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Flying Stream Connection Personal Seasonal Technique

One Punch

Three Strikes Fist Technique

Part Two

Midsummer

Multi-layered Multi-strike Technique

Tap-tap!

"Krekkuak! Krhaaaaaak! Hukyeokhuk! Kkiyaoo..."

Various screams erupted incessantly from the center of violence. On that day, they had to shout at the top of their lungs and endure tremendous beatings. The martial art that beat them like dogs was called the 'Three Strikes Fist Technique,' a technique with an unmatched name in the history of martial arts. The five of them had the precious opportunity to experience the ignorance of the Three Strikes Fist Technique, which boasted unprecedented fame in the martial arts world.

Why hadn't they tasted the flavor of blood as usual with their swords? Why did our swordsmanship end in vain? Why are we struggling in such pain? Mingboo couldn't find answers amidst the overwhelming shock. They were just being sacrificed in one-sided violence.

The situation ended in an instant. After the firelight flickered and the beans were roasted, those who sprawled comfortably on the ground with pale faces were directly in the direction of Mingboojang.

Those who boasted as the best of Mingwangs, those who claimed to be superior to even the most skilled swordsmen, were beaten to the ground like dust by a mere mountain bandit on a rainy day. It was so unbelievable as reality, too cruel to be a dream. And it was too vivid.

Squirming! Twitching!

The vivid and thrilling sensation of bone joints being sore indicated that the five of them were definitely not simultaneously having nightmares.

Something was wrong.

They should blame their own foolishness for not even considering the possibility of such a thing as a wandering gang in the area of Mudo. They, too, had to surrender all their property to Biryuyeon, just like Minghono Gwigum.

They were currently in a position where they couldn't even lift a finger, so Biryuyeon had to put in some effort to collect the payment.

"Hehehe!"

Biryuyeon smiled with a chilling grin.

The five of them were pitifully stripped naked. They ended up being stripped while trying to strip a woman. It was nothing less than the law of cause and effect. This was the best way to prevent them from ever trying to resist. With this incident, ten people had now been stripped by Biryuyeon.

After this incident, they couldn't help but sneer at the sight of Minghono Gwigum returning naked. Even if they kept the fact that they were stripped a secret, their bruised faces were suitable conditions to be ridiculed.

It was like a dung-covered dog scolding a dirt-covered dog; it was just playing in the dirt. In this miserable reality, there was no shortage of lust for women. All ten of them failed to achieve their goal. It was a monumental failure.

Short-Term Concentration Attribute Special Enhancement Training

Move with intention, not with Qi

Even the students of Cheonmuhakgwan, who know nothing about what is happening around them, are diligently practicing under the rough and ignorant guidance of Yeomdo's discipline.

Introducing, Short-Term Concentration Attribute Special Enhancement Training!

The scorching sun of midsummer was so hot that it could burn the skin.

"Move with intention, not with Qi! Move objects with your mind, not with matter."

The first thing Yeomdo demanded was just one thing.

"Move the water in the jar placed fifteen feet away!"

"And don't use your internal energy!"

The last condition was critical.

"Pardon?"

It was natural for everyone to be startled.

"What do you mean?"

It was clear that it was a very difficult task. It was uncertain whether they could accomplish it with their current abilities.

"Do not attempt to move objects with Qi! Anyone can move objects with Qi. Do not try to manipulate Qi to move objects; instead, move them with intention, with your mind. Do it!"

Yeomdo was not someone to leave them alone just because they couldn't do it.

"Well..."

Everyone was reluctantly obliged, even if they were about to cry. Their special training began.

Sweat poured down their backs like rain.

How much time had passed?

They couldn't tell how much time had passed while keeping their gaze fixed on the bell outside the fifteen-foot range and holding their swords out in a horse stance. Their muscles twisted as they screamed. Ironically, the water in the jar outside didn't even twitch.

If they used Sword Qi, breaking the jar would be a piece of cake! Why did they have to continue this seemingly meaningless task?

"It should be done in a day!"

Yeomdo shouted angrily. It had been two days since they started their special training.

"Do not try to control existence! Do not attempt to move objects with Qi. Move them with intention. When intention arises, Qi naturally follows! Concentrate!"

"If your concentration falters, your opponent will never spare you. The world of combat is merciless."

"Concentrate! When your concentration reaches its peak, masters dwell in another world, in another time."

Yeomdo's teachings were strict. He had a sense of duty that must be fulfilled.

"Do not make a fuss!"

The Cheongwado students maintained their posture as if they were about to collapse. Their posture was simple. They simply pointed their swords at the jar and extended them forward, with their legs in a horse stance and their bodies as firm as statues.

"Focus your mind!"

Yeomdo continued to emphasize the need to concentrate.

"Once gathered, if your mind is scattered, it's over. Before your scattered mind gathers again, the enemy's sword will take your life."

Yeomdo's words were filled with strictness and decisiveness. It was a life-or-death situation now. At this moment, they were dancing on the edge of the blade of death. Practicing such rigorous training under siege from all sides was akin to digging their own graves and erecting tombstones. It seemed simple, but it demanded tremendous physical and mental strength.

Yeomdo's voice in the Short-Term Concentration Attribute Special Enhancement Training was unequivocally firm.

"A lion of Mingboo awaits beside you. Whether you passively let them drag you along or mock them energetically depends entirely on your efforts. Have you engraved it?"

"Yes!"

A resounding voice erupted. Sweat poured down their bodies, the product of passionate effort. The amount of sweat they shed alone would be enough to fill a bucket.

But this was just the beginning. The wall of trials still stood before them, layered with obstacles. Whether they would overcome the trials or hesitate and fall beneath them depended entirely on their own will.

There was still water to be gathered.

"Why isn't Biryuyeon participating in this training?"

During training, Cheongheon asked. It was an unexpected question. Their posture remained unfaltering. Their leg muscles were vigorously screaming.

'Damn, what a pointless question...'

Yeomdo inwardly grumbled, speaking somewhat snappishly.

"He's a hopeless case anyway, so it's a waste of time. Since I've assigned surveillance duty, just ignore him!"

Yeomdo enjoyed seizing the opportunity to vent his frustration shortly. If not now, when would such an opportunity come again!

At this moment, Biryuyeon was fully engaged in a significant task. However, Yeom

do couldn't tell the kids about it. It was their secret, shared only between him and Biryuyeon. He didn't want to risk being beaten up on charges of revealing secrets.

Amidst the scorching sun, everyone was sweating profusely from the special training, and at that very moment! In the forest, there was someone scanning their surroundings with sharp eyes. With his long bangs covering his eyes, he was none other than Biryuyeon.

"Where would be good..."

His gaze, hidden behind his long bangs, was cautious and serious, even exuding a sense of duty. As he searched all directions meticulously, his sharp gaze suddenly settled on one spot. He had finally found his target. His gaze sharpened like that of a hawk targeting its prey.

'That's it! I finally found it!'

Biryuyeon shouted internally.

Under the shade of a beautifully spread chestnut tree, there was a spacious spot bathed in sunlight. The rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze was pleasant enough to lift one's spirits. It seemed impossible to find a better place anywhere else. There was no other famous place like this. It was unparalleled.

"Ah! Perfect! This is it!"

The sky was high, the sunlight was warm, and the wind was refreshing. Inhaling deeply the scent of lush greenery, Biryuyeon sprawled comfortably under the shade, as if lying in a big bed. Looking up at the sky buried in the ground, only white clouds floated leisurely.

"Peaceful!"

Peaceful?

In a situation where enemies are lurking everywhere, ready to cut off their breath at any moment, where is it peaceful? It couldn't be anything but a very unique sentiment.

Biryuyeon showed utter indifference to the intensive training and fervent passion under the scorching sun, seeking only a peaceful spot to take a nap. Moreover, their tireless efforts had finally secured a magnificent spot.

"Shall I take a nap or doze off?"

Without paying attention to the surroundings, he slowly closed his eyelids. The breeze brushing against his ears was peaceful.

Days passed, and two days passed, and three days passed.

It was ample time for the Cheongwon Swordsmen to prove they weren't fools. As time went on, they gradually accepted Yeomdo's teachings and became more proficient. Though the degree varied, the results were evident from the teachings. Even though they considered them competent individuals, it would be a great offense if there were any fools among them.

Yeomdo's teachings were by no means easy, but everyone was showing small progress.

"정신일도 하사불성! 심즉검, 검즉심!"

Though it's easy to say, putting these words into practice is as rare as it gets. Yet, thanks to the oppressive and rigorous training under Yeomdo and his talents, he was gradually showing more achievements. The time spent maintaining the state of "精神一到" and keeping the unity of spirit and sword was increasing. However...

"Move! Move! Move!"

Shouting with all his heart, but the water in the jar remained unchanged. 

For four days straight, finally, change arrived. 

There was a change in the water in the jar outside the yard. The one who had been audaciously motionless all this time finally moved. A small, circular ripple formed on the surface of the water in the jar. It was just a slight movement of a small circle, but there was a world of difference between being still and moving even a fraction. It was akin to the transition from nothingness (無) to existence (有), indicating that intention was beginning to gain strength. It also signified a significant improvement in his ability to control his Qi.

