Chapter 170
Kwangshin, An Ordinary Day
Cheol Myeong-ho was happier about wielding the Samjae Sword Technique a million times than about killing the Queen of the Ten Thousand Horses.
Dan Woo-seong felt the same way.
Even Gwangshin, who had a rough idea of the process, was impressed. Gwangshin praised Cheolmyeongho.
“So you really did wield the Three Calamities Sword Technique a million times.”
Only then did the others grasp the situation. That gambling den owner had wielded the Three Calamities Sword Technique with truly vicious skill.
Yoo Jeong-hong and Ui-sin also laughed heartily.
These weren’t people who had trained by counting moves like Cheol Myeong-ho. Yet the sheer pressure emanating from a million strikes was deeply impressive even to such masters.
Cheol Myeong-ho first helped Gocheon Hwi, who could still move his own body, to his feet. Then he looked at the Madman lying motionless.
Perhaps because they had both gazed upon the threshold of death together.
Only now was Gwangma’s terrifying, ugly face becoming familiar.
The two exchanged glances and then grinned.
Cheolmyeong-ho reached out his hand as if to hold hers, and Gwangma said.
“My hand’s broken.”
“Ah, right.”
Cheol Myeong-ho, who still had strength left, grabbed Gwangma by the collar, pulled him up, stood him upright, and then hoisted Gwangma onto his back.
There was no other reason.
He carried him because he was his disciple.
It was much like Dan Woo-seong carrying Baek Yak, or Jipya Myeongju Ha Jeong-hak carrying his younger brother. This was clearly different from the reason Cheonma had carried Geomma.
