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The sword that was swinging coldly whirled towards the opponent.
𝘒𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨!
However, the sword with that sharp momentum was blocked by a black hand and bounced back powerlessly.
‘Damned!’ Hyun Sang's face hardened.
Poisonous Blood Hand's arms, dyed black to the shoulders, gave off an eerie light.
Hyun Sang's Plum Blossom Sword, which can cut steel like a sheet of paper, now could not even leave a scratch on that blackened arm.
'Is this how strong a Thousand People Room’s squad leader is?'
Thousand People Room has 12 martial Squads. Each leader is a powerhouse representing Thousand People Room. Above them are the Room Leader, Elders, and those who do not belong to any mentioned forces. Hyun Sang’s opponent is a Squad’s leader, which means he is at least one of the 20 strongest people in the Thousand People Room.
‘He's a martial master of Thousand People Room on par with the Ten Great Sect.'
A strange feeling welled up in him.
Hyun Sang is the Master of Mount Hua's Martial Hall.
Before Chung Myung entered the sect, he was the top master in this place.
But the current Hyun Sang was having a hard time dealing with one of the Squad leaders of Thousand People Room.
If it wasn't for the pill that Chung Myung gave him, he might have turned into a cold corpse lying on the ground a long time ago.
"Huff huff." He gasped in difficulty.
Aching wrist, heavy waist. Unlike him who had grown old, Poisonous Blood Hand in front of was filled with vitality of youth.
However, Hyun Sang had no intention of withdrawing.
To protect the disciples? Or to carry on the name of Mount Hua?
‘I don't know either.’
Perhaps such a good-looking story has no meaning at all.
Hyun Sang is different from Hyun Jong. He can't love the disciples so much.
And he’s also different from Hyun Young. Hyun Young can easily throw his life for Mount Hua, but he couldn't do it so blindly.
He's just...
"You seem to have a lot of thoughts."
Hyun Sang frowned slightly at Poisonous Blood Hand's words.
The comfort on the opponent's face made Hyun Sang's fingertips numb.
Poisonous Blood Hand clicked his tongue.
"It's a pity to be old. If we had met a dozen years earlier, it would have been a good battle."
Hyun Sang smiled helplessly.
The opponent's words were like a sharp knife piercing his heart.
"If you give up, I will give you a peaceful death."
Hyun Sang looked at Poisonous Blood Hand with gloomy eyes. It was a humiliation that he could not tolerate.
"Rotten child."
Hyun Sang raised his sword and aimed at Poisonous Blood Hand.
“What do you see in the eyes of the man standing in front of you?”
"……."
"An old swordsman who is worn out by old age, or an old ass who's been hiding in a lion's skin under the false pretense of an Elder of Mount Hua?"
Maybe that's not all wrong at all.
But.
"Look closely."
He took a deep inhale, then glared at Poisonous Blood Hand. His eyes glistened like starlight.
"Standing in front of you now is the history of Mount Hua."
Hyun Jong had to protect Mount Hua. Hyun Young worked hard to keep Mount Hua from collapsing.
And during the time when those two had to shed blood and tears, Hyun Sang was only immersed in Mount Hua's martial arts.
Does he look comfortable?
Just learn martial arts at ease?
That's ridiculous.
He had begged and pleaded to Hyun Jong countless times.
Better to ask him to come down the mountain to earn money. Learning martial arts was not easy at all, he always wanted to go down the mountain to earn some money and become more useful to Mount Hua.
But each time, the answer he received was the same.
- 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓, 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝐻𝑢𝑎 𝑖𝑠, 𝑀𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝐻𝑢𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝐻𝑢𝑎. 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝐻𝑢𝑎'𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠.
Someone has to do it.
To learn, to restore, and to develop the martial arts of the withered Mount Hua.
Hyun Sang has walked to death on that path of suffering, which is as painful as fumbling with his fingertips in the darkness without a speck of light searching for a way.
For decades, he had been walking on that path.
Who understands that anguish?
Who can feel that despair?
He had protected Mount Hua's martial arts just like that, and finally today it had begun to bear fruit and bloom flowers.
So Hyun Sang's role has ended?
Should this old and sick tree just stand still and watch its posterity and wither away?
"Did you say give up?"
There is nothing left.
Everything he had to protect has already been passed onto future generations. It was no longer his job to develop Mount Hua's martial arts, nor to teach the children in Mount Hua.
When a blossom has fulfilled its role, all that remains is wither and fall off the branch.
But.
"I've never allowed myself to give up even once in my life."
Hyun Sang gritted his teeth.
