Chapter 119

Along with the Shaolin, there was an absolute powerhouse called the Northern Shaolin, the two great mountains of the Zhongyuan Martial Forest.
It was the Southern Honorary Martial Artist, who was both opposed to and coexisted with the Northern Honorary Martial Artist.
The elder of the shamanic sect, Bai Xiaochun, wore a stern expression.
“It’s the Transmigration of the Stars.”
Master Hyun-Young’s eyes widened in response as he realized what it was.
“It’s the resin of the grafting tree, a very fine resin.”
Yihwa grafting.
A trick involving grafting a flowering tree onto another tree and changing it without anyone realizing it.
Hearing this, Hyun-young was stunned. He knew of a number of grafting techniques that could only be practiced by those in the ascended realm.
Even in shamanism, there was one martial artist who had cultivated a representative number of these grafts, making him a shaman and able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Shaolin.
“You don’t mean to tell me that this child’s skills are comparable to the Taijiquan Sword?”
Bai Xiaochun frowned in surprise.
“Don’t get carried away. Calm down.”
Bai Xiaochun scolded his apprentice, then turned to look out over the tournament grounds.
“Is it only in the Ascended Martial Art that one can determine strength and weakness in martial arts, only in the mastery of the Ascended Martial Art?”
“……No.”
“Then.”
The white man glanced at his student, then back at Mo Yongru.
“How shall we deal with him?”
“The logic of Yi Yi Grafting is to minimize one’s own damage by harnessing or redirecting the opponent’s power, which requires a great deal of internal strength and an intimate knowledge of the opponent’s martial arts. One.”
Master Hyun-Young’s eyes widened.
“You may be strong in kung fu and the eighteen and a half weapons, but you will not be able to do so in a simple battle of strength. Therefore, if you can dodge or block all of that young man’s kung fu with the kendo sword and boxing sword, and fight him in a battle of strength, you will win.”
Saying that, Hyun Young lowered his head, and Bai Xiaochuang, looking at his disciple, nodded.
The number of Yi Yun’s grafts is not invincible. However, not everyone can deal with them easily. It would be difficult to defeat it, especially for a young man from the Southern Palace Family like me.
“Bountiful Water Buddha.”
Having finished chanting, Bai Xiaochuang turned and swept his gaze over the seat where the patriarch of the Mo Yongxue family sat. It was clear that Mo Yongxue had other agendas in mind, not only having restored the martial art of duality, but also having unleashed it here.
If it’s to shake off the Mo Yong family’s power, and even cement his place as the Sixth Great Seer.
“……That’s all you’re good for, Bai Xiaochun.”
After saying that, Bai Xiaochun shook his head. Not only Mo Yongxue, but also the other sects and families present, their gazes were also strange.
“I can’t say that it’s a shaman.
I can clearly see that they all have different ideas. If I had to say no, I would say that among the old schools, it was the Qing, Kunlun, and Shaolin, and in the Sixth Dynasty, it was the Namgung and Panga.
Self-reliance.
Seeing that each of them had their own greed, or that they were there for some kind of glory or honor, he thought that the Fengyun Ji Society would be useless.
However, as he pondered this, he saw the great wizard of Qingcheng, the great master of Kunlun, and the great master of Shaolin, and wondered what conviction they had to participate in this event. I just couldn’t understand why they didn’t falter in the face of what was in front of them.
Suddenly, their gazes shifted to the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace, who had just crashed through the gates of the Southern Palace.
“It can’t be.”
The white-haired man muttered to himself, “It must be his own luck.
* * *
Kwang!
The newest member of the Southern Palace was knocked backwards. It had been pummeled by a strange number of blows, its insides shaken, and it had been forced back several times by the twin swords.
Its condition was not good. Blood dripped from the horizontal slashes compared to the unscathed Mo Yonglu.
Without delay, the tip of the katana flicked out like a snake’s tongue, and dug into one of Namgungal’s wounds, his side.
Kaang!
He staggered as if he would fall at any moment. Namgungal could only raise his sword to block.
Nevertheless.
“Are you laughing, in front of me!”
Namgungal smiled at him. Mo Yonglu’s blood-red eyes turned to him, unable to resist the sight.
He was furious that the creature that could take him down with a single sword strike was acting so nonchalant.
He wanted to end it now, to overwhelm him with his power and crush him, but somehow, realizing Du Zhensheng’s painstakingly crafted technique, he stopped attacking.
He simply parried his own twin swords.
He had already pushed him to the limit with his trick of utilizing Du Zhenxing’s strength, but this was not enough. He had to keep driving and driving and driving, until he finally broke down to the point where he couldn’t even offer a gesture of resistance.
That would be the beginning of the end, the beginning of this Moyongru’s triumphant first steps into the world.
Tsk, tsk!
Once again, the newest member of the Namgungal was pushed back. A blindingly fast swordplay unfolded through the twin blades.
It could no longer be dragged around by the swamp-like creature. Mo Yonglu’s twin swords were energized.
