SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

The ugliest thing in the world.

(2) ========================== "Aha!" Master laughed.

"Uh-huh! Ha-ha!" He broke his nose and bled.

As you bleed your blood on the white snowfield, Whoouk! Master swung his bare fists.

“Huh?!”

The fist precisely hit the chin of the lord of the moorim.

The master did not miss the moment when he stumbled with a stagger.

He jumped, jumped, bit him.

"Wow!" Whoops...

! this guy...

!" Maengju Moorim hurriedly pushed Master away, but his ears were already soaked with blood.

His flesh was ripped apart with a squeaky sound.

A low-pitched scream echoed across the snowfield: “Hey!”

Master spit red blood-stained ears into the snow.

Master's lips were also stained red.

She was smiling as if satisfied with the achievements she had hunted.

A demon (惡鬼), a bloodthirsty ghost-like figure.

"Pooh! It's dirty! Wasn't Namgung family's arduous method useless to improve the quality of the meat?" "This horse is big.

I'm afraid it's not even a sama, do you even enjoy human flesh now!" “You are an old man like a spinach who has rested from old age.

But there is no truth to what I said earlier.”

Master wiped his lips with the back of his hand, saying, "The Battle of Majesty should have ended on the first day.

Both the main and you were left behind.

I thought to myself that I would risk everything to fight, but in reality, I didn't.

I really didn't risk my life!" "......." "Today's fight is a second chance that would not have been given otherwise." Master looked at me, his magenta eyes filled with warm and tender compassion.

"You can't repeat the same stupid mistake.

Buwolseon.

Today, this seat will pour everything into it." “… … Are you going to break the spirit?”

"Yes." Congenital Jingi (先天眞气).

A spirit that everyone has at birth.

In other words, it was life itself.

Unlike Naegong, Jingi cannot be artificially built.

writing is over And the ending of the man who drew 'life' is decided.

die or or become obsolete.

For Kang Ho-in, Jingi is the last resort.

It's not like Bae Jinyoung.

“… … Maduya.

After all, both you and I are weak.”

said the lord of the Moorim.

Is it because I lost one pair of ears? Maengju Moorim frowned terribly.

“Even if I use Jingi now, I can only show skills that are medium or low, let alone a master.

There is no internal air or even a single power supply.

It's impossible to even show your prestige.

… Do you know?”

“I know.”

“Are you planning to break the truth to show Jungsu’s inaction at best?”

"sure." Master smiled.

“Don’t be angry, Namgoongwoon.

This is not about giving up your life.

never I just hope that today will be the last of the main events that will come someday.”

"......." "The main seat is now feeling the supreme joy of being alive.

Thank you and thank you again.

I am grateful to myself for surviving to this day, and to this fate of being able to die today.”

“Even if the world has been destroyed?”

"Yes.

I am grateful for all the relationships I have met up to this moment.”

Master slowly took a stance.

right hand forward.

Left hand back.

“Looking back, this seat is truly a happy uninhabited man.”

Whoa! a snow wind blew It wasn't snow from the sky.

A small whirlpool blew around Master.

The innate generosity has flowed out.

The wind spread around Master.

“… … okay.

Was that so?”

Moorim Maengju received her wish with a bare face.

"good.

I too have longed for a day like today.”

The wind reversed.

“Let’s die together.

Heavenly Mother.”

The two ran towards each other.

And I saw a landscape where the lives of two people flowed through the snowy field.

Master slapped the hand of the Moorim Maengju.

Moorim Maengju walked on Master's feet.

As their arms crossed and their footwork crossed, the two men's bodies constantly flowed with energy.

It was a leak of life.

The ice that the sun could not melt melted in the lives of two people.

The master struck the martial artist's waist.

The wind blew.

The snow fell in the direction where the fingertips pointed and where the wind had flown.

In a world covered in snow, only the path through which the hands and feet of two people passed was slowly revealed to the bare ground.

"......" It wasn't just that.

Around the area where Master and Master Moorim were fighting, little by little, things that were not white were growing.

it was weed It was a bush.

The other ground was still frozen with snow, but the seasons bloomed in their journey.

- You will grow up eating the truth.

The mastermind said bluntly.

-It's the quintessence of a master like that, so it's no different than a true feast.

Yes, at least for a while.

Even if it was only for a moment, their seasons were beautiful.

The earth drank the energy the two of them had spilled.

Thus, the heavens and the earth briefly returned to their former state before being submerged in eternal winter.

