25. Mock Dungeon Test (1)
“I was a criminal. Although he was a genius among geniuses.”
Hwang Bo Seryeong recalled the past.
Unlike her other brethren, who were naturally muscular, her own body was relatively weak.
“I left the family. The family’s martial arts were certainly strong, but it was because I couldn’t equal my brothers with just that hefty martial arts.”
Hwang Bo Se-ryeong, who left his family at the age of 15, had to consider martial arts alone.
She was nothing but destruction, and she had to capture the anomaly and elegance of the martial arts of the Hwangbo family. She sees Shaolin’s martial arts with her own eyes. Destroy those who call themselves strong.
“Fifteen years have passed.”
Hwang Bo Se-ryeong, modifying the family’s martial arts to suit himself. It took him 15 years to turn it into a combat-worthy weapon.
“But one day, I heard that the family had been destroyed.”
Saaa….
“The majestic palace that Hwangbo family was proud of had collapsed. The houses were all burnt down.”
Bodies with her head decapitated were lying between the structures.
Hwangbo Se-ryeong stared at a tree blowing in the wind.
“Except for this Taishan tree.”
Lee Do-jin listened to the story next to Hwang Bo-se-ryeong.
Hwangbo Se-ryeong looked at Lee Do-jin.
She and she came to ask in a sly tone.
“Isn’t it fun?”
“No, that sounds interesting.”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong laughed at Do-jin Lee shaking his head.
It’s not an interesting story.
It was the world where Sword Emperor Dan Chun-wu lived. Because it was the story of the world Hwangbo Se-ryeong lived in front of her, she thought it was worth listening to.
Mistiltane was sitting on a wooden bench, staring at their backs.
“The thing related to the extinction of Sega is Zhuge. The self-proclaimed middlemen of the love affairs formed an alliance with the cultists. The blood bridge was behind Zhuge Ga.”
The Jegal family claimed to be the trade route between Jeongpa and Sapa.
They formed an alliance with the Blood Bridge for their own interests. As a proof of the alliance, the political faction and the prestigious family destroyed one another together.
“I didn’t intend to get involved with the family. Until they are destroyed.”
In order to suit himself, he defiled Hwangbo’s martial arts.
She thought so herself.
“But what can I do? They all died My youngest, nine years old, is also dead. He was my brother’s son. We kept in touch every half a year.”
Lee Do-jin seemed to have a slight ripple in Hwang Bo-se-ryeong’s black eyes.
“I started to find and kill the Zhuges. One guy… Two bastards, I must have killed about 200 people related to the family with my own hands. Killing so many people increases your gong power. Covered in blood Take out the bones… That’s how it went up.”
Hwang Bo Seryeong touched a tree in Mount Taesan.
“It took 40 years to annihilate even half of the Blood Religion. She has dedicated her life to revenge.”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong stared at Lee Do-jin.
“Do I look like a murderer?”
Lee Do-jin shook her head slowly.
“Isn’t what you did right? Master also always told me to make sure to tie Eun-won.”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong’s eyes stood out.
“The name of the sword method is Yeokcheongeom. What is your name, Master?”
“Dan Chun-wu. He said he was called the sword emperor.”
Hwang Bo Seryeong’s forehead narrowed.
“Sword Emperor… Dan Chun-woo.”
I repeated the words to see if something popped into my head.
Then she opened her eyes wide.
“The master of the former squadron. A peerless warrior who has dried the seeds of the Demonic Cult to prevent it from appearing in the world for over two hundred years.”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong twisted the corner of her mouth.
“Then what you showed was his martial arts? It is an honor.”
Hwang Bo Se-ryeong tapped Lee Do-jin on the shoulder.
“If you are his disciple, he should be much stronger than he is now. If you had to pick three people who had an impact on the history of Moorim, he would have been one of them. In Moorim, there is no reason for such a name value.”
It was only then that Lee Do-jin found out.
There was no lie in the words of the teacher, Dan Chun-wu, the sword emperor.
That he was one of the best people in Moorim overflowing with powerful people.
“Yes, I need to get stronger.”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong looked at Lee Do-jin and gestured at her chin.
“Now tell your story.”
And after walking around, I sat down on the wooden bench Mistiltein was sitting on.
“According to the information you instilled in me, it seems that I have to stay here for a year. Wouldn’t it be nice to be friends then?”
Hwangbo Seryeong stroked Mistiltein’s pure white hair.
“Yes, yes.”
Mistil Thein seemed quite taken aback, but she did not avoid Hwangbo Se-ryeong’s touch. She was very delicate with her gestures. Because it was friendly
Dojin Lee told her own story.
Starting with her mana apnea, and even the story of meeting Mistil Thein.
That her ki can only be released outside through a wooden sword and tree branches.
Hwang Bo Seryeong laughed.
“You have a pretty weird body too.”
