Chapter 482

Episode 482Bottom preparation (7)

Jiyiing. Jiiiing.

A menacing light glowed from the body of Mo Yong, who had his sword drawn and his eyes closed.

Blue brain energy wriggles all over the body. Since the brain energy can be seen with the naked eye, you can tell without saying how powerful it is.

But surprisingly, I didn’t feel any of the threatening energy waves unique to Noegi.

This was as difficult as cutting an object with a sword and not splitting it.

‘The thunderbolt is right in front of Daeseong.’

Control of the density of energy has reached its ultimate level. This meant that the achievement of Sango’s Jeolhak Noejeonggong, which Mo Yong-gun had trained, had reached the verge of greatness.

Noejeonggong is a world-class school.

It is also said that a person who has seen the end of the thunderbolt can attain a power worthy of being called a martial god, and can emit power similar to that of the thunder god.

‘The ultimate goal of Noejeonggong is not to climb the mountain peak, but to climb to the sky, when viewed as the state of nothingness.’

Moyong opened his eyes.

The pupils, filled with blue lightning, were as deep as those of a highly enlightened monk.

‘It’s nothing.’

The world’s people call the realm that the powerful of the Holy Heaven have entered into a state of no polarity.

Mugeuk means the beginning of Taegeuk, the source of all things in the universe.

The culmination of the chaos of the universe in the beginning, the realm of contradiction itself, where truth and illusion repeatedly fight and reconcile.

Prince Moyong was now on the verge of reaching a state that could not even be imagined.

the problem is.

‘I just can’t figure it out.’

The path to no end is visible. But the problem was that too much of the road was visible.

Like the twigs of a tree, the infinite path extends into countless branches.

If you take just one wrong step on that path, you will fail. It was difficult to take a step forward because it was such a dangerous path that even the power I had could be lost.

“…Whew.”

Moyong-gun calmed down his brain energy with a calm, deep breath and opened his mouth.

“Do you think so too?”

Moyong-gun turned his head and looked at the wall.

Yeon Ho-jeong was sitting there in a room-sized posture with his arms crossed.

Yeon Ho-jeong tilted his head.

“What do you mean?”

“You, too, are a practitioner who is just around the corner from reaching the state of ultimate perfection. Even in your eyes, the path to it is too many to fathom.”

Yeon Ho-jeong immediately understood what Prince Mo Yong said.

So it was a little surprising. He didn’t know that Prince Moyong would ask him questions related to martial arts.

“It looks different to me.”

“What did it look like?”

“I see only one path. However, it is impossible to predict how winding the road is or what dangers there are at each corner.”

Moyong-gun smiled.

“It seems like each person sees a different sight.”

Yeon Ho-jeong shrugged his shoulders.

“Everyone is different. “Just as the path you took to build your current state is different from the path I took to get to this state now.”

“Other people’s crises tend to seem much easier to overcome than my own. “Hearing what you say, it seems like you will reach the ultimate destination before me.”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

“I think so.”

“You don’t say no even with empty words.”

“Wouldn’t it be quicker for someone who takes on a challenge, even if it means losing everything they’ve built so far, than for someone who doesn’t know how to move forward and can’t even take a single step? “I guess?”

“…!”

Mo Yong-gun’s face hardened.

“Have you already left?”

“I guess there was something wrong with it that I didn’t take my foot off.”

“Like you said, if you make a mistake, you could lose everything you’ve built up. “Not a metaphor, really.”

“I know.”

“Isn’t it scary?”

“If it wasn’t scary, would it be human? But I still think it’s the path I have to take, so I’m going.”

“….”

“Not to you?”

Prince Moyong, who was quietly watching Yeonhojeong, sighed.

“I now understand how you were able to acquire such strength at that age.”

I can understand just by listening to Yeon Ho-jeong’s words now. This guy has never failed to take on a challenge.

Is that even a big deal?

Yes. It’s nothing.

The martial arts skills you have built up since childhood, which you can’t even remember, may completely evaporate. For a martial artist, that would be much more terrible than losing his life.

I’m glad it ends there.

Prince Moyong was a politician who held great power. In the world of martial arts, loss of martial arts immediately leads to loss of power.

That is why it is difficult to succeed in Moorim. Even if you have the best martial arts skills in the world, you cannot become a powerful person without a foundation, and even if you have power, you must constantly prove that your martial arts skills are as good as anyone else’s.

In other words, Prince Moyong’s desire to become the Murim lord was not simply a desire for stronger power.

The best in the world.

What Prince Moyong wanted was the world’s greatest power and the world’s greatest force itself. He wants to gain both physical strength and absolute power.

‘Huh.’

Suddenly, Moyong felt himself becoming ridiculous.

‘To have everything, you must also know how to give up everything… Have you forgotten that principle?’

Trying to achieve your dreams is like a life-or-death struggle.

In a life-or-death fight, do you want to kill your opponent while ensuring your own safety?

I live and the other person dies. It is only right that we fight for such results. But that doesn’t mean the process should be the same.

If you want to kill your opponent, you must fight with the mindset that you too might die.

How can you achieve victory without that level of determination? People who truly achieve what they want are those who take on challenges even with their own destruction in mind.

