Chapter 831

Episode 831Master of the Three Worlds (6)

Zhuge Lianghu opened his eyes.

The fearsome battle between the two ended as quickly as the quick and fierce battle.

‘This can’t be right…’

The sword is placed on the ambassador’s left shoulder and is aimed at his neck.

Moyong-gun suffered much more actual damage. The public ambassador also suffered internal and external injuries, but still had ample time to spare.

On the other hand, Moyong was even breathing heavily. For a Naga expert who builds his skills based on breathing, if his breathing was disrupted, it meant that his skills had dropped by less than half.

Nevertheless, the public ambassador admitted defeat. Zhuge Wenhu had no idea what was going on.

“Whew. Phew.”

Mo Yong-gun, who stabilized his rough breathing, retrieved the sword.

The public ambassador also relaxed his posture. It was still a calm and simple atmosphere and appearance.

So the two looked at each other in silence.

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes were shaken, and Ambassador Gong’s eyes were calm.

After a while.

“I guess I won.”

“exactly.”

Prince Moyong kept his mouth shut. The public ambassador also did not bother speaking.

And again after half an angle.

“Why didn’t you take 100 steps?”

“Hehe, Moyongaju’s sword was so fast that it didn’t give him a chance to use the hundred steps. At the end, that sword resembling a thunderbolt was truly full of amazing martial arts skills. “It’s been a while since my eyes opened.”

“If the Ambassador had walked a hundred steps, I would have most likely been defeated.”

“That’s not true.”

“Are you denying it?”

“It wouldn’t have ended in defeat.”

“….”

“If you had walked 100 steps to the end, you would have died. And…”

Ambassador Gong Gong smiled bitterly.

“Binseung also probably lost one of his arms.”

“Yes, I would have.”

“We are fellow comrades, allies, and warriors of the Baekdo faction. No matter how good the combat skills are, you can’t truly kill your opponent. Moreover, there are no monks other than Buddhists.”

The public ambassador burst into laughter.

“It’s a bit ridiculous to say that we are Buddhists when we exchanged such heinous martial arts skills.”

“….”

“Also, the head of the Moyong family also knew, right? That I will stop punching.”

“Are you reading?”

“A move close to Donggwi Jin. If you use that single sword with all your strength, that Daengjung will definitely take a hundred steps. Because you can never kill me.”

“….”

“Wasn’t that a conversion blow that came from that judgment?”

Mo Yong nodded slowly.

“That’s right.”

“It was an accurate judgment that gave me goosebumps. “Moyonggaju’s determination deserves praise for just reading Binseung’s limits and throwing everything at him in that split second.”

“….”

“In the end, Binseung was able to withdraw his fist, so it was Moyonggaju’s victory.”

“…okay.”

Prince Moyong looked up at the sky.

“As the Ambassador said, it is my victory. But…”

The overcast sky was full of cool darkness, as if snow might pour down at any moment.

Moyong closed his eyes because he could not bear to look at that darkness.

“I still have a long way to go compared to the Ambassador.”

“That’s not true.”

“I won the match, but I didn’t reach the level of a great master.”

There is no need for excuses to decide the winner. Since Ambassador Gong acknowledged defeat, it was clear that Moyong’s army was victorious.

However, Prince Moyong could not experience the joy of victory. This was because I clearly realized that in terms of actual skills, I was still a level below that of a public ambassador.

“It’s the power I gained through that hellish pain, but the world is wide and there are many experts.”

Moyong said it was a hellish pain.

It was a closed training session that lasted only a few months. That was a period that could be challenged by any peak expert whose growth was blocked.

But the important thing was not the period of several months.

What really matters is what you let go and what you gained in that short amount of time.

He was greatly shocked to see the growth of Yeonhojeong and the military power of the Tang family during the Tang family crisis.

For the Murim people, military power was as important as political power, if not more important. Prince Moyong was also not negligent in training, but it had been too long since he had devoted his soul and life to training like them.

So I went to the closing room. It was a decision made based on the judgment that the position was such that it was impossible to move around the battlefield and that the force was not capable of developing into such a situation.

However, he rarely swung his sword after entering the closed hall. The closure I took for the goal of improving my military skills soon became a battle against self-destruction, pain, and fear of an uncertain future. Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Prince Moyong was in agony.

Why on earth did I hear that the building was closed? Simply because of greed as a warrior? Because of jealousy of competitors? Otherwise…

why am I doing this? Even at this very moment, competitors will be constantly developing and changing the world. While I’m worrying so much, I wish I could at least swing a sword…

But when I get stronger, what am I going to do with that power? Even if I become stronger, will I be able to achieve my dream?

…Can I become the Murim Lord?

‘Why am I so broken?’

I was nervous, anxious, confused, and sad. Although such negative emotions and agony were only for a moment, they even caused Moyonggun’s military strength to deteriorate.

however.

In a situation where competitors are united and putting pressure on you, you may have collapsed for the first time in your life due to frustration, disappointment, anxiety, and confusion.

Prince Moyong was not buried there. Although he tried hard to deny and reject it, in the end, his strong pride that he should not deceive even himself supported him.

He became honest with himself. And I thought about what to throw away, what to take, and how to be confident in my life.

and.

The moment when you acknowledge your condition, look back on your life, and seek a better future.

At that lightning-like moment when the limits of thinking were expanded, Mo Yong-gun suddenly realized that his sword was climbing the ridge of the eight parts of Mt. Taesan.

