The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]
Chapter 167

Episode 167

A huge energy wave was created from the fist of Cheon Woo-myung, who was imbued with formidable momentum.

Even though the two sides were two hundred feet away from each other, the aftermath of the tingling energy could be felt, and the ground was vibrating as if an earthquake had occurred.

Kururu.

The whirlwind created by the twisting of the atmosphere was clear enough to be seen with the naked eye.

Now, Cheon Woo-myeong had the strongest energy among the people he had met after waking up in Jinmu’s body.

At least the fighting spirit that radiated from his body was greater than that of Sword Master Cheolji or Jinryong’s wind ring.

The fist that soared and fell pressed down on Jinmu as if it were about to crush him. Jinmu quickly retreated and pulled himself out of the area of influence.

Whoops!

The ground has sunk.

There was a difference in degree, but not a part, but more than a dozen pieces of land were dented as if they were completely cut off.

The first of Chun Woo-myeong’s martial arts.

It was a herbivore called boongsanjingon (崩山鎭坤) because it breaks down mountains and presses down on the ground.

There was no deviant or false ground in his martial arts.

He didn’t even bother to create dozens of punches. Put all the energy in one room.

That’s enough. When his martial arts unfolded, opponents could never approach him.

His history gathered by the method of stealing was beyond imagination, so if you were not a warrior who had reached a similar level, you could suffer internal injuries just by being swept away by his range.

The herbivore is simple, but it is a fist that crushes the opponent with a single shot containing ignorant internal power.

That was the identity of his martial arts power.

And since Jinmu stepped back to avoid the boric acid jingon that had just been unfolded, the next herbivore was obvious.

“Yagonbaecheon (蹃坤排天).”

A fist firmly planted on the ground and thrusting out the sky.

thud!

As if reading his thoughts, Chun Woo-myeong, who had firmly planted his feet on the ground, stretched out his fist toward Jin-moo’s new model, who had withdrawn.

Whoa!

As if a certain range of space was being pushed out, it approached Jinmu with strong momentum.

But there is such a thing as a natural enemy.

Jinmu was like a natural enemy to Chun Woo-myeong, just as snakes were to rats.

No matter how strong Cheon Woo-myeong became, and even if the realm of Jinmu was similar to or slightly less than that, he was able to win enough.

It is because the martial arts of Cheon Woo-myeong itself were taught by Jinmu.

Aren’t they the herbivores who hand-picked him over ten thousand times and planted them in his body? The way to destroy it is so obvious.

Well, of course, there will be some disciples who surpass the teacher somewhere, but it is absolutely someone else’s business to that buffalo-like Chun Woo-myeong.

Fain!

Jinmu, who had retreated far away, circled around Chun Woo-myeong in a big circle.

Jinmu, who avoided the second fist, prepared to block Chun Woo-myeong.

It is close to impossible to catch loopholes or mistakes against the masters of the river who have realized the limit of all things.

Chun Woo-myeong was the same.

However, his most chronic problem that no one knows is hidden by the power of his powerful fists.

“Such a rat!”

Chun Woo-myeong followed Jinmu’s movement with his huge body, but he could not completely catch up with Jinmu’s new model, which was determined and focused on speed.

bang! Kwak!

The fists stretched out in succession burst into the air with a short distance and rang out.

“Stand there!”

Chun Woo-myeong snorted and punched like crazy.

By the time the catching of the tail, where one guy just wanted to die and the other only wanted to die, was about to go on for more than 100 seconds, Chun Woo-myung’s fists, which seemed to never get tired, stopped and his breathing was finely disturbed for an instant.

The moment Jinmu had been waiting for had come.

The punches thrown out without rest, almost like apnea, puts a lot of pressure on the opponent, but it also causes great fatigue to the caster.

And the limit of breathing that comes when the fatigue reaches its peak.

A fleeting moment that is too short to notice.

That was the downside of Bung-kwon, and it was a chronic problem and gap in Cheon Woo-myeong.

A strange smile appeared on Jinmu’s lips, which he had been avoiding.

Zulit Paang!

Stepping on the ground strongly, Jinmu jumped toward Chun Woo-myeong without hesitation.

“…!”

Don’t be late.

The momentary gap is filled in the momentary time of continuous inhalation and exhalation.

That’s why catching that moment was a very difficult thing even if you knew the flaws.