And Hwangbo Se-ryeong, who had heard about the modern story, the hunter and the academy, asked her to talk in detail as if she was interested.
“Oh, then you should go outside soon.”
After talking for a while, Sunday was half a day left before I knew it.
“It should be.”
Like when she summoned her teacher Dan Chun-wu, she cannot continue to be in the world of Mistil Thein.
Because I have to live at the academy.
Still, since the time in her world of Mistiltein passes twice as slowly, it seemed that she would be able to learn a lot by facing her often enough if she came in whenever she had a spare time after her academy routine.
“I want to learn martial arts.”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong clicked her tongue.
“A guy who knows how to use a sword that much. You’re going to wield her fist? She is greedy.”
“Isn’t it nice to know how to do a lot of things?”
Hwang Bo Seryeong stared at the blue sky.
“… It’s done today. I’ll let you know slowly starting tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
Hwang Bo Seryeong stared at Mistiltein.
“What is possible here? Is it possible for me to eat food?”
Mistiltane was taken aback.
“Do, I guess I have to try.”
Mistil Thein took permission from her Hwangbo Se-ryeong and placed her hand on her head.
A wooden table appeared in front of her bench.
Then a plate appeared on the table, and on top of it appeared a shiny slice of pork.
Another gourd with Chinese characters written as bamboo leaf cheong.
Finally, the fishhyang breeding house appeared.
Tak-!
Seiryeong Hwang Bo prepared his chopsticks neatly and began to eat the food one by one.
“Delicious food with a superb view. This is heaven.”
Lee Do-jin blankly looked at the food.
“Can you feel the taste?”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong nodded her head broadly.
“Eat one too.”
Lee Do-jin, still dazed, ate fish stew with chopsticks.
The texture of the meat and mushrooms and the scent of garlic came right in.
Then, the four flavors of sweet, salty, spicy, and sour blended together to cover the mouth.
“… Well, I could taste the blood.”
How could such a thing be possible?
I thought that Dan Cheonwu, the teacher who left after only swinging a sword with his pupil, might be quite unfair.
“Uh… Then I will go.”
Hwangbo Se-ryeong nodded her head while rubbing her dongpa meat.
“Oh, come on.”
For some reason, Dojin Lee felt her head hurt slightly.
**
The two weeks passed quickly again.
On Friday, after swordsman Yu Seol-ah laughed at Lee Do-jin, who came out after beating her monster in the training room in the basement of the villa.
“I think your movements have become a little more flexible?”
“Maybe.”
Lee Dojin didn’t sound like he was just saying those words.
She herself felt that her body had become lighter.
‘It’s probably thanks to the sparring with King Kwon.’
Since she only competed with wooden swords and taijutsu, her words were sparring and were only beaten one-sidedly, but that alone taught her how to use her body more efficiently.
It seems that Hwang Bo-se-ryeong’s intention was also like that.
The swordsman looked into Lee Do-jin’s eyes.
“Take a good look at the mock dungeon exam on Monday.”
“You should take a good look.”
She became the freshman representative at the academy.
She made it to the top. She’s out of here and she can’t go down.
Lee Do-jin handed a towel to Baek Hwa-yeon, who was running on her treadmill, and said.
“Hwayeon-ah, let’s go. It’s 5:00 o’clock to announce the mock dungeon test group.”
“Oh, right! Thank you!”
After stopping the treadmill, Baek Hwa-yeon slowly slowed down and smiled.
Today, unlike usual, they were told to gather at the 1st grade auditorium at 5:00 pm, so the two headed straight to Iroas Academy.
**
I moved to the auditorium dedicated to the first year of Iroas Academy.
Students from combat class 1 to 10 were tightly packed in the auditorium.
A man’s voice was heard.
“Aren’t the magicians participating?”
“Those noble guys go into mock dungeons only from the second semester.”
“They are cowards. Tell them to get out.”
I heard quite a few vulgar words, but it was meaningful information.
Park Cheol-woong, the homeroom teacher of the combat class 1, went up on the podium.
“Now, the number of people in each group decided through Iroas Watch will be delivered. Let’s gather in groups.”
Diring!
A sound erupted from the Iroas Watch.
– The mock dungeon test list has been finalized.
– Check out your Joe and Joe.
– 12 Trillion.
-[Class 1] Jia Ryu, Dojin Lee [Class 10] Bitna Choi, Jihoon Kim.
“The same group as Jia.”
A blind swordsman and a fellow member of the dawn movement. Jiah Ryu.
It was nice to have one person I knew well.
I stopped at the end of class 1 where Jia Ryu was standing.
“Jia, let’s go. Still, it’s nice to have someone I know well.”
Liu Jia, who still had her eyes closed, nodded slowly.
“Yes, I am very fortunate. Dojin.”
With Jia Ryu, I entered the area where the hologram called 12 Groups was shining.
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It was time to wait for the remaining two.