Chapter 137

A sense of foreknowledge.
I feel like I’ve seen this before. I can’t believe I’ve never experienced it before.
Where does it come from?
Is it the terrifying pressure of the victor you just faced?
It’s an indescribably powerful energy. It’s not an exaggeration to say that I’m overconfident.
Maybe Doo Jeon-sung doesn’t understand him at all, but a strange sensation of discomfort nevertheless stirred within him.
It was a sense of urgency and instinct that I recognized from the moment I accepted the remnants and traces of Doojeon-sung and Dae-yeon.
But the one in front of him.
In contrast to his steady eyes, the smile he wore was chillingly cold and tangled. The back of Mo Yong-yeon’s neck stiffens.
So a feeling of repulsion arises.
No enlightenment, no learning.
I don’t understand why I expect so much from him.
You don’t need to hear or see him to know that he grew up as a plant in a greenhouse while eating elixirs.
His name was An Baek, the Iron-Blooded Sword King, and since the majority of the Sixth Dynasty adhered to the principle of first-born succession, he would naturally follow whatever he was told to do or not do.
When he turned to look, he saw a man who walked in the same era as he did, and who had risen to the rank of Unaeson without lacking anything.
I’m the Southern Sword of Chang Tian. And so is he.
His position is as solid as an immutable truth. In comparison, I am still a lowly patriarch of the Mo Yongxue family.
At the time of his rise to power, he was compared to Namgung Mu Bai countless times, and he was laughed at. Mo Yongyeon worked tirelessly.
In a world where once you start a race with someone, you will be compared endlessly until the end.
Mo Yong-yeon had been compared to Doo Jeon-sung until she met him.
He would meet with the Green Forest and bring back the evil-doers alive.
“The Celestial Sword Castle has smashed several mountains. ”
When he captured the Madhu, the one who can make the heavens and the earth synchronize.
“It was said that the Celestial Divine Sword found the Bunta of Demonism and destroyed it!”
He was ahead of him in every way, and every time Mo Yongyan thought he’d caught up, he’d leap forward.
But not anymore. You’ve been scorned and ridiculed for the past hour, and I’ll give it all back to you, just as Du Zhenxing did.
For now, I’ll break your brilliant son and see if there is still any change in your eyes.
So he thought.
Quang!
To deflect an opponent’s attack, you must know his tricks. You must not merely know it, but you must be able to shape and express it, and have it unfold in your grasp.
This will minimize the load on your body when the divergent duality unfolds.
By the way.
Mo Yongyan’s body flew like a kite off a string and landed on the unarmed head of the unarmed man.
She felt dazed and looked at the young man in front of her.
Why is he still alive?
It must be her mood.
In the blink of an eye, a grouse was once again in front of him, a blue thunderbolt, and a blue bird.
* * *
I stood up under the piercing glares of Huang Tianhou, An Bai, and the others, and I met their gazes calmly.
It took a while for the enlightenment to dissolve. If I missed it, I didn’t know when I would be able to reach it again.
But I don’t recognize myself after I embrace enlightenment.
“Have you come?”
A flat voice, a bored response.
His gaze is already fixed on me, as if he’s seated himself on a throne.
I shake my head and look at Mo Yongyan. The last bit of wood from the barrel had fallen to the ground.
“What can I do, you won’t make it to the finals.”
Maybe he’s right. If, as he says, my enlightenment doesn’t go beyond duality.
“Your odds would have been better if I had played against the winner. Against a powerless me.”
Looking at Mo Yongyan, who giggled, I slowly walked over, picked up the wooden rhythm, and approached Huang Tianhou.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you later. Nagging later.”
“I’m afraid of the afterword.”
“It’s your fault.”
Hwang exchanges smiles with Chen Ho.
I feel that the four days were not in vain.
He realizes that he can smile at Huang Tianhou with a steady heart, not the agitated one he had been feeling for Mo Yongyan.
“You’ve gained enlightenment.”
“It’s small.”
“How far are you willing to go?”
“If you were alone, you wouldn’t be able to stand.”
Huang Bo Gyum put down his pride and faced me.
I flashed back to the feats that Namgungal had endured while fighting Mo Yongru.
Elder Nan Gongyue summarized what he had seen and felt.
Fang Xiang recounted in detail what he had seen and felt while dealing with Mo Yongliu.
Four days of countless mental imagery training had familiarized him with the flow of the Martial Grandmaster Xin Gong.
“See you.”
“Goodbye.”
As soon as I said goodbye to Huang Tianhao, I felt an aura of vitality.
When I turned around, Mo Yongyan was looking at me with a distorted face.
“You dare.”
I dare again. She was always so full of emotions.
“You dare to be so lax in front of me.”
I looked at him and shook my head.
“You are quite the emotional wreck.”
“I am sane. You’re accusing me of insanity!”
Faced with his fury, I decided there was no point in arguing.
And then.