It was a forest of copy flowers.

As time passed, the peach tree grew and became thick.

A palm tree resembles a human finger.

The branches of the trees that had climbed up from the ground stretched out their hands toward the sky as if to grab something.

Flowers bloomed.

Between the pink petals, through the crevices of branches like fingers, Master and Wurim Mengju danced together.

Gestures and gestures to kill each other.

But when it was covered by the petals for a while, it was like a dance of Hansawi, and it was a scream because the lives the two of them had passed were at stake.

When it was covered with petals, many things in the world became splendid.

even live.

My teacher, even your poison.

-… … This is a little rare.

white snowy field.

The red petals of the copy flew.

-Is it because one is born with a polar negative body and the other has a celestial body? The yin and yang are almost completely interlocked.

Those two are already in another world.

… It's the first time I've ever seen such a strange sight.

Copy flowers bloomed and withered.

Spring lingered and passed again.

“Cheonma Gunlimbo (天魔君臨步).”

Master stepped forward.

As a blizzard came, radiant flowers flew.

“Hwangwolpacheon (黃月破天).”

The Moorim Maengju grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

The snowstorm has stopped and the radish flowers are in full bloom.

"......." A petal was blown by the wind and buried on my shoulder.

I just found out Those red flowers are Master's blood.

The blood of the Moorim Confucianism.

These are the petals that bloomed after the two drank the last blood they shed.

“---I don’t like you in this seat.”

Winter is bleeding.

“I don’t like you.”

Master.

“I don’t like the faction.

I don't like the big deal.

I don't like goofy (九派).

I hate the five generations.

You are happy while the grass is screaming.

advise But it is not your happiness that this throne cannot forgive.

It was never.”

Master.

“Things like you are also sick,”

the radish flowers bloom and wither, and the seasons lingered and passed, but the blooming petals became fewer and fewer, and the seasons that stayed were shorter and shorter.

“Things like you say life is painful, put on a painful expression, say painful words, seek comfort, comfort, and thus pretend to be human.”

Master is dying.

“This seat is disgusting.”

the flower fades “Why,”

the season is dying.

“Are you endless beasts to others and infinitely human to yourself?”

Countless radiant flowers covered the shadows of the two.

In retrospect, it was a dream that seemed like a fleeting moment, and it was nothing more than a tea ceremony.

The branches have dried up.

No more peach blossoms.

The wind blew and the ground was covered with snow again.

In the middle of the fallen petals, Master and Moorim Maengju stood tall.

“……”

Beetle, “… … Whoa, whoa! Whoops, whoops...

… !”

A little more red was vomited over the red flower field.

It was the blood that was shed by the Moorim Maengju.

Master's clenched fists were touching the chest of Moorim Maengju.

The old man staggered like a mirage.

and fell lightly.

Red flowers rose as they received the old man's body.

Master stood still.

"Master." Called, but no answer came back.

"Master." I took a step urged I ran and hugged Master's body, which was standing still.

cold.

My body is as cold as ice.

“Master… .”

“You won.”

Master's voice was clear.

The body temperature that had disappeared from her body still lingered in her voice.

But it was too light.

His fingers and his body became light as if he had grown old in an instant.

“Yes, I won.

You won.”

“Originally, you had to pierce your chest with a fist and grab your heart.

Instead of piercing it, it just hit him.

You have no face to see the disciple.”

"no.

no." "okay.

I'd rather have the original face than yours now.

What is your expression like?”

I carefully laid Master in my arms.

I used Auror to embrace Master's body.

Still, Master did not get warm in the slightest.

stroking.

Even the fingertips caressing my cheeks were as cold as icicles.

“Don’t worry.

my brother There is still one trial left until the main seat is about to die.”

two hours.

“Isn’t that enough time to say goodbye?”

We now have only two hours left to listen to this man's voice and hear his breath.

“… … Still crying.”

Master had a sad expression on his face.

“He is a disciple who troubles the master.

Seriously, this seat has already troubled the disciple.

I wanted to spend a long time conveying everything, but because of this old man's stubbornness, I couldn't even do it.

I am worried about what this throne will remain in your heart and what it will leave behind.”

I am afraid that I will become empty to you.

“If I can be remembered as a single flower that has bloomed for a while, I hope there is nothing… … ““The King!”

An urgent cry was heard.

It was the voice of the apothecary.