If you missed one, you had to wait another 100 seconds, but for Jinmu, who was only aiming for that one thing, it was easier than lying down and eating rice cakes.

Chun Woo-myeong, who has not yet regained his breath at the sudden approach of Jin-mu, shakes his hands in fright and retreats.

It’s late, you stupid bastard.

I taught you while giving it like that, but how can it not be corrected?

Fuck!

Jinmu’s fist dug under Chun Woo-myeong’s ribs.

“Ouch!”

Chun Woo-myeong stumbles with a short scream.

Jinmu’s fists are different, even if you can’t feel anything if you only punch one punch into a body as big as a bear and as hard as a rock.

The place the fist touched was none other than the aisle of the bet.

With just one shot, he cut off the flow of energy along with breathing.

An uncontrollable astonishment lingered in Chun Woo-myeong’s eyes, and an even colder smile appeared on Jin-mu’s lips.

Chun Woo-myeong would think it was a coincidence, but it was all aimed at by Jin-moo.

Just like Bung-Kwon, Cheon Woo-Myeong’s internal energy also came from Jinmu.

It is a matter of knowing where the bet starts and through which channel it flows, even if you close your eyes.

However, he, too, would soon recover, so Jinmu did not stop.

Zwik!

Jinmu’s feet, which spun while floating in the air, aimed at Chun Woo-myeong’s neck this time.

“this!”

I’m trying hard to stop it.

It was impossible to keep up with Jinmu’s attack speed, as he had already lost his composure due to an unexpected situation and the flow of his inner strength was cut off.

blah blah!

“Keugh!”

The body of Chun Woo-myeong, who had been hit on the neck, was pushed aside.

The nape of the neck that Jinmu attacked is also a place where history continues.

Recovery time will double.

He was more relaxed than before, but Jinmu did not take a break. Now that we’ve seized the opportunity and gained momentum, what’s left now.

“Stupid bastard. I’m sure I said I’d keep a good distance from the enemy when I regained my strength!”

“…!”

Chun Woo-myeong’s eyes were wide open.

But it was too late to realize.

Kuuk!

Quickly catching up with Cheon Woo-myeong, who stumbled and walked, Jinmu’s foot straightened up and stabbed him in the pit of the stomach, and his knee pierced his lowered chin.

jump!

“Kuk!”

With the sound of teeth clashing violently from the forcefully closed mouth, blood gushed out.

Kwak.

In an instant, Jinmu’s hand went behind his back, grabbing Chun Woo-myeong’s hair and pulling it.

“Ugh.”

Chun Woo-myeong, who looked up at Jinmu, and Jinmu, who looked down, intertwined in the air.

At that moment, Chun Woo-ming shuddered. He felt fear and longing at the same time in a familiar posture that had been met for a long time.

“Woo Myung you stupid bastard.”

“….”

“I’ll beat you the same way as back then. After all, what your body remembers will be the most accurate.”

An afterimage of another person was superimposed on Jinmu’s face as he looked at Chun Woo-myeong.

that wicked smile.

those eyes.

“…a thousand lords?”

It’s too late man!

bang! Bang!

Jinmu’s fist hit Chun Woo-myeong’s face without rest.

A beating that is helplessly held by the hair. Amidst the pain that started on his face and spread throughout his body, Chun Woo-myung’s memory began to become clearer and clearer.

where the fist touched. where it was always right.

A familiar pain that makes your teeth tremble.

Each and every pain etched into his body forcibly brought out his memory, filling Chun Woo-myeong’s head and watering his eyes.

“Ouch! Heavenly Lord!”

yeah it’s still far I don’t even have a chin like this.

Jinmu, who ignored the longing calls of Chun Woo-myeong, had no intention of resting his teachings to his loyal subordinates.

Until it is etched deep into the bone once again.

* * *

“That can’t be.”

A little away from the plains outside of Nanju, where the battle between Cheon Woong-bang and the Iron Sword took place.

There were dozens of people secretly hiding and watching their fight.

The person wearing the apparel must have been a guru, and the clothes patched here and there must have been beggars.

“Lord Bunta, who the hell is the author?”

“…”

The guru asked a question in a bewildered tone, but the beggar was in no state to answer. It was because I was distracted with my mouth wide open and my eyes wide open.

