The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Chapter 398

Episode 398

The blue sword light drew a graceful line.

The moment everyone’s eyes were taken away by that beautiful sight, a line suddenly appeared and split the new model of North Ridaocheon in half.

“Hut!”

Surprise erupted around the gymnasium.

That was all they could predict.

An uneasy future in which the back is cut off by the attack just now and blood is gushing out.

However, if it was Bukri Docheon that would be easily defeated, Jinmu would not have struggled so much in the past.

He’s a fucking old man.

Jinmu, who spat out a short curse inwardly, quickly flew away with a white smile and his gaze lifted obliquely.

Quadduk! Quaang!

No matter how strong it is made, there is no way that a gymnasium can beat the power of Bukri Docheon.

A red river with heat pierced the place where Jinmu was standing in a bunch.

Dust rose from the wreckage with a tremendous explosion that resounded all around.

Pyuyut!

A ray of black light pierced through the dust wafting in the air, embracing a red flame, rushed toward Jinmu like a flash.

Jeok-yeomje (赤炎帝) Bukridocheon.

As the name suggests, it was a fire that burned without rest.

Hamgang, the state of the art that is used with the unique energy of the river.

What Bukri Docheon contained in the river was the energy of intense fervor that melted even the last seasons.

Now that everything hasn’t been shown yet, it’s about as big as the flames.

How annoying was that damn heat in the past.

But not now.

You dodged my sword, but I will not.

I will show everyone that I am superior to you.

Whoops! Flash!

As soon as Ilhui, who left Jinmu’s hand, fell like a thunderbolt toward Bukridocheon, spraying a thick sword, his seongi and morale were replaced in his Danjeon.

Tsutsutsu.

As Jinmu’s blue hands turned black, the condensed energy gathered like a whirlwind and soon took on the shape of a bead.

Mukryonghonwongong Cheon Gyo-yeol.

flame? don’t tear it apart

coo woo woo

The two strong energy orbs combined with the dragon sound were fiercely shot at the flames spewed out by the northern dragon.

Quag!

The ink dragon opened its mouth and exposed its fangs, then swallowed the fire.

The strong force of fire was desperate not to fade, and Mukryong never opened his tightly closed mouth.

Kwaaang!

The dragon’s body was torn apart by the exploding fire.

The heat of the flames, revealed by shredding the black light, spread as if it were swirling in all directions, and soon the world turned into a dark red light.

Damn kwaaang!

The shock wave was so powerful that the gymnasium exploded, leaving wounds on the bodies of the warriors who were watching from a distance.

“Avoid the blood! Back off!”

someone’s call.

However, those who already felt threatened were running away.

Shuaang! Whoa!

It was an unacceptable fight even to watch.

The eyes of Bukri Docheon, who was in a hurry to retreat after being on the defensive at the attack of Ilhui, who danced alive as if he had an ego, opened wide as if surprised.

Cheon Gyo-yeol.

How can you not know that, which is the secret secret of the revolutionary martial arts?

But he was surpassing his master.

To completely neutralize his own flame power, which was only able to deflect even the Hyeokryeon martial arts.

In the meantime, win over and spread your sword?

Really, isn’t he a bizarre guy with no bottom and no end?

Shuaak!

The jinmu shot through the dark red energy flew low enough to touch the ground and aimed at the bottom.

The upper body is a sword and the lower body is a guy.

The tension made my hair stand on end and goose bumps on my skin.

The thrill that rises from the toes.

yes this is it

what you wanted

with a stupid face

Well, it has to be.

Jinmu did not only perfect his inner skills through sledding for the past ten days.

While Bukridocheon refined his sharpness in preparation for the fight through physical training and sparring, Jinmu retraced in his head the countless fights he had with Bukridocheon in the past and trained to win.

To Jinmu, Jinmu was a new person, but to Jinmu, he was someone he had experienced before.

All unmanned people have a habit. A coping done in a familiar way without knowing it.

It is only when you have surpassed that habit that you are called a master.

Of course, at the level of Bukri Docheon, the realization of one’s own martial arts is deep enough to be able to cope with each situation differently.

However, he tasted embarrassment as his own flame was torn a moment ago, and that embarrassment was multiplied when Ilbo, who tried to burn Jinmu, was incapacitated.

As a result, a chronic habit has emerged without even knowing it.

The blow a moment ago stemmed from that difference.

And crucially, Northern Lidocheon has not fully revealed its power yet.

In other words, it is watching.

“Hey, Northern Lidocheon.”

“...”

“Are you in moderation?”

Jinmu’s arrogant smile made Bukri Docheon’s face frown even more.

“Do you think I came to see you match your hands and feet?”

“....”

“Aren’t you sorry for the guys watching from all sides?”

When I turned my head following the glance, something called the surroundings appeared in the place where it was a world only for the two of us.

A view of a broken and burning gymnasium.

And the soldiers with astonished expressions, far away from their original positions.

Even though it was quite a distance, I could clearly feel the emotion in their eyes.

Defeat?

Is everyone predicting their defeat?

Bukri Docheon looked at Jinmu again with trembling eyes.

He was still standing with both feet on the ground, and the sword blade of Ilhui, which he had reclaimed before he knew it, was draped over his shoulder.

The second person who inflicted wounds on his body in his long life.

“Do you think you still want to judge me with that power tightly hidden?”

“....”

“I think I showed you roughly? It means that he is an opponent who must do his best.”

A grin spread across Jinmu’s grinning face as well as Bukri Docheon’s frowning face.

“...an arrogant fellow.”

But he deserves it.

“I misunderstood you.”

“Open your eyes and take a closer look. Who am I?”

“....”

The smile that appeared on North Lidocheon’s face gradually grew thicker.

He is not a revolutionary martial artist.

It has already surpassed the Revolutionary War.

“Admit it. You are not the successor, but the strongest opponent.”

“...”

“And then I changed my mind. I won’t give you my place I will prove that I am the strongest once again by killing you.”

Bukri Docheon smiled with a red glow in her abyss-like eyes.

Kurr.

“...”

The earth trembles.

The sky gurgled and cried, and the air roared and twisted like dark clouds gathered.

The strongest monster on earth finally opened its big eyes and began to face itself.

Seeing him staring at himself with eyes that were redder than blood, the needles pricked his skin tingled.

yes this is it

The true face of Northern Lidocheon.

The appearance of the past that Jinmu had been waiting for.

Having drawn all his strength, he no longer exists as a human being.

A being that burns the atmosphere with exhaled breath, burns mountains and rivers with every step, and even scorches the sky with its touch.

Zhu Rong, the god of fire.

That was his other name.

But it doesn’t matter.

If you are the god of fire, then I will become a suzaku born from that fire and defeat you.