he went up to the non-stage.

No, it wasn’t a thought, it was a task of recollecting memories in my head.

『It was only a half number difference. Half the time!』

The story of Geomhwang written in Geomhwang’s annals that I read over and over again

– clunkle. He and I were almost equal in skill. But I won. Do you know how you won?

An old story that a drunk old man was talking about last night.

The two old men exchanged stories with each other.

『If I were born as the legitimate child of the Namgung family! If only I had encountered the Ascension Martial Arts a little earlier…!』

-Clark. The guy was truly a genius. At the last moment, I used reverse blood magic to defeat Sword Emperor.

Jump and jump.

The great man walked up onto the non-stage.

『…If you go out into the world without a limb, you will be branded a loser and only be laughed at. It is better to end one’s life.』

– I also fell into the evil spirit due to the aftereffects of the reverse blood magic attack. Unable to return to Shingyo, he had to stay in Simsanyu Valley and control Juhwaibma.

Daein stood in the center of the off-stage and exchanged greetings with his opponent. Did you say Mo Yong-jun? I could feel the life in his eyes.

Be that as it may,

『I am stuck in a deep valley. He hid his name and obtained food by asking hunters who came and went or people living in slash-and-burn villages. After I recovered a bit, I found a cave. From then on, I only made martial arts. To kill the Heavenly Demon… how much time has passed?』

-Decades have passed. Clack. I was stuck in the mountains and managed to control the demonic energy that had spread to my brain, and when I came out… I found out that I had become a wrinkled old man.

『Is that Heavenly Demon still alive? Even when I stopped and asked hunters passing by, they didn’t know. 』 -Kkekeul

. Those in the political faction believed that he was fabled. With that damn personality?

Daein stood facing Mo Yongjun at a distance. I saw my opponent draw his sword.

Slurp.

Daein also drew his sword. In my head, the two old men were still talking.

『I will die soon. Disciple. Take my revenge.』

-…I should not have used the reverse blood magic attack at that time. That shouldn’t have happened….

The great man sighed.

“What should I do?”

One wanted revenge and the other still regretted what happened that day.

-Clark. If I had fought with all my strength, I wouldn’t have had to experience this dirty feeling for the rest of my life… The man who

thought he was the winner was actually the loser.

Because of this, even after escaping from the evil spirit, he was unable to reveal his name proudly and wandered around the martial arts world like a ghost with a broken body and a different name.

-I was really happy when I met you. Clack. That damn guy. I thought he didn’t just die after all.

Mo Yongjun approached, walking carefully.

The great man was impressed as he looked at the brilliant walking technique.

“under. “It’s disturbing to people.”

Early this morning, Manbaknogoe headed to Xinjiang, where the Heavenly Demon Church is located.

Daein, who learned the whole story, told him not to go, but he stubbornly headed to Xinjiang.

-Clark. Hey. I also plan to see my grandchildren’s faces. I’ll save that kid too while I’m on my way.

It was easy to say, but it was easy to guess that it would not be easy for him to return to the Church of the Heavenly Demon in his ugly appearance after hiding his identity for decades.

“Haaaab!”

Mo Yongjun came in with all his might and thrust his sword. Even the martial arts masters could not help but be impressed by the rapid attack.

“…….”

On the other hand, Daein just stood still. The great man was lost in his thoughts until the moment Mo Yong-jun’s sword reached within a stone’s throw.

-The political war will continue to take place in the future. Shingyo wants to escape the barren land and take over the fertile land, and as long as the Murim Alliance does not tolerate this, this will continue to happen. It can’t be helped. Clackclack.

“I can’t help it. “Fuck you.”

At that moment, the great sword moved. He made a decision.

Cough!

The blade flew to the side. Mo Yongjun’s eyes widened. He quickly took a step back and readjusted his stance.

At that moment, a great person suddenly appeared before my eyes.

“Lee Hyung-hwan-wi!”

When someone shouted that, Mo Yong-jun, who had been hit by Dae-in’s chair, was flying away.

“Tsk!”

Mo Yongjun raised his sword and blocked Daein’s seat. Then, he twisted his body in the air, freed himself from the swing, and landed splendidly on the floor.

However, Mo Yong-jun’s tricks stopped there.

“Don’t move. “If you don’t want to die for no reason.”

“Cheeky…gasp…!”

Mo Yongjun’s body stiffened.

Daein made an absurd request to his partner. However, Mo Yongjun was unable to move as he said.

Cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

‘If you move, you die.’

Mo Yong-Jun’s legs were shaking due to the tremendous force felt from the Daein’s sword, so he couldn’t even use his footwork.

Ssssssssut!

Sword steel bloomed from the cheap iron sword. The great man swung it lightly.

It was the first draft of the Pacheonsingeom, completed after learning from Geomwang and receiving guidance from Cheonma.

-Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

The iron sword, which could not withstand the load, was shattered and the flying stage was also shattered.

The entire non-stage was devastated, except for where Daein was standing.

dump.

“Ugh…”

Mo Yong-jun, who was sitting on the floor, made an idiotic sound. Because he didn’t move as warned, there wasn’t a single wound on his body, but his mind was as good as dead.

“That sword technique…!”

On the contrary, the famous masters of the political faction, including the Murim lord, stood up from their seats. The more expert the person was, the bigger the surprise.

“Isn’t that a sword lecture just now?”

“To shatter the non-stage with a single blow….”

“What on earth is that sword technique?”

The audience was equally surprised. They didn’t even have time to cheer. All they did was show their surprise and murmur.

It was then that the great man opened his mouth.

“I lied.”

He spoke with a lot of energy in his voice so that everyone could hear.

“I am not from Baekgageommun. There is no such sect in the first place. “I faked it.”

gulp.

It was so quiet that you could hear someone swallowing. It meant that everyone was concentrating their full attention on what Daein said.

The great man looked around at them and thought.

‘I hate being bothered.’

Whether in my previous life or this life, I think I was destined to have a fierce fate.

I only came to Moorim to pick up a sword, but I see all kinds of things getting involved.

‘Even if it’s a bit cumbersome, it’s much faster this way. And…’

Daein glanced at Namgoonghyeon, whose eyes were wide in surprise, and then opened his mouth again.

“I have continued the progress of the Emperor.”

And I learned martial arts from Cheonma. Of course, I didn’t say that part.

“!!”

The name of the Emperor alone was enough to shock people.

“I believe that my martial arts skills will be recognized by the martial arts seniors.”

The Murim Lord said nothing. If he is silent, who will dare open his mouth?

The stage was still a space for adults alone. The great man looked straight at the Murim Lord and said.

Now was the point.

“As the rightful successor to the Sword Emperor’s progress, I demand the return of the Changcheon Divine Sword.”

“That is…”

The great man smiled softly at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Yayulgi in trouble.

“Of course, if I have to prove my skills, I will do so…”

Daein said, looking around at the mesmerized late exponents.

“Is that necessary?”

The later exponents avoided the gaze of the great people.

[Is there a need for that? ]End

ⓒ Ganjjajang

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