Chapter 185

The Demon Clan has been destroyed,
and Shangguan Shixiong is dead.
Nevertheless, Guo Qiu’s movements were unhindered, and his momentum increased.
It was as if he was betting everything on his victory over the Southern Palace Master.
In stark contrast to Nangong Mu Bai’s calm eyes, Guo Qiu’s red eyes were glowing as he stretched out his hand.
Kwah!
Guo Qiu’s explosive killing blow roared out, striking Nangong Mu Bai’s sword face. The increasing acceleration and unparalleled destructive power made him forget all about his appearance.
Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. Unlike all the attacks he had blocked or parried so far, he felt something was wrong the moment he blocked them.
However, without backing down, Nangong Mu Bai gripped his sword with the corner of his mouth and fixed it, a declaration of his will.
“That’s how it should be.”
As if amused, Guo Qiu spread out his palm, scattering killing light. True to its name, it was imbued with the destructive power of a wall bomb.
It was enough to shake the inside of the Southern Palace to its core.
“I’m not a flimsy sucker, I’m a real sucker.”
Contrary to popular belief, Guo Qiu had mastered the art to the point of polarity. The desert sucks your soul, sucks your life force. At the same time, it dries you out without letting a single drop of moisture escape.
The shoulder blades were the desert itself.
A desert that was worse than the great ocean of ruin that you couldn’t easily escape once you touched it.
It was a life of its own, and everyone who faced it had to feel stuck whenever they encountered it.
After a few rounds of combat, even the stoic Nangong Mu Baek seemed to have decided that it was enough, and he backed off a bit, spreading out and creating distance.
I said, “Emperor’s army.
Using such a small number.
It was a laughing stock.
It sapped his opponent’s energy and made him lose his strength. Stealing their flow and cutting off their breath.
Opponents who floundered like that could not escape him and would eventually die.
Even if it was the Celestial Divine Sword, the result would be no different.
At that moment.
Paaaaaah!
The sword of the so-called Celestial God Sword grew in size and unfolded into the same emperor sword shape as before. It’s useless. The combination of the Bombing Field and the Suction Qigong was too strong.
The sword form and seven sword strikes are countered by the explosion field, and in one fell swoop, I’ll twist his throat and drain all the moisture from his body with the suction pore.
Let him struggle with his parched flesh.
Kwao!
Emperor Sword Form. Implanted.
The Seven Divine Forms.
The sword form of the emperor, seven streaks of sword power, strikes first into the killing field.
Do this once.
The beam of light dissipated as it met the slash, and the next sword power was launched into the slash. No matter how fast he was, he wouldn’t be able to deceive Gu Qiu’s senses and enter.
Quang!
Again, again, again.
He swung his right and left hands in quick succession, unleashing the explosion field, and the three beams of light shattered in midair.
Only after five attacks had been rendered useless did he find and focus his remaining two swords.
“……m.”
He let out a short groan. The two attacks didn’t hit his neck, heart, or lungs, but grazed his knees.
“Nothing more than shallow water. Fooling the eye.”
Human instinct, the defense against successive attacks, is to protect the throat and head, as these are the best places to inflict a single, fatal wound.
However, attacks aimed at the knees or shins for the sake of a single killing blow rarely happen in a fight between two people who are at the top of their game.
One reason.
It’s too easy to get yourself killed trying to hit a useless part of the body.
In the killing fields of the Shih Tzu, life was thick. It was because he was furious. In an instant, a surge of tension surged out and engulfed Nan Gongmu Bai.
Kwang!
Smoke rose pungently from the binge, and Guo Qiu’s black palm tore through the air as he struck at Nan Gong Mu Bai, who had retreated backwards to avoid the smoke.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
As he’s pushed back, a mouthful of blood once again erupts from his nose and mouth.
Then.
“MiX asshole.”
Bloodshot eyes glazed over. This time, it was because he felt a burning sensation on the back of his foot.
The blood he was spitting out of his nose and mouth right now was nothing compared to the blood he was spewing out for that useless trick.
But why.
Why.
Guo Qiu’s eyes fluttered open.
Gusts of wind rose in his hands. Strange, desert-like winds of dragon power blow in all directions, indicating that Guo Qiu’s anger has reached its peak.
When the killing fields are at their peak, they generate winds like this. The winds of the Dragon Power Wind are so destructive that they can cut through diamonds in an instant.
The emperor sword-type energy from Nangong Mu Bai slammed down towards the dragon power winds of the killing field as it closed the distance.
Clang!
The moment it struck down, Guo Qiu’s expression stiffened.
* * *
Bai Guang’s knees, thighs, shins, calves, ankles, and instep.
Countless slashes, and bundles of muscle were severed.
Simple.
And then, the one-sword of the Southern Palace.
With the sword, a plain, downward thrust.
Boom!
Bai Guang’s expression stiffened as he struck down.
