Trap (2)

 

The Late Index· Furthermore, the final round of the Dragon Seal Conference, which the political faction considers to be the most late in the world, will be the most important in the world.

The bustling noise created by the countless unmanned people surrounding the rain stage filled the area, but the moment the two fuzzies met each other, the noise melted away.

Even though thousands of martial artists had gathered, there was only a strange silence in the area, and through the silence, the Namgong Jincheon was looking at Mujin.

"The spear palace martial sword method doesn't work..."

A few days ago, Mujin had snatched his own flesh sword in one fell swoop.

Of course, it could have been a coincidence, but I didn't want to be foolish enough to let my guard down.

And even if the spear bow martial sword technique worked, considering what he had seen that day, he might have to share at least tens or hundreds of sums.

It is also an act that does not make him dignified as a king.

That's why Namgoong Jincheon had decided on the direction of Bimu even before he went on stage.

"Phew..."

Unlike his arrogant gaze so far, the moment when Nangong Jinchen raised his sword with a serious expression.

Tremendous waves of air erupt from his body, crushing the entire area.

Emperor's Sword Type First Type·

Emperor Jin Tianse·

A herbivore with its own name on it. Or, to be more precise, it can be said that his grandfather, the master of the Tai Merchant Family, the Nangong Sword Emperor, named him from this herbivore.

The Namgong Jincheon began to unfold the feast at the beginning of Bimu.

It was a sign of confidence.

The Emperor's Sword Sentence is a sword that executes.

It's perfect in its own right, and you don't need to prepare or worry about using it.

As if to back up his confidence, a massive wave of qi smashed against Mujin's entire body.

So that they may not escape anywhere, and that they may not in any way interfere with the execution of the king.

Under the pressure of that enormous wave of energy·

'Are you laughing?'

Mujin smiled faintly.

* * *

'Crazy· How much elixir did you take?'

It was the reason why Mu Jin, who was trapped in the Qi Wave of the Emperor Sword, laughed. It was ridiculous.

At this moment, Nangong Jinchen was drawing and using more internal attacks than when he unleashed the Emperor's Sword Upon Mu Qing.

Looking at this alone, the total amount of internal attack was superior to Nangong Jinchen's.

In addition, he had also used all of the Semac with the Bulmose Beast, so the fact that he had used the Great Ring Squad was not particularly advantageous.

But just because Mujin laughed at the absurdity didn't mean he had given up on Bimu.

After all, Mu Jin knew how Dao Yue Chen had broken the Emperor's Sword Shape in the decisive battle five years later.

A golden aura radiated from Mujin's hands and feet with a smile on his face.

The golden aura of the golden ball instantly expands its territory, dyeing its limbs gold.

Wheeying·

The energy of the Golden Ball Ball, which had completely expanded its territory, completely engulfed Mujin's entire body. Like a shell·

But he didn't just curl up like a turtle and stretch out his balls of gold.

The golden aura that engulfed Mu Jin's whole body began to fight for power with the Qi Sect of the Southern Palace Jin Heaven, which had stamped and suppressed Mu Jin.

Pot!!

Creating a strange noise, the energy of the Golden Ball collided with the Qi Wave of the Southern Palace, and Mu Jin's body was freed.

However, it was not the escape that Mujin chose when he regained his freedom.

Even though he had regained his freedom, he still straightened his stance, waiting for the sword of the Southern Palace to come down.

Mujin, who has taken the stance of smashing the regime that is the most basic of the Shaolin laws.

From the outside, it looked static, but inside it was completely different.

Starting from Mujin's single battle, the bet runs through his whole body blood canal at a tremendous speed, amplifying his power.

In the process, his body, which had already developed to the limit, began to be imbued with divine power.

When everything is ready·

"Haap!!"

With the rise of Kijin, the new type of Mujin disappeared·

With the help of his extremely concentrated muscle strength and betting, Mu Jin's new type, which could be called a disturbance, suddenly arrived in front of the sword of Nangong Jinchen.

“!!!”

Ignoring the astonished face of Nangong Jinchen, who had never been seen in the entire Dragon Seal Branch Meeting,

He shouted at the sword of the Southern Palace.

Bang!!!!

The moment when Mujin's Fist and Nangong Jincheon's Sword meet· An explosion of sound as if it had exploded engulfed the stage.

The enormous impact caused a dust storm similar to that of the semi-finals, but the result was quite different.

It wasn't Shaolin disciples who bounced off the dust storm, it was Nangong Jinchen.

And Nangong Jinchen had blood on the corners of his mouth, just like Mu Qing had done.

"Cool..."

No, the details seemed more serious than the martial arts.

He coughed and spewed bright red blood, and his complexion was pale.

Meanwhile, Nangong Jinchen had a look on his face that he couldn't understand what was going on.

He couldn't accept the reality that the Southern Palace Sword Emperor, who was said to be the strongest in the current Wulin, was shattered.

Of course, Mu Jin didn't bother to kindly tell him about the weaknesses that weren't the weaknesses of the Emperor Sword type.

"It would have been more tiring if I had induced a long battle with the spear bow martial sword technique."

A weakness that is not a weakness of the Emperor's Sword type· That was to say, the Emperor Sword Type was a martial arts tool to overwhelmingly crush and suppress the weak.

The Emperor Sword Type, which was created by the Southern Palace Se to suppress those who tried to dodge or let go of the unique heavy sword, is based on the control of the entire area with a huge wave of energy.

On the other hand, he couldn't concentrate all of his inner energy on the sword as he was spewing so many qi waves around him.

