Book 7 Chapter 19

The second confrontation between Moyong Hwi and Galhyo Bong

Even the name itself, the urgent short-term intensive attribute special enhancement training, was a special training that was so long it was difficult to bear for the Cheongwan Do disciples.

The members of the Soul Severing Sword Brigade and the Underworld King's Army found themselves in a tough fight.

Only after clashing swords with the enemies did the students realize that blocking their combined attack had become much easier.

It was much less tense and much easier than the last time they fought. They even felt a sense of ease. It was natural, then, that the Cheongwan Do disciples' attention was drawn to the Twin Fiends and Galhyo Bong.

As expected, the two were engaged in a fierce battle in the midst of a fierce fight.

Moyong Hwi's sword unleashed sword energy like starlight, pushing Galhyo Bong back. But Galhyo Bong's twin sabers, facing him, were not to be underestimated. His bloody red saber energy surged, extinguishing the meteor sword energy.

Moyong Hwi grew heated, pushing Galhyo Bong with each deliberate, desperate thrust. One couldn't shake the feeling that he was too rushed.

"Feeling a sense of crisis! Don't you want to admit your fear?"

This was Biryu Yeon's impression of Moyong Hwi's attack, which lacked any sense of ease.

Namgung Sang asked with a curious expression.

"Why? How can you tell?"

"You can tell by looking at the sword! Of course."

Biryu Yeon's answer made Namgung Sang look puzzled.

"Look at that guy's sword! There's no sign of ease, no matter how hard you look! He's instinctively feeling a sense of crisis, so he's rushed, and his mind is reflected in the sword like a mirror."

"The swordplay is too rough! It's not the stable swordplay he's shown before. His swordplay used to be chillingly calm, but now it's full of heat!"

The sword is a mirror that reflects the mind of a warrior. This is because changes in emotion are reflected in the tip of the sword. It is no exaggeration to say that the sword is the warrior's clone and everything. The warrior's life is at the tip of the sword. How can its weight be considered light?

Red mist-like saber energy swirled around. It felt unpleasant, as if blood had turned into mist and enveloped the surroundings.

"Thump! Thump!"

What technique would he show this time? Moyong Hwi finally noticed that his heart was pounding with excitement. He was enjoying this fight right now! A fight where he could die if he made a mistake!

'What will he bring out this time?'

It would be a lie to say he wasn't interested. The red mist-like saber energy obscured his vision. In an instant, Galhyo Bong's figure disappeared from Moyong Hwi's sight. The red mist was more of a hindrance than he had expected.

Moyong Hwi focused his mind and opened his senses. His senses had improved dramatically through the recent special training. Even in the mist that obscured his vision, his senses could not be deceived.

'Is that it?'

He felt a presence about five paces away. But there was a problem.

'Huh?'

The presences began to increase one by one from all directions, and he felt six presences simultaneously surrounding him.

'This, this can't be… Is it multi-clone technique? Still, six of them?'

It was not impossible for a technique to blur the opponent's senses and confuse the direction of attack through clone techniques. Any master who had reached the pinnacle could use this technique. However, six multi-clones were a different story.

'Can the body withstand such an unreasonable burden?'

Moyong Hwi was highly skeptical, but in any case, he was now facing reality. And it was a crisis situation. Moyong Hwi raised his internal energy to the maximum and prepared for the surprise attack.

He assumed the formation of the Galaxy Stream's Genesis Sword.

'If I don't give it my all, I will die!'

Moyong Hwi's body transformed into a sharp sword. In front of his swordplay, a fist-sized dark purple sword sphere began to form. All his power was converging on this one point. A great force began to concentrate at one point.

'Here it comes!'

The six presences that had surrounded him began to attack, using him as the center point. He couldn't even guess which one was the real body. He had no choice but to cut down all six clones simultaneously.

Moyong Hwi swung his sword with all his might, with all his heart and soul.

Galaxy Stream Genesis Sword

Final Ultimate Technique

Galaxy Annihilation Cosmic Roar

Roaring Heaven Blood Shadow Saber Technique

Demonic Saber Energy

Blood Form Six Shadow Overlap

Great Thunder Difficult to Distinguish Heaven

Two martial arts that had reached their extreme collided at one point. A head-on collision of immense power!

"Kua-gwagwaggwang!"

The heavens and earth screamed at the power of the divine sword and demonic saber, which covered the surroundings with light and deafening roars. A storm engulfed the surroundings.

Sword energy like shooting stars shot out like a fan in all directions, instantly obliterating the six figures that had attacked like lightning. Moyong Hwi himself was not entirely unharmed. A wound that had just begun to heal reopened, and blood flowed.

"Kuhuk!"

The shock was so great that his legs trembled, but it seemed he had narrowly managed to block it.

"Be careful! It's not over yet!"

It was Hyoryong who warned Moyong Hwi, who had let his guard down slightly, thinking the danger had passed.

'Not over yet?'

In an instant, he found himself exposed to a killing intent that made all the hair on his body stand on end.

'Where is it?'

The answer was directly above his head.

"Up!"

Hyoryong let out a desperate cry.

"Clang!"

