Book 7 Chapter 3

Showdown: Secrets vs. Secrets

Regardless of whether you're dealing with heaven and earth, Bi Ryuyeon, or Yeomdo.

The battle between Mo Yonghui and Gal Hyo Bong was never-ending.

My arm tingled from the violent clash of sword qi.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

"Who the heck is this guy?

His hair was scattered and his beard grew like a weed and was never trimmed, but Mo Yonghui could tell intuitively that he wasn't very old. He couldn't have been more than 30 at most.

Mo Yonghui had never heard of anyone in his 20s who could compete with him in such a unique color.

"Shug!"

But Mo Yonghui's thoughts could not linger for long; he was now in the midst of a fierce battle that could take his life if he let his guard down.

Mo Yonghui himself was using all of his true strength against the monster's twin swords, which were raging like ferocious rivers in a flood. He had no energy to spare, and even the slightest relaxation would be his undoing.

The number of duels that were nothing more than a showdown of ignorant strength and power had already reached a hundred.

"But what's all this surging power about?

The man showed no signs of fatigue. His first blade and the one he was using now, more than a hundred years later, were exactly the same, with no difference in power.

Like an inexhaustible spring, the monster's power was limitless, as if he possessed a wellspring of chi. It was obvious that he was at a disadvantage. Seeing that further war of attrition would be unfavorable, Mo Yonghui finally made a decision.

"If so!

It was just tricks versus tricks.

"Chachang!"

With a harsh crack, their bodies, glued together like glue for a hundred and fifty sums, were separated by five zhang. It was to steady their breathing, to control their strength, to make a move. Neither man tried to rush in.

A fierce, unseen battle raged throughout the standoff.

White sword energy began to rise from Mo Yonghui's entire body. Gal Hyo Feng didn't stand still either, the red aura on his saber becoming more and more intense. His undying instincts had sensed danger.

His will may have been subdued, but that didn't diminish his deeply embedded sense of mu-tu. Instinctively, Galhyo Feng began to activate his secret technique.

A technique with the power to kill with a single blow is called a secret weapon, or a secret weapon. It's no wonder that the risk of failure is so great, but it's a burden that must be borne as a martial artist! I can't back down from this.

Mo Yonghui stretched his sword pole forward and performed the flag ceremony of the Galactic Stream Opening Sword, unleashing the full power of the Danzhen. He hadn't unleashed his full power in the final match of the Samurai Warriors out of respect for human life. But now was not the time to consider such things. If he didn't give it his all, his life was in danger.

Galactic Sword Qi in the right hand, Fusion Crystal in the left!

A fist-sized pore began to form at the tip of the sword.

"When the sword sphere generated by your sword pole is as narrow as a grain of rice and can shoot out like a single needle, that will be the moment your sword technique is complete!

My grandfather's words rang in my ears as he transmitted the vision. The sword sphere was still only about the size of a fist, but it was enough to generate the power of a Jing Tian comrade.

His opponent didn't seem to be willing to lose. The terrifying aura emanating from Galhyo Feng's body and funneling into the dao pole was enough to tell that he was about to unleash his own secret weapon to match his own secret weapon.

The blood light danced around Galhyo Feng.

Hyo-Ryong's eyes widened as he watched the blood glow from the sidelines. His teeth clicked involuntarily. His hands shook and a chill ran down his spine. His twin swords were still stuck in the ground, turned away from their master.

"That's… that's the Terrifying Heavenly Blood Stream King of the Terrifying Heavenly Blood Stream Sword Technique!

It was his signature move, the one that made his blood flow a decade ago.

The secret technique that made Galhyo rods the best material for blackness!

Hyo Feng's vision suddenly turned foggy, forcing him to lose sight of the two for a moment.

I'm strangled.

"Bro… Bro!

My heart aches, like it's being torn apart. He cries out like he's vomiting blood, but the answer is empty. The pulsating air settles, and silence falls between them.

