Chapter 68

Thud.
Breathless, Yigok collapsed face down on the floor. At the same time, the audience fell into a stunned silence.
Ironclad.
But Bu Eunseol sheathed her sword and headed down the stairs as if nothing had happened.
-The great swordsman has arrived.
The martial artists in the room glowed as they watched the departing Bu Eun-sun.
There’s one more newcomer to watch at the convention.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
The young man nodded as he watched Bu Eun-sul walk away.
“A unique light saber. It utilizes lightning-fast reflexes to draw…….”
The young man quickly realized that unlike any other light sword, Bu Eunseol’s sword was wielded with toned muscles and sharp reflexes.
“But it’s a tough place to survive with a broadsword.”
The others opened their mouths in amazement, but the young man was dumbfounded.
Instead, he watched her departing backside and smiled mischievously.
“The road ahead is still wide open…….”
He picked up his glass and took a long drink, muttering to himself.
“I’ve got to save someone.”
A large plaza in the center of Dongpyo Seorang.
A large structure was built on a large empty lot that could easily accommodate thousands of people. These were the backstage and grandstands.
The non-stage is usually set very high, so that the audience, except for the dignitaries, looks up at the fight.
However, Dongpyo Seorang’s Jeongmujeong is offstage, and a layer of stone has been built around it to make it easier for anyone to watch.
-You can see the sophistication of Dongpyo Seo just by looking at the non-stage!
Each of the first-time attendees nodded in appreciation.
Dong Pyo Seo is expanding his world by taking in Murimans and Nangin, who are unrivaled in the Murim.
Their wealth and influence could be gauged by the armory they built.
“Good to see you. Murimdong, everyone.”
Then a middle-aged man standing in the center of the offstage area spoke up.
“I am Chu Wentian, the rector of the Dongpyo School.”
He clasped his hands together lightly and spoke again.
“This is the fourth political convention organized by this school, and it’s all thanks to the Murimudo students who have taken care of this school.”
His voice was not loud, but it was clear to the ears of those who filled the square.
“This political convention is only to publicize the Dongpyo School in Murim, and has no other purpose.”
He paused for a moment, then spoke again.
“That’s why anyone can attend, regardless of labor, age, or origin. But what happens here is at your own risk!”
Chou Wenchuan explained the rules of the political convention for a while.
First, anyone with a name can participate in political contests without restriction. However, you are responsible for what happens here.
Second, qualifiers pass if you defeat at least three challengers, or if you wait at least half an hour and there are no challengers.
Third, once we’ve reached the thirty-six qualifiers, we’ll start organizing brackets, and we’ll have two political tournaments a day.
Fourth, anyone who interferes with the work of the tournament or harms the romantic interest of the tournament will not receive the prize even if they win.
“Now, then, we shall begin the Fourth Political Competition!”
-Waaaah!
Ziying.
The gong, set up offstage, rang out and a thunderous cheer erupted.
But after a while, no one stepped offstage. No wonder.
Even if you’re a veteran, being offstage can be intimidating.
The ripe atmosphere can lead to a series of mistakes.
Whip.
That’s when a young man in a worn conference dress stepped up without hesitation.
It was swollen tongue.
“Swollen tongue.”
Chu Wentian’s eyes lit up when Bu Eun-sul revealed her name.
‘You’re the swordsman who cut this song in the guest room the other day.
The movements of the martial artists here were all known through the informants of the Dongpyo Seorang.
When he heard Bu Eun-sul’s name, he nodded inwardly.
“I’ll make it through qualifying with no problem.
It is a sword that would make a statement in the martial arts world if it cut off a mountain ear in a single second.
He’s proven himself in a room full of martial artists, so he should have no trouble qualifying.
“Okay, vice versa.”
Chu Wentian shouted in a loud voice.
“Now, is there anyone who can challenge this Vicegerent?”
I waited a while, but it was as expected.
No matter how long we waited, there were no off-stage challengers.
“Then I’ll count to five!”
“Wait.”
Then, with a whirr, a shadow stepped offstage.
He was a young man dressed in a colorful silk robe and wearing fine jewelry all over his body.
It was a young man who had studied with Bu Eun-sul.
“Are you up for the challenge?”
The young man nodded at Chu Wentian’s words.
“Yes.”
“Please state your name.”
The young man squared his shoulders and spoke in a low voice.
“Eternal Wisdom.”
At those words, the crowd in the square began to roar.
-The Cause of the StorefrontGrandmaster, Ganji?
Suddenly, the room erupted.
A co-warrior who was raised with the utmost fervor by the Martial Alliance. One of the Eighteen Great Masters of the Cause, he has always been as elusive as the divine dragon, and now he appears at the Council of State?
“You don’t seem too surprised.”
Ning Zhiyu was rather surprised by Bu Eunseol’s calm expression.
For he had never met a man who had not been surprised to hear his name since he had come into the stronghold.
“Did you know who I was?”
Bu Eunseol replied bluntly.
“Just that I’m from a clairvoyant family.”
Bu Eun-sul didn’t know that he was a Great Master, but she guessed that he was a master of the divination sect with amazing prayers.
This is because the masters of the Jichang School all wield swords with a very narrow hilt and short blade length.