Without even intending to move his Qi, he moved naturally from his body to manipulate the water in the jar as if he had some will of its own. It was so natural that it was difficult to discern exactly how his Qi had moved.

Three days had passed since the transition from nothingness to existence.

On the fourth day!

As soon as the sun rose, Yeomdo just stood people up. It was finally the promised last day. Judging by the crowd filling the surroundings, it seemed that there would be no more time given.

Time passed along with the graceful movement of the sun. As time passed, the expressions of Cheongeomjo and Jujakdan were beyond words. After a ripple appeared on the surface of the water in the jar, it began to multiply layer by layer.

"Thud!"

When about ten layers of ripples began to appear, the first dropout came. It was Cheongeomjo's Ijinseol. In fact, this training was still too much for her. It had been two hours after the start of the training.

As the ripples continued to multiply, they finally began to rotate slowly, forming whirlpools. Another dropout followed. This time it was Hwasanpa's Hwaseorok. Her delicate legs could no longer endure this training and she hesitated and sat down.

Following her, Danmoksega's Danmoksusu fell. Her cheerful and lively nature could no longer withstand it.

"Thud!"

Another person fell to the ground. Surprisingly, this time it was a man. The first dropout among Jujakdan's men was Geumhosanghoe's Geum Yeongho. His sturdy physique finally declared surrender. He must have lost a considerable amount of sweat in today's intense training.

As Geum Yeongho fell, the next to fall was Nohak, to everyone's surprise. He had been gritting his teeth, refusing to become the first dropout among Jujakdan's men. Therefore, he had no more patience left.

Following him, Hwangboseokyeon fell. Her sense of responsibility as the eldest daughter and her pride could no longer restrain her body.

As the whirlpool grew deeper and faster, the dropouts increased one by one as the water in the jar began to overflow. Their bodies were damp as if they had been dipped in water and came out. Even without showing it, even standing ten steps away, one could easily feel the screams of their entire body muscles.

By the fifth hour, the water in the jar began to tremble and overflow. The centrifugal force of the whirlpool began to break free from the confinement of the jar.

By the sixth hour!

Those who had endured until this point were owners of patience deserving of being called monsters. Their mental states had already reached the extreme.

Only ten people remained.

These remaining ones were now reduced to ten.

Among the men, Moyonghwi, Cheongheun, Namgoongsang, Hyeonwoon, Hyoryong, Janghong, and surprisingly Yoon Junho remained. Among the women, Jinryeong, Namgoongsansan, and Naye Rin remained. They, as the Seven Phoenixes of Cheonmucheilbong, remained until the end, maintaining their dignity. The female members of the Ju Jakdan, Tangmunhye, and Moyongse's Moyongchwi couldn't endure until the end and eventually fell. However, these women not only possessed talent and skill surpassing most men but also had exceptional patience. They were not objects of protection by men; rather, the men they were supposed to protect were plentiful in this world.

Those men seemed to have forgotten their own existence. The illusion of suffering had long departed from them.

The sun was setting beyond Seosan, along with the twilight.

Among the female members of the Ju Jakdan, Jinryeong and Namgoongsansan were the ones who endured the longest. Like the two pillars of Cheonmuhoekwan, they remained until the end. However, the one who endured the longest among the women was not these two.

In front of them, the water in the jars placed before them began to overflow more and more. It felt as if an invisible hand was pouring the water out.

Unexpectedly, Yoon Junho persistently remained. His presence, which had always been lacking, was enough to astonish those around him. There had been a tendency to disdain and ignore Yoon Junho, who always seemed immature and dull. However, this incident proved that Yoon Junho was sufficiently qualified to participate in the intensive training.

Who would be the last one standing? It couldn't help but be a matter of great interest to those watching.

"What's happening?"

Suddenly, Moyonghwi felt a strong sense of unease. Time around him slowed down, and everything seemed sharp and clear. It felt as if he had multiple eyes seeing everything at once. Every sound was crystal clear, separated and transmitted directly to his ears. He felt no pain.

It was a strange and intense sensation, as if lightning were piercing through his entire body. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced since witnessing the pinnacle of the Milky Way Flowing Star Swordsmanship.

From the Baihui acupoint on his crown to the Yongcheon acupoint on his sole, it felt like lightning streaking straight through! A sensation he couldn't regain even if he tried. That mysterious sensation had returned to him now.

Moyonghwi was not the only one who experienced such a unfamiliar feeling. Even the remaining seven female members seemed to have entered a state of egolessness, forgetting even their own existence.

Nine o'clock!

The trembling muscles, which had been writhing and screaming, stopped. The sweat that had been pouring like rain ceased its flow as if it were a lie. It seemed as if their bodies had frozen in time. Even the drops of sweat on their skin seemed to cool and evaporate into the air.

Like people trapped in silence, they stood still, enveloped in the silence and darkness of the night. The sun that had been hovering above their heads had already changed to the moon. Despite the moon rising and tilting, there was no change in their movements. All of them stood still, holding their breath. They seemed serene, as if they had become one with nature.

Contrary to the stillness enveloping them, the water in the jars before them was swirling and overflowing like mad, as if an unseen force was causing it.

Hyoryong had no intention of hiding his skills any longer. Therefore, in this training, he decided to show everything he had and confront it head-on. He had realized that his skills were insufficient to continue like this. Janghong felt the same way.

"Ah!"

Jinryeong, who had been anxiously watching, let out a short scream. Yoon Junho had finally collapsed. Jinryeong, unable to endure any longer, fell along with Namgoongsansan, and now they could only watch without even moving a finger.

Yoon Junho fell quietly. He had already lost consciousness. It happened so naturally that for a moment, he didn't even realize he had collapsed. There wasn't a single drop of water left in the jar before him. A satisfied smile lingered on his lips.

Twelve o'clock!

The day was breaking. The morning sun pierced through the darkness of the dawn, sprinkling golden dust. Another day had passed. The dawn of the morning drove away the darkness of the night and scattered the clusters of light.

Everyone had stayed up all night.

"Splash!"

"Look at that!"

At Namgoongsansan's words, everyone's gaze turned to the jars in front of the seven remaining individuals. It seemed that cracks had formed there. Their senses had developed dramatically due to the special training of seven days.

"The jars are cracking violently! They can't withstand the pressure of the water!"

If things continued like this, they might soon shatter. This phenomenon was occurring equally for all seven individuals.

The gaze of the seven stopped not at the jars but beyond their existence, toward something else.

"Splash! Splash!"

The once small cracks gradually expanded, spreading their influence throughout the entire jar. They were like spiderwebs.

"Splash! Splash!"

"Crackle!"

"Boom!"

Finally, the seven jars exploded simultaneously, like fireworks. Water splashed in all directions, as if rain were falling from a dry sky. The waterstorm rushing in all directions momentarily obscured their view.

When their gaze returned to the training ground, the results were finally revealed.

In the end, there was no one left. All seven individuals, having exhausted their physical and mental strength, collapsed simultaneously.

As the dawn approached, the seven individuals fell asleep peacefully. Sunlight shone upon them, and the sound of birds heralding the morning reached their ears.

The onlookers felt a sense of overwhelming emotion. Only now did they realize that they had passed through a gateway during the night.

Yesterday's selves and today's selves were different. They had changed. They had reached a higher level! A proud feeling swelled in their chests.

Yoon Junho's Episode

Moyonghwi, who completed the training to the end, couldn't be in good shape.

He started the training with wounds that hadn't even healed yet.

Seeing him smile despite his collapsed face, it seemed that he had achieved satisfactory results in his own understanding.

"To endure such intense training with a body in pain!"

Everyone admired Moyonghwi, who fell asleep with a peaceful expression.

What was even more surprising was Yoon Junho. His achievement this time was almost miraculous. Although he wasn't among the final four, he was the one who endured the longest among the others.

It was a remarkable feat. His perseverance and tenacity deserved recognition. Yoon Junho was unexpectedly disciplined.

"How did you grow so much all of a sudden?"

Even Yeomdo, who had barely regained his senses after witnessing the beginning and end, couldn't believe the drastic improvement. He eagerly asked Yoon Junho.

"Yes! I just followed what an old man taught me, and I gradually improved."

"What old man?"

"Yes! He was wearing tattered clothes and liked meat, a strange old man. He

 reminded me of Master Taesa, who resides in the volcano. Oh! Of course, I don't mean that Master Taesa likes meat or enjoys eating flesh. He enjoys vegetarianism."

"Tell me more!"

Yeomdo urged.

"Well, then...."

It was a few days ago.

Yoon Junho had made up his mind to demonstrate the Plum Blossom Swordsmanship deep in the mountains that day. He had a feeling that had been overflowing with energy lately after enduring the harsh training at Cheonmuhoekwan and the intensive training.

This time, he felt like it would go well.

Yoon Junho solemnly performed the initiation ceremony of the Twenty-fourth-level Plum Blossom Swordsmanship. Red energy emanated from his sword.

"Plum Blossoms in Full Bloom!"

"Plum Blossoms Unfurling Charm!"

"Plum Blossoms Reaching Skyward!"

"Plum Blossoms in Abundance!"

As the crimson blade scattered its light, plum blossom petals began to bloom one by one in the empty air. And as the sword dance intensified, so did the scent of plum blossoms. His face was twisted in a comical expression. It was his limit.