“My belated apologies to the audience, and the bios that are about to begin. Namgungban of the Namgung Sega and Mo Yongyeon of the Mo Yong Sega. I will now begin their duel.”
Huang Tianhu lowered his hand.
* * *
Kwao! Kwao! Kwao!
Like a person facing a slope, I had to step back several times. The repulsive force was stronger than I expected, and I could clearly feel the despair that the three people in front of me felt in front of Mo Yongyan.
Unlike his rapidly fluctuating emotions, his display of stoicism was genuine.
“Fuhhhhh. Nothing has changed.”
No, I was making progress. It’s starting to show.
The world that can only be seen after accepting the martial arts.
I turned and looked, and there were Kwang Seung-Ja, the Divine Monk Hye-Yeon, the Celestial Jade Emperor Jie Gal Zhu Hu, the Iron Blood Sword King An Baek, Ho Tae-Do Fang Gak, and the Heavenly Divine Sword Namgung Mubai.
Six men.
They’ve already seen the energy that floods my body and the world I see.
I realize now that, to varying degrees, I am flowing through a world that has passed me by.
Grain.
The grain that hovers around Mo Yong-yeon, I can see it.
Every time there was a movement, a will to attack someone, a mental image, and then the actual action that followed, the grain would fluctuate.
It was a new world.
Third class, second class, first class.
And then the peak, then the super-peak, then the next peak.
I thought it was all about the cultivation, about going beyond the stages, about being full of strength and overflowing, and about not diminishing the speculation of the flesh over time.
I realized that was not the case. The moment I first met Kwang Seung-ja, I realized that his ability to push me away with his intangible energy and flexibly unfold his aura was only possible because he had this ‘grain’.
Therefore, there was no one who could compete with Mo Yongyan.
Even the shaman’s Taijiquan swordsman.
The eighteenth master of Shaolin.
Even Pang Hyang, the highly anticipated Pang family.
If you don’t see the grain, you don’t know. Mo Yongyan hadn’t reached the Hua Sutra, but she was operating on that ‘grain’.
I needed to be convinced.
Flash! Crackle!
Mo Yongyan’s sleeve moves as she realizes that a grouse has reached her in the blink of an eye and is about to eat her right eyeball.
Parrrrrrr!
Fluttering sleeves, fluid hands, and the grouse follow the grain.
Even in the midst of the huge waves, there are swimmers. It’s part of their determination to survive, to learn how to move with the flow and not cower in the face of huge waves that would overwhelm even the uninitiated.
It’s part of the resolve of the lumberjacks who chop down trees every day with their worn-out axes, chopping down trees as thick as a man’s thigh.
It’s not something you can cook, but something that comes naturally. It’s about starting with acceptance, not force.
Mo Yong-yeon also captures the grouse with a unique aura filled with the mysterious mysticism of ductility and unfolds it fluidly. To me.
Quadruple!
The green grouse’s form disappeared and was transformed into a bundle of power, thanks to Mo Yongyeon’s energy.
I could see him smiling with a pleasant smile. I was ready to fulfill his expectations. Ready to turn it into despair.
Flash! Flash!
Two bolts of lightning cut off the path of determination that was flowing through him. I saw his eyes waver.
Seeing his aura extinguished, I crushed it with the energy of the Greatest Extreme Stretching Ball. Countless blue threads bloomed in the air and flew toward him.
Pabababababab!
Before he could comprehend the situation, he immediately raised both his hands to block the solid lines that seemed to be about to tear him into a thousand pieces.
It was a dizzying display. Seeing that, I was convinced.
“You can’t see the grain.”
It is certainly a mysterious martial art that allows one to utilize the grain without having to reach the subtle mystery of the Qigong.
Although the Supreme Peak and the Hua Jing are one and the same, the boundary between them is a hill higher than reaching the Supreme Peak at the third level.
Du Zhen Shengyi’s ability to cross that thick grass and still be able to utilize it was mysterious.
One.
“What are you talking about?”
He was far from being able to learn and master such a miraculous martial art. It’s about as dangerous as a three-year-old wielding a real sword.
Seeing his face slacken, I blurted out.
“You and I don’t see eye to eye. Just as you should be looking up to the Celestial Divine Sword, my father.”
Barrrr.
As if struck by a thunderbolt, Mo Yongyan’s eyes, which had been trembling like an aspen tree, became increasingly bloodshot.
“You dare to defeat me?”
“Disrespect. No, more like contempt. And I’m insulting you.”
Right here and now, I will cut off his waist.
I will cut off Mo Yong’s waist and dig out his heart, so that he will never again be consumed by such vain delusions of grandeur.
“You’re insane, you bastard!”
I unleashed a series of thunderbolts at the still-unconscious creature.
The grouse stamped with its thundering forefeet.
The grouse flapped its wings and stretched its beak at the creature in the blink of an eye.
Finally, the thunder dragon unleashed its mighty form and began to fight.