The shape of the great sword remained that of an emperor sword, and instead of the emperor sword’s initial slash, it unleashed an iron sword saber.
And the pressure and momentum was ridiculous.
Thud, thud, thud.
It made Bai Xiaochuang’s giant body shake. Bai Xiaochun’s body tilted to one side, but he finally managed to regain his balance.
* * *
Resonance.
Somewhere, an energy like his own,
and thoughts like his own.
Feeling his sword being lowered, Nangong Mu Baek loosened his tightly set mouth and smiled.
The momentum and pressure of the Emperor’s Sword exploded out from all sides, meeting Guo Qiu’s dragon power wind.
It caused his body to shake. His body tilts to one side before he finally regains his balance.
Guo Qiu’s eyes shake.
“Momentum and pressure alone can cause me to lose my balance? That’s impossible!
He quickly realized why.
“No way.”
It’s a joke.
I used to laugh it off as a joke.
Knees, insteps, shins, calves, ankles.
Every wound, for some reason, hadn’t healed easily and was oozing blood.
Before I could feel the pain, my muscles had stopped working.
Why?
I can’t even recover that much.
“Tendons and muscles are not easily repaired, even by the most skilled.”
Slowly, without the other person realizing it.
Slowly, slowly, slowly.
One move after another, one move after another, led to this.
“I know, this move.”
For the first time, Nangong Mu Baek spoke at length. He spoke for the first time in a long time.
“That there are so many different and practical ways to subdue an opponent. To catch them off guard, to gain an advantage, to break them down.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He clutched his hands soaked in blood. He squeezed the unwilling muscles in his legs, trying to correct his stance.
And then.
“A trick from a boy of only fifteen. Don’t you think?”
A fifteen-year-old boy, competing in a fencing tournament that was reserved for young men of the medicine men, and winning.
In his final bout, he kicked his opponent in the knee, a move that his opponent thought nothing of, but which would prove to be the difference between victory and defeat.
Nam Gung Mu-baek was shocked. It was as if he was being told.
It was as if he was being told,
and it’s not just about overpowering your opponent and winning.
It’s about being strategic, sacrificing for the next move, catching them off guard, and leading them step by step.
That’s what competition is all about.
And there was no mercy in Namgung Mu Baek’s sword as it swept across Guo Qiu’s unrecovered lower body.
Thud!
Namgung Mu Baek’s sword tip was also monotonous and straightforward.
It was an iron sword saber. An emperor sword.
* * *
Kuung!
Bai Guang knelt down on one leg. Even though he was so tall and strong, it was still awkward to be on one knee, as their eye level was not the same.
But that was nothing compared to the outstretched sword.
I was feeling it.
A resonance.
A resonance deep in my chest.
A tremor running through my veins.
Thoughts like mine,
Will like me,
acting like me.
I know it’s far away, I know it’s ridiculous, but it’s clear.
That at this same time, in this same place, I am meeting someone, unfolding the numbers I have thought of.
And it is a greatsword, made of the particles of the Emperor’s Sword.
It is cutting him down in a single blow.
I can feel the white light’s rage, its thick cries echoing through the pressure.
Nevertheless, I slash through the cries and split his head open.
The countless steps it has taken to reach my blade.
All it takes for that seed to germinate is a base.
It was only at this moment, when the basics became the foundation, when the foundation became the foundation, that it truly ‘germinated’.
The tongs!
* * * *
The spatula!
Sixty iron swords made of emperor swords.
This simple sword path was clearly visible, but the dragon power wind that poured out from the opposite side shattered it, causing it to lose its shape.
Guo Qiu’s outburst was brief.
“I didn’t think the Chang’e Divine Sword would have eight children.”
“It’s your fault for not having children, for not knowing the fun of life.”
A single sword sliced from his crown to his groin.
“Children, I’ll have to consider that in my next life.”
“In the next life, I’ll live without regret.”
Seeing Guo Qiu’s bitter expression, Nangong Mu Bai turned around.
His body slowly split in half.
“Looks like it’s over.”
He looked up and saw dozens or even hundreds of corpses.
Huang Bozhong’s fists, which had reached absolute perfection, had no mercy, and he took no time to punch, press, and crush them.
“It’s over.”
“I’m curious.”
Huang Bozhong, who was now known as the King of Kings, looked at Nan Gongmu Bai and raised his chin.
“It’s the first time I’ve heard that the Chang Tian Divine Sword is an Eight Immortal Sword.”
“……I see.”
“How sad for those who have no children.”
Namgung Mubai laughs at that.
Then Huang Bozhong is dumbfounded by Namgung Mu Baek’s words.
“That’s right, why didn’t you make it sooner.”
* * *
Scratch, scratch.
My ears itched unnecessarily. I scratched my ears in frustration and grunted and tucked the black cloth into my waistband.
“What’s wrong with you.”
“My ears are just itchy.”
Is someone cursing at me.
No one.
No way.