Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 481

Nangseon Gi Hwan Dam – Part 2, Episode 190

In the pitch black.

A black thing opened its eyes.

[It’s starting, isn’t it.]

“Are you going out?”

Black smoke swirled, and the thing with several tails took the form of a human figure.

“I have to.”

The black woman opened the jade box, took out a dagger, and stabbed herself in the chest.

“Haa….”

Then, the woman’s vague veil was lifted, revealing a clear face and form, and she stepped out of the shadows into the outside.

“It’s too bright.”

She extinguished the torch and, in the dark night,

floated, casting a black curtain as if she were darkness itself.

Dark night sky.

As the torches hanging in the Great Heaven Palace disappeared one by one, complete darkness arrived.

The black woman seemed satisfied and melted into the darkness.

“Who are you going to see?”

The red-haired woman asked.

The question contained several meanings.

The black woman pondered for a moment before answering.

“I’m going to the Mountain.”

* * *

Kugugugugugu!!

As the sea split as if cut in two, the movements of the immortals of the Celestial Realm and the immortals of the Water Realm who had gathered from outside stopped.

Hwa and Hwadam, who were in the middle of fighting, were also the same.

The sea of Geonwonhae split, and the fog cleared distinctly.

Only then could the sky be seen.

He, who had exhaled hot breath into the night sky, looked up at the sky and smiled.

“It’s the Heavenly Sword….”

Crackle. Kwachang!

The sword of the Heonwon Sword shattered, and the hat he was wearing split in half.

The topknot came undone.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The sky he looked up at was devastated as if it had been cut by a sword.

It was beautiful like a wave, but at the same time, it was a chaotic slash.

The Heonwon Sword barely stood and looked into Cheonbeom’s eyes, the depth of which could not be known.

“The name of the last slash… what is it?”

Beom looked at Hwaran in his hand and answered.

“Rallan (亂欄) [Chaotic Wave].”

A pretty good name.

Soon, his body crumbled.

Starting from his toes, he turned into sword fragments and sank below the surface of the water.

Beom watched it quietly.

Only after seeing him sink below the surface of the water as his whole body collapsed did Beom breathe roughly and stagger.

Thump, thump.

Hwaran throbbed.

It must be because he cut the Heonwon Sword.

Even in the midst of confusion, Beom put Ran into his body.

Hwaran will become stronger.

The more he cuts the other swords of the Sword Slave that he will meet in the future.

‘And in the end….’

He will cut down the guy at the end of this grudge.

‘War is not Seonsaljeon [a battle for immortals] for me.’

As he was smiling bitterly, Hwadam, who had already approached, called him.

[Lord!]

Looking around, he roughly grasped what was going on.

The immortals of the Celestial Realm must have come to capture him, and the immortals of the Water Realm must have come to find out what was going on.

“Let’s go.”

Beom called Tamhwa and climbed onto Hwadam’s back.

He could stick to the immortals of the Water Realm, but if he did, they would know that Salsun, who had caused a commotion in the Celestial Realm, was an immortal of the Water Realm.

Cheonbeom, not wanting to be bothered, immediately touched Yeowi to hide his appearance and energy and ran away.

As he disappeared, the immortals of the Celestial Realm immediately raged, but absurdly, Cheonbeom, who had hidden his appearance, reappeared not far away.

Because an unexpected person was there in front of him.

“Long time no see. Seeing that one of your arms has flown away in the meantime, you must have had a hard time.”

He was Wonseontae, who occupied one of the Seoks of Sangcheonhaewol [positions of power].

It was Ilsinhongseong Yedeong.

Cheonbeom, who was riding on Hwadam’s back, bowed his head and paid his respects.

Even if he was an enemy now, he had to show respect to Wonseontae.

“The child you had has successfully ascended. You are very lucky. It is not easy to ascend while using a child who inherited the blood of Cheonsu.”

“You flatter me. It was just luck. All I did was listen to and put into practice the advice of Ilsinhongseong.”

