Chapter 196 Dotting the Sky

The presence of Thundercloud Swordsman Wei Zhiyiam added weight to the battle for the top spot, as the Hyeongsan Sect’s White Cloud Swordsman Tianmu Dojo and Jincheon Sword Palace’s Black Cloud Swordsman Wei Tagong, each with their own heavyweight star and namelessness, were vying for the top spot.
The man’s eyes twinkled.
I felt like I was in a backstage area set up to determine who the true top dog was across the two regions.
The chatter quickly dies down.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick……
The sound of footsteps cutting through the silence.
The silent gait of Wijiam is followed by the gaze of the people on the street.
It was an admirable intangible prayer.
With each step you take with your eyes fixed on the road ahead, it’s as if transparent cracks are spreading out in all directions.
Everybody’s cutting back.
It’s not to be outdone by that of the upper tier.
Soon, Wei Zhiyiam approached the spot where Chuliuhyeon, Tianmu Dojo, and the others were standing, and set a polite example.
“How are you, you look better and better by the day.”
The target was the Tianmu Dojo.
The presidential boat of a political party you’ve admired since before you were a rival, and one you’ve admired since before you were a rival.
So the first thing I did was say hello.
Chapter replied with a benevolent smile.
“Huh huh, do you see it?”
“I’m not an empty talker, am I?”
“Yes, it’s good of you to say so. It’s worth all those years of training in the high, deep mountains.”
Then he switched to full-mouth and said.

The hem of Wei Tagong’s robe fluttered slightly, and a solemn aura began to flow along his body.
Tick, tick, tick……
I cried as the stone floor cracked beneath my feet.
Not really.
Chuck-.
Thundercloud Swordsman Wei Zhiyiam walked out quietly, his voice heavy.
“As you know, the Iron Gate has a rain dance tomorrow, so…… why don’t you join this body and do a sword dance?”
Soon afterward, an intangible aura of subversive energy swirled around his new creation, creating a stifling pressure.
There were little bouncy bits here and there.
Immediately, the plate got bigger.
I hadn’t expected to see the two reigning champions of the region, the Black Lava Swordsmen and the Thundercloud Swordsmen, square off.
Fall is winding down, but it’s still as hot as summer here.
A place where party and sect, high and low, heat and speculation, anticipation and anxiety coexist.
More than half of the crowds in the sprawling city center are martial artists, and the atmosphere is electric.
Then a trail of iron drifting behind them threw oil on the fire.
“If you want to fight, I’ll give you a chance. It’s okay if you come at me.”