Chapter 18 – Anger Swallows Fear (3)

Chapter 18 – Anger Swallows Fear (3)

General Zhang Yang's mesmerized face looked as if his soul had escaped. His eyes lost focus and he couldn't figure out what to do. Everything collapsed when Wi Jin-cheol lost in Ilgito.

At that time, the ranks of the legion became noisy, drawing his attention.

After a while, Zhang Yang's blurry eyes suddenly came into focus. This was because he saw a soldier daring to rush towards Muka.

Looking at their clothes, they did not appear to be regular soldiers. Unbelievably, he was a trainee. Although it was not as good as Wi Jin-cheol, his movements were agile enough to arouse admiration. Zhang Yang was very curious about who he was.

“Who is that soldier!?”

Even the shape of his head could not be seen because it was covered by the helmet. There was no way the generals around him could answer.

Soon, Zhang Yang's eyes turned to the red badge tied to the soldier's left arm. He must be a leader-level trainee. There was one person I could guess.

“That’s it. I think I know who it is.”

A special force that Wi Jin-cheol raised with great care. It was So-mu, the leader of the Sixteenth Patriarch.

Meanwhile, thousands of soldiers watching him thought he was crazy.

“Isn’t that the leader of the Sixteenth Patriarch?”

“That’s completely crazy.”

“But you’re the one among us, right?”

“What kind of talent can you have when the captain has also suffered…”

Mukha had his long spear stuck in the ground and was firing at Gakgung. The soldiers watching this were convinced. That the leader of the Sixteenth Patriarch would die before he could even approach him.

Mukha's horn was aiming at So-mu's legs, not his vitals. It meant that he had no intention of killing him all at once.

After a while, two arrows came out of Muka's bow and began to tear the wind apart. The two arrows were aimed precisely at So-mu's legs, as if they were alive.

Everyone watching from afar imagined So-mu collapsing after a while. This was because he was not making any evasive movements.

In the blink of an eye, two arrows came close to So-mu. However, just before hitting the target, the angle changed slightly as if someone was pulling it. An intangible anti-tank energy that instantly released the entire body's energy to the outside was unleashed.

However, no one could notice that this appeared and disappeared from So-mu's body. It was a skill one level higher than self-defense, and was known to be difficult to cast even for peak experts.

Puff poop!

The two arrows burrowed deep into the ground with all their might. Muka's eyes widened as if she couldn't believe it.

‘My arrow missed?’

I couldn't understand. His arrow, which could have hit a bird flying a hundred miles away, missed.

‘You’re a lucky guy. But this time, it’s impossible.’

Once again, an arrow was fired from Mukha's bow and headed towards So-mu's side.

He concentrated all his strength on just one shot. This time, I was confident that I would hit the mark no matter what.

The soldier in front of me did not initiate any evasive action this time either. I just slightly twisted my upper body right before I was hit. Then, the arrowhead tore through So-mu's armor and created a flame as it passed through.

Sigh-!

Although some parts of his armor were dented and damaged, he did not appear to have suffered any shock. The distance between Muka and So-mu Chapter 25. The distance continued to get closer.

‘Are you saying it was just a coincidence?’

Muka’s eyebrows twitched. My pride could not accept that my attack missed twice.

He raised his right hand high in the sky. It was his own preparation for the speaker. Muka took a deep breath. After a while, his right hand began to move like lightning.

Papapapot-!

In the blink of an eye, five arrows rushed into all parts of So-mu's body.

Puff! puck-! puck-!

A dull noise continued to be heard as if something was being hit. Armor that was tattered and helmets that bounce and fly away. However, there was not a single scratch on his entire body.

Now a question appeared on Muka’s face. Something was definitely strange. The soldier in front of me clearly moved slower than the swordsman's leader. However, his attacked continued to be narrowly missed. It was no coincidence.

Before we knew it, the distance between the two had narrowed to less than ten feet. The Hanzhong soldiers who were watching had their hands full of sweat. The leader of the Sixteenth Patriarch who miraculously survived Mukha's barrage of arrows. A hint of anticipation, ‘maybe’ appeared on their faces. It seemed unlikely, but it was a situation where we had to grasp at straws. Everyone who was watching him was swallowing dry saliva without even making a sound.

Before we knew it, the distance between the two had narrowed to less than five feet. Mukha quickly let go of the square bow and pulled out the polearm stuck in the ground. I was embarrassed in front of my subordinates, but that didn't matter. This was because an instinctive and unknown anxiety was eating away at his head.

Muka's spear blade began to emit a milky white light and haze. It was filled with prostitution.

‘I’ll finish you off with one blow.’

The soldier in front of me did not flinch even though he was spewing out profanity. No, on the contrary, it was speeding up even more.

Mukha took a step forward and pulled the polearm behind his right shoulder. The remaining distance was this chapter. Finally, Muka started to move. As if throwing a harpoon at a fish, the tip of the spear, rushing in a straight line, was pointed exactly at So-mu's front chest. The terrifying spear on the blade was so powerful that it seemed like it could tear anything to shreds.

Wow!

The moment you hear the sound of a spear blade cutting through the wind. Suddenly, So-mu's new model began to tilt backwards sharply, as if falling over.

Although the others did not notice, I could clearly see Muka, who was facing me right in front of me. The movement that the opponent showed for a moment was a flash-like movement that could not be compared to anything before. So much so that even Muka himself would find it difficult to imitate.

