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Chapter 135




Chapter 135

Kuung.
The open door to the forge has been securely locked.
Taking a deep breath, Bu Eun-sul began to examine Ye Huan-jin’s sword with eager eyes.
‘This is the Sword of the Cause…….’
The blade was completely intact, but the hilt was subtly warped.
It looks like you’re holding a hot dick back and forth and twisting it.
This was a twist that was not at all like the breakage marks that occurred when a quivering sword or a flying sword was deployed.
‘The sword is twisted because of the aura that spreads throughout the blade.
Eulerian method.
Jongnam’s best swordsmanship, which pours out one sharp edge in the midst of extreme tenderness.
It was also the ultimate in flowing swords, capable of slicing through anything that stood in its way like the wind.
“But there’s no sign of him drawing his sword or cutting anything.
Other than the blade being twisted, there is no sign of it ever cutting or hitting anything.
After a moment’s thought, Bu Eun-sul pulled out a booklet she had hidden in one of the forges.
There, in the form of shapes and lines, were written the blade paths and numbers of the Quan Yu sword and the Feng Feng sword that he had learned while repairing the sword.
“First, let’s compare the traces to the swords we’ve seen so far.
The sword methods created by one school vary, but the fundamentals are the same.
He figured that if he could find a common characteristic in both the Sword of Qufu and the Sword of Fafeng, he could find something in the Sword of Yeohwanjin.
“Not found.
Bu Eun-sul closed her eyes and shook her head. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find any trace of it.
“I don’t think so.
Hope turned to despondency as hard-earned opportunities went to waste.
If she fights Yeo Hwan-jin with such wavering emotions, she will be completely outmatched. She will never survive under his sword.
“You have to get your mind right.
Taking a deep breath, she drew up the antipolar core. The thoughts disappeared, and her mind settled back into a place of stillness.
Whirling.
At that moment, a breeze blew through the window and ruffled the pamphlets on the workbench.
Chirararak.
The sound of an open pamphlet fluttering in the air reawakened my locked-down beast senses.
‘This is…….’
As the beast’s senses spiked during the flight, Bu Eun-sul felt a strange sensation.
Time seems to stand still, and even the dust in the air is clearly visible.
“DeepGong…… I see.
Antipolar core.
It is an extreme internal kung fu method that utilizes the powerful internal energy generated by the yin-yang principle to train the mind.
While practicing qigong to control his mind, rather than practicing qinqi, Bu Eun-sul’s beastly senses kicked in and he suddenly reached a high level of cultivation.
“Could it be that this is an empty mind?
-The true beauty of the Beast is not in maximizing the senses, but in allowing us to see the invisible and feel the unseen.
Bu Eun-sul remembered the time in the past when Sau had taught the Beast Dao’s saving grace in Hell City.
-It makes you see things you can’t see, feel things you can’t feel.
-Yes. But this is not necessarily the result of years of practicing the Beast Sword.
Sau muttered to himself as he looked off into the distance.
-Like the wind spreading seeds, like butterflies perching on flowers and spreading seeds…… It happens naturally and by accident.
‘If so…….’
What if you’re the best of the beast?
Having once again reached the peak of his beastly senses, Bu Eunseol looked at the sword.
“……!”
Then we see a tiny nail mark on the sword handle that we hadn’t seen before.
This is to add rotational force, and is a common trace on the Flying Sword and Quaum Sword.
After staring at the sword for a long time, Bu Eunsul was surprised.
Her longsword showed no sign of a change in her swordplay, no sign of a mastery of the art.
Instead, the habits and motions I use to unfold my sword feel like sensations.
‘This is the public president.
Just by seeing and touching the sword that Yeo Hwan-jin has used for so long, we get a clear sense of how he has used it throughout his life.
‘This man has mastered the art of the unseen.
The ability to use sword techniques freely, regardless of the number of seconds.
Yeo Hwan-jin had reached that state, so there was no trace of the change in the number of seconds.
But the frighteningly amplified senses of the beast, the Gongsim’s cultivation, were transmitting to Bu Eunseol all the sensations he’d left behind when he’d unsheathed his sword.
“If I hadn’t known about the changes in the Flying Sword and the Quan Yu Sword, even a beast wouldn’t have been able to find these traces.
Taking a deep breath, Bu Eun-sul mimicked his habits and movements, imagining Ye Hwan-jin deploying the Flying Sword and the Qua Yu Sword.
“Something’s not right.
Swollen eyes flashed, recognizing habits, movements, and even swordsmanship.
Because it hid something completely different from what they had seen before.
‘This is…….’
Finally, Bu Eun-sul was able to discover one of Yeo Hwan-jin’s secrets hidden in the sword.
This is only possible because Yeo Hwan-jin has been using the same sword for twenty years.
If he had used a divine sword that didn’t even scratch him, or if he had a new blade, we would never have seen it.
‘I’ve been very lucky.