Then, Ilsinhongseong burst into a pleasant laugh on the horse he was riding.

“Hahahaha, I just told you what I saw. By the way, my limbs have caused trouble.”

He must be talking about Yeja.

Beom’s brow furrowed.

“Trouble? I just had a fun bet with Su Seon Ye.”

“Is that so? You certainly had a fun bet. If I have a chance later, I would like to try it at least once. Among the many subordinates, he designates the child he has chosen and accelerates time to watch their lives and growth… I have lived for many years, but I have never seen anyone use the law of time in such a way to make a bet.”

Beom’s mouth was parched.

Yeja clearly said.

He, Ilsinhongseong Yedeong’s limb and arrow, came to kill Cheonbeom.

The reason is Ilsinhongseong’s grudge against Ohgyeonggyeju, and since he is a disciple who inherited the mantle of Ohgyeonggyeju’s divine power, blood will inevitably be shed.

So, he couldn’t be indifferent even after seeing Ilsinhongseong, whom he met here unintentionally.

His body and mind were tired and his heart was bitter after finishing the fight with Heonwon Sword, but he didn’t know he would meet Wonseon in this situation.

‘I wish it was the Sword Slave instead.’

He would try to control him, but he would have no intention of killing him.

But Ilsinhongseong is different.

He will want to kill Cheonbeom, who inherited the Gongbeop [cultivation method] of Ohgyeonggyeju Sinwi, no matter what.

You can tell just by the fact that he appeared now and blocked his path.

“If Ilsinhongseong wants it, I will be honored at any time.”

“Is that so? That’s very good. Let’s make a bet with me since we met like this.”

“…What kind of bet do you want?”

Then, Ilsinhongseong took out three arrows from the quiver hanging on his waist.

“I’m quite good at archery, so I’ve heard the sound of being called a master archer since I was young.”

Ilsinhongseong Yedeong.

His weapon is a bow and arrow.

There is even a saying that he is a descendant of Ye, who shot an arrow and dropped the sun.

There is no way Beom would not know his archery skills.

In the first place, Yeja, who came to him, was also one of Ilsinhongseong’s arrows.

“I’m going to shoot an arrow one by one from now on, so would you like to try to avoid it?”

“Ilsinhongseong’s arrow?”

“Yes, originally a bow is a tool for hunting. So I have liked bows since I was young. To be precise, I enjoy the process of chasing prey and finding traces until I shoot an arrow and hit it.”

Cheonbeom’s eyes narrowed.

Ilsinhongseong. He didn’t seem to have any intention of letting Beom live.

“Do I just have to avoid it?”

“If you get hit by an arrow, it’s my victory. If you don’t get hit, it’s your victory. How about it? Isn’t it a fun bet?”

There is no refusal.

Beom nodded his head.

“I’m going to shoot a total of three arrows, so try to avoid them. If you avoid even one, I’ll let you go today.”

Ilsinhongseong put an arrow on the bowstring and pulled it back.

The target is Cheonbeom.

“Let’s see how long your lifeline is.”

Squeak.

The bow screamed at the pulled bowstring, and the surrounding Seongi [spiritual energy] concentrated.

And soon.

When his hand released the bowstring.

‘Simsimyo [a powerful artifact].’

The Simsimyo inserted into Cheonbeom’s finger emitted a small light.

Swoosh.

The mysteries of the time law of Byeokgongbu Chongmyeol [a powerful technique], unfolded with Simsimyo, dominated Cheonbeom’s body and accelerated it several dozen times.

Cheonbeom felt as if the time of everything had stopped.

In the time that seemed to be moving alone, he took care of Hwadam and Tamhwa and looked for Ilsinhongseong’s arrow.

But no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find the arrow that had left the bowstring.

He wondered if he felt the power of space, so he looked around, but he couldn’t feel any waves anywhere.

Beom had no choice but to spread his wings and invoke Byeokryeok Cheongpung of Yeonghwabi to use Dunsul [escape technique] to the extreme.