The whirling gusts of wind came to a halt, frozen in time, and the gravelly sand that had been blowing around fell to the ground. The fierce winds of qi and sword wind had ceased, but their momentum was as fierce as ever. Both men were ready.

Now all that remained was to fight.

The tension wrapped around and around in my gut like a demonstration that had been pulled apart. Even the occasional sound of swordfire around us fell silent, as if by promise.

Everyone in the hall stopped what they were doing, and everyone's eyes were fixed on this bout. There was an unreal silence and stillness, as if the heavens and earth held their breath.

"Boom!"

The sound of dry needles sliding down his throat was louder than thunder. His chest tightened and his throat burned. The strange silence seemed to him like a grim reaper's call.

Galactic Stream Opening Sword

Secrecy (秘傳悟意)

流星滿天 (流星满天) 飛星矢 (飛星矢)

Thunderbolt Blade (轟天血影刀法)

Mortal Enemy (必殺奧義)

The Great Heavenly Blood Stream Royal Cross (轟天血流覇王十字刃)

Mo Yonghui and Gal Hyo Feng unleashed their full strength at the same time. It was a true battle of life and death.

Both sides were among the greatest martial artists of all time. Two legendary martial artists clashed in one place. It was a sight that would never be seen again, even in a lifetime.

"Paah!"

The sword sphere at the tip of Mo Yonghui's sword burst open, releasing a meteor shower that filled the sky. The twin blades of the Galhyo Peak crisscrossed, forming a giant red cross. A brilliant white light filled the air in front of Zhong Zhong's eyes, followed by an earth-shattering roar.

"Kwagwagwagwag!"

The ten beautiful trees that stood behind Galhyo Feng's back could not withstand the pressure of the explosion and shattered into pieces, scattering into the air. It was as if the rain of trees had turned into a torrential downpour.

The dust from the explosion was so thick that it was hard to recognize his son-in-law.

The spectators, who had been granted a free pass to watch the epic clash, struggled to keep their eyes on the center of the battle. Their hearts were beating like unbridled stallions with the energy of the terrifying clash. If this is how the bodies of those separated by distance feel, what can be said of the shock of those in the center of the clash? They can only pay lip service.

"Ew!"

Red blood entered Mo Yonghui's vision. It was blood from his own body. It was proof that his internal organs were not intact. Gal Hyo Feng wasn't in good shape either. His clothes were tattered, and fresh blood was constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth. The clash had forced both of them to vomit blood in equal measure.

Mo Yonghui didn't even have the strength to lift a finger now; he had fallen to one knee from the extreme shock, while Gal Hyo Feng was still standing firmly on two legs. As proof, his twin swords were still pointing straight up at the sky.

Centered on Moyonghui, a giant crucifixion wound had dug furrows deep into the earth. I could only imagine the tremendous pressure his bare body had endured.

Galhoubong's eyes grew redder and redder. He was now raging against the one who had caused him so much pain. His face was flushed red, and the veins on his forearms were showing through, one by one.

"He… you mean he can still fight with a body like that?"

Qing Shui was stunned. Mo Yonghui, to be able to move your body to such an extent after receiving the Galactic Class Opening Sword! It wasn't unreasonable to be surprised.

Qing Shui's gaze became even more worried, his pupils brimming with anxiety. Mo Yonghui's condition was dangerous, and it was obvious that his speed was not up to par. Qing Shui was most worried about whether or not he could avoid this blow.

"I… don't get involved, this is between him and me."

It was uncharacteristic of him to be so focused on his own personal victory without considering the situation around him. He had always acted according to the law, but this time he prioritized the individual over the whole. It was the first time. Either he wasn't a person who followed rules and laws to the point of tedium.

"Is this what you mean by the blood of the unwashed?"

Qing Shui cursed himself for being helpless to do anything but watch. It suddenly occurred to him that he, too, might be driven by the desire to fight the strong. Fighting spirit rose up in him, and it was hard to suppress.

It was then that something went wrong with Galhyo-bong's body.