Staring at the sword in mesmerized fascination, Bu Eunseul sighed.
Although he was unable to examine the sword herb changes, he was able to gain a lot of information about Yeohwanjin from his suddenly acquired beast senses and the Gongsim President.
This was nothing short of a stroke of luck.
“You have to remember all of these things and allow your body to respond.
Having absorbed so much information from Ye Huanjin’s sword, a red aura spread from Bu Eunseol’s eyes like burning charcoal.
* * *
Sankyo Chang.
Located at the southern end of Tangshan Mountain, the canyon is a spectacular place where the weathering marks that have been crushed and refined over the eons of time make up the landscape.
The sheer rocks piled up in the canyon look like they were chiseled by a giant spirit god, Banko.
The setting sun turns the rocks of the canyon red,
On the sheer cliffs of the Changshan Strait, a man in white stood like a statue. It was Yeo Hwan-jin.
Whirling.
He sighed deeply as he looked down at the river as it lazily flowed by in the cool breeze.
“What a strange dream.”
He had been having a series of strange dreams for a few days now.
He dreamed that a red-hot dragon had flown into his arms.
And the dream has been haunting me since I woke up.
“Maybe it’s because he’s not in my hands and I’m feeling empty.”
He took the wall sword he had carried for twenty years to the forge to repair the twisted hilt.
It left her feeling empty, as if she had lost a friend she had known for a long time.
“I’m going to have to work like crazy tomorrow.”
He smiled thinly, shook his head, and turned away,
Jumbled.
Then I heard a faint sound in the distance.
“Footsteps?”
It sounded like the footsteps of a robust adult male.
“They sent a man from nowhere.”
The Jangsan Gorge, where Yeo Hwan-jin is staying, is so steep that even herbalists avoid it.
This is why the place is off-limits to all but the masters of the Zhongnan branch who visit to learn the sword arts…… Why do I hear footsteps at this hour?
“You are…….”
Yeo Hwan-jin’s expression changed when she spotted a shadow walking toward her.
The man walking straight into the fading sunset was none other than Yagong, the young man who had been assigned to repair the wall sword at Tangshan Ironworks.
“What are you doing here?”
“The sword is finished.”
“What?”
This is incomprehensible.
Is it any wonder that the young Yagong of the Tangshan Iron Family knows where he lives, or that he has come through these sheer mountain passes without uttering a single harsh breath?
“Would you like to take a look?”
At that, Bu Eun-sul revealed the sword she held in one hand, wrapped in a soft cloth.
“Here, take it.”
Despite this incomprehensible situation, Yeo Hwan-jin accepted the sword with a calm expression.
Sigh.
He drew his sword, and it rang out, clearer and deeper than before.
“Ho-ho.”
Holding the hilt of the sword in her hand, Yeo Hwan-jin’s eyes gradually widened.
He flicked the sword lightly in the air, and the sharp glow left a lasting impression. The sword felt much lighter and easier to hold.
It was as if one of his arms had been extended longer.
“What do you think?”
Yeo Hwan-jin opened her mouth to answer Bu Eun-sul’s question and nodded.
“I love it. It exceeds my expectations.”
“Oh, good.”
Nodding, Buunsul clasped his hands together.
“I, Bu Eun-sul, the Ten Warriors of Nangyagak, challenge you.”
“The ten horsemen.”
Yeo wasn’t surprised.
I had been feeling the powerful flow of energy from Buunsul’s body since I walked over.
“I see.”
Hearing the rumors of the Volcanic Sect and the Ten Demon Warriors that had shaken the land not long ago, Ye Huanjin said with a deep sigh.
“Did the ten horsemen move all at once?”
And I laughed hysterically.
“So you’re a servant of Mado. You’ve been disguised as a night watchman to sneak a peek at the Bone Sect’s sword techniques.”
The battle had already begun.
Yeo Hwan-jin tried to sway Bu Eun-sul’s mind with a single accusation.
But Bu Eun-sul scoffed.
“It is said that the Great Masters were taught martial arts by masters well versed in the art of martial arts. Is that what you mean?”
“You know that much, and yet you challenge me. You’re reckless.”
Yeo Hwan-jin smirked.
“But rest assured. The martial arts of the Nangyagak have no system or genealogy, and I don’t even recognize them as martial arts.”
“Indeed. The Zongnan Sect’s martial arts are amazing.”
Bu Eun-sul said sheepishly.
“They teach you how to attack someone with your snout before you’ve even fought.”
Yeo Hwan-jin, who had been smiling with a laid-back expression, stiffened.
He tries to scratch Bu Eun-sul’s insides, but is only offended by the counterattack.
“Hahaha. You can’t beat a squire with words after all.”
Ye Hwan-jin relaxed and held out one hand, as if regaining her composure.
“Well, let’s take a look at the martial arts at Nangyagak.”
A gust of wind blew through Yeo Hwan-jin’s body.
He held out his hand and looked like he was fresh off the farm.
