Although he became the public enemy, he did not care.
This is because he was already treated this way even before Sang Ilshin’s remarks. He already got used to being hated. He didn’t care because nothing would change even if I was hated more than this.
‘It was also the cursed poison.’
Gu Shinhaeng definitely mentioned cursed poison.
As Pyo-wol had guessed, he was using cursed poison to impose a restriction on children.
There was no way to get out of their grasps not unless they got rid of the insects or the cursed poison in their body.
Fortunately, their hell call did not work for Pyo-wol.
‘I have overcome the cursed poison thanks to the snake venom.’
Pyo-wol thought he was lucky.
He was not bitten by a snake in anticipation of this particular moment, but as a result, this was his way out of their restriction.
This gave him one more weapon to escape from them.
Lim Sayeol said that he would give the children time to rest until they were put into the mission. Although the children couldn’t catch Pyo-wol, who had learned the unknown swordsmanship, it was decided that training beyond this would not have much effect.
The children breathed a sigh of relief when they said that they could rest with peace of mind.
They haven’t slept comfortably for a single day in the past six years.
Their hatred towards Pyo-wol remained the same, but for now, they wanted to rest without worrying about anything.
As Lim Sayeol said, the children were given a sweet rest.
The children stopped all of their training sessions and enjoyed the time given to them.
Pyo-wol also enjoyed a break in his residence, the first sector. However, his rest was different from that of other children.
Pyo-wol checked everything he had learned.
The Thunder-Splitting method, unknown swordsmanship, and the other countless killing methods fluttered in his head.
The skills seemed so different from one another that they could never become one, but he felt like they could be united if done well.
Pyo-wol did not know how great the work he was trying to do. Perhaps if another warrior had known his true intentions, he would have wrapped up the rice balls and dried them (아마 다른 무인이 그의 속내를 알았다면 주먹밥을 싸 들고 다니며 말렸을 것이다).
It was such a risky endeavor.
It was not even possible to try unless the person’s martial arts reached the peak and has an accurate grasp of themselves.
In such a dangerous attempt, Pyo-wol tried to trust only his senses. This was nothing new to Pyo-wol.
So far he has always been relying on himself.
There was no one here to teach him proper martial arts.
Those who could only teach the art of killing, the instructors, did not give them in-depth prowess or martial arts.
What they wanted was a murderer who can only obey their orders. An assassin.
Therefore, they only taught them how to live at the necessary level, and they couldn’t expect anything more than that.
If they want to achieve a higher level of growth, they have to achieve it through their own efforts. And Pyo-wol had a stronger desire for strength than anyone else, and was accustomed to working hard.
Concentration that others would have admired if they had seen him was a daily routine for him.
Pyo-wol used the unknown swordsmanship and killing methods, while unleashing the Thunder-Splitting Method.
Shish!
A sharp cracking sound echoed in the darkness.
The faster Pyo-wol moved, the sharper the sound became. His movements were already far beyond the level of children.
Heart rate (心速).
Now he was able to volley an accident enough to split a thunderbolt. (이제 그는 내리치는 벼락을 쪼갤 수 있을 정도로 사고를 발리할 수있었다.)
It is a matter of instantaneous judgment and decision making. The acceleration of his thoughts (加速) had a great impact on his physical abilities.
Although the herbivore was crude, the speed was absurdly applied. (비록초식은투박하지만, 빠르기가 비상식적으로 발라진 것이다.)
All of these were the effects of the Thunder-Splitting method.
Pyo-wol delved into the Thunder-Splitting method to the point of obsession. His method of cultivation was developing more bizarrely than the direction the man who had created it had intended.
If Pyo-wol had a proper teacher, he would have already been severely scolded and made to learn a safe foundation. However, if he had done so, Pyo-wol’s Thunder-Splitting Cultivation Technique would never have developed the method beyond the creator.
Rather, it was a paradoxical situation in which he had a achieved greater growth without a teacher.
The acceleration of thinking brought the expansion of the imagination.
One of the most important things in martial arts was imagination.
Even if everyone else said no, those who realized one by one based on their extraordinary imagination were bound to achieve outstanding growth. Of course, the reality was that only a few people have tried it because of the immense risk.
There is already a proven safe path, so there is no need to walk the unknown path full of risks.
Most of the prestigious sects were like that.
They have established themselves over the years, so a stable growth is guaranteed. That is why most people want to become students of prestigious sects.
Pyo-wol didn’t know that.
He didn’t have the usual common sense that people of Jianghu have so he didn’t know people usually choose to learn stable cultivation methods. So he was able to push through with the risky thing he’s about to do without hesitation.
To others, his location was a dark, dark space, but this place was like a painting for Pyo-Wol. Here, he continuously imagines and turns the picture in his head into reality.
Pyo-wol imagined a connection between the Thunder-Splitting method, the unknown sword-fighting method, and the killing method.
It wasn’t easy at first.
No matter how imaginative he was, it was possible to create something out of nothing. Pyo-wol didn’t have that much capability. Instead, he had a sense of wonder.
The fine sense he had honed in the dark instinctively showed him the right path.
Pyo-wol thoroughly trusted his senses.
Because of that, he was able to survive until now.
Cissit!
Every time the surface moved, the air trembled terribly.
‘No, not like this. I have to move more stealthily.’
It was good to move quickly, but he could not dream of approaching the enemy secretly because the sound was so sharp.
It had to be quick and stealthy.
Pyo-wol recalled a ghost. He practiced how to move around like a ghost and tried to become like it.
Sweat flowed non-stop from his body but it did not interfere with his movements. Except when sleeping and resting, Pyo-wol devoted all of his time to training himself.
He didn’t even come to the underground communal hall.
Because of that, he couldn’t even see the other children’s faces. Even though he didn’t get along with them and was separated from them, he didn’t feel particularly lonely.
But it was not the same case for the other children.
While he was training, he felt a presence moving from this area to the work area.
Pyo-wol stopped moving and listened quietly.
“You’re here right?”
“It’s awful. To be alone in a place like this.”
“He’s a really unique person. Rejecting the company of others and choosing to live in such a dreary place.”
Through the darkness, the voices of children were heard.
Ordinary people would hear it as just a faint murmur, but Pyo-wol’s senses have already gone beyond human limits, so he could accurately distinguish the owner of those voices.
‘So Yeowol, Lee Min, So Gyeoksan.’
The three children cautiously entered the area.
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