Just as a ray of uneasiness passed through his mind. Muka's spear grazed So-mu's front chest as he slid across the ground.

Wow-!

So-mu's armor split left and right and exploded. However, it could not cause any damage to the body. This time too, it was missed by just one piece of paper. Before he knew it, his new form, which had dug into his side, rose up as if bouncing.

At that moment, Muka's heart felt cold. This was because he rose into the air and was already spinning like a storm behind his back.

‘This was not someone I can deal with! Who on earth… … .’

This was the last thought Mukha could have in this life.

So-mu's blade moved towards Muka's nape. Although no one noticed, there was a subtle blue aura on So-mu's blade.

Suddenly!

With a dull sound, Mukha's supply and demand bounced high into the sky.

People from both camps who were watching this from afar were shocked. The commander-in-chief of the corps was killed by a new recruit who had barely even completed training. And that too in one blow. Everyone had goosebumps all over their body.

So-mu lightly landed on the ground and secretly sighed.

‘It’s not normal to act while controlling your strength.’

After a while, Mukha's supply and demand fell at So-mu's feet.

Toouk-!

So-mu's gaze silently turned towards Muka's army.

The faces of Muka's managers who had been laughing at them until now were turning earthy. Just like General Zhang Yang a moment ago. The 20,000 soldiers were no different. Absurdly, their commander in chief was killed by a single soldier, so it was natural for their morale to plummet.

So-mu slowly turned his head again and looked at the ally's camp. They were unable to come to their senses as if they could not believe what was happening before their eyes. At that time, someone in the ranks of the swordsmen shouted in an excited voice.

“Wow, Sipal! Does this make sense?”

Cursing came out like a habit without me even realizing it. And that was the signal. The soldiers who came to their senses simultaneously raised their swords high in the sky as if they had made a promise. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Wow-!!!”

“Waaaaaa-!!!!”

The morale of our troops, which had fallen, began to pierce the sky again. The fear I had felt all of a sudden disappeared. And in its place, anger and fighting spirit were filling its place.

At that time, General Zhang Yang came out on horseback in front of the soldiers. Zhang Yang was a person closer to a wise general than a general. Nevertheless, the fact that he personally took the lead gave the soldiers greater courage. With morale sky-high, it was a golden opportunity.

“Did you see? We are stronger than them! Your sword is strong enough to take down the leader of the enemy army with one blow!”

The hands holding the soldiers' swords were trembling. It was trembling. As the atmosphere reached its peak, Zhang Yang signaled the attack.

“Show them our fear! Show them our anger!! I will lead the way!!! Attack with all your might!!!”

“Wow-!!!”

“Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!!

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!!!”

The shouted that the soldiers let out at the same time were enough to shake the field below Mt. Jeonggun. As Zhang Yang spurred his horse at the head, the new soldiers followed behind and began to run for their lived. However, there was someone who moved faster than Zhang Yang, and that was Sunlight of the Sixteen Patriarchs.

“You bastards! I’m going to twist all your chickens today!!!”

The back of Il-gwang, with his huge physique, looked very reassuring. Cheong-hae walked quickly and lined up next to him. The sight was like a huge bear and a fox running side by side. Behind them, members of the Sixteenth Army formed a formation and joined the ranks.

The Hui army's soldiers, facing this intense heat, flinched. The ragtag group of people they had seen just moments ago was nowhere to be found. Even in the Hui army, someone ordered an attack, but no shouted came out. They just tried to keep their steady pace and silently moved towards the front.

Meanwhile, So-mu, who was in the center of the battlefield, was looking at Wi Jin-cheol, who had collapsed. This was a location that would soon become a whirlwind of fierce battle, but So-mu continued what he was doing as if it had nothing to do with him.

‘Although I suffered a penetrating wound, fortunately I avoided the vital area. ‘It may not be too late.’

So-mu, who knelt down on one knee, started by pressing Wi Jin-cheol's acupuncture points with his fingers to stop the bleeding. Next, the heavy energy that erupted from his left hand began to surround Wei Jin-cheol's organs. The calmness seen in the whirlpool of battlefield. The sight contrasted sharply with the surrounding scenes.

After a moment passed, the clash between the two camps finally began. The sound of clashing weapons and screamed erupted ceaselessly from all over the place, shaking the field.

Without fail, Hui's soldiers rushed to where So-mu was. Two sword blades flew towards his neck at the same time. But So-mu didn’t even give them a glance. He simply swung the sword he held in his right hand behind his back. Then, an intangible force spewed out from his sword, cutting them in half at once.

Wow-!

Hui's soldiers flocked from all directions and continued to rush towards So-mu, who was looking at Wi Jin-cheol as if he had been caught off guard. But it was beyond their reached. Enemies who approached within his range just continued to split apart like tofu without understanding what was going on. A strange situation was taking place, but no one had time to notice it in the breathtaking melee.

After the half hour passed, So-mu stood up, holding Wi Jincheol in his arms. Emergency measures have been completed. Now his life or death was in the hands of heaven.

Looking around, I saw the warhorse that General Muka had been riding. This barded black horse was pacing in place like a spirit creature. So-mu put the fainted Wi Jin-cheol on a horse and sent him off in the direction of the friendly army's camp.

Then, So-mu's gaze turned to the battlefield again.