LIGHTNOVELSTORY Chapter 23 - Storm (3)
Chapter 23. Storm (3)
Myung Ho-rim clenched his fist.
Crack!
The shattered glass turned into dust.
It was not something possible by polishing his hand with external skills. It was a remarkable feat to turn glass shards into dust by emitting internal energy.
“An accident?”
Yeon Ho-jung nodded.
Myung Ho-rim’s face showed interest.
“Who are you?”
“Focus on the person you’re fighting.”
“What?”
Myung Ho-rim burst into laughter.
“You’re an interesting young man. Are you by any chance from the small wall mountain sect?”
Yeon Ho-jung did not answer. He took a new cup and poured liquor. Then he drank slowly. He even lifted one leg and rested it on his chin. He looked like a rascal who frequented brothels.
Myung Ho-rim’s eyes shone.
Then, Dang Yang-seon spoke without looking back.
“Trash. If you do one more useless thing, I’ll kill you first.”
Yeon Ho-jung did not answer again.
Dang Yang-seon did not expect an answer either. What was important to him was Myung Ho-rim.
He took a step forward.
Hiss.
A faint mist rose from his feet.
It was the Three Yang Skill of the Dang Clan. It was a difficult martial art that allowed one to spontaneously comprehend the secret skill of the Dang Clan, the Reversing Three Yang Returning to the Origin Skill, once mastered.
No matter how much Myung Ho-rim relaxed, he could not ignore Dang Yang-seon. It was because of the characteristic of poison, not to mention his skill.
Dang Yang-seon gritted his teeth.
“With a handful of blood…”
Then, there was another sound of explosion.
Whizz! Bang!
The dusted cup scattered in all directions.
Unlike before, Myung Ho-rim stretched out his fist. The cup that hit his fist turned into dust.
Myung Ho-rim’s eyes deepened.
‘Impressive.’
The fist that broke the cup was trembling slightly. There was no pain, but it meant that the internal energy of the Myung Clan was strong enough to shake him.
Myung Ho-rim loosened his fist and asked with a smile.
“Is it an accident again, friend?”
Yeon Ho-jung showed his empty hand.
“It’s an accident.”
“Ha ha! You’re a friend who makes a lot of accidents. But anyway, let me tell you.”
“…”
“I wonder if you’re not just provoking the tiger’s anger by stepping in.”
Woo woo woo!
A killing intent flowed from the bowed body of Dang Yang-seon.
It was not poison, but killing intent. And that killing intent was directed at Yeon Ho-jung, not Myung Ho-rim.
“Trash of the Yeon Clan.”
“…”
“Do you think I’m a joke?”
“…”
“Do I look like someone who can be humiliated by trash like you?”
Yeon Ho-jung did not answer again. He looked around, but there was no empty cup, so he took Je Gal-a-yeon’s cup and filled it.
Nam Goong-hyun, who calmed down the guards from afar, saw that and twisted his face.
Han Ho-myeong shouted.
“Master! Calm down!”
Dang Yang-seon turned his body.
Je Gal-a-yeon flinched. Dang Yang-seon’s eyes, glaring at Yeon Ho-jung, were filled with madness.
“I’ll make you pay for ignoring me.”
Je Gal-a-yeon moved.
“No…!”
Boom!
Everyone opened their eyes wide at the fierce sound.
Yeon Ho-jung shook his hand. The cup was gone, and only a few drops of liquor were on his hand.
Dang Yang-seon’s expression was blank.
Drip.
Blood flowed from his torn forehead.
Thud!
Soon, Dang Yang-seon fell backwards. He lost consciousness after being hit by the cup that Yeon Ho-jung threw.
Myung Ho-rim’s face hardened.
Yeon Ho-jung, who loosened his hand, slowly got up from his seat.
“It’s not polite to put poison in a drink.”
There was a moment of silence.
Everyone who saw the sudden situation was shocked. Dang Yang-seon’s guard, Han Ho-myeong, was even more surprised.
Dang Yang-seon passed out. And that was after being hit by a cup.
The main skill of the Dang Clan was poison and stealth. It was a shock to everyone that Dang Yang-seon, the eldest son of the Dang Clan, could not block a single cup.
Je Gal-a-yeon’s eyes shook.
“Are you, are you okay?”
Yeon Ho-jung did not answer again. No, it was not a situation to answer anyone’s words.
‘Is it similar? Or not? I don’t know yet. But…’
The unpleasant fighting spirit came from Myung Ho-rim’s refined energy.
A sense of discomfort that he could not pinpoint.
The unique temperament that lurked behind the stable internal energy of the White Blade Martial World. And the power release.
The power release that broke the cup followed a method that he had never seen before.
The internal energy and power release of the attackers who raided the clan were not the same. Yeon Ho-jung had never seen such a color.
But one thing was certain.
Myung Ho-rim and the attackers’ internal energy and power release had a common point of ‘darkness’. There was a connection that he could not find in the Je Gal Clan and the Pang Clan.
Flash! Flash!
As the Wall Breaking Sword Skill was activated, Yeon Ho-jung’s pupils turned a light blue.
Zing! Zing!
It was as if a gear in his head was rolling.
His concentration improved at a frightening speed. His energy followed Myung Ho-rim’s energy and reached the opponent’s core in an instant.
‘…?!’