"Ah!"

Finally, Yoon Junho dropped the sword he was holding. His whole body was covered in hives, not just a few.

Just unfolding the four consecutive sword forms was a significant improvement. Despite the subtle scent of plum blossoms, Yoon Junho had to furrow his brow.

"Hehehehe! That's quite something!"

At that moment, laughter came from behind.

"Hehehehe! Such an amusing sight! To be a master of swordsmanship at that age. And covered in hives..."

Even with hives still visible on his body, Yoon Junho turned around. His face had a funny look with red spots remaining alongside the hives.

Standing behind him was an old man wearing tattered clothes that must have once been a monk's robe.

"Who are you, sir?"

Yoon Junho asked politely. It wasn't a question asked in a rude manner.

"Who am I? Oh, what a peculiar kid you are. To be so skilled in the Plum Blossom Sword Style at your age, and with such a strong fragrance... Your achievements are as remarkable as mine!"

"Who are you?"

"Hehehe! I'm Yuhwan Kwon, known as the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal in the Volcano Sect. Just as crazy about swords as anyone! That's me!"

Yoon Junho nearly became a mess. His eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Are... Are you referring to Master Tae?"

Yoon Junho's eyes widened. It was astonishing to see someone like Yuhwan Kwon, the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal, a top master of the Volcano Sect, in front of him. Moreover, his attire, though worn and tattered, unmistakably belonged to the monks of the Mu Dang Sect.

If that was the case, then the story... There was a rumor that passed by during a conversation with Master Tae that stuck with Yoon Junho.

"There's a brother in the Mu Dang Sect who's crazy about swords and has become a wreck... His name is..."

Yoon Junho asked cautiously.

"Did you know Brother Noh?"

"Hmm? Haven't I mentioned it yet? People usually call me the Master Swordsman. It's not a very famous name!"

He insisted that he wasn't famous, but to Yoon Junho, it was a name he had heard with a piercing ear.

"I apologize for not recognizing you, sir."

Yoon Junho hastily bowed. If Yuhwan Kwon, like Master Tae's Plum Blossom Sword Immortal, held a position as prestigious, it meant that he was an owner of a rank so high that Yoon Junho couldn't even look up to.

"Hey! Excessive politeness can sometimes become impoliteness, you know. Such greetings make me feel itchy and uncomfortable all over. More than that, I'm curious about you, boy."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Well, isn't it obvious? I'm talking about your inadequate Plum Blossom swordsmanship that doesn't suit the Plum Blossom Sword Style."

The eyes of the old monk were full of interest.

"Um... So, you were ostracized because of that?"

"Yes!"

Yoon Junho replied with a defeated face. Thinking of the past made his heart heavy. Of course, it wasn't about being ostracized at present.

"Ostracism... A longing for the feeling, huh?"

It seemed that even the Master Swordsman had experienced ostracism. 

"Did you, too, have such an experience, sir?"

Yoon Junho was astonished. Confessing the experience of being ostracized by fellow disciples to the Master Swordsman, a grand master of the Mu Dang Sect, was a fresh shock to him.

The Master Swordsman nodded.

"Once upon a time, such a thing did happen! Those who stand out from the crowd are bound to face restrictions from those around them."

The talents and abilities of the Master Swordsman were outstanding, but among his peers at the time, only a fellow disciple, Kong Son, showed superior qualities.

And in any society, exceptional individuals walked two paths. They either became objects of admiration and respect, or they became targets of ostracism and isolation from the group. Kong Son, being a polite and reserved figure, became the former, while the Master Swordsman became the latter, facing ostracism and isolation from his peers.

"Those who cannot accept that there might be someone better than themselves are fools! Those who are weaker cannot stand the threat directed towards them. Because they have always looked down on and trampled on those weaker than themselves. They fear karma! They are afraid of the world not conforming to their standards, fearing that those stronger than themselves will trample them. So they cower and shrink. That's what the phenomenon of ostracism in society is all about."

"Then, me..."

Yoon Jun-ho's words were abruptly interrupted by Hyun Geum-ja, so he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Then what kind of guys are those who torment and ostracize those weaker than themselves? Hey! Why are you asking such an obvious question?"

Yoon Jun-ho looked puzzled, portraying that he didn't understand what was going on.

"They're obviously mentally immature brats. They're selfish and egotistical, ignorant fools who are clueless about reciprocity! They're worthless idiots who only care about themselves, immature fools. In short, they're clueless! They have an immature mind that doesn't even consider how their actions might affect others. When you see people like that, quietly ridicule them! And if you still don't like it, it's okay to smack them hard enough to set their butts on fire. But hey! Just remember this one thing! Just because others engage in immature nonsense doesn't mean you have to join that crowd of fools!"

"Yes…."

With a firm look from Hyun Geum-ja, Yoon Jun-ho nodded silently.

"Originally, idiots, idiots, fools, and imbeciles become more beneficial to society the more they're opposed."

"Yes, Senior!"

"Senior? Call me Master instead! Sounds better, right?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Mas-ter!"

Hyun Geum-ja emphasized each syllable.

"Yes… Yes! Mas… Master!"

There was a slight reluctance, but Yoon Jun-ho couldn't resist.

"The laws of the world are stern, strict, and fair, so those who look down on others will eventually receive their due. If not in this life, then perhaps in the next."

Jun-ho thought the old man seemed a bit too forceful for a master. But his words were undeniably true and deeply resonated with him.

"Normally, those kinds of guys, when you become stronger to the point where they can't chase you anymore, naturally fade away. Let me teach you a few methods."

With sparkling eyes, Hyun Geum-ja said. He seemed like a child who had found an interesting toy.

It had been nearly 20 days since this conversation began.

After hearing the story, Yeom-do said, "Wow! So that old man taught you various things. But he told you not to reveal your identity or what he taught you?"

"Yes!"

"In other words, he made a deal!"

Yeom-do exclaimed in admiration. It was typical of Yoon Jun-ho to obtain something without even realizing it himself.

"Is that what you call a deal?"

Once again, Jun-ho lacked self-awareness.

"So did you think he gave you something special?"

"I thought I had to eat some ancient elixir or inherit a fortune left by someone who fell off a cliff…"

"Exactly!"

As soon as Yeom-do nodded, his fist flew towards Yoon Jun-ho's head.

"You fool! Did you really think you got something special? When you meet a strange connection that benefits you, that's what you call a deal."

Rubbing the bump on his head and with a puzzled expression, Jun-ho pondered deeply. To the onlooker, he seemed immature and clueless.

"Did I really gain something special?"

But there was no one to answer that question for him. Yoon Jun-ho remained unaware of whether he had become stronger or weaker.

While colleagues pushed their physical and mental limits to explore new heights in endless patience, what was Biryu-yeon doing? What was he doing when others gained a sense of accomplishment through their sweat? What was he doing while others reveled in the joy of heartfelt emotions? "Yum yum!"

At that moment, Biryu-yeon was sound asleep. Despite sleeping outdoors without even a blanket, the chilly morning dew meant nothing to him. He was a proud owner of a splendid record of sleeping for three days straight. Morning dew and the coolness of the earth were negligible concerns for his enduring vitality and adaptability.

"Yawn!"

As the warm morning sun began to tickle his face, Biryu-yeon finally opened his eyes. His every action exuded leisure.

"Grumble!"

As soon as he woke up, his stomach clock informed him that it was mealtime. This clock was accurate to a fault.

"Zap!"

When Biryu-yeon gestured with his eyes, an apple fell from the tree nearby. It looked delicious. Despite not being picked by a crow, it fell without any apparent reason. It couldn't be anything but a presumptuous apple. Although it was still green and not yet ripe, it posed no hindrance to being eaten.

"Um! Shall I have fish for breakfast?"

Fruits were merely warm-up exercises before the meal.

Biryu-yeon, sitting among the trees, was situated near a pond where water pooled from a nearby stream.

To have fish for breakfast, one needed fish. Fishing required a series of tasks. However, there was no fishing rod on any part of his body. Furthermore, he was still lounging against the trunk of a tree, comfortably lying down.

All Biryu-yeon did was gaze calmly at the deep, blue pond. He seemed to have an air of determination about dissecting the pond.

"Oomph!"

Surprisingly, a change occurred in the pond. It might have been something wrong with the world. How could such a thing happen if the world wasn't going mad? It was unbelievable.

A disturbance began to form in the middle of the pond, and swirling water quickly formed into a large whirlpool. Then, from the churning vortex, a large fish sprang out with a splash, as if the lake itself had thrown it.

When the fish rose above the surface of the water, Biryu-yeon flicked his left index finger lightly. The Neural Staff moved smoothly, and before he knew it, he had a freshly caught fish in front of him. Then, his right hand's blade danced gracefully over the fish, and in no time, a plate of fresh sashimi was ready.

"Alright! Let's eat."

Due to the children all collapsing, they decided to end their breakfast with a simple serving of raw fish. As always, Ryu Yeon thought of himself as an exceedingly noble and magnificent leader.

Ryu Yeon's hand began to skillfully manipulate the chopsticks dazzlingly. The fish couldn't be fresher.

Galg Hyo-bong's Unstable Golden Priesthood

While the students of Cheonmu University were pouring their efforts into short-term intensive training, Cheonji Ssangsal was deeply troubled by a certain problem, leaving him with no leisure to focus elsewhere.