When he spread four wings, he cut through the sky at a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye.

How far did he fly?

He thought that he would have avoided the arrow by now, and the moment he slowly released the power of Simsimyo.

Poohwack!

“Cough!”

An arrow was lodged in Cheonbeom’s chest.

“As expected, you learned Byeokgongbu Chongmyeol of Ohgyeonggyeju. You’re that bitch’s disciple.”

Ilsinhongseong stood next to Cheonbeom, who had flown tens of thousands of miles, and watched as if it were interesting.

“Keuheuk, Kkeuaaaaack!!”

Cheonbeom groaned in excruciating pain and tried to pull out the arrow, but for some reason, Ilsinhongseong’s arrow became one with his flesh and bones and would not come out.

To pull this out, he had to break the flesh, blood, and bones made of swords.

“It doesn’t come out. Because it’s that kind of arrow.”

Ilsinhongseong sneered and looked at Beom.

“It will give you constant pain. It will gradually dig into you and scatter even your Seon power [immortal energy] at the same time as endless pain. You will not be able to pull out or break my arrow, Ilsinhongseong. The will of that arrow and my principles will prevent it.”

Then he said.

“The law of time is useless to me. My arrow will not miss its target.”

Ilsinhongseong aimed at Cheonbeom again and pulled the bowstring.

Whoo-oong!!

It’s different from before.

This time, the power was stronger.

Numerous Seongi concentrated on it as if a storm was gathering into the bow.

Cheonbeom’s Adam’s apple drew highs and lows.

None of Ilsinhongseong’s words were different.

The arrow lodged in his chest caused endless pain and began to scatter the Seon power gathered inside him.

Thanks to that, his complexion began to turn pale and he was full of cold sweat.

‘I don’t have good ties with arrows, whether now or then….’

It seems that he doesn’t have a good relationship with arrows.

Cheonbeom bit his lip hard.

The arrow lodged in his chest is so painful that it interferes with his thoughts.

But he had to think.

He’ll die if this goes on.

He doesn’t want to be shot with several arrows in his back and die again.

His whole body is shaking.

Is it because the memories of that day come to mind, or is it because the arrow of the person in front of him is fierce?

No matter which one it is, there is only one thing Cheonbeom can do.

“It seems like you have no intention of avoiding it this time.”

Pee-yung!

The arrow was shot.

Cheonbeom thought.

‘An unavoidable arrow.’

Then he has to block it.

He doesn’t know if that’s possible, but he has no choice but to do what he can.

‘Ilsimmancheonokgyeong [a powerful defensive technique].’

The illusion of a small mirror appeared from Beom’s chest and covered it like a Hosinmak [protective barrier].

Following that, Hyeongakbulgoe [another defensive technique] densely filled all sides, and Ssangmyeol and Guhwando Nachal appeared in manifestation.

In an instant, Gwimu [demonic energy] was cast, and evil spirits swarmed, and the Bulcheonbulbyeok of Ssangmyeol roared sharply and soared as Noejo [a mythical bird].

The purple lightning wrapped around Ilsimmancheonokgyeong and Hyeongakbulgoe, and the jet-black Gwimu covered it, manifesting as an Incomplete Great Demon, and its energy was truly enormous.

A demon king with three goat heads and six arms.

Cheonbeom, who was surrounded by it, gave the viewers an indescribable impression.

“Tamhwa….”

Cheonbeom called Tamhwa with a painful expression.

Tamhwa appeared in an instant and manifested as Oryong [a five-clawed dragon], his true form close to eight hundred Jang [a unit of measurement], and wrapped around Beom as a snake wraps around a fly.

“Excellent.”

Ilsinhongseong Yedeong purely praised the tremendous sight.

But.

Poohwack!!

Ilsinhongseong Yedeong’s arrow did not touch any of Cheonbeom’s divine powers that had blocked all sides in an instant.

It just pierced his chest.