The beggar was Go Bang-seok, the iron heart dog who was in charge of the Bunta in Tangchang, Gansu Province, and the master was Jong Ryo-ja, one of the greatest disciples of the communal faction.

The battle between Cheon Woong-bang and the Iron Sword was a story that had already spread throughout Moorim, and was one of the first concerns of Moorim. Considering the impact the direction of this battle would have on the sphere of influence of the central plains, it was natural.

In response, the information organization, Open, hurriedly put information dogs under Buntaju in order to confirm this, and dispatched one and two disciples from Gongdong, which shared the area of Gansu together with Cheon Woong-bang.

Even if the Iron Swordsman, called the strongest unmanned army in Sapaecheon, moved secretly, it was inevitable that an emergency would be required as the entire Ironswords Company moved from Hanam to Gansuk as if in a situation where they had to grasp the situation as quickly as possible.

However, the situation was going in a completely different direction than expected.

Cheon Woong-bang made use of excellent tactics in the first day’s fight and withstood it.

And now on the second day.

When the leaders of the two factions stepped forward, everyone who watched predicted the victory of Chun Woo-myeong.

However, it is not enough that the Cheonwoong Ark has retreated, and Cheonwoomyeong is being beaten in front of everyone.

That great sapaecheon master was really beaten like a dog on the wings of a dog.

Not to the Cheonwoong Ark, but to the man who took his place.

“Who the hell is the author?”

Indescribable curiosity aroused, but I couldn’t see his face because I couldn’t get close.

I had never heard of such a person being in Cheonung’s room.

If so, the recruited ronin?

no it can’t be

The opening already had most of the information about the famous ronin.

And among the ronins known in the midfield, there was no master like him.

“I’ll have to get a little closer.”

“yes? But it’s too risky. There are Cheonwoongbang and iron swordsmen all over the world.”

Palme shook his head at the words of the iron core, but he could not give up.

Cheon Woo-myung, the owner of the iron sword, is one of the five kings of Sapae, comparable to Chilseong of Jeongmu.

What if you could easily destroy him?

‘Even at a minimum, he is a warrior comparable to Northern Lidocheon.’

The point at which the three teams in the middle of the field are fighting each other in check.

It was Sapaecheon, whose power had clearly weakened since Hyeokryeonmugang’s death.

Even so, almost all of the power of the Jeongmu-maeng is searching for the heavens and earth in the central plains.

In the meantime, if Cheonwoongbang recruited a master like that, it would have a huge impact on the sphere of influence.

There was no doubt that Go Soo’s appearance would be known to Moorim in an instant.

The iron heart dog thought that he must know information about him at this moment.

“Let’s get as far as we can see their faces.”

Palm was seriously troubled by the words of the iron heart dog. He, too, was curious about everything.

Gong-go is fighting with Cheon Woong-bang over Gansuk.

If Cheon Woong-bang had recruited such a master in a situation where he was still being pushed to the south, Gong-gong might have been completely pushed out of Gansu and even retreated to Seomseo, the territory of Hwasan and Jongnam.

“All right. However, you must not let down your guard. If I get caught in the iron sword or the Cheonwoongbang…”

Palmyeo nodded with a tense look in her eyes.

* * *

Wow!

Chun Woo-myeong’s face was lifted high by the soaring right fist, then came down, and his knee hit the ground.

“Great.”

Both arms drooping.

bowed head.

The pain that cut through his bones shook his mind, but thick tears were flowing nonstop on his face.

He didn’t need any other explanation.

In fact, even if you explain it, you won’t understand it in your head.

“…Lord of Heaven…”

Jinmu is standing and looking down in front of Chun Woo-myeong, who is crying with his head down on his knees.

“There are many stories to tell. Wu Myung.”

“God…”

Chun Woo-myeong lifted his head with difficulty.

On his face, infinitely more complex emotions than the shame of defeat surfaced.

Pleasure, longing…

“Woo Myung, take the iron sword for now.”

Jinmu smiled at him and said while looking at Mo Won-ryeo and the iron sword warriors who ran to save Chun Woo-myeong, who had been defeated in the distance.

“Come to Cheonungbang. I will be waiting for you.”

“yes. Lord.”

Chun Woo-myeong bowed politely to the back of Jin-mu, who turned and walked towards Won Gong-hu, who was far away.