The unexpected event that suddenly arose drastically changed their plans. The crucial move they needed to make didn't go as smoothly as anticipated. Moreover, it turned out to be defective, causing serious trouble. 

"Another one died."

"Another one?"

Cheon-sal's face contorted mercilessly. The subordinate who approached to report had a gloomy complexion, as if they had just emerged from a swamp. They could sense the commander's deeply wounded mood. At times like this, he always felt the threat to his life simultaneously. Reporting news under someone who was as capricious, cruel, and casual about killing as having three meals a day was not a favorable duty. If one lacked the courage to risk their life over trivial matters, it was not a task one would willingly undertake. He took pride in his work.

This was already the seventh report of its kind. There was no room for theoretical doubt that this was extremely bad news that would thoroughly upset the mood of the recipient. Especially lately, there had been no good news at all, so his life had already been wagered and was now waiting for the last day. His abdominal organs had long since been destroyed by anxiety and tension.

Private First Class Number Twenty-Seven of the Vanguard Squadron trembled in fear. It wasn't the first or second time his neck had gone cold due to the energy emanating from Cheon-sal when delivering such reports. These were the Cheonji Ssangsal, who could slice through their subordinates like blocks of tofu with no hesitation for simple, ignorant, and clear reasons.

The fear and dread they harbored in front of them were not just the shame of soldiers. It was just a natural reaction as living organisms! It was absurd to try to explain physiological phenomena.

"Damn it, why is this guy so persistent since he learned the secret arts! Why is he so persistent? If he doesn't stop overlapping his spells soon, he might go berserk any moment... Ugh!"

Cheon-sal grumbled continuously, wearing a displeased expression. The only fortunate thing was that Twenty-Seven had no immediate intention of throwing out his neck in frustration.

"If it weren't for the Blood Jade Tablet!"

Cheon-sal spat out the words. Jisal nodded in agreement.

"We have no choice! We have no right to resist the authority of the Blood Jade Tablet!"

"Ah, I know! If only that rat-faced guy hadn't come smiling and handed us the Blood Jade Tablet!"

If it weren't for that, he would have immediately sent them packing. He didn't care if it was military or naval affairs.

However... they couldn't dare to resist the unfathomable authority of the Blood Jade Tablet. Under the authority of the Blood Jade Tablet, they had to follow orders without hesitation, regardless of the means or methods.

"Is there really no other way?"

Relying on a weak potion was not a particularly desirable method, but it seemed they had no choice but to use the Magic Spirit Pill from the Secret Potion of the Secret Arts. It was better than leaving it be and turning it into a mere ornament. There was also some unknown person lurking around. Maintaining the encirclement any longer was practically impossible. Soon, the Shamans might notice too.

"It's unsettling!"

Finally, he reached into his bosom. A small potion was in his hand. He felt a sudden regret, but Cheon-sal suppressed the feeling. However, even this patience was ultimately futile.

Three days later!

Cheon-sal shed tears of regret as he watched the Magic Spirit Pill he had thrown into the air. He had invested ten years of effort... but he hadn't received the corresponding reward.

Hyo-bong ended up going berserk. He never imagined that the Magic Spirit Pill he cherished would act as a detonator.

It was the evening of the day when they overcame a major hurdle in Mugo Seonghwi. Namgoong Sang went to find Ryu Yeon in order to hear the answers to his questions and to calm his mind by expressing his grievances over the past.

However, if anyone had expected answers or advice from Ryu Yeon regarding something, it was undoubtedly a mistake on Namgoong Sang's part.

"Cowardly bastards!"

Namgoong Sang was incessantly complaining in front of Ryu Yeon, not understanding what he was so dissatisfied with. It was an impatient appearance.

"Why? Because there are many enemies?"

"Yes!"

"So, it's unfair?"

"Yes! It's too cowardly. The majority trying to bring down the minority! Ugh... cowardly bastards!"

"Are you stupid?"

Stupid!

That was the final conclusion Ryu Yeon made about Namgoong Sang.

"So what are you going to do?"

"What can I do? Isn't fighting the only option, Your Excellency?"

"But why are you asking me? The outcome is already clearly predetermined by your decision. Is there a need to confirm with me about the decision you've made?"

"... "

Namu Gungsang was tongue-tied and couldn't respond. Bi Ryu-yeon continued to drive nails into Namu Gungsang's heart, which had been silenced.

"Originally, this damn world is like a fabric woven with irrationality and absurdity. Moreover, it's common for the bad guys to overpower the minority with the majority. In fact, even generals use the majority of their troops to defeat the minority during war; that's the essence of military strategy. That's what a proper general does. Victory in war comes first, and the distinction between good and evil comes last! But just because of that, are you going to give up here? Just because it seems like your opponent has more power than you? Can you kneel and bow your head before them? If you can do such a pathetic thing without hesitation, surrender would be a good option! Will you do that?"

Bi Ryu-yeon fired questions mercilessly. Namu Gungsang felt a chilling sensation as if his heart was being pierced by a sharp dagger.

"Ah... No! I will fight to the end. Even if it means my death."

"Whack!"

"Ouch!"

With fiery determination, Namu Gungsang's face erupted. Ryu-yeon's fist ignited against Namu Gungsang's face. Inadvertently, Namu Gungsang fully absorbed his punch. The price of absorption was a painful sensation, enough to make his teeth tremble.

With a dumbfounded gaze, Namu Gungsang looked at Bi Ryu-yeon, who expressed an attitude of certainty.

"Hey, you fool! The purpose of fighting ultimately lies in trampling the enemy ruthlessly and surviving! The concept of sacrificing oneself is just an excuse for the weak!"

It was an opinion so radical that it could be considered excessive.

"Namu Gungsang, the leader of the Vermilion Phoenix Faction!"

"Yes!"

Responding with tense readiness to Bi Ryu-yeon's call, Namu Gungsang tightened his body.

"Survive!"

"Yes!"

"That's all I'll say! No matter how loudly you shout that the world is irrational, you can't change reality. Breaking that irrationality and standing up as if you can change something is up to you, to survive. No matter how solid that irrationality and absurdity seem, there are always flaws! Consult your own will to survive! Experience will guide you. Never expect my help! This is your trial, not mine!"

Namu Gungsang bowed his head deeply. It was a cruelly pragmatic statement, to say the least, but Ryu-yeon's attitude seemed natural.

"Yes!"

With a defeated voice, Namu Gungsang replied.

"Gungsang! The stars are bright!"

"That's right."

What does talking about stars at such a serious moment mean? His mind was thoroughly confused. There was no time left for stargazing.

"Like silver coins shining in black silk!"

"That... is true."

Why would a discussion about value and money suddenly come up? Suddenly, he felt perplexed.

"Think about Young-i!"

At Bi Ryu-yeon's words, Namu Gungsang trembled as if struck by lightning. This was the decisive blow.

"It's good to cling to a single value in order to survive. As Lim's friend, nicknamed 'Mountain Bandit,' said, 'There's no man foolish enough to die leaving behind a woman he loves! A bigger fool than that doesn't exist in this world!' Do you know who's an even bigger fool?"

"I don't know."

"It's the man who couldn't protect the woman he loves. If you're a man, you should cultivate that kind of strength yourself!"

"Yes, Dae Sahyeong!"

Feeling as if an arrow had pierced his heart, Namu Gungsang's body trembled.

"Is there a woman with enough value for execution?"

Bi Ryu-yeon smiled faintly.

"Hehe! Well... Whether she exists or not, it doesn't matter to me! I'm not weak enough to place a woman's life above my own!"

Was she there or not?

"Why?"

"Because I won't die anyway."

Namu Gungsang thought that it was an extreme pride, the pinnacle of self-esteem. And looking at Bi Ryu-yeon's face, full of peace and composure, he felt a strange sensation that everything would be resolved. Hope arose in Namu Gungsang's heart once again, as profound as the first time. He wasn't as pessimistic as before.

"I'll be busy again from tomorrow."

"Yes!"

Namu Gungsang never forgot the beauty of the stars he saw that day. There are indeed many things in the world that are truly absurd. They constantly blur our vision. In such a world, what should we do?

The deep sea of stars didn't provide him with an answer.

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In-depth research on capturing women's attention

"Hoo!"

Bi Ryu-yeon sighed with a face full of anguish.

"Phew!"

As if harboring great concerns, he alternated between gazing at the moon and the stars.

"How should I handle this?"

"What are you talking about?"

It felt awkward to see his usually serious face now contemplating something entirely out of character.

Yum Do seemed to harbor even radical thoughts of ripping out eyeballs rather than witnessing the agony of Bi Ryu Yeon. He preferred to quickly hear about any concerns and promptly solve them, as it was more comfortable to be by his side.

If he made another unreasonable mistake, it would only be his loss.

"To further advance your relationship with a woman, what should I do?"

"Pardon?"

The moment Yum Do heard Bi Ryu Yeon's words, the strength in his tense shoulders seemed to dissipate. He had thought Bi Ryu Yeon was deeply contemplating something serious, only to be confronted with a question about dating.

Yum Do felt a strong sense of regret, as if he had made a mistake.

"I worried about this person for nothing..."

