Chapter 177

“Ark, I will do my work, and you will do yours.”
A welcoming voice sounded in the distance. The words of my friend from the North Sea were reassuring; he was unflappable and knew what he had to do.
A connection from the past,
“When you need help, carve into the carving. Your mark.”
His voice echoed the flowing words he’d spoken in the Fengyun Circle.
“I will come without delay. ”
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Even without looking, Han Tae-moon’s will is there,
even when his eyes were closed, floating in the air, and his seniority was limitless.
At the same time, he could also feel the pure white and transparent aura of the Bing Tian Sword Pavilion blocking the raging madness of Shi Fai Tian. It was an icy wall that blocked Shi Fai Tian’s heated madness.
And then he heard the voice of the Ark of Opening, his voice.
“I don’t know.
I could feel the layers of protection he had built up in response to the tale of how he and the Ark of Openness had died for me, even though he hadn’t seen a single face until this moment.
Why.
Why would he throw everything away for himself?
Even I, a man who uses his power for the sake of the sect, was prepared to sacrifice myself right here, right now, in the name of the Open.
I couldn’t believe it.
If I were in a situation like this, if I were in the opposite position.
I wonder if I would make the same sacrificial choice if I were Hongabo.
It wouldn’t be easy.
I grit my teeth.
And then I remember his words.
“The death of a monk, the death of a believer, and the death of a revolutionary. ”
I remember the Red Ark smirking.
“It’s not that I don’t understand. Neither do I. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?”
“For the next hope, for the children after that. Swordsmen must live, and old men must be trusted.”
With those words, my thoughts were over.
“Let us die together. ”
Those words meant everything he said.
* * *
Hong Qiao spat out the congestion he had been holding back. He fell to his knees, and the open martial artists who had rushed to his aid were stunned at his instantaneous exhaustion. Hong Qibo raised his hand to say he was fine,
“Please let me touch him for a moment.”
The approaching swordsmen stopped dead in their tracks. Gone was the fierce, fierce, fierce persona that the Swordzone was known for, and instead, a clear, pure warmth shone in his eyes as he stared at them.
“I beg of you.”
“Please take care of our ark.”
“Thank you for saving our lives.”
With those words, the Open Doors felt that all their hard work and suffering had been rewarded. A word from a man was worth a lot.
Hong Qabo was still in the midst of his ritual when he felt the man with the calm expression on his face tap his entire body with a lightning-like gesture.
Facing the white light, he felt his body gradually become lighter and lighter as the man with the calm expression tapped his entire body with lightning-like gestures.
“……I hope I can repay you in some small way, Ark.”
The moment he said that, Hong Jiabao’s entire body felt more refreshed and energized than ever before.
He looked at the man.
“I’ve gotten used to being a senior, but this is the moment when I can see the sincerity that Feng Shui and the others have shown.”
“You must have had …… enlightenment.”
“Not much, but I understand one thing.”
The man, Thunderbolt Sect’s Namgungban’s mouth slowly opens.
“That there should be no hesitation in defending my people, and my friends.”
Hmph.
Hong Kabao could only watch in fascination and sensation as the man’s new form disappeared, thinned, and stretched like a pinky, reaching a higher plane of existence until it was no longer visible.
“……What do you see in the ark’s eyes?”
“Yeki. Of course…….”
The words trailed off. I couldn’t see it.
I already knew,
that he had reached a point where he could only stare at himself.
He realized instinctively.
* * *
“Thank you for coming all the way from the North Sea.”
“How can I pretend not to know that my friend is in danger. By the way…….”
The Ice Heavenly Emperor Han Taiwen’s eyes became mysterious.
“You continue to amaze me every time I see you.”
“……You, my lord, are nothing short of amazing.”
He meant it. Han Tae-moon’s aura was deep.
As they say, what you see is what you get, and what you hear is what you get.
Right now, I can see the depths of the Hantai Gate, and I can hear the throbbing of the dagger.
This is the true master of the archery.
This is the power of Han Tae-moon, who will remain one of the strongest archers in history.
“After this fight is over, you’re welcome to join me.”
“Of course.”
Yay!
Sword Circle.
Rings of sword energy burst forth like fluttering flower petals, obscuring everything in sight. At the sight of it, I shift my gaze to Han Tae-moon.
He nods, too.
Kwaaaaang!
The flying sword strikes, the sticky, obsessive gaze of the beast hidden between them, made my flesh crawl. I can feel the beast’s gaze through the fierce power of Galpyeong’s sword.
I didn’t let my guard down. No, I couldn’t let my guard down.
The moment I realized Galpyeong’s intentions, Han Tae-moon and I, the moment I realized Galpyeong’s intentions to push the momentum between us beyond the sword circle and into the strong circle, to strike once and for all.