If you succeed in the fight, you will gain everything; if you lose, you will lose everything.

Life, politics, and power are like that.

‘As if…’

Moyong-gun’s eyes shining brightly again as he looked at Yeonho-jeong.

‘Like that guy.’

Yeonhojeong is constantly taking on challenges. Looking at the way he spoke, it seemed like he hadn’t even thought about it.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s abilities and talents were too outstanding to be considered simply the blood or spirit of a young man.

A smile appeared on Moyong’s lips.

It was a smile that felt uncharacteristically bitter.

‘You lost again.’

lost. He lost to Yeon Ho-jeong in the attitude of a warrior rather than anything else.

But defeat is the beginning of another realization.

Hold on!

Moyong’s brain energy, which was full of blue lightning, gradually began to take on a bright yellow glow.

Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes sparkled.

Prince Moyong said calmly.

“You gave me a good insight. Yes, as you said, you shouldn’t be afraid to take a step forward. “If you’re afraid of that, you should just retire.”

“That is correct.”

“You and I are, after all, dangerous fools walking on a precarious blade. “I forgot about it.”

hook!

The golden thunderbolt that flashed menacingly disappeared in an instant.

Mo Yong nodded his head.

“Thank you. “I will make sure to repay this debt.”

It was a sincere expression of gratitude.

Yeon Ho-jeong came down from the wall with a smile.

“I don’t know if this is too much studying for someone who would be my enemy.”

Moyong-gun laughed.

“I will give you a splendid defeat.”

“I knew very well that your calculation method deviated from common sense. Are you really giving me defeat? “Is that what you want to say to your benefactor?”

“It’s the greatest gift I can give.”

Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.

“It’s a gift, but please do me one favor.”

“Since you came here in broad daylight, I thought you had a favor to ask. Something?”

“There is someone in prison I need to see. “Can you come with me?”

What I was saying was asking them to go together, but in the end, it meant asking me to use some strength.

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes lit up.

“How can you ask me to do that?”

“I heard that there are two people involved in the prison service. I know one of them is you.”

“You have a vague understanding. “Even Bonggong has no right to send an unqualified person into prison without instructions from superiors.”

“Aren’t those higher ups government workers?”

“Of course it is. “However, you must explain why you wish to enter prison and obtain the consent of the majority.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to let them in. Because it was actually that dangerous.

The Murimmaeng Prison is full of dangerous prisoners.

There were masters of the Nine Zhou Myeong Family that went extinct many years ago, and there were also many demon heads captured from the outskirts. While the Yugun unit was active, other combat units of the Murim League were also dispatched to various places and carried out operations.

Among them, there were dangerous people known only to the leadership, unknown to the commanders of the combat units.

Of course, no one can be let in.

“If I had tried to enter with permission from the officials, would I have asked my father or the military and come to you?”

“I guess so.”

Mo Yong-gun’s expression hardened.

“I don’t know if you know this, but if this fact becomes known to the public, it will be a huge blow. “Not only to me, but to you as well.”

“You can’t just say it’s okay if you don’t get caught.”

“That’s right.”

“We even have to get one of the prisoners out for a moment.”

“It’s a sight to behold. If you get caught, it doesn’t end with just being warned. “If you make a mistake, not only will you be relieved of your position, but you may also end up in prison holding hands.”

“Don’t worry. “It’s better not to get caught, but even if you get caught, neither you nor I will be ruined.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m going because I have something to find out about the Three Religions.”

At that moment, Moyong’s eyes sparkled.

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

“Are you feeling a little queasy now?”

“It’s pulling.”

Moyong-gun said, crossing his arms.

“Explain.”

* * *

The prison door opened.

This place was located on the lowest level of the prison.

A guard walked down the hallway.

Although it was called a prison, it was not a dark, damp environment inhospitable to humans as people commonly think.

The attitude toward treating prisoners varies depending on the severity of the crime, but at least the prison environment itself is better than any other place. The Murim League’s attitude towards criminals was not as inhumane as other organizations.

Of course, it depends on what you think.

Click!

The guard opened the door to a cell.

Slurp.

The prisoner, leaning against the cold cell wall, looked up.

Grumbling.

Even though my energy has been lost, flames seem to be spewing out from my eyes. You could tell just by looking at their eyes that they had reached an extremely high level, even if only for a time.

The guard spoke in a stern voice.

“Prisoner number two thousand three hundred and seventy-six.”

“….”

“Wake up.”

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The monster shook his shoulders and laughed.

“If you kneel down and beg, I will get up. “Please cry and ask for something.”

Without saying a word, the guard took out a club from his belt.

Bye!

“Oops!”

The prisoner’s body fell sideways.

I felt like I had no strength at all. Blood was flowing out from the broken head.

The guard spoke again.

“Don’t pass up your chance to get out of prison.”

“…what?!”

“This is what the people who want to confront you asked me to tell you.”

The prisoner’s eyes wavered.

The guard came out of the open door and stood with his back to me.

“Come out, number two thousand three hundred and seventy-six.”

“…Damn it!”

The prisoner, who staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from his forehead and said:

“My name is Cheongang. It’s not like number two thousand three hundred and seventy-six.”