It was undoubtedly his own mistake. He momentarily forgot that there are people in this world who don't need others' worries or care.

As for dating, it was a vulnerable area for Yum Do, considering that each person has their own expertise and weaknesses.

"Well, perhaps invoking sympathy would work?"

Yum Do offered uncertainly, relying on some uncertain knowledge he had picked up somewhere.

"Sympathy? What's that?"

Bi Ryu Yeon asked, with a puzzled expression that hadn't been there before.

"What else could it be! It's like having compassion for the weak!"

"Is that actually a real emotion?"

"Pardon?"

Yum Do's face was filled with a strong assertion of disbelief as he looked at Bi Ryu Yeon.

"Don't people just mock the weak?"

Bi Ryu Yeon's expression was one of genuine curiosity. Yum Do looked at Bi Ryu Yeon with wide eyes, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Clearly, the master told me so..."

Bi Ryu Yeon still couldn't shake off his perplexed expression.

"Hmm... to invoke sympathy... How do you do that?"

"First, you have to become weak!"

Yum Do replied bluntly.

"What exactly does it mean to be weak?"

Bi Ryu Yeon asked seriously.

"Hmm! That's a difficult question to answer."

In truth, Yum Do couldn't accurately explain what being weak felt like, as it was far from his own experience.

Like two monks discussing a koan, they both fell into contemplation.

"Should we give it a try?"

Yum Do thrilled at Bi Ryu Yeon's faint murmuring. It was the moment when he entertained dangerous and absurd thoughts.

"Oh... no!"

Yum Do inwardly cried out. A silent scream tore through his heart, leaving him disoriented and shaken.

The vision of Bi Ryu Yeon began to fade away from him. He had to grab, to stop, to prevent! Reason screamed, and emotions boiled fiercely, but his body remained motionless. One nightmare was more than enough. Two were one too many. Bi Ryu Yeon's figure drifted further away. Why couldn't he reach out and grab him!

Yum Do suddenly felt like crying. The unpredictability of what might happen next, anywhere, anytime, was too terrifying.

And as predicted by Bi Ryu Yeon, the next day turned out to be the busiest day of that summer.

[Reckless Rampage]

"Argh! Argh!"

As the alcohol spilled, it nearly choked him.

Just as the revelry was reaching its peak, there was the sound of something breaking. Chengsal furrowed his brows.

It seemed like it was time to put an end to this drunken revelry.

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

Chengsal spat out his characteristic curse.

"Argh! Ahh!"

The cries of his subordinates echoed in his ears. Judging by the decreasing intervals between the screams, it seemed like they were helpless.

"What's going on? This is unlike you to make such a mistake!"

Jisal shot him a slightly reproachful glance.

"Who could have known it would come to this? I've lost a valuable wager!"

Not only had he lost the bet, but the damage was also severe. He had completely lost control. It was already beyond his grasp.

"He's turned into a mindless beast!"

Jisal muttered.

"This is a headache..."

"Where could he have hidden?"

"He must be acting on instinct! To survive! And to kill properly! To hunt prey!"

"Thunk!"

The cup in Chengsal's right hand fell onto the table with a loud sound. Little did he know, it would be the last cup he would ever hold.

The two locked gazes and quickly moved to another location. Their subordinates hurriedly followed suit. All that was left in their wake was the abandoned table, littered with unfinished drinks.

The weather was exceptionally fine. The wind's strength and temperature were just right. Even the temperature in the shade was ideal.

Having just finished lunch, satisfaction filled their stomachs. It couldn't have been a better time for a nap. Leaning against a tree in the shade, Biryu-yeon murmured softly. This shade was among the best he had discovered after a long period of exploration.

Since that day, Biryu-yeon had been providing this resting place for his colleagues. It was a benefit of the respectful tree. Today, as always, Biryu-yeon came here to enjoy a sweet nap, ignoring his colleagues who were diligently practicing.

"Nice. It's a beautiful day!"

A smile spread across his face.

"A perfect day for a nap!"

Even though the tension surrounding them hadn't dissipated, he remained tranquil and carefree.

Feeling the gentle breeze on his cheeks and the coolness creeping up his back in the shade of the tree was delightful. Despite the rigorous training under Yeomdo's harsh discipline, Cheonggeomjo and Jujakdan were still under rigorous training.

"Keep up the good work! Well done!"

Since sending silent cheers required no money or effort, he could afford to do this much.

The mission Yeomdo had taken on this time was heavy. It was not only to protect the officials from Cheonjisangsal and his subordinates but also to ensure that they all survived unharmed.

How long had it been since he closed his eyes?

"Clang! Clang! Chae-angchae-ang!"

"Swish-swish! Shwick! Shee-eyek!"

The sound of swords cutting through the air tickled his ears. The magnificent movements of a dozen or so swords made the atmosphere scream. At first, it was a faint sound, but now it had become a loud noise that could pierce eardrums and shake mountains. The sword wind stirred the air.

A smile crept onto Biryu-yeon's lips. It was then.

"Thud!"

At once, hundreds of birds took flight from all over the mountain. Birds of various colors flew up as if fleeing all at once.

A slight furrow appeared on Biryu-yeon's forehead.

A piercing sense of danger!

"Guests will be arriving soon!"

He was the owner of a vile vitality that could overturn the entire peak. A person tightly bound with abnormal vitality. The essence of vitality was increasingly rushing towards this dormitory.

"Do you want some Pyrado?"

The vitality that stimulated the skin was so intense that such thoughts were not at all strange.

"The nap is over! It's a rare opportunity, but..."

It wasn't easy to find a place like this. Regretfully, Bi Ryuyeon got up again, as if refreshing her appetite.

Resisting the temptation of a sweet nap with formidable patience, Bi Ryuyeon rose from her seat and moved her hands to withdraw the barrier of the Noryeongsa she had set up around her.

Flying Thunder Blade (비뢰도) - Secret Technique (비의) - Barrier (결계) Chapter - Sky Thunder Net (창천뢰망) - Withdrawal (회수)

Transparent silver threads spread in all directions, unraveling one by one like knots being untied as Bi Ryuyeon's fingers moved, and they were gathered back at her command. The sunlight sparkling through them was so beautiful, almost mysterious. It was like a dance with the light.

After finishing withdrawing the boundary barrier, Bi Ryuyeon soon moved her steps towards the dormitory where an unexpected visitor was sure to arrive. It seemed like today would be a bit busy.

"They're coming!"

"They're coming!"

"They're here!"

Rustle!

Various birds nesting in the mountains flew up into the sky as if covering it entirely. The vitality was felt not only by Bi Ryuyeon but by everyone present. The visitor's vitality was so overt that if one couldn't sense the blatantly intense vitality vibrating the entire mountain, it would be a deficiency in the qualifications of a high-level practitioner.

Finally, the time had come. Except for the bystanders who had become spectators for some reason, everyone had endured rigorous training under Yeomdo's leadership for the sake of this day. It was a fact that everyone here empathized with.

Except for the bystanders who had become spectators for some reason, everyone had endured rigorous training under Yeomdo's leadership for the sake of this day. It was a fact that everyone here empathized with.

The bystander was currently in a sleep state due to the manipulation of his blood essence. It was due to the interference with the special reinforcement training. Dealing with the bystander's issues had been a hot potato since the start of the special training. Bi Ryuyeon and Yeomdo had also struggled with this problem.

"What should we do?"

Yeomdo asked before starting the special training.

"It's annoying! They'll definitely interfere, won't they?"

"Of course. It's obvious they'll notice if we suddenly change the training schedule. They're not the type to accept any excuses. Isn't it stubbornness?"

"Let's put them to sleep! They must be tired from teaching students these days."

"That seems to be the best method indeed."

Nodding, Yeomdo casually touched the blood essence of the bystander who was enjoying post-meal relaxation. For the next week, he would be able to sleep deeply. Yeomdo believed that the sleeping pills received from Tang Sam would greatly enhance the effect.

With this background, the special training began. And now was the time to test the results of that training.

The vitality finally approached. Tension filled everyone's faces.

"Here!"

Having collided head-on with Gal Hyobong's pair of swords and his face, Mo Yonghwi had rushed in rashly. Even though Cheongheun had scolded him for being impatient, it was already too late.

Boom!

A tremendous explosion resounded through the mountains, signaling the start of the blood battle.

Mo Yonghwi vs. Gal Hyobong's 2nd confrontation

Even the names of the Cheonggwan members, who had endured the long and intense emergency short-term concentration special reinforcement training, couldn't avoid being in awe of the Heavenly Crane Sword and the Nameless King Sword.

Students realized that it was much easier to block their combined attacks by mixing swords with enemies in their reports.

They were much less tense and more comfortable than when they fought last time. It even felt leisurely. Naturally, the attention of the Cheonggwan members was focused on Cheonji Ssangsal and Gal Hyobong.

As expected, the two were in the midst of the fight.

Mo Yonghwi's sword, shining like the brilliance of a star, forced Gal Hyobong back. But Gal Hyobong's pair of swords were no less formidable. With red as blood, the blades were emitting a fiery sword energy, dissolving the meteor sword energy.

Mo Yonghwi was putting in all his effort, pushing Gal Hyobong with desperate attacks. He couldn't shake off the feeling of urgency.

"Do you feel threatened? Don't you want to admit your fear?"