Enlightenment and enlightenment.

The way of humanity is the way of martial arts, and the god of martial arts demands a harsher price from those who overcome the limit and soar high than the price of the body.

spirit soul.

If you can find yourself shining clearly in the midst of hellish agony, God will finally open a way for the seed of nothingness who has overcome that moment of pain.

Prince Moyong, who overcame the feeling of self-destruction that threatened to collapse his mind and soared, acquired a much deeper and more powerful force than before. I was able to unravel without difficulty even the gugyeol and geomri of Shingong that I had misunderstood.

But even so.

He doesn’t even reach the level of a public ambassador, let alone Yeonhojeong. We almost caught up, but even if it was just a piece of paper, the difference was clear.

It was sad and empty, and at the same time, it aroused a sense of challenge.

Ambassador Gong said as he looked at Mo Yong, who raised his head and closed his eyes.

“I tell you this with all my sincerity: Lord Moyong, there is absolutely no need to disparage yourself. “Moyonggaju’s martial arts are no different from this Daengjung’s martial arts.”

“There is no need to comfort me.”

“It’s not comforting, it’s sincere. “Regardless of the match, I believe that the reason why Moyong Gaju was consistently pushed by Lee Daengjung was because of the compatibility of martial arts, not because of differences in enlightenment.”

“Similarity.”

“Shaolin’s martial arts is a balance that destroys perfection. It has developed stronger and become more solid. However, Moyongajou’s sword pursues extreme destructive power beyond that of Shaolin martial arts, so if it clashes with balanced Shaolin martial arts, it will inevitably become disadvantageous over time.”

“okay.”

The public ambassador laughed bitterly.

“Moyonggaju’s insight is truly remarkable, as he reversed the disadvantages of martial arts by recognizing the character of the person who learned them.”

Moyong opened his eyes.

“No matter how great a martial art is, it ultimately belongs to the person who mastered it….”

“That’s right.”

Prince Moyong lowered his head and looked at Ambassador Gong.

The smile gradually disappeared from the face of Ambassador Gong, who was smiling and looking at Mo Yong-gun.

“…Moyong family head?”

“Ambassador.”

“Please speak.”

Prince Moyong, who had been watching the public speech in silence, slowly bowed.

It was neither slow nor fast. It was not just a simple bow, but a proper greeting with great respect for the other person.

“thanked.”

The public ambassador was embarrassed.

“How can you do this?”

“Thanks to the Ambassador, I learned a lot. “In the past and now.”

“Moyonggaju.”

“But I didn’t know that at the time. Of course, I have no intention of accepting all of the Ambassador’s teachings just now, but I know what the Ambassador was thinking when he gave those teachings.”

The public ambassador was even more embarrassed. This was because he had never once given advice or help to the head of the Moyong family.

Moyong-gun bowed and straightened his back.

“Ambassador.”

“….”

“Please take good care of the Murim Alliance.”

“…Moyong family head?”

The public ambassador’s face became serious.

“How on earth can you do this?”

Prince Mo Yong did not answer the question, but turned his head towards Zhuge Wenhu, who was far away.

“Military.”

Zhuge Munho, who was looking at the two people with shaking eyes, approached them with his mouth tightly shut.

Moyong-gun smiled.

It was an expression you couldn’t even imagine was Mo Yong before that simple smile.

“You may have told me before. I and the military are not enemies. The reason is because the military can do anything for the sake of the Murim Alliance.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Thanks to the military.”

“yes?”

“It is thanks to the military that I was able to be where I am today.”

Zhuge Wenhu was just as embarrassed as the public ambassador.

“Mr. Moyong. What is that….”

“How can the only person you be thankful for be a soldier? “I am just grateful to the other monks and the warriors of the Murim Alliance.”

It was an unusual atmosphere.

Mr. Moyong’s words and actions, which were completely incomprehensible, were raising the heart rates of the two people little by little.

Prince Moyong looked up at the sky again.

“It’s snowing.”

The vast sky was still dark.

Snowflakes, which might be the last of this winter, were falling from a late winter sky full of dark clouds.

“My younger brother Woo is a soft and kind kid, unlike me who is stubborn and stubborn. However, he has the strength of a warrior, excellent insight, and the wisdom to decide the situation at a critical moment, so he will become a great person in the future.”

“…?”

“As the leader of Uijeonggun, he will grow up to be a pillar of the Murim Alliance in the future, so I ask you two to let his talent blossom with a lot of support and loving reprimand.”

“Moyonggaju.”

Prince Moyong smiled and looked around.

“It snows a lot this year. Still, the white snow doesn’t spoil the beautiful scenery of the White Island Murim Alliance.”

There were only tall, bare trees everywhere, but Mo Yong-gun could see the vast and ancient buildings of Maeng beyond them.

The scenery of the Murim League that he had always wanted to see.

“He doesn’t talk much, but I thought Jang Mun-in’s ability as a fortune teller was very outstanding. Since he is not worthy of staying in the Presbytery, it will be of great help to the future of the Murim League if we have Jeomchang Jang Mun-in sit in the vacant Bonggong position.”

“What do you mean by vacant position?”

Prince Moyong turned around.

He turned his back on the two people and left the clearing without saying a word.

Shock appeared on Zhuge Wenho’s face. The public ambassador closed his eyes.

“Moyonggaju!”