"I have no intention of dying and becoming manure. And I don't intend to be a seat for the children's future. Even though I'm old and weak, I'm still a Mount Hua's Swordsman. If I have to die, I’ll die as a swordsman."
"……."
"Therefore."
There is only one thing left to protect.
His self-esteem.
His pride as a sword of Mount Hua.
"Come, the villain of Thousand People Room. Today I'll show you clearly what Mount Hua's swordsmanship is."
Poisonous Blood Hand's eyes became colder.
"You talked very well. Let's see if you can talk like that after that neck is pulled out."
Poisonous Blood Hand's both hands began to turn black. At the same time, his body radiated a blade-sharp shockwave.
Receiving that powerful shockwave with his whole body, Hyun Sang was still standing tall on the ground.
‘What does this sword contain?'
He had never thought that far. He just unfolded the sword technique that he had been wielding for decades.
'Can flowers bloom on an old tree?'
If so, why hadn’t plum blossoms bloom on his sword?
The tip of his sword began to vibrate.
Like a flame rekindling and rising from the ashes, plum blossoms began to bloom continuously.
Something he couldn't let go of.
Since the day when 24-Move Plum Blossom Sword Technique returned to Mount Hua, Hyun Sang had not stopped worrying.
He knew.
His limits were obvious at that age. Rather, spending that time teaching and supporting the children could be of greater help to Mount Hua.
But he couldn't let go.
He's a swordsman.
He is a swordsman who has been holding a sword all his life.
How can not being stronger be a reason for him not to train?
"Hm?"
Poisonous Blood Hand's face hardened when he saw the plum blossoms blooming like fireworks.
"So you can do it too!"
He rushed forward, swinging his arms up like a hurricane. The flying plum petals collided with the poisonous fist and were thrown out in all directions.
A storm of black fist Qi and layers of layers of plum petals rushed into each other.
One who tries to pierce and the one who tries to block.
A battle broke out with neither side willing to give in to the other.
* * *
𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨!
The sword was pushed back by the blade rushing in.
After a short collision, Hyun Jong widened the distance with Savage Blade, then he sighed softly
'He's so strong.'
His opponent's skills were clearly superior to him. If that’s the case, he must focus all his strength on defending.
Hyun Jong wiped the sweat rolling down his forehead with his sleeve, then he quietly looked around.
'Not yet...'
Thanks to the efforts of Un Geom and Hyun Sang, they were not far behind.
No matter how full of spirit they are, it is true that Mount Hua's disciples here are still behind compared to the warriors of the Thousand People Room.
War is about being superior in morale.
If the three people facing the enemy's leader, including Hyun Jong, collapsed, the number of victims would be many times higher.
‘Hyun Sang. Un Geom.’
The two of them must drag the time out as much as possible. Until the children who heard the news in Xian returned to the sect.
Of course, it won't be easy. At a glance, Life Reaping Short Spear and Poisonous Blood Hand's martial arts are in a much higher realm than Hyun Sang and Un Geom.
But at all costs...
"I can't believe you can afford to look around despite me being here. As expected of Mount Hua's Sect Leader?"
"……."
Hyun Jong's eyes slowly turned forward again.
Savage Blade was swinging the handle of the blade into his palm.
"It's good to be relaxed, but can you think of my pride a little bit? Sect Leader?”
Even though he seemed very comfortable talking, Hyun Jong couldn't stretch his stiff face.
"This isn't the first time I've met an opponent who is a Leader of a sect. But
dealing with the Sect leader of a prestigious sect like Mount Hua is really my first time. I hope you won't let me down."
Hyun Jong stared at Savage Blade with unwavering eyes.
Competitiveness?
There is no a such thing.
Pride?
He gave up on that a long time ago.
All that remains is his responsibility as the Mount Hua Sect’s Leader.
"You said that if we can’t get past you, we can't kill anyone, right?"
"It is."
"Very well!"
At that moment, the blade in Savage Blade's hand swung violently and flew toward Hyun Jong like a flash of light.
𝘚𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘵.
Before Hyun Jong could react, a cut grazed his chest.
Blood started oozing out.
A long wound.
But the meaning of that wound was not simple. He did not let his guard down, but he could not react to his opponent's attack. Doesn't this mean there is an extreme difference between Hyun Jong and Savage Blade?
"A word only has meaning when the stronger says it. Isn't that right, Sect Leader?"
Hyun Jong glanced down at the long cut on his chest.
'He’s strong.'
A man who has faced death’s door countless times.
To be honest, he was not someone Hyun Jong could deal with.
