Book 6 Chapter 5

Nam Gung Sang vs. Meng Yeon Ho

"Phew!"

Rough breathing is described as

I steeled myself and focused.

Looking at yourself

I'm sure you're feeling the stares.

It felt hot.

In the old days, I would have blushed at such a stare, but things have changed, and I've been through too much to be so naive.

The surroundings were somewhat orderly. The people who had been injured in the fierce clash between the two sides had already been carried away. The floor of the special off-stage area was also tattered from the impact of the sword waves. It was a clear indication of the intensity of the clash.

It was now coming down to one week versus one week.

Nangong Shang looked at the man who had handed him defeat so many times, the Heavenly Water Dragon Meng Yanhao.

Meng Yanhao's eyes were still wide open because of his winning streak, but what he didn't realize was that the Nan Gongsang of today was a completely different person than the Nan Gongsang of yesterday.

"I can't concede victory just yet, even for the sake of dignity. If you can, take it with skill."

He was going to make himself look good, and he was.

"Anything!"

Namgungsang did not refuse, and he accepted Meng Yanhao's words with a dignified air, not at all intimidated.

Now that it's become a regular occurrence, I don't even feel any heart palpitations.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yanhao charged. A sword qi as red as a plum petal stretched out from the tip of his sword toward Nan Gongsheng.

"Plum blossoms galore!"

As a Blue Dragon Sect master and the Volcano Sect's primary weapon, Meng Yanhao's sword was both colorful and sharp, and he had mastered the Plum Blossom Sword Technique that had defeated Nan Gongsheng in the previous battle. He had to admit that the ice sword had made him more refined. However, he was no longer the archer he once was.

"Hundred Thunderbolts!"

Dozens of thunderbolts shot out from his sword, as if it were a dark cloud, revealing his true identity.

It was a blow like no other.

If you're going to block me, block me! It was a namgung statue with a lot of meaningful swordplay. It was a much more aggressive offense than before.

The male deity of victory (in China, the full name Qiu is the god of war and victory, though his gender is unquestionably male) was increasingly leaning toward the male side.

You shouldn't feel bad about any unexpected results, even if they are derived from reality.

Even if the outcome is something you can never accept, even if you die, even if you cut your mouth in half and your stomach in ten, even if you can never accept it from the bottom of your heart, unless you have the power to change the past, you must accept it and let it go, no matter how unsatisfactory the outcome. Unless you want to become stale.

If he fails to do so, he will be bound by the shackles of delusion for the rest of his life, unable to escape karma, and suffering in the swamps of penance.

But that's easier said than done! Already here, there are those who are not convinced by the obvious results that have already been achieved.

I'm not feeling well that day, I'm about to starve to death because I only had half a bowl of rice this morning, I've had diarrhea three or four times a day for 15 days, I've got a cold because I didn't sleep with my stomach covered last night, and so on, but unless I can change the past, I've already missed the boat.

"I…I can't admit it."

Meng Yanhao said with a pained expression. His voice was shaking violently.

"Your refusal to admit it does not change the reality that has already been determined. Whether you admit it or not, whether you die or not, it doesn't change the fact that we have defeated you!"

At Nangong Shang's firm words, Meng Yanhao had nothing more to say, his mouth stuck together like glue.

His sword was missing teeth in several places from the previous clash, which was not very pleasing to the eye. The Southern King's sword, on the other hand, was intact. Not a scratch on it.

He looked around and saw that he was the only one still standing. Everyone else was either getting knocked out of the game or being carried off with injuries.

On the other hand, there were still four more members of the Zhu Jia Clan, namely Hyun Yun, Qin Ling, Tang Wen Hye, and Nan Gongsan.

The four of them stood silently behind him, and it was Namgungsang who was now facing him head-on, and Meng Yunxi could tell that he was looking out for him in his own way.

"Yikes! I can't believe it. Uh…how did you manage to beat us?"

It was a natural question for an unexpected and unplanned loser to ask. In Meng's life plan, this was a fatal blot on the map.

"Pow!"

With a bitter smile, Nangong Shang answered the questions of the Blue Dragon Danju Heavenly Water Dragon Meng Yanhao.

"Have you ever stood on the edge of a gale-force wind? Now stand on the edge of a gale-force wind, with the Abyss greeting you with its open mouth, and you'll be thrilled. Then you'll be able to do the same. I guarantee it, but I would advise you to avoid the experience as much as possible for your mental health.

Do you understand? The reason you lost is because you went into this fight with the wrong attitude. That difference in attitude is what led to today's outcome, and it's not a coincidence, so you don't have to go to the trouble of cursing the heavens, do you understand?"

"You're going to…go?"

Meng Yeon-ho asked, still not understanding.

"Do you not yet understand? We were prepared to die in this battle. Desperate, yes, but what about you? Were you complacent, merely trying to protect your reputation?"

"……."

Meng's mouth closed like a clam. The horses of the Southern Palace, like ground beasts, pawed at his chest without ejaculating. His face turned red with shame. There wasn't a single word he hadn't said.

Desperation? That was never a consideration.

There is no way that the attitudes of the Jujak Dan and the Blue Dragon Dan were the same, with the Blue Dragon Dan harboring the complacent thought that they only needed to protect their pride, and the Jujak Dan, who risked their lives to defeat the Baeubujin, having the attitude of a long-lived warrior who would win at any cost.

They gritted their teeth and swung their swords with all their might, and in return, victory was in their grasp.

"We lost."

Finally, Meng Yeon-ho sincerely admitted his defeat.

Perhaps the game had been decided from the start. The thought flashed through his mind for a moment. Meng's mouth opened again in silence.

"But I can't finish this."

Nan Gongsang could hear the determination in his words.

"I get it, and we need to define our wins and losses."

Namgungsang nodded in understanding.

For Meng, the defeat of the Blue Dragon Corps was a foregone conclusion.

But that didn't mean we were going to go quietly.

No one would interfere in their fight. This was the battle between the Blue Dragon and the Zhu Jiajia, between the Southern Palace and Meng Lianhao, person to person.

Now there was no hand to hold them back. The sword was already drawn. They could only fight for themselves.

"Well, it certainly looks like we've lost the battle. And with a result like this, even I can't save my friends' dignity by losing to you. "

It's a story of trying to outdo yourself.

He didn't say no. He was calm, not even a pounding in his chest.

"Anything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Yanhao charged forward, a red sword qi like plum petals extending from the tip of his sword. It was indeed a great sword technique worthy of the Volcano Sect's famous equipment.

It was also the last huayu (花雨: flower rain) of the season.

The collaboration and interconnectedness of the cast, which was so evident in the team competition, gave them a movement that resembled the structure and operation of a medical examination. These were colleagues who had already lived and died together and suffered together.

"Finally, a win! Took me longer than I thought. Not for the faint of heart…… still a long way, long way!"

As she watched Meng Yanhao charge toward the South Palace, Bi Ryuyeon spoke to herself. It was as if she didn't need to see the outcome of the fight anymore.

"So how much will the dividend be?"

Bi Ryuyeon had no intention of deceiving herself, wondering less about the well-being of her disciples and more about the dividends of her own discernment that would soon return.