"Come to think of it, this guy is amazing... I found the right answer at once."

The method that Mu Kyung chose in the semi-finals was actually the right answer.

The problem was that even if I chose the right answer, it was just an overwhelming difference in internal attack that I couldn't overcome.

Mu Jin also had a smaller total amount of internal attack than the Southern Palace Jinchen, but at least he had enough power to push back the Qi Wave and shatter the Southern Palace Jinchen's sword technique from the front.

It's a muscle that I've been developing for six years, but if I was defeated in a head-on power battle, I wouldn't have anything to say even if I was teased for being a balloon muscle.

Immediately after the final bimu ended after only one match. A chilly silence enveloped the area.

The results were so shocking.

Of course, there were those who predicted Mujin's victory, as he had won against another favourite, Qingshui Dojo.

But no one could have predicted such an overwhelming one-game victory.

Even Shaolin elders like Mu Jin were just as good.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

Through the awkward silence, Mujin's chant echoed across the stage.

And then the spectators came to their senses and began to make various noises.

"Waaaaaa

The jubilation of the birth of a new star of the political faction.

"My Doooooon~!!!!"

The frustration of countless gamblers who had bet on the absolute favourite, Nangong Jincheon, was mixed.

* * *

After winning the Dragon Seal Finals·

After the congratulatory speech of Wei Jihak, who praised the late exponents who participated in the Dragon Seal Branch, the long and short Dragon Seal Branch came to an end.

And Mu Jin was walking around the Wulin League with Wei Jihak to receive the prize of the Dragon Seal Branch's winning prize and the gift that was to be given to the Late Sect Leader.

"Hahaha· I've heard stories about you since this round, but I didn't expect you to win so easily."

Mu Jin replied to the praise of Wei Zhihak, who was walking with him, with a moderate amount of humility.

"It seems that the Southern Palace Xiao was impatient. I didn't expect him to win so much in the first move."

"Hmm· Maybe that's why you ended up in one game, but in any case, winning that game means you're just as good as you are."

In response to Wei Zhihak's praise that followed, Mujin said without saying a word, "Amitabha Buddha..."

At first glance, he looked like a disciple of Shaolin, who was really cultivated.

Wei Zhihak, who was shaking his head in satisfaction as he watched the situation, asked with an exclamation as if he had something in mind.

"Oh... Come to think of it, the martial arts you use look like martial arts that I've never seen before, so is it true that you learned it in Shaolin?"

"It's a martial arts created based on the martial arts of Shaolin..."

"Huh! At that age, he was able to produce such a German martial arts ball. It's wonderful."

"How can you compare yourself to the Lord of Meng, who is called the King of Heaven? Amitabha Buddha·"

"Hahaha· I'm just lucky..."

"Even if they have attained the same level as Lord Meng, how many people will be able to reach the same level as Lord Meng?"

Mu Jin's answer made Wei Jihak smile slightly.

The fact that Wei Jihak had obtained the Divine Discipline through Qi Yan was a fact known to anyone who had enemies in Wulin.

As a result, some people would disparage him or envy him.

If they had the same experience as Wei Jihak, they would have been able to become the Wulin Blind Lord and the King of Authority.

In the past, Mu Jin would have thought the same thing, but after learning Shaolin martial arts, especially the White Treasure Priesthood, Mu Jin completely changed his mind.

"When I saw that my grandfather had solved all the keys, it was such a difficult story, but you taught yourself how to do it on your own?"

Mu Jin even learned martial arts in Shaolin, starting with the basic martial arts and working his way up the levels.

On the other hand, Wei Jihak was just the son of an ordinary herbalist until he obtained the Divine Gong Sect Discipline.

Mujin thought about it. He wondered what it would have been like if he had obtained the secret salary of the White Treasure Priesthood without any foundation.

"You must have not mastered any herbivore, or you must have cooked it incorrectly and died with a coin mouth."

It is impossible for a genius with immense talent to learn it on his own.

After all, it was a pearl necklace on a pig's neck.

"Hahaha· What sweet words come from a disciple of the Buddha."

"I was telling you what it was."

"Ahem· Thank you· Anyway, I'm going to go in here and take it. It's going to be quite cold, so be careful..."

Wei Zhihak burst out laughing and walked past the iron gate where the Wu Lin Meng warriors were standing guard.

Mu Jin also followed Wei Zhihak past the iron gate, and the corridor was facing downward.

The further down he goes, the more a chill surges through his robe and engulfs Mujin's skin.

As we passed through the hallway, we passed several iron gates and came to the one at the very end.

There was also a warrior waiting in front of the iron gate, and Wei Zhihak and Mujin walked past the warrior and stepped inside.

"This is actually the place that our Wu Lin Meng uses as an ice warehouse and ice ball training. The further down you go, the stronger the chill becomes, and the gift for you is at the very end of the room."

As expected, as Wei Jihak explained, there was a biting chill in the room beyond the iron door.

It was a chill that didn't feel natural at all.

And it was a matter of course. At the end of the room was a cryolite, a gem that emitted a chill and a gift from the Beihai Ice Palace to the Wulin Meng.

However, he didn't mean to give the winner of the Dragon Seal Club a gift of a cryograph.

The winning prize of this dragon bag was placed on the cryolite.

A medicinal material that looks like wild ginseng.

It is a special medicinal ingredient that has endured countless years in a place with strong cold air and has grown steadily with cold energy, and it is an elixir that all Murim people will be able to see.

It was a perennial snow cedar.