Quadruple quadruple!
The earth shakes and the sound is earth-shattering. I grabbed the sword backwards.
Zzzzzzzzzz!
Han Tae-moon’s Extreme Keeper tiptoes, expanding his territory. I could sense his intent to freeze the approaching shadows once and for all. I grasped his intentions and summoned up the energy to strike out with a whopping nine strikes.
A split second, a breath, a moment.
Before I could even think, a stream of electricity moved along the tip of my sword.
The moment his consciousness moved, the sword moved.
Naturally, I become one with the sword.
That’s right.
Sword body unity.
The sword becomes one.
Body-sword unity.
I am one with the sword.
Only then can we discuss the Emperor’s sword.
The nine-stemmed sword fades into nothingness and flies toward the nine flying halberds.
Emperor Sword Form. Third Form.
Emperor Nine Thunderbolts.
It was an emperor thunderbolt that surpassed the seven heavens.
Grasping!
In addition to the extending sword and the thunderous thunderbolt, it pierces every time it touches Kang Huan and never loses its momentum.
As if trying to find the master who had stretched Kang Hwan out, the nine thunderbolts struck him, and he moved his body impatiently.
“……ha.”
Galpyeong emerged from the bushes. His once well-groomed appearance was gone, and he was disheveled, with blood trickling down his side and shoulder.
“I was wondering ……why Hoeju ran away.”
Pavababak.
“He deserved it.”
The blood stopped at his touch as he applied the tourniquet. Galpyeong’s expression was grim, his gaze a white light that could shatter Han Tae-moon’s ice-white body.
Seeing that Han Tae-moon’s hands were getting dizzy, and that Bai Guang’s two grasping hands were moving as if they were going to tear him apart in all directions, Galpyeong cleared his throat and spoke.
“In many ways, the situation is not favorable.”
At his words, I straighten my sword. This was my first time facing Galpyeong.
Another Wu Nanshen I had yet to see, except in white light.
The Man of Evil, the master of the Four Evil Heavens.
And.
“The First Sword of Sapa.”
The name given to the best swordsman in Sapa.
“Ah, that’s my favorite name too.”
The corners of Galpyeong’s mouth twitched upward, and he slung his sword over his shoulder, then slowly lowered it and opened his mouth.
“Swordzone, when I defeat you.”
Galpyeong points the tip of his sword at me.
“Then I will be the greatest sword in the world.”
Every swordsman has dreamed of becoming the First Sword of Heaven.
The First Sword in Heaven.
And it was easy to see that Galpyeong had been waiting a long time for that star sign, the lust, greed, and madness in his eyes.
Two swordsmen from different factions, from all four sects, were here to compete for a single star sign.
Kaaaah!
The tip of Galpyeong’s sword.
It was a sword that constantly craved killing.
Ka-ang! Clang!
Sparks of fire burst forth from each sword strike, scattering in all directions. Every time I couldn’t keep up with the speed of the sword or felt my arms trembling as they clashed,
‘The Sword of Galpyeong, it’s a sword worthy of defeat. But…….’
I feel that I can defeat the Sword of Galpyeong. The feeling of being enough.
And yet, I still feel a sense of dizziness.
We clashed again and again, and I could see and feel his sword aiming for my uvula and lungs.
“……Rough.”
Rough and crude, but with the determination to cut through the opponent no matter what.
And the madness of Galpyeong’s mind is revealed beneath the blade.
Baekwangdo,
evenness.
The aura of both of them is the determination to kill their opponents, and the madness of their sparks.
And it’s something you don’t often see in the prestigious schools of the Zheng Clan, a man who has risen from the bottom and is unbowed by any bend in the road.
I see.
I can see why the elders of the Four Sects are so strong.
I can see why the ten sages of the mainstream schools have been pushed back.
But it doesn’t make sense to me.
Fuhua ah!
The latent power in my entire body was released in all directions. My energy surges like a dragon trim and pierces through all of Galpyeong’s madness.
He opened his mouth to speak to Galpyeong’s bewildered madness.
“The First Sword of Heaven, the title you so desperately desire.”
Kagagang! Kagagagak!
The two sword faces were close to each other, their new swords almost touching. This is the second time he’s had to face the madness in his eyes.
The first was Bai Guang, who had swung a maddening, frenzied hand against Han Tae-moon, slicing cuts across Han Tae-moon’s entire body, and the second was Galpyeong right in front of him.
There was no righteousness in his countless swords, so I declared to him.
“I’ll take it.”
I declared that I would take the title of the First Sword of Heaven.
What to take, even I, who had never expressed myself in words, was astonished.
The corners of Galpyeong’s mouth twitched at my words. It was a look of unyielding determination.