Bi Ryuyeon's observation was her own impression, as Mo Yonghwi couldn't find any leisure.

Namyung Sang asked with a curious expression, "Why? How can you know that?"

"You can tell by looking at the sword! It's obvious."

Namyung Sang seemed puzzled by Bi Ryuyeon's answer.

"Look at his sword! You can't find any leisure even if you close your eyes and look! It's because he's instinctively feeling the sense of crisis and getting desperate that his mind is reflected in the sword like a mirror."

"The sword is too rough! It's not the stable sword he showed us before. His sword used to be so cool that it could chill, but now it's filled with heat!"

The sword reflects the mind of the swordsman. Because emotional changes are reflected at the tip of the sword. It's not an exaggeration to say that the sword is the shadow of the swordsman and everything.

A red mist-like sword energy enveloped the surroundings. It felt unpleasant as if blood turned into mist and enveloped him.

"Thump! Thump!"

What technique would he show this time? Mo Yonghwi finally noticed that his heart was pounding due to excitement. He was enjoying this fight. He could die in this fight if he wasn't careful!

"What will he bring out this time?"

Six sets of footsteps surrounded him in a circle, converging upon him as if to attack. He couldn't even guess which one was the real body. He had no choice but to slash at all six apparitions simultaneously. Moyonghwi swung his sword with all his might, unleashing the ultimate technique of the Galaxy Flow Great Opening Sword:

Galaxy Annihilation, Cosmic Roar!

The two perfected martial arts clashed at one point with immense force, a tremendous collision of power. There was no room for compromise, just a head-on battle!

"Kwakwagwang!"

The power of the Divine Sword Technique engulfed the surroundings in light and thunder, causing the heavens and the earth to scream. Storms raged in every direction.

Sword energy, akin to shooting stars, extended in all directions, annihilating the six phantom images like paper targets. However, Moyonghwi himself didn't escape unscathed. Despite barely managing to ward off the attack, his previously healing wounds reopened, blood trickling out.

"Urgh!"

The impact was so intense that his legs trembled, but he seemed to have succeeded in blocking it.

"Be careful! It's not over yet!"

Hyoryong warned Moyonghwi, whose guard was slightly down.

"Is it not over yet?"

For a moment, Moyonghwi sensed an overwhelming presence, realizing he was exposed to danger.

"Where?"

The answer came from above.

"Above!"

Fortunately, Moyonghwi's response was quick enough by half a second. If he had been any slower, he wouldn't have survived. Despite the shock that felt like his shoulder was dislocated, Moyonghwi furrowed his brows.

"Did I miss it? Still, it's a small price to pay for saving my life."

It was a business deal where a dislocated shoulder was a remaining asset.

As his adversary disappeared into thin air, Galhyo Bong retreated outside the courtyard, not without injuries himself. He was far from being in a triumphant state; his body was covered in numerous minor wounds.

"Oh no! The Macro Thunder Separation Sky Mark!"

Hyoryong exclaimed unconsciously, forgetting the most important items for a spy: calmness and composure.

Deeply engrossed in the battle between the two, Hyoryong suddenly felt an unusual energy.

"Huh?"

Finally noticing the unusual atmosphere around him, Hyoryong quickly looked around. Everyone's expressions seemed vacant.

"Why?"

Hyoryong wore a puzzled expression.

"How did you know the final attack was coming from above?"

"Uhh... I just felt it. A feeling!"

Hyoryong stammered in response, a lie, of course. It was a skill that couldn't be captured with the eyes. Thus, it was named the Hidden Technique!

Perhaps no one here would have noticed it. Otherwise, how could it be called a secret technique?

"Then how did you know the name of the martial arts?"

"What do you mean? The name of the martial arts?"

Hyoryong's eyes gleamed sharply, and his lips trembled.

His mouth slowly fell open.

"You clearly said it earlier. You said it was the Macro Thunder Separation Sky Mark! I'm sure everyone here heard it. How will you explain this fact?"

"Gasp! Oh no!"

It was an obvious and colossal mistake. He was embarrassed. His complexion turned pale. He needed an excuse. But what could he say in this situation?

He knew the answer to the question, but it was a matter he couldn't speak about aloud.

How could he say in front of them, "Because I learned the Galactic Blood Shadow Sword Technique. It's the legendary technique that only direct descendants of Gal Jung Hyeok can learn. Impressive, isn't it?"

Bitter blood filled his mouth. It was a mistake to let his guard down. Just because they didn't rush in all at once during the last attack didn't mean they wouldn't do the same this time! Forgetting such a simple principle in a moment of distraction... Regret flooded his chest like a torrent.

"Die!"

With a sword deeply embedded in Moyonghwi's flesh, Cheonghwi screamed, pulling out a small knife with his right hand at head height. His left arm was rendered useless as Moyonghwi's sword had been sent flying during the ambush just now.

"Thud!"

Cheonghwi swung the small knife with all his might. A flash of light flickered.

Swish!

"Gasp!"

Cheonghwi couldn't fully channel his will.

His hand, which swung with force, no longer held the small knife. Not only that, but the hand holding the knife was cleanly severed from his wrist, now missing. A stream of blood spurted from the severed edge.

A sword strike so swift that no pain was felt! The protagonist of this sword strike was none other than Samsul Sword Cheongheon.

"Thwack!"

In a fit of rage, his sword flashed a second time, cleanly separating the spirits of the two enemies from their bodies. Thus, the Chohon Ogui Sword left no survivors.

Blood flowed down the Cheongheon sword.

"Ugh!"

Samsal growled. Especially Cheonsal's expression was beyond description. Their plan was gradually going awry. Samsal wasn't just watching for Galyobong's intervention; they hoped for him to intervene more.

Even if it wasn't Moyonghwi, there were many places where his strength was needed. If control was already impossible, there was no choice but to consume his strength until completely exhausted in order to fulfill his role perfectly.

For the role of "mass annihilation"!

Cheonji Ssangsal, limbs severed.

"How could this happen..."

It was a big mistake to underestimate them as mere novices. When Chohon Ogui Sword and Myeongbu Ogui Sword, flapping like wings, were suddenly cut down, Cheonji Ssangsal felt an emptiness as if his limbs were severed.

Myeongbu Ogui Sword, which had been fluttering, gained fame with the emergence of Yeomdo. Their actions to block their path with Yeomdo's Way were close to treason.

The price of treason was high.

Cheonji Ssangsal felt extremely resentful towards the Cheonmu Hakgwan fellows who had caused them such emptiness. Unforgivable to the point of no forgiveness!

Of course, they were humans who didn't know forgiveness from the beginning, so the ultimate punishment for such heinous crimes was death.

"Kill them cleanly."

Cheonsal shouted as he swung his sword.

"If I can, I won't bother stopping you! It's natural for a leader to emerge when the underlings die. Come on, let's fight."

Vilyuyeon spoke defiantly. It was the first time for Cheonji Ssangsal to experience such humiliation as a mass annihilation.

"Hehehe! If you wish, I'll annihilate them all!"

"Eek!"

His demonic sword, Guihon, began to echo a sinister sword cry.

"Clang! Clang!"

The spirit of vengeance hanging on his left wrist emitted a faint sound, resonating through the air. The Cheonsal's Toxic Swordsmanship, Chohon Gwiryung Swordsmanship, began to activate.

It was a strange sound, reminiscent of summoning demons from hell.

'What should I do now?'

As Vilyuyeon pondered, he recalled the conversation he had with Yeomdo last night.

"They must weaken! First, evoke sympathy!"

"How?"

"First, run away!"

Vilyuyeon decided to flee for now.

"Eek!"

Cheonsal's sword emitted a sinister sound as it reached out. Vilyuyeon withdrew, escaping from Cheonsal's sword circle. There was no good outcome to being within the range of the opponent's attack.

Cheonsal's gaze narrowed rapidly.

"How dare you!"

He swung his sword again in frustration. However, Vilyuyeon had already fled a considerable distance by the time he swung his sword. Vilyuyeon had already started fleeing as soon as he saw that he could.

"What are you doing?"

Cheonsal shouted as he chased after Vilyuyeon, sending a blast of energy.

"I'm running away!"

Vilyuyeon shouted boldly. There was no shame in retreating according to the plan.

'Why ask when it's obvious?'

Vilyuyeon couldn't understand why Cheonsal was asking about the situation that was so obvious. Moreover, he was getting angry. Anyway, for now, it was best to flee as planned.

"What the hell!"

Cheonsal's expectation that Vilyuyeon's speed would gradually decrease was beginning to rise.

Cheonsal couldn't help but feel incredulous at Biryuyeon's behavior, which was contrary to his initial confident attitude, as he continued to flee. Biryuyeon's frantic retreat seemed far from the bold demeanor he had displayed moments ago, which Cheonsal found unacceptable.

Enraged, Cheonsal swung his sword, the blade striking out wildly in all directions. He couldn't understand why Biryuyeon wasn't falling, despite blood being shed.

"A slippery little eel!" Cheonsal exclaimed in frustration as Biryuyeon skillfully dodged his sword, maintaining a calm demeanor even in the face of danger.

"You were just putting on airs like a greenhorn!" Cheonsal scoffed as he chased after Biryuyeon, intending to mock him now that the opportunity presented itself. His attitude was far from mature.