Even if he has devoted his whole life honing Mount Hua’s martial arts, there is no guarantee that he could win against Savage Blade. So how can a Hyun Jong who could not even train properly to revive Mount Hua be able to deal with Savage Blade?
But.
"You are definitely stronger than me."
"Turns out you're aware of that."
"But I won't back down because of that."
"……."
Hyun Jong quietly stretched his sword.
"Martial arts are not inherently designed to compete for strength. In a world where innate abilities are inevitable, martial arts is born so that the weak can deal with the strong. In other words, martial arts is a means by which the weak can fight against the strong."
"Haha."
Savage Blade grinned revealing his teeth.
“So, you’re gonna confront me from the stance of the weak?”
Savage Blade grasped the blade again.
𝑊𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐻!
Savage Blade executed blade strokes with terrifying momentum, aiming to split Hyun Jong's head.
𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑔!
Hyun Jong raised his sword to block. However, it was difficult to fully bear the power, so the devious blade was dejected and sliced a handful of flesh from Hyun Jong's shoulder.
𝘊𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘬.
As the blood spattered out, Hyun Jong's black robe quickly dyed with blood red.
Two attacks.
And two wounds.
The difference in strength is clear as day.
"Words are meaningful only when they are fulfilled. Don't you think so?"
Savage Blade Said in a disdainful tone.
"I'm so sick of your Righteous faction’s smack of lips. They're always talking sophistry that doesn't make sense. But that was until their heads fell to the ground."
Looking at the blood drops on the sword, he laughed like a madman.
"I can't wait to see what kind of sound Sect Leader will make!"
Savage Blade's blade was stretched out once again.
A terrifying speed. And a massive power that doesn't match that speed.
It was a chaotic and rough path (투로(鬪路)) that suited his nickname of ‘Savage Blade’ (野刀), but its speed and power were covering the shortcomings of that rough way.
The blade was raging, like waves swirled in the sea during a storm.
But Hyun Jong's posture in the face of that fierce energy did not waver at all.
𝐾𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑔! 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑔!
The blade strokes were thrown out. However, it was impossible for Hyun Jong to stop all those pouring attacks.
𝘚𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘵.
His biceps were cut.
𝘚𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘵.
Blood spurted from the calf.
𝘚𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘵.
The hips that were gently cut soon dyed a blood red color.
In an instant, his whole body was stained with blood. However, Hyun Jong's eyes were not shaken even once while he was being cut everywhere.
He took up the Middle Way, facing Savage Blade. Then Savage Blade, who had continuously attacked like a storm, suddenly stopped and looked at Hyun Jong with subtle eyes.
‘What's this? This guy?’
In just a short period of time, he was slashed in 5 places.
Obviously, this man is not his opponent.
But…….
"Can’t you feel the pain?"
No matter how much he trains, how can he accept the pain of flesh being cut so casually?
This was impossible even for Savage Blade who lived with countless wounds and scars on his body.
'No. That's the stance of someone ready to be cut in the first place.'
Although his body was slashed in many places, the center line was still firmly protected.
From the head to the groin, if the center of his body doesn’t get cut, he won't die.
However, it is impossible to even try without a Mind of Relativity. And yet, not a wandering master wielding his blade to fight for his life, eating and sleeping on the battlefield, but an old man who has lived comfortably in the mountains is showing him that One Mind of Righteous Path?
"You asked me about pain?”
But then, Hyun Jong opened his mouth calmly with a blood-washed face.
"I don't know what kind of life you've been living, but I haven't lived comfortably enough to feel pain with only this many wounds."
His eyes sank coldly.
The pain of flesh being cut can not compare with the pain of seeing the sect collapse with his own eyes. The flesh wound will one day heal. But once rotting from the inside, it will never heal.
Those who have protected Mount Hua have come all the way here with such pain.
Compared to that, these injuries are nothing.
"You seem to have misunderstood the position of Sect Leader."
"What?"
“Sect Leader is not the highest, most revered position. On the contrary,..."
Hyun Jong's low voice penetrated Savage Blade's ears.
"He is the one who persists until the end. Even if you're strong enough to sever my flesh, you can never cut off my soul."
Hold on.
Even if all the blood in the body is drained out and only the shell remains.
Until the last drop of his soul leaves, he will never fall.
'I still have work to do.'
So he can't fall down yet.
"I'm the Sect Leader of Mount Hua."
His sonorous voice tightened Savage Blade stronger than any shout and command.
"That meaning."
Hyun Jong's sword aimed unwaveringly at Savage Blade's neck.
"I'll show you clearly."
Savage Blade unknowingly swallowed his dry saliva and gripped his blade.