But Bu Eun-sul was only looking at the distant sky.
It’s as if he’s completely forgotten about Yeo Hwan-jin’s existence.
As she watched, the corners of Yeo Hwan-jin’s mouth curled into a cold smile.
“You’ve been studying the Sword of Bonfa a lot.”
The swordsmanship of the Zhongnan Sect, a Taoist school, specializes in counterattacks rather than initiative.
So, if you attack first, you’re opening yourself up to vulnerabilities.
“But this body has long since escaped the constraints of the Bone Sect sword art!”
With a short shout, a streak of black energy slammed into Boonsun’s chest pocket.
Before I knew it, Yeo Hwan-jin was out the door like lightning.
Sigh.
At the same time, Bu Eunseol’s Muksaber emerged from its sheath.
Instantly, a chilling aura spread out in all directions, slicing horizontally through the incoming longsword of Ye Hwanjin.
“A new sword.”
Noticing a strange luster flowing from the sword, Yeo Hwan-jin immediately transformed the sword herb.
The sword qi that had been digging into his chest pocket spun lightly in midair, slicing through the flesh of his shoulder blade.
It was the first water of the Qiuwu sword, Jiangxinshui.
Click!
Bu Eun-sul didn’t dodge the attack, but rather stepped forward and stabbed Yeo Hwan-jin in the armpit.
That’s where Kang Shim-soo-jin’s loophole was.
“You’re already proficient in the drunken sword, I assume you’ve studied all of the main sword techniques taught at the Tangshan Branch?”
With a sneer, Yeohwanjin swung her longsword again.
Spirits.
Then the sword spun fiercely, sweeping the swollen snow like a broom.
He was the master of the Flying Sword.
Whirlwind!
At the same time, Bu Eunsul’s martial sword also spun fiercely, casting a shadow across the room.
It was the first move of the Guardian’s Sword, even more powerful than Ye Hwanjin’s Flying Sword.
“You mean to tell me you’ve gotten through to the Flying Sword?”
Yeo Hwan-jin’s eyebrows rose as she quickly switched her sword to avoid being hit.
It’s actually not that hard to recognize a sword path from the traces of a broken sword.
However, Bu Eun-sul understood not only the sword path, but also the changes and tests inherent in the sword herbs.
“That’s great, I’ll believe you if you say you’re a disciple of Bonfa.”
Yeo Hwan-jin was constantly practicing her sword techniques, but she was also criticizing Bu Eun-sul for stealing them.
“After today, I’ll have to take another look at the Madao Ten Doors to see if the roots of martial arts aren’t Zhengfa martial arts.”
It’s not easy to talk constantly while drawing your sword.
It was as if Yeo Hwan-jin had honed her sword skills while also learning how to blabber nonstop.
Whirrrrr! Whirrrrr!
They practiced swordsmanship within reaching distance and never once clashed weapons.
That’s because no matter what sword technique Yeo Hwan-jin used, Bu Eun-sul was always able to find a loophole and poke through it.
“Have I honed it to this point?”
Yeo Hwan-jin smiled thinly.
The intentional use of the Quan Yu Sword and the Fafeng Sword so far was to test the extent to which Bu Eunseol had recognized the Zongnan Sword Method.
“Then let’s get started.”
With a cutting sound, Yeo Hwan-jin changed the sword method.
A light breeze stirred, and soon, dozens of strands of sword Qi rushed out, enveloping Bu Yunsheng’s body.
It was the highest swordsmanship of the Zhongnan sect.
Whirlwind!
Bu Eun-sul tried to parry with his martial sword, but Yu Yun’s sword curved like the wind, slicing through the loophole.
“It’s like the black wind of the main wave, you can’t hit it, you can’t stop it.”
Ye Hwan-jin continued to pour out sword qi and pressurize Bu Eun-sul.
“……!”
His feet began to stomp dizzily on the ground as he glared at the outpouring of sword Qi.
Self.
His body turned cloudy as if a thin mist was rising, and he lightly dodged the wind-like slash of the Yu Yun Sword.
“The new law is great.”
With an exclamation of admiration, Ye Hwanjin quickly advanced, unleashing a storm of sword herbs.
“But how long can we get away with it?”
A katana that wraps around an enemy’s body like a breeze and cuts through their weaknesses.
Ninety-nine changes of direction in a single step, and a combination of new and old methods.
The Supreme Swordsmith of the Zhongnan Sect and the Supreme Divine Administrator of the Nangyagak Sect were going head-to-head.
Zooliric. Self!
For a moment, the room seemed to be filled with blackness and shadows.
But it didn’t take long for the winner to become clear.
The hem of Bu Eunseol’s robe was gradually being torn away by Yeo Hwan-jin’s sword.
Sigh.
Thinking she had won the game, Yeo Hwan-jin smiled triumphantly.
But the smile quickly turned to a questioning look.
Even as he continued to struggle, …… Buunsun’s eyes sank cold and low, like a beast that has caught its prey.