Chapter 72. Cho Ryu Hyang’s Trump Card (2/2)
It was ‘trust’. His attempt to save his master was obstructed by an emotion known as trust.
‘Am I actually thinking that he would be able to block that?’
It really was a thread of hope that he was putting his trust into. Just how did he imagine that his master could block that blow?
At the moment when Un Hui’s face was turning into a frown, No Jin Hyung’s kick was heading straight towards Cho Ryu Hyang’s body.
Shuaa–!
The air around him screamed violently. This was a kick containing all the power a Harmonious expert could muster.
‘I’ll explode his head.’
This was unavoidable. This attack was just straightforward and honest. That was what made it so strong.
Cho Ryu Hyang reflectively blocked his face with his hands. He was trying to use those arms that resembled sticks to block No Jin Nyung.
No Jin Nyung smirked when he saw Cho Ryu Hyang’s foolish action.
‘Futile resistance.’
That was what No Jin Nyung thought.
Baang–!
With a sound resembling a leather drum exploding, Cho Ryu Hyang was shot off with his body curved like a bow.
Blood fountained in the air, and Cho Ryu Hyang fell on the ground weakly, like a leaf. The fountain of blood froze within Un Hui’s eyes for a moment, just like a picture.
At that moment, Un Hui cursed his decision to not move.
‘I should’ve blocked it.’
He should’ve blocked his master, either by making him faint, or even beating his master up himself. Just how would he face the Pope now? He wouldn’t even have anything to say for himself.
At the point when all sorts of nightmarish events were playing out in his mind, Un Hui widened his eyes. This was the same for No Jin Nyung.
“Eeh?”
Cho Ryu Hyang, whose head should’ve been blown away, was standing up weakly.
“Urk!”
Cho Ryu Hyang seemed to be in an extremely bad condition. It was obvious from the fact that he was constantly throwing up blood with a pale face.
Just when Un Hui was about to move, Cho Ryu Hyang looked at him for a split second, then turned away. Un Hui, who realized what Cho Ryu Hyang was trying to say, frowned.
‘It’s not over?’
Was he intepreting Cho Ryu Hyang’s message correctly? Just what did his master have to show for himself, especially when he was already in such a state?
While Un Hui was thinking this, Cho Ryu Hyang, who had slowly straightened his back, opened his mouth.
“I win.”
Cho Ryu Hyang showed off his teeth dyed with blood as he tiredly smiled. No Jin Nyung became confused by Cho Ryu Hyang’s statement.
“What do you mean?”
Just what did Cho Ryu Hyang mean, especially when he seemed to be in a half-dead state? Wasn’t the boy going too far with his bluff? That was what No Jin Nyung thought.
Right at that moment, Cho Ryu Hyang lifted his arm and dropped something on the ground.
Tok–
It was a single piece of stone. Just when did the boy pick that up? No, what did that stone have to do with all this?
While No Jin Nyung and Un Hui were thinking the same things together, Cho Ryu Hyang smiled as he spoke.
“Be careful.”
“Of what?”
Vmm–
“Eh?”
With a sound of the air vibrating, No Jin Nyung disappeared from everyone’s sight.
* * *
Formations usually had to have a perfect shape. A circle was the most basic shape of a formation and based on that circle, the outside world and the world inside the formation would be split.
In the end, as long as a perfect ‘boundary’ was made, a formation would activate. In the past, Cho Ryu Hyang and Jo Gi Chun researched this ‘boundary’ carefully. ‘When a boundary is made, the inside and the outside will separate.’
They were working on how they could make this basic formation activation requirement simple and easy to do. Wisdom met wisdom, and effort joined with more effort.
And with enough time, one of the results of their research was being displayed to No Jin Nyung.
“What the hell is this?”
No Jin Nyung became stupefied for a moment. All his senses were shut off briefly, then a bunch of giant, thick iron bars were displayed in front of him.
A prison. It was a square prison with about 1 meter in terms of width. A bunch of iron bars caged him inside.
No Jin Nyung blinked a few times in surprise at this nonsensical view in front of him, then carefully extended his head to touch one of the bars. His mouth widened in surprise when he touched one.
“Eh?”
What he just touched actually felt like iron, didn’t it? How was this possible? This wasn’t some sort of an illusion?
He extended his fist towards the bars with a light jab as he thought this. He would try to break the prison bars before he would do anything else.
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Even the strongest piece of iron would be like a toothpick to a Harmonious expert, after all.
Deng–!
No Jin Nyung became surprised at the amount of resistance he felt in his fist. The iron bars were harder than he had thought.
No Jin Nyung made an amused face. He didn’t know what had happened, but he knew the heir was responsible for this.
‘This is a battle.’
What this place was, and what it was meant to do did not matter. He just had to get out with the simplest means possible.
And this kind of thought was indeed correct. As long as No Jin Nyung destroyed this formation, victory would be his.
‘Then…….’
This time, he punched the bars after gathering some energy into his fist.
Bang–!
No Jin Nyung licked his lips. Then, he began to laugh without even realizing it.
“This is ridiculous.”
He could only laugh when faced with such an outrageous situation. The iron bars that got hit by his strike were bent.
This was was understandable. It was disappointing that a strike meant to destroy only damaged the bars, but he knew that the bars would break if he applied enough force.
But the problem was, the bars would regain its original shape the instant after it was struck. No Jin Nyung laughed by himself for a bit, then took a deep breath.
“Are you seriously trying to have a go with me?”
It looked like he’d have to really go all out. Once he decided to do this, No Jin Nyung’s body began to emit a dark, oppressive aura.