‘Maun. He was a master of the divination school.’
Moun, an enemy who sacrificed himself and died without regret.
Somehow, Bu Eun-sul owed a debt of gratitude to the always mischievous Sejak of Zhengfa.
Therefore, when he realized that the Jumchang School was unattended, he remained silent, even if they talked a lot or showed rude behavior.
“I see, you have very good eyes indeed.”
Looking at Bu Eunseol, Ning Zhiyu held out his hand.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to hurt you, I’m trying to protect you.”
That’s a stupid thing to say.
Ning Zhiyu scratched his head as Bu Eunseol raised an eyebrow.
“As you know, these political tournaments are deadly affairs with no guarantee of survival, and while your brother’s swordsmanship is impressive, it’s not enough.”
After a pause, Ning Zhiyu smiled broadly.
“I’m trying to keep him alive and not forget the favor he did me by joining us, so he can get experience, not competitions like this, because there are many opportunities ahead.”
Sigh.
Ning Zhiyu drew his sword, and a chilling aura spread in all directions.
Master of divination, the lord of the spear.
It wasn’t until he was around fourteen years old that he became a late disciple of the school.
Nevertheless, he gradually distinguished himself with his dazzling talent, and three years later, he became one of the ten disciples representing the Jichang School and participated in the Great Master Competition.
As soon as he became a Grandmaster, he practiced martial arts for about a year and immediately left the Wulin Academy.
Although he was a natural martial artist, he strongly preferred to train in the martial arts rather than deepen his skills.
“Then get started!”
That’s when I heard Chu Wentian’s cry.
Flash!
The lord of the manor came out like lightning.
But the sword grazed his side, not his neck.
“The Bone Sect’s swordsmanship also relies heavily on pleasure.”
When Bu Eun-sul fell silent, Ling Zhiyu assumed that she was surprised by his sword, and smiled slightly.
“Why not just give up on the contest, why suffer the frustration?”
No matter how skilled a swordsman he may be, in the eyes of the Lords, Bu Eun-sul is still a newcomer. He is no match for the rising sun of the sect, the Great Master.
From his point of view, it was sincere, but from Bu Eun-sul’s point of view, it was a bit of a joke.
“You talk a lot.”
“So, shall we get started?”
A genius swordsman who learned the martial arts late in life and rose to the rank of master.
He stretched out his sword with a confident smile.
“Be careful!”
Evil.
With a crack of wind, a gleaming swordweed dug into the palm of her hand.
He unleashed the Silent Sword Technique, the supreme sword art of Jianqiang, which is not only lightning fast but can cut through enemies regardless of distance.
Flick.
However, Bu Eunseol dodged the sword grass with a quick movement of her body.
As if he knew that would happen, Ning Zhiyu moved his sword dizzily.
Burrrrr.
It turned into a lightly quivering black mist that instantly blocked Bu Eun-sul’s path. It was the perfect example of a deadly weapon.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eunseol stared at the tip of the sword as it spilled out, then strode leisurely away.
Whirrrrr!
Each time, the sharp blades grazed lightly across her body.
“No?
His eyes widened as he looked at the scene.
“How does this guy know all the sword paths of the Silent Sword?
Buunsul’s evasive movements were instinctive and not trained.
It was a way of avoiding the sword weeds in advance by identifying both the vegetation and the sword paths of the Silken Sword Method.
“One possibility.
His head spun quickly as he slowed his offense for a moment.
‘He survived hundreds of moves against the master of the main sect who used the silken sword method.
The siloed method has never been leaked.
Nevertheless, seeing all the moves means that Bu Eun-sul has been fighting a long battle with the master of silent swords.
“Have you ever fought a cilantro that uses the silken sword method?”
Bu Eunsul nodded as she lightly dodged the swirling sword strikes from Ying Zhiyu.
“Yes. He used a cavalry weapon, not a sword.”
“Gimunbungi?”
“And yet the change and swiftness of the seconds was far more subtle than yours.”
Pod!
Finally drawing her sword, Bu Eun-sul exploited the loophole in the Silent Sword Law that Ying Zhiwei had created.
Chaing!
With a sharp metallic crack, Ying Jiyu’s silent sword method was immediately interrupted.
It’s almost impossible to find a loophole and break the seconds in practice.
Not only do you need to know all of your opponent’s swords, but you also need to be twice as fast as your opponent.
‘He was a much better player than I thought.
In fact, he was a late entrant to the martial arts world and didn’t practice martial arts in depth because he didn’t trust his talent.
But that pales in comparison to the masters of the Great Cause, who gaze upon the heavens and earth. They are a force to be reckoned with, and no other martial artist in the Martial Realm can match them.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think too highly of you.”
The smile that had always been on his face changed.
“So let’s do this right, shall we?”
Delete!
Suddenly, the swordplay of the Ning Jieyu has changed.
It was a swordplay that was as sharp as a silk sword, but with a myriad of backstops.
‘An odd swordplay.
Bu Eunseol unleashed her first move and dodged the sword plants.
Ssshhhhh!
However, the sword herbs that everyone thought they had dodged changed again and began to rain down on Bu Eunseol’s body.
“It’s the Seven Days’ Feast!”
Someone looking up from offstage shouted.