Myung Ho-rim’s throat tightened.
‘Is he reading me?’
The sharp eyes of the opponent were like hundreds of venomous snakes that released their bodies and wrapped around him.
‘Huh!’
Myung Ho-rim stopped breathing without knowing it. When he stopped breathing, his energy was fixed and his internal energy was firmly combined.
Shaaak!
The snakes that touched his whole body snapped their tongues and lowered their heads.
The reaction was immediate. When he forcibly stopped the flow of his internal energy, the energy of the opponent who was searching for him faltered.
Yeon Ho-jung’s face twisted.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk.
The Wall Breaking Sword Energy that was surging around him wavered. He did not like the way the opponent reacted.
‘Huh!’
Je Gal-a-yeon stopped breathing without knowing it. Yeon Ho-jung’s change was clearly conveyed to her, who was the closest to him.
“Brother!”
Yeon Ji-pyeong ran over from afar.
Je Gal-a-yeon hurriedly stopped Yeon Ji-pyeong.
“Sister?”
“Wait.”
Je Gal-a-yeon looked at Yeon Ho-jung’s back with trembling eyes.
“Don’t go near him.”
“Bu, but brother!”
Je Gal-a-yeon realized intuitively. She could not stop Yeon Ho-jung now.
Yeon Ji-pyeong knew it too. His brother was different now.
‘With my or Ji-pyeong’s skill, we can’t stop Ho-jung. Then…’
Do we just leave him alone?
We can’t do that. If we make a mistake, the Seven Great Clans’ meeting history could be stained. It was not only about who was in danger, but also about the face of the White Blade Martial World.
Of course, the most worrying thing was Yeon Ho-jung. It was not a wise move to make enemies with the Four Thousand Dang Clan, let alone a fair fight.
Je Gal-a-yeon said to Je Gal-jun.
“Tell NamGung brother to stop the party! Tell each guard warrior to take the clan’s children and go back to the lodging!”
“Yes, sister!”
Then, a groan was heard.
Surprisingly, it was Dang Yang-seon. He lost consciousness in one blow, but he woke up quickly. It meant that his recovery was remarkable.
Bang!
Han Ho-myeong quickly approached Dang Yang-seon.
“Master! Are you okay?”
Dang Yang-seon’s face showed a bewildered look. He did not even know what had happened to him.
“What? Where did that bastard go?”
“Master, now is not the time to…”
“Let go of me!”
Dang Yang-seon looked around and saw Yeon Ho-jung’s back.
His eyes spewed fire.
“You, you trash! I’ll kill you!”
Bang!
He pushed Han Ho-myeong and ran towards Yeon Ho-jung, swinging his fist at his back.
No matter how crazy he was, attacking someone who turned his back was not a warrior’s way. The people who tried to stop him were shocked by Dang Yang-seon’s brutality.
The fist filled with Three Yang Energy reached Yeon Ho-jung’s vital point.
Dang Yang-seon’s face showed a cruel smile.
‘I’ll make you die painfully!’
Then, Yeon Ho-jung’s body moved.
Thud!
“Huh?”
Dang Yang-seon’s eyes widened.
His body stopped in the posture of throwing his fist. And Yeon Ho-jung was holding his arm.
But Yeon Ho-jung’s eyes were still on Myung Ho-rim. He only reacted to the killing intent, he was not interested in Dang Yang-seon in the first place.
But his instinct was different.
The minimum etiquette that he had kept as the eldest son of the Wall Mountain Yeon Clan, crumbled in front of the instinct of the Black Abyss Lord, who was called the worst master in the history of the Black Blade.
Crack!
“Aah!”
Dang Yang-seon collapsed on the spot. His arm bone was broken by the tremendous pressure.
He broke a person’s arm bone with his grip alone. It was an incredible strength.
But he could not faint peacefully this time. Yeon Ho-jung kept holding his broken arm.
“Ugh! W-won’t you let go?!”
Crack!
“Aaah!”
Dang Yang-seon writhed in agony.
He did not even think of raising his poison skill. The fracture that he experienced for the first time shattered his mind.
But he was the eldest son of the Dang Clan. This pain was the first time, but his martial arts that he had polished for ten years did not go anywhere.
Screech!
A crimson smoke rose from his body. His body realized first that the only way to get out of this pain was to shake off the opponent.
“Yikes!”
Dang Yang-seon hit Yeon Ho-jung’s shoulder with his intact left hand.
Thud! Crack!
“Kraaak!”
Surprisingly, Yeon Ho-jung was not injured at all by the attack.
Rather, Dang Yang-seon’s left hand was fractured. His right shoulder bone was pushed out by the powerful rebound. It was because Yeon Ho-jung was holding his arm to the end.
Woo woo woo.
Everyone held their breath.
A translucent hexagonal shell rose around Yeon Ho-jung’s body.
It was the martial art of the Four Gods that was unconsciously manifested. It was the Twelve Walls of the Black Tortoise, the absolute defense that was famous for the Black Tortoise Skill.
“Ugh! Uhuh!”
Secretions flowed from Dang Yang-seon’s eyes and nose.
Flash!
Yeon Ho-jung’s eyes spewed fire again. His hidden ferocity was stimulated by the weakening of the enemy.
He looked down at Dang Yang-seon.
“Huh!”
Dang Yang-seon’s body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.
He met Yeon
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