The Twin Dragon Wind Sword.
Mo Yong’er is proud of her twin swords. It was said that as one’s cultivation increased, one’s sword wind would surpass one’s sword qi to the point of tearing the flesh of one’s opponent.
“Take note. How much Mo Yong’er has.”
If Du Zhensheng thought he had mastered it, he was sorely mistaken. He practiced his twin swords every day. Lo and behold, you don’t need to be a Du Zhen Sheng to defeat him.
I was going to show him.
The sword winds that rose up with each blow were terrifying, and whirlwinds more fierce than sword qi swirled around the Southern Palace.
The flesh-like energy of the sword winds dug into him as if they would leave no trace. Huang Tianhou, who had been watching the scene, also hesitated and was about to make a move.
Kwajik! Kwajik!
As the sword winds continued to burst forth, Mo Yongru smiled in conviction as he realized that victory was already a foregone conclusion.
At that moment, at that moment.
Quadruple quadruple!
A blue light burst out from the shadows of Namgungal, whose flesh was becoming suspicious as the sound of falling flesh continued.
The rushing sword wind gradually lost its strength.
Pow!
There was a sound of air bursting.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
With a series of popping sounds, the whirlwind dissipated.
Push! Kwajik!
The sword shape that appeared instantly slashed across Mo Yongru from his right shoulder blade to his left flank. The blue particles of light were clearly not the result of the blade he knew, and were at odds with the heavy weight.
“You talk like you know everything.”
Wham!
“Uh, how.”
He was dizzy from the deep wound, a sword wound that burst from his body. His legs gave out, and he stumbled backwards.
When he managed to raise his head, Namgungal stood there, wiping the blue glow off the tip of his sword.
“How dare you stoop so low, Mo Yong’er, how dare you, Nan Gong’er.”
Mo Yongru looked down at himself, wondering what the hell he was talking about, and found himself on one knee. The humiliation and shame that came over her made her sob uncontrollably.
Shame.
Walking with a shuffling step, Namgungal stood in front of Mo Yonglu and placed the blade of his sword on his shoulder.
“You’re really only half a dime,” he said, ”Just as you follow the life that others want for you rather than the life you want for yourself, so is your martial arts.”
Thrust.
Mo Yonglu gritted his teeth as Namgungal slid his sword back into its sheath.
“What are you talking about!”
“Your strengths are not small, but you have forced a mysticism into your body that you have yet to accept, and that’s not half a dime.”
A man who hadn’t even mastered the art of twin swords, and who was so obsessed with his thirst for power that he was only interested in it, was only worth half a dime.
Regardless of what Nan Gungal said, Mo Yonglu felt like his fortress was crumbling.
“I played for seven years in the great hall. I realized what my strengths were, what I lacked, and the path I should take. I don’t deserve to be called a hothouse plant by you. If this fight is unacceptable to you, come back to me, and I’ll take it again and again. Life or death.”
Burrrr.
Mo Yonglu’s body squirmed as Namgungal turned and left the arena. It was impossible to lose so miserably in front of thousands of his peers. Moreover, if Mo Yong’er, who had received all of Mo Yong’er’s expectations, were to fall to pieces like this, what kind of a stranger could she return to?
It’s over. I am finished.
I’m done. I’m done.
Why the hell……!
“Namgungse is not the victor. Your injuries are no small matter, so go downstairs and seek healing from the councilor and take care of yourself.”
As Huang Tianhu’s terse shout ended in applause and cheers from the thousands of comrades, Mo Yongru was left speechless.
That’s right.
Yes, it was him.
A trace of blood glinted in his eyes.
Mo Yongru’s gaze was fixed on a single spot. It was the first outburst of anger he’d ever experienced. A malice unknown to him.
I will kill.
Kill.
He threw himself after the descending shadow, striking both his katana and halberd from thin air.
As he turned to his comrades to announce his next move, everyone covered their mouths at what happened next.
“Kaaak!”
“Mi, crazy!”
“Stop……!”
Their eyes squeezed shut as they realized it was too late.
Mo Yongru’s two swords were about to slash at the back of Namgungal’s neck when he didn’t even turn his head.
Clang, clang, whirrrrrrrr!
“You’ve crossed the line, so pay for it with your worthless body.”
Two streaks of blue lightning cut off both arms of the spiteful creature, and it was none other than the one who stared down at the twitching, writhing creature.
“And I will punish the family that made you this way. Perhaps this is not just your family, but the shadow of the Zheng Clan, and Zari himself.”
This was the Grand Duke of the Namgung Clan. After saying a few words to the frozen Nangong Gal about his troubles, he glared at Mo Yongru and Mo Yongbi with a cold gaze.
Mo Yong Bi was also looking down with a face like a demonic beast, locking eyes with the Grand Duke.
How dare you.
Turning my family into monsters just to fulfill your own desires.
The sight of you so shamelessly holding up your face made me want to vomit.
I will surely root him out.