"Does your master only teach you how to run away? Coward!" Cheonsal's mockery poured forth freely. It was an attitude that lacked any sense of maturity.

But suddenly, Biryuyeon stopped in his tracks, his forgotten master's teachings flooding back to him, dampening his spirits.

"Although I've learned all sorts of trivial things from our master, there's one thing I haven't learned! Do you know what that is?" Cheonsal raised an eyebrow, noticing Biryuyeon's relaxed demeanor. Even though Biryuyeon had stopped, he showed no intention of attacking. Did he have confidence that he could kill Cheonsal at any moment? Cheonsal's expression twisted with uncertainty.

Once again, the energy surged from the tip of his sword, urging for blood to be spilled. 

Biryuyeon grinned mischievously. "One of those things is how to run away! And the second is how to become a coward."

His smile deepened, signaling the end of this fruitless performance. "Indeed, enduring the ridicule of others doesn't suit my nature!"

Biryuyeon's refusal to tolerate the ridicule of others showcased his lack of humility. The Biryu School of martial arts did not exist for the purpose of inviting ridicule from others. In fact, there was no martial art in the world better suited for dealing with arrogant individuals. As he circled around, studying Nayelin's expression closely, he saw no particular reaction from her.

"You haven't learned how to run away?" Cheonsal questioned with a puzzled expression.

"No!"

"And you haven't learned how to become a coward?"

"Of course not!"

Biryuyeon replied confidently. Cheonsal's expression became ambiguous.

"But you...," he paused.

"Yes?"

"If you hide behind a woman's skirt and speak with a serious face, it's not convincing at all, kid! Do you realize that fact?"

"Is that so?"

Biryuyeon still seemed unaware of his own state. He was currently standing behind Nayelin's slender shoulders, only poking his head out. Even with a serious expression, his position lacked credibility. It was unlikely to be convincing.

"Hmm... Operation failed..." Biryuyeon's grumbling about his lack of conviction, without looking around, caused the face of Yeomdo, who was fighting Jisal, to contort brutally. His eyes flashed with anger.

Even though Yeomdo was engaged in a battle, he couldn't help but hear the words of this insignificant intermediate. It felt like his words were piercing through his ears!

"Raaah!"

Yeomdo roared fiercely as he swung his sword with fiery vigor.

Suddenly, the face of Hyuksoun, who had been left behind, flashed before him. It was now a woman belonging to another man. Yeomdo's face seemed to overlap with Jisal's. Although Jisal's physique and appearance were more similar to Cheonsal's, in Yeomdo's eyes, such details were not visible.

"It's not even real!"

Jisal's smile, which Yeomdo had labeled as a death trap, had long since disappeared. His face was distorted with sweat pouring down like rain, making his features resemble a demonic mask.

Jin Hong Shibal Yeom (True Red Seventeen Flames) -

Geomyeon-geup (Sword Flame Qi) -

Je Pal Yeom (Eighth Flame) -

Yeomgyeok (Flame Strike)

The tension rose as Yumdo emitted another ruthless surge of energy, pressing relentlessly forward. Flames fell like hail, scorching the surroundings.

The fiery sparks emanating from Yumdo's blaze crackled like a serpent's tongue, twisting and surging towards the path of Ji-sal's blade, ruthlessly slicing through the air and severing his right hand without mercy. The sizzling sound seemed to echo in Ji-sal's ears as the flesh on his face trembled in terror.

"I'm thirsty! Water!" The agony of thirst only grew deeper with each passing moment.

---

Cheon-sal and Na Ye-rin

- The Relationship Between Female Seduction and Rejuvenation

"You rat of a man!" Cheon-sal refused to consider his sword as anything less than capable of dealing with even a fledgling's threat. Therefore, he was determined to kill Bi-ryu-yeon.

A blue aura shimmered in his eyes as he decided to become more serious.

Forty-Four Soul-Calling Ghost-Slaying Sword Technique

First Move: Ghostly Spirit Suppression

His sword moved slowly forward towards Bi-ryu-yeon, unlike before. It was a speed so sluggish compared to moments ago, yet the immense force it contained was terrifying. Cheon-sal's true strength lay not in the speed of his sword's extension but in its deliberate slowness. Despite his slender frame and thin blade, he had mastered the heavy technique of the collapsing sword, a technique that crushes opponents with the force of the sword aura. It was one of the most powerful techniques.

The ground trembled as intangible pressure flew mercilessly towards Bi-ryu-yeon. "Crack!" Another ear-splitting sound pierced the air. But this time, Bi-ryu-yeon didn't flinch. There was no need to move.

Instead of Bi-ryu-yeon, it was Na Ye-rin who stood with her sword drawn, facing Cheon-sal. He had noticed her captivating gaze from the beginning. It was best to eliminate threats early on.

Without a warning, her sharp blade intercepted his attack. "Clang!" The clash echoed with a scream as Na Ye-rin's sword barely blocked Cheon-sal's Ghostly Spirit Suppression.

The attending officials breathed a sigh of relief. But the situation was far from over. The relief was premature.

Cheon-sal's sword, fueled by sheer momentum, pressed relentlessly against Na Ye-rin. It was indeed a formidable sword technique.

"Oomph! Oomph!" The jade spirit within Na Ye-rin's delicate sword resonated, asserting its strength. A white mist-like sword aura enveloped her blade.

She frowned slightly. She had thought she had exerted most of her strength, yet there was still power left. Her arms ached with tingling pain. The sword turned silver as if a frost had descended upon it. A silvery mist rose to protect her.

"What's your name, girl?" Cheon-sal asked with a curious expression. A young woman, barely twenty, had just blocked his sincere blow. Moreover, she possessed an exceptional beauty that even an old man like him couldn't help but be captivated by. If his cultivation level had been slightly lower, he might have been swayed by her beauty.

"Shoo!" Before Bi-ryu-yeon could intervene, Na Ye-rin stepped forward, blocking his path. "Are private conversations not prohibited?" she said, preventing further interference.

"Are you obstructing?" Cheon-sal glared at Na Ye-rin with a sharp gaze. She nodded slightly, affirming her intention. Her expression remained devoid of any emotions, deepening with each passing moment.

Bi-ryu-yeon retreated behind the folds of a woman's skirt, hiding her figure.

"Hmm... Is standing in front of me implying that you've blocked my sword for her? Does it mean you acknowledge that I'm weaker than her?" 

For now, it seemed to imply such, but whether she harbored sympathy was uncertain. The hint of failure crossed Bi-ryu-yeon's mind. 

"I never trusted Yumdo after all!" 

The cause of failure lay in trusting someone who shouldn't have been trusted. Bi-ryu-yeon wanted to calmly reassess the reasons for her failure one by one. However, Cheon-sal seemed unwilling to give her such leisure.

"Hiding behind a woman's skirt! How disgraceful!" Cheon-sal snorted disdainfully.

"Your values are irrelevant," her voice remained cold and quiet.

"It'll matter soon because you'll soon become the weak one!" Cheon-sal's eyes began to emit a sinister glint.

"If I can kill you, it would be a good challenge to try. Will you kill me?"

"Of course. Why else would you ask?"

At that moment, a bead-like sound echoed in their ears.

Na Ye-rin shivered with a sensation akin to a venomous snake licking her cheek. Warning bells sounded loudly in her mind, but as a disciple of the sword, she couldn't just sheath her blade in vain.

She assumed a more cautious stance, leaving no room for complacency. She couldn't afford to leave even the slightest vulnerability, as any lapse could prove fatal.

The aura emanating from her body grew colder with each passing moment.

"Why is it?" Despite being in a superior position, Cheon-sal's expression remained as stoic as ever. It was like a face that had chewed on bitterness. His face hardened more and more like a statue.

"Why... why doesn't it work?" His torn, snake-like eyes and fierce face were filled with questions. He was captivated by questions he had never encountered before. The sharpness emanating from his entire body, like a blade, became increasingly nervy. Despite holding the upper hand, he was anxious.

"My Gu-Yoan (Ghost Demon Eye) doesn't work on you?" "..." Na Ye-rin felt no need to answer the question that seemed unnecessary to her. His agitation was advantageous to her. She maintained her calm posture without any hint of disturbance.

Cheon-sal's face grew increasingly serious. Despite pretending to converse, he subtly used his Gu-Yoan, but it proved futile.

"Kuhaha! I'm sorry, but I can't let you live! I absolutely cannot. Keeping someone like you alive poses too much risk!" Intense vigor emanated from his entire body. It was a sharp vigor, like needles piercing flesh. Every cell seemed to turn into a sharp blade aimed at her.

Behind her skirt, hidden from view, Bi Ryu-yeon pondered the actions she needed to take.

Unin had one particular habit.

"By the way, what's your swordsmanship? I'll remember it as a gift for the underworld journey!" Cheon-sal asked out of simple curiosity as a swordsman. It was a basic desire for any swordsman to want to know about a swordsmanship they encountered for the first time.

"Han Sang-ok-ryeong-sin-geom (Cold Frost Jade Spirit Sword)!" She replied in an emotionless voice. Cheon-sal's eyes widened.

"Wow! Indeed, the name 'Han Sang-ok-ryeong-sin-geom' is quite impressive." A grotesque laugh burst from his lips, too uncomfortable for a young girl's delicate ears. The chilling sound bordered on sinister laughter.

