Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

72 – Death Priest (9)

‘Kill the Murim lord.’

At the casual remarks of unknown people, the words and dances were both absurd and extraordinary, causing people to burst into laughter.

“… Under!”

When you talk, are you timid or arrogant? He is a confused man

“It’s true that I hired you for that purpose, but it’s not the time yet. There master… It’s not an opponent that the Murim Lord can easily kill.

“Well, I can live. You just do what your employer tells you to do. However….”

Moo-myeong, who was silent for a moment, carefully opened her mouth, paying attention to the feelings of her employer.

“It may be meddling, but are you not going to meet Namgung So-so?”

“… What?”

“No, that’s… Seeing that you’ve come all the way here, I wonder if you actually wanted to save me, even though I agreed to kill you as a member of the Ilwol Shinkyo for the sake of a plan.”

Contrary to the awkward smile that tries to look friendly in its own way, the black eyes that do not smile that can understand people’s intentions stare at their employer.

“He will too… First of all, he is the brother-in-law’s son and nephew who learned under the same teacher.”

When Namgungseon (南宮鮮) and Soso’s father were mentioned from the mouth of an unknown person, it was very shameless. Eonmu-yong frowned and replied coldly.

“If I had been careful, I wouldn’t have joined hands with you, the enemy of the death penalty.”

“hahahaha… You say so… I’m sorry about something.”

I just asked because I was really curious. When he straightened up, Moo-myeong thought he had made another mistake, so he apologized appropriately.

Eonmu-yong resembling Namgung Seon, looking in the direction where Soso’s energy was clear and cold like the blue sky, he chanted quietly as if admonishing himself.

“… Everything is for the sake of planning. I can’t ruin things because of past ties.”

Even if it’s not a word, it seems that he was concerned about being bothered.

In any case, it was dangerous to waste any more time here, so they moved into the dark shadows.

Theft… Cut….

“Tsk-!”

… And soon, frozen in the sensation of tingling in her legs, her pale face frowned and clicked her tongue.

“Uh… Are you okay?”

“Okay. No big deal.”

Even though I changed my body to Jiangshi, sometimes my legs get numb like this. Maybe it’s like hallucinations.

This is annoying.

‘Abandoned class.’ ‘A loser.’ ‘A lame idiot.’

Every time like this, the words I’ve heard since I was a child linger in my ears.

Looking up at the sky in a leaky alcove with rats running around, he recalls the revenge he has been dreaming of.

Breaking down Murim, who treated himself as trash because of his inconvenient legs and didn’t even treat him as a human being.

That was all from the beginning.

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***

“Mugong-Drink water slowly so you don’t hear the case.”

The Murim lord and one of the ten greatest masters in the world, the god of war who is said to have learned a thousand martial arts, Ja-ro, safely brought a water bottle to his mouth and drank water without impatience even in an urgent situation.

Gulp~ Gulp~

Mokuldae moves regularly to supply moisture to the body.

… And that absurd sight.

To be precise, the members of the Ilwolsinkyo church frowned at the action of the Murim lord playing an unreasonable prank, saying, ‘Martial arts – drink water slowly so that you can’t be heard.’

I didn’t like being looked down on while drinking water casually, but the attitude of insulting martial arts aroused my anger.

Even though he is a demonic cult, he is a martial artist who pursues martial arts.

The Murim Lord’s behavior of insulting and calling the act of barely drinking water unacceptable was unacceptable.

“Something like that… that kind of thing… It’s not martial arts-!!”

One of Mayang’s seven disciples, Cheonseon, dyes his beautiful face red and shouts loudly.

Gratitude to Mayang, who was born as an orphan and changed his life to be taken to Changgwan. He was so proud of the martial arts taught by his respected teacher that he could not hold back his anger.

I didn’t exactly put up with it. I can’t even understand the subject.

“… Is that why you pick it?”

When you wear it in a bucket of water, all the noise is suppressed with one word that Jaro uttered. The feeling of being stuck in the deep sea.

“As the Murim lord, they say that I am a martial artist. What are you guys going to do?”

I have difficulty breathing.

I want to refute right away. No words come out.

… And suddenly, the Murim lord disappeared right in front of his eyes.

“Unarmed- moving very fast.”

By the time he hears the harsh low-pitched voice, he has already entered the middle of enemy lines, and before he realizes it, Zhao’s arms are swung towards the Chunsun caught behind him as if catching a flying insect.

“Cheonseon-!”

