Chapter 145

Boom!
The shape of the Emperor’s Sword changed from moment to moment. With a great sword that was bigger than any other sword, it sliced through the entire range with the momentum of a single sword, while countless sword feasts that had turned into dozens of sword remnants moved towards him. It was.
“You’re even going to extend your sword?”
I didn’t care about his ridiculous reaction, and I began to handle the sword.
He said, “The Yi Qi Sword.
To wield a sword freely and without restraint.
“Move the sword with chi.”
This can be taken to mean that the same energy and power of the sword in the air as it is in the hand.
“If you can handle the sword as you would whip a horse.”
This is different from the concept of non-sword arts, where you throw a sword and attack your opponent. If you were to throw a sword, it would have no support in the air and would be less powerful.
However.
However, in the case of flying swords, you’re aiming at your opponent from a distance while simultaneously unleashing the power of the sword, just as if you were swinging it directly at them.
“You’ve really changed the Emperor Sword Form to your liking.”
I shook my head at Kwangseung’s words.
“It’s the Emperor Sword Form, which means it’s the sword form of the Emperor.”
“What does that mean?”
“As the claimant to the throne of the sword, I seek to represent all swords in all their glory.”
“The throne of the sword, how arrogant.”
I grinned from ear to ear. Call me arrogant. Call it rabid.
“You can’t call me arrogant when I’m that close.”
“Greedy.”
“I am not yet young, senior.”
The man laughs in disbelief. The answers were abhorrent, but he said no more, not wanting to retort.
Dozens of strands of sword hilt instantly turned into thunderbolts, and the greatsword’s form transformed into a thunder dragon, which began to follow his movements and burst here and there.
The sight of a bolt of lightning tearing through the air and a thunder dragon filling the air above the unarmed man was more jaw-dropping than any other martial art.
“Spectacular, but also unnecessarily flashy.”
Even as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes, Guang Shuangxiang continued to swing his Qingyun Red River Sword several times to dispel the energy. The incoming thunderbolts somehow twisted and deflected before reaching the hem of his robe.
A stream of determination unlike any other.
It was a stream of particles that the eye could not count, each one getting in the way of a bundle of thunderbolts before they could reach it. It was like a boulder blocking the way to a flat passage, but I thought it great that it could deflect my attacks with the lightest of tricks.
But I, too, was not helpless.
I was able to carve up the intangible particles that the Berserker controlled with my lightning bolts, burning away the area he could exploit.
“Clever.”
He nodded in approval and brushed off the lightning that had burned his sleeve. I didn’t miss the time between the stone beak’s disappearance and the creation of a flat path once more.
Toward the path, the thunder dragon’s jaws snapped open, and it swooped down to engulf the entirety of the monk’s body.
* * *
As I watched and admired the movements of the Grand Duke Namgungban, who did not retreat in the face of the thunderbolt attack, the Unseen One, I thought, Quang!
The flowing Qingyun Red River Sword, the intangible aura, and the movements that seemed to be my own territory, I could not help but feel that I could not live.
“…….”
Black Lake was lost in thought. For some reason, the movements of the vaunted master were unfamiliar.
“Do you know that Cheongsung has been a Taoist temple since the beginning?”
The roots from Mount Qingcheng are not Taoist, but a killing system.
Ever since he met Guangsheng, Black Lake had been maximizing his killing movements, but the more he moved, the more thirsty he became, whether it was in the battle with Elder Eight or in the Northern Ice Palace.
And finally.
I just realized why.
* * *
“So, you still remember the time when you were commissioned by the Sal Realm, but you forgot about the time when you were living after the chase.”
Despite Kwangseung’s ridiculous response, Black Ho could only nod in agreement. Traces of the past lingering in the distance.
Kwang Seung-ja nodded seriously in response to Black Ho’s simple, unassuming response. He took a step forward and grabbed Black Tiger’s wrist.
Before he could react, his wrists were in Kwangseung’s grasp, and while Black Ho was bewildered by the sight, Kwangseung was ready for an answer.
“I’m going to find out everything about you from now on.”
“……Yes.”
“A killer’s body is different from a martial artist’s.”
That’s why only a master can do it. who can examine the body of a black tiger and understand it.
“……Yes, sir.”
The alien energy that had never been allowed into Black Tiger’s veins and arteries, which had never been allowed into anyone else’s body, began to gallop, as if it were a reflection of the fierce temper of the Lightning King.
Even as he felt the alien energy piercing through his veins and veins, Black Ho used his extremely disciplined body and mind to endure the pain by closing his eyes.
Seeing him like that, Guangxiang raised the corner of his mouth. There was something abnormally outstanding about this Black Lake.