"Good, good!" He repeated 'good' continuously. It was a different demeanor from when he was determined to kill just moments ago. Encountering a swordsmanship with such a renowned name, recognized by the world, naturally piqued the unyielding spirit of Unin. Even though Cheon-sal had been rolling in the dirt in the desert, the same was true for him. And if it was the secret swordsmanship of the Heaven, Earth, and Three Stars, the Vision Swordsmanship of the Sword Master Lee Ok-sang, Han Sang-ok-ryeong-sin-geom, then there was nothing more to be said. In his heart, as frozen as a winter field under the northern wind, a long-lost sense of determination and interest surged up.

"Kuhaha! Killing you can be done slowly! But before that, let me savor your swordsmanship to the fullest!" His spirit was now pushing aside his vigor. "Kieeek!" Cheon-sal's Sword Ghost sounded like a gust of wind as he unleashed the Gu-gok-seong. It was a sound that hadn't been heard for about five years. It was also known as the Ghost Cry of Summoning Souls. After this sound, there had never been an occasion where the opponent's body remained unharmed.

"Because you're a woman, I won't go easy on you." "I'm not a woman who receives special treatment based on gender. There's no need to go easy just because our genders are different. I've been trained enough to protect my body and eliminate evil." Even facing Cheon-ji-jjim, the worst of the Cheon-ji-pairs, while keeping her composure, Na Ye-rin was receiving a remarkable lesson far beyond her age.

"Your ability to speak matches your pretty face! But even your pretty face falls short of moving my hardened heart." He had long lost any sexual desire. Now, nothing but murder brought him pleasure. The only thing that could make his withered emotions wriggle was the sight of fresh crimson blood. And if he had to choose one more thing, it was a fight. Of course, a fight that didn't make blood splatter wasn't considered a fight.

Obtaining the name of the Sword King through repeated fights was his goal. To achieve that, breaking the Sword of the Sword Master was a natural course of action.

Na Ye-rin's sword tip rested calmly on the air like the surface of a windless lake. Her sword appeared strong enough to withstand any storm without wavering. And it felt extremely cold.

"Wow! Indeed!" Cheon-sal exclaimed. It was truly worth drawing his sword for a one-on-one confrontation.

As Cheon-sal's vigor surged, the grass between them began to wither and die one by one. The space between them had already become a death zone where not even birds or insects could survive. It was a space filled only with the killing intent.

The touch of death gradually extended to Na Ye-rin's side.

"Wooooong!" The pure white vigor emanating from her sword repelled the touch of death, a ritual of intangible death. It was solely reliant on intuition for defense.

Her sword trembled violently. The overwhelming pressure transmitted through the sword was unimaginable. It was the kind of pressure that could shake one's inner blood. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps she had underestimated him. His skill was even more exceptional than she had predicted. Her instinctive warning to herself was definitely not false.

'I can still endure it!' Her gem-like eyes began to shine with unwavering determination. She couldn't retreat now, not even considering her master's honor, the honor of the sect, and her father's honor.

"Jiing!" The silver mist emanating from her sword tip intensified. She was preparing the ultimate strike. The Visionary Swordsmanship of Visionary O, the secret skill passed down through generations, Han Sang-ok-ryeong-sin-geom! Han Sang-ok-ryeong-ki! Biae-muhan!

A blue-green vigor surged like a pressure, as if pushing forward. It was Cheon-san's collapse. It was the collapse of the Poisonous Sword, a martial art designed to crush the opponent with a massive pressure. Knowing the path of collapse didn't mean you could block it. Originally, the collapse was a martial art designed to break through the opponent's defense and strike the opponent. It was impossible to block or avoid the collapse of the masters' martial arts. That's why comprehensive skills were necessary, even if you knew the path of the collapse in advance.

Na Ye-rin's prepared vigor shone brightly.

Han Sang-ok-ryeong-sin-geom O's Secret Transmission Han Sang-ok-ryeong-ki Biae-muhan

The mist-like, silvery vigor emanating from her sword gently reached out towards Cheon-sal. Even as a master, he could feel the unpredictable power concealed within the calmness.

Facing it head-on would undoubtedly lead to a devastating defeat. Therefore, confronting it head-on was dangerous. Cheon-sal also knew from rumors how unpredictable and terrifying the Sword Master's swordsmanship was.

"Suuk!"

There was no feeling. No sound either. Even though he had gone straight at her, there was no sensation of swords clashing, no feeling of blade against blade or sword against sword.

Only a silvery aura enveloped his sword like mist.

"I've been deceived!"

But it was already too late. His sword was completely ensnared by her technique. It felt as if his hand was frozen. Before his eyes, her figure began to blur, as if she intended to conceal her true form within the silvery mist.

"Impossible!"

As if mocking his earlier mistake, he swung his sword fiercely.

"Shiiiiiiing! Kugugugugugu!"

The wind from his sword swept over them. Under the immense pressure carried by the wind, her technique faltered for a moment. In that moment, her true form was briefly revealed through the silvery mist. It was a fleeting moment, but enough for a master like Cheonsal.

Danger!

It was a moment of absolute peril.

Certainly, it was a strike that posed a challenge to her. It wasn't an easy technique to counter. Yet, there was someone who intervened to block the danger.

Between Naye Rin and Cheonsal, a gap had formed.

"The kid is impressive!"

Cheonsal's admiration burst forth. He had never imagined that there could be someone capable of blocking his sword like this, let alone a pair of youngsters, a boy and a girl.

The one who blocked his technique head-on was none other than Biryu Yeon.

The situation was inconceivable. It was impossible to believe that the same person who had hidden behind a woman's skirt and acted like a child could be this authoritative.

"Has this kid suddenly gone mad?"

Such thoughts were not unreasonable.

"It seems the military should take an interest. Allowing him to remain like this could become a problem..."

The sense of crisis deepened in Cheonsal's eyes.

"Haha! What's this? The old man's strength seems to have waned due to age!"

Biryu Yeon didn't hesitate to add fuel to Cheonsal's already burning heart.

"You impudent child! Do you have the skill to back up your words?"

"Of course. I have. Because I am the embodiment of honesty, innovation, modesty, and a righteous life. I don't engage in foolish deeds of lying or denying the truth."

If Yeom Do and Jujakdan had heard this, they would have been stunned.

"Remarkable confidence. Let's see how much responsibility you can bear for your words."

As the cold aura emanated from Cheonsal's sword, his whole body exuded an overwhelming presence. Cheonjissangsal's reputation was not built on jokes or trivial games but on the path of Piwa Do San's swordsmanship. He had gained fame by walking the path of blood and swords. He didn't consider himself as someone to be mocked at the whim of a child's tongue.

In this moment, Cheonsal couldn't deny the burden of responsibility that Biryu Yeon imposed upon him.

"I'll show you. I don't like being misunderstood as a liar!"

"Do you believe you can accomplish it with your skill alone?"

"Of course. More than enough."

Biryu Yeon responded confidently.

---

The Battle Between Biryu Yeon and Cheonsal Chohon Sword

While Yeom Do and Jujakdan fought fiercely, the confrontation between Biryu Yeon and Cheonsal was quiet.

Their distinctive trait was their preference for verbal sparring before engaging in combat, which set them apart from Yeom Do and Jujakdan, who preferred to brandish their swords immediately.

"Ho! Then let's see where your confidence truly comes from."

Biryu Yeon responded without hesitation. He had nothing to hide. He was someone who believed he had no shame in looking up at the sky.

"Surely, it comes from my skill."

"You're too arrogant, kid!"

He was becoming increasingly displeasing to deal with.

"It's not arrogance, it's the truth! A clear and indisputable truth! An immutable fact!"

His response seemed as if even a fool would understand.

---

"What are you looking at?"

Biryu Yeon threw out a casual remark, as if he was addressing a fool.

"H... How can you be unharmed?"

Cheonsal's voice trembled with an unbelievable, utterly unacceptable fear. Two of his most trusted techniques had been rendered useless by the boy. It was a devastating blow to his pride.

Cheonsal began to gather his internal energy, preparing to use his ultimate technique, but Biryu Yeon's steady gaze never wavered. The moment Cheonsal's technique was about to unleash, Biryu Yeon intervened.

"Wouldn't it be better to stop?"

However, Cheonsal was not one to heed others' words. Had they ever listened to someone else's advice before? Never.

Once again, Cheonsal gathered his internal energy to deploy his ultimate technique. Biryu Yeon didn't flinch or avert his gaze. In that instant, Cheonsal felt a surge of fear, unlike anything he had experienced before.

"Krrraaaaah!"

A desperate scream echoed through the mountains. Cheonsal clutched his eyes, as if his very soul had been ripped from his body. It was unimaginable.

Having lost his sight, Cheonsal began to thrash about. A profound terror gripped his heart.

"What kind of technique is this?"

"It's the Absolute Spirit Defense of the Void Path!"

With this, Cheonsal Chohon Sword, who boasted of his yao eye's power, lost it. Along with it, his inflated confidence was shattered. He would never dare to use his ultimate technique again.

For the first time in 30 years, Cheonsal felt true fear. It was a chilling terror that seemed to devour his heart.