I raised her as a substitute for the cute sister-in-law, Wang Mi-yang, but still, in the crisis of my own little disciple, Mayang quickly intervened and cut off Zha-ro’s arm with a knife.

Kang-!!

An inconceivable sound resonates as if a knife made of human flesh and steel collided. And….

“Mugong-Jeopaegi.”

At the same time as the words were spoken calmly, fists and blades continuously clad in strong energy clashed continuously, cutting off each other’s blue spirit.

Kang-! Kagaga River-!!

It makes Mayang, who reigned as the overwhelming power in this space just before, take a step back.

“Awesome!”

Mayang, who decided that there was no chance of winning if he continued like this, widened the distance.

“… ….”

Jaro is born with the nine yin spirit vein standing on the spot, and the longer he fights, the more yin qi eats away at his body.

The poor only daughter of a short-lived disciple who has no choice but to fight while emitting chills.

Feeling the coldness of Namgung Soso, she flashed her blazing eyes toward the members of the Ilwol Shinkyo in matching white uniforms.

She drank the water slowly because otherwise her stomach would swell and she might really hear or vomit.

***

“That, that’s-! The 289th season of Jaro, the Murim lord who learned a thousand martial arts! Give it up-!!”

I wonder if Seowolhwa was afraid to sit down and whimper by herself.

She began to tremble with all her fuss and fuss while hugging Mancheon’s left leg, with her Koonggeum Koonggeum gear closely attached to her body.

“… ….”

… However, Wang Mi-yang and Man-cheon were silent. Because you noticed

Perhaps Mayang, who had the first meal himself, also realized that the martial arts demonstrated by the Murim lord were not just ignorant and fast punches.

“What the heck….”

Wang Mi-yang, who was well-versed in the martial arts of Jeonjin-gyo, vaguely noticed that the foot and kwonbeop used by Ja-ro were of the Taoist system, but she could not know the details because it was the first martial art she had seen in her life.

… And Manchun, to be honest, the difference in skills was so great.

‘Stop, I saw your level well. It made me want to cry because it was so amazing.”

As a Murim person, I couldn’t keep my eyes peeled for the high-level fight between the two masters, who are treated virtually anywhere in the world.

Each nerve engraves the battle in front of you.

He turns his back on the subject of Heo-jeop, who is a fatal blow just by brushing against the flurry of strong wind, and does not widen his distance.

His tawny eyes twinkle and he covets martial arts like a hungry beast.

Of course, this time did not last long.

Keying-! Keying-!!

Judging that he can’t win with only his own skills, Mayang summoned him back with a full sound, and Yongyeon, the Ten Swords under Heaven, flies away with a clear cry.

“Haa… You are all unharmed. Fortunately, the.”

Accordingly, Soso, who had a sword wrapped in cool cold air on the blade, also appeared, biting his bluish lips and spreading light air, and approached Mancheon and Wolhwa.

And it doesn’t stop there, another shadow appears on the roof.

‘Damn it… Invincible behind, invincible in front, the Murim Lord… I’m sick of it.’

Dang-oh, the three elders of the Ilwolshinkyo who escaped from obscurity, also arrives at the scene. With a feeling of wanting to bite his tongue, I stare at Jaro who suddenly appears.

The characters who gathered at the beginning of the incident gather again to finish the story.

“Dang family kid, is going out of the house a demonic religion?”

During the late Jisu period before moving the enemy from Sacheondangga to Ilwolsingyo. Jaro, who had been friends with the Moorim Maeng once, raised one eyebrow and sarcastically mocked the junior who had gone astray.

“… I’m past the age to be called a kid by you.”

Dang-oh bit his teeth in response to the attitude of still treating him like a child, but contrary to the strong words, he felt his legs tremble little by little.

Thousands of masters under heaven.

A genius among geniuses who was born as a disciple of a non-partisan faction and rose to the top of the rightist faction, the Murim Lord.

The person closest to the title of the first person in the world.

A sigh flows from within. I don’t know why a human the size of the Murim lord came all the way here alone.

‘Maybe… Is there a traitor within the Church, and did you get information?’

Cold sweat runs down Dang-oh’s cheeks as he watches Ja-ro, who spouts murderous blood with a face like that of a sapa leader who cannot be called a guru.

The days when I worked under the past.

‘No, f*ck. What’s wrong with drinking water? If that’s the case, I’ll shoot a thousand martial arts.’

‘Martial arts- take a nap without work!’

-I remember being beaten right up to the point of death in the name of education.

“… ….”

Anyway, one thing was certain.

The assassination operation of Soso Namgung was a great failure.