“I’ve realized that I can’t take care of the people I should be taking care of, but I can’t take care of the people I should be taking care of. I guess it’s called fate.”
Even though it was wrapped up in the word fate, Kwang Seung-ja was still nervous. It’s not so easy to escape from the killing world.
It’s a world of killing that Kwangseung knows all too well. The world of killing is a volcanic place that, despite its seemingly naked and insensitive exterior, is seething with activity, and it is cold to the word betrayal.
The fact that he escaped from such a place alone is astonishing.
It was strange that he had escaped from what he had only known as the peak of his powers.
It must be a pain that pierces through the flesh to break through the countless obstructions. Nevertheless, looking at Black Lake, who didn’t shed a single tear, he heatedly moved his aura as if he could see through everything.
Then, with a determined expression, he recovered all his energy.
“…….”
“Elder.”
“You know it’s a trick.”
“……I am vaguely aware of it.”
“Have you even learned it?”
“I’m not sure.”
You’re not sure.
If you’ve learned it, you’ve learned it, if you haven’t learned it, you haven’t learned it, what kind of ambiguity is this?
But Kwangseung nodded his head. Then his gaze fell on Black Ho. He shakes off the cold sweat and meets Kwangseung’s strange gaze.
“……You read that there is something in my body.”
“Yes. Are you ready to listen?”
“Yes.”
After blowing out a sigh, Kwang Seung opened his mouth to speak.
“Now you have put a ban on yourself.”
“……You mean the ban?”
“Yes.”
“A ban?
I put a ban on myself, why would I do such a thing?
Black Ho opened his mouth to speak, but Gwangseung beat him to it.
“I don’t know what kind of killing system you remember, but as you know, they pay for treachery.”
Black Lake nodded at the mention of the unwritten law of killing. It was something he couldn’t possibly not know.
“……But it’s strange to think about, how you survived.”
Asking about how he had survived meant that none of those who had dipped their toes into the world of killing and then turned their backs and fled had ever come out alive.
The one and only fugitive.
That was the Black Tiger.
“All of your qi is clogged up. You’re full of energy.”
“……?”
“It’s deformed and twisted.”
Black Ho was puzzled. But Kwangseung said that he was the one who should be embarrassed.
“Let’s go back to the beginning. Tell me about the Guishikdai method.”
“……The deafening method is to stop breathing.”
Stop breathing, even stop your heart from beating. The body temperature is artificially lowered and the pretense of life is removed. This trick, which few people know about, is rarely used. If you don’t wake up in time, you can sleep forever.
But what is this trick anyway?
Black Ho himself is here because he was awakened from his sleep.
He was discovered by the people of the Southern Palace at the right time, and their connection brought him here.
And then.
“You still haven’t awakened from your stupidity.”
Black Lake froze in his tracks at the words of the great master.
“You have not only shut down your five senses, but you have also artificially twisted your aura so that even the part of your brain that should have been connected to them is asleep. All of your senses have failed to awaken.”
“That, that means…….”
“The reason you can’t remember everything is that there are still memories and senses that are deafeningly asleep.”
Hearing that, Black Lake stopped being dazed. It was so shocking that it was hard for him to respond, but it was impossible to deny it.
There was no reason for him to lie to himself.
“Find it.”
“…….”
“Did you say you spent nine years with him?”
He had spent nearly a dozen years with the Grand Duke of the Southern Palace.
“……Yes.”
“That would mean that the way to be freed from the prohibitions of the Great Law of Eating is not time, at least not if you want to be freed.”
As Kwangseung said, it should have been resolved long ago. Otherwise, why would a part of him not return?
“You can feel it when you encounter some kind of trauma, some kind of past pain, so dwell on it, and only then can you regain it.”
Kwangseung stops his horse and looks at Black Ho with a strange gaze. Kwangseung looks back at him with uneasy eyes.
Then he realizes that the corners of Kwangseung’s mouth are open, showing gaps, and he shakes his head.
“……No, I’m just envious of him. Why does he have such good luck?”
I wondered what he meant.
The corners of Kwangseung’s mouth opened as if he had read Black Ho’s expression.
“It means good.”
As Kwangseung turned and looked at the Southern Palace in the distance, I heard him say that I was the luckiest man alive, though I couldn’t understand why.
* * *
And only now do I think I understand why he said that.
“I found ……1.”
Jumsoi.
Suksoo.
Gisheng.
An official of the Wuguan court in Anhui Castle.
A samurai wearing a robe bearing the mark of the Southern Palace.
And at the front of the line is a man in black robes,
who exudes an aura very similar to Black Lake’s, smiles grimly.
The moment he hears the word “No. 1”.
He shudders as if he’s been struck by a thunderbolt, and his mind flashes as if the heavens and earth are shaking in his head.