Fortunately, Moyong Hwi's reaction was a fraction of a second faster. If he had been even slightly slower, Moyong Hwi would not be alive now. Moyong Hwi frowned at the impact that felt like his shoulder was shattering.

'Dislocated? Still, it's a small price to pay for saving my life.'

A dislocated shoulder was a bargain.

Galhyo Bong, seeing his ultimate technique rendered useless, somersaulted and retreated five paces away. He was also not in good condition. His body was covered in minor wounds.

"Damn it! Great Thunder Difficult to Distinguish Heaven, Secret Shadow Saber Mark!"

Hyoryong exclaimed unconsciously. As a spy, he had forgotten the most important principles: composure and calmness.

Hyoryong, who had been intently watching the fierce battle between the two with a deep frown, suddenly felt a strange aura.

'Huh?'

Only then did Hyoryong notice the unusual atmosphere around him and quickly looked around. Everyone had a dazed expression.

"No, why?"

Hyoryong looked bewildered.

"How did you know?"

Cheong Heun spoke up, representing the confused crowd. His face was even more grim than on that night.

"What?"

Hyoryong didn't know what he had done wrong.

"How could you know the last attack was coming from above?"

"W-of course, it's a feeling! A feeling!"

Hyoryong stammered his reply. It was a lie, of course. It was a technique that couldn't be detected by sight. That's why it was named Secret Shadow Saber Mark!

Perhaps no one there would have noticed it. Otherwise, why would it be called a secret technique?

"Then how could you know the name of the martial art?"

"What are you talking about? Martial art name?"

Cheong Heun's eyes shone sharply. They glinted with ferocity.

His lips moved slowly.

"Didn't you just say it yourself? You said 'Great Thunder Difficult to Distinguish Heaven, Secret Shadow Saber Mark!' I'm sure everyone here, not just me, clearly heard you. How do you explain this?"

'Gasp! Oh no!'

It was a clear and obvious colossal mistake. He was in a difficult situation. His face turned pale. He was at a loss for words. What should he say in such a situation…

He certainly knew the answer to the question, but he couldn't utter it.

How could he say in front of them, 'It's because I learned the Roaring Heaven Blood Shadow Saber Technique. That famous legendary saber technique that only direct descendants of Gal Jung Hyuk of Roaring Heaven can learn. Amazing, isn't it?'!

Hyoryong was cornered, his anxiety growing deeper. It was the Soul Severing Five Ghost Swords that, ironically, saved Hyoryong from this predicament.

"Hwi!"

"Kyaaaaaak! Nooooooo!"

Lee Jin Seol's piercing scream erupted. Cheong Heun quickly turned his head to look at Moyong Hwi's location. Cheong Heun was aghast at the unbelievable sight that met his eyes. He wasn't the only one who was shocked.

Three severed heads lay scattered around him, and two swords had pierced his abdomen and thigh. These were critical wounds that could be life-threatening if emergency treatment wasn't administered quickly.

It was the five ghosts of the Soul Severing Five Ghost Swords who had embedded the two foreign objects into Moyong Hwi. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Moyong Hwi, who had focused all his sensory nerves on Galhyo Bong, hadn't paid attention to his surroundings, they stabbed him in the back while he was defenseless. Although they had to sacrifice the heads of the third, fourth, and fifth members to truly become ghosts, it was not a loss for the Twin Fiends. That was their nature.

"Kuhuk!"

Bitter blood filled his mouth. Letting his guard down was a mistake. There was no guarantee that they wouldn't attack all at once this time, just because they hadn't done so during the previous ambush! How could he have forgotten such a simple truth for a moment…

Regret surged through his chest like a tide.

"Die!"

Ignoring the swords deeply embedded in Moyong Hwi's flesh, Gui Yeong Sal Geom, Sang Jun Ha, raised his small knife high above his head and shouted. His left arm, which had been severed by Moyong Hwi's sword during the sneak attack, was useless.

"Pak!"

Sang Jun Ha forcefully brought down the small knife. A flash of light flickered.

Swerg!

"Gasp!"

Sang Jun Ha could not carry out his will to the end.

In his hand, which he had brought down forcefully, there was no longer a small knife. Moreover, his wrist, which had been holding the small knife, was cleanly severed. Fresh blood spurted from the severed end.

It was a sword strike so fast that he couldn't feel the pain! The protagonist of that sword strike was precisely Cheong Heun, the Three Severed Sword.

"Pabababak!"

His sword, enraged, flashed a second time, cleanly severing the heads of two ghosts from their bodies. Thus, not a single survivor remained of the Soul Severing Five Ghost Swords.

Blood flowed down Cheong Heun's sword.

"Ugh!"

The Twin Fiends let out a groan. Especially Cheon Sal's expression was comical. Their plan was starting to go awry. The Twin Fiends were not just watching to ensure Galhyo Bong's mutual destruction this time. They wanted Galhyo Bong to run wilder.

Even if not Moyong Hwi, there were many places where his power was needed. If it was already beyond control, they had no choice but to expend his power until he was completely consumed to fulfill his role.

For the role of 'total annihilation'!