Perhaps now that they knew that the battle of majesty was taking place in the snowy field, the pharmacist and the tower's party were running in a hurry.

teacher!?" The viper found the Moorim Mengju and was surprised.

“Are you okay!? Hey, Master! Ebo show! Open your eyes!”

“The old one is fine.”

Master drooled and drooled.

“The last volume was shallow.

went in shallow Today, he boasted more than his luck is with him, but...

It is his fortune to live as a wretch for the rest of his life.”

"Lungs, you're a bum," the pharmacist squeaked.

"I'll never let that happen...

Oh, I don't have time for this anyway! Both of you need to get treatment right away!" "It has become the main seat.

Take care of my old lady." "But…!" “The main body knows best.

It’s already over.”

“And,”

said Master.

“I want to spend my last time with my one and only disciple.”

“Ahaha.

Will you take care of the two of us?”

The pharmacist was both a pharmacist and a doctor.

She approached and tapped Master's pulse.

By activating the skill, he examined the condition of the patient's body.

The pharmacist's complexion darkened.

“…I have painkillers, can I let you go?”

"Okay." Master smiled.

“The winter wind is nice.

It's nice to have a cool heart.

When I go to Pian, I want to feel this wind fully.”

"......" The pharmacist stood up.

nodded.

She quietly bowed her head toward Master.

The King of Medicine, who had stood silently, motioned his hand and pushed them away.

It wasn't long before they went back to the cave carrying the Moorim Mengju.

It was the one who took care of me and my master.

“… … Master.”

"Ego." Master took my hand.

"From now on, what are you going to do with the rest of the sijin? Were you curious about the story of Bonjwa's childhood? Would you like to hear how beautiful the headquarters of the school is?" “Please.”

I too was holding Master's gentle hand.

There is still more.

Your life isn't perfect yet.

I still need one more puzzle to enjoy the best moment, the ending that will make you completely satisfied.

I have it." “What?”

“Please fight with me.”

Master's eyes widened: "It's unexpected.

The will to become a disciple and surpass the master is imaginary, but as you can see, the main seat cannot move any further.

are you?”

“It’s okay if it doesn’t have to be Bimu that moves the body.”

“Huh?”

“I want to compete with Master with a nonsword.”

“It’s a nonsword.”

Nonsword 論劍.

It is a secret that is shared through the mouth, not the body.

Tell them what herbivores they will spread out and how they will attack.

When the other person responds to it, he himself tells how to deal with that coping again.

Therefore, there is no need to move the limbs.

There is no need for an interior either.

A battle that is fought only with a pure eye for martial arts.

A battle of ignorance.

“Uh-huh.”

So, Master laughed softly.

“Our disciple has a very high nose.

If you fight with your body, Confucius will surely win, but in non-swordsmanship, you will surely lose.

As if the main character has returned to its heyday, you will be gravitating towards it, but how can you fight with only a few stalks of the Demon Heavenly Goddess!”

"I am… .”

I opened my mouth.

“I don’t think the bi-mu that I competed with the Moorim Maengju before was Master’s best.

You said it.

Originally, it would have pierced my chest and grabbed my heart.

… Even if it’s a battle of words, I hope Master achieves the most satisfying final dance.”

The best fight that leaves no regrets.

Because that would be the wish of all uninhabited.

“You mean you can show that, Confucius?”

"Yes." “Hmm… .”

Master seemed to enjoy my proposal.

Do you think it is a young disciple's young mind? I really didn't see any expectations that I would present such a secretariat.

"good.

However, this seat is not considered even by the argumentative sword.

I'll give up the players, but don't be too resentful if the main event ends with a single blow." "Yes." "After the dance is over, I'll tell you the old story of the main hall! Come on, show this master the results of your training." Master smiled brightly.

It was a smile that smelled like peach blossoms.

I looked down at Master's face and, slowly, saw a man sitting across from me.

He looked at the uninhabited man who had risen to the top not here but in another world.

-Well.

sword (劍帝).

-Is it my turn now? A being who has risen to the top of the world in another stronghold.

Even if he is a ghost and cannot fight with his body, he can only be a non-sword if he borrows my mouth.

'Yes.

Please listen to the [promise] I lost at the bet.' -OK.

The background man smiled.

- Anyway, I wanted to fight the head of the magic school here.

He crossed his arms and sat down in the snow.

- I will give you the best secret dance.

Make sure you tell him you're going to give up the three numbers.

With me in between, the absolutes of the two great powers faced each other.83.