Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)

The day of eclipse (7)

Jin held his sword in his hand and poured Qi, coating its edge.

The dull blade sharpened, the Qi running on its edge on two opposing sides, creating a sharp cutting edge.

Jeo-gun's eyes tightened, gripping his sword. Glaring at Jin, he spoke.

"Bring it on!"

Swiiiiiish!

"..."

Jeo-gun looked down, seeing his sleeve fall to the ground. His shadow coated around his skin, preventing the cut from slashing his flesh.

He smiled and glanced back.

"My eyes don't lie. You're strong. This is the second time I've seen a talent of your caliber."

Jin slowly turned back and smiled. "Have we met before?"

"Who knows? I'm not that smart."

"..."

From the rubble, Beom Jae watched, his eyes focusing on the two. He shook his head, not believing what he was seeing.

'Jin is secretly a martial artist?! Has he been hiding it all this time? No, the world is vast, anyone who carries a sword is either a bum or a master.'

"You... help me..."

Beom Jae turned to the voice. Mei Ling lay beside Beom Jae, gritting her teeth. She was clutching her side, applying Qi to lessen the damage Jeo-gun had caused.

She coughed off blood and spoke in a groan.

"Help me... Grab the medicine in my sleeve."

Beom Jae carefully scooted over and nodded. He shoved his hand and grabbed onto something before pulling it out, revealing a small pouch of powder.

Mei Ling sticks out her tongue.

"Place the... powder on my tongue," she muttered, the weight of the unconscious martial artist crushing her. "Q-Quick!.."

Beom Jae hurriedly applied the powder to Mei Ling's tongue, Mei Ling slowly pulled her tongue back and swallowed the powder.

She moved her hand from her side to her stomach, shutting her eyes tight. The powder dissolved in her throat, slowly getting absorbed by her dantian.

Slowly, the pain subsided, she pushed the martial artists aside, and she stood up, wincing as she did so. She opened her eyes, focusing her gaze on Beom Jae who was still crouching.

She wiped the blood on her lip and slowly sat down, leaning on the martial artists she had pushed. Catching her breath, she glanced at Beom Jae and smiled weakly.

"Thanks. Keep the powder, use it however you like it. Don't digest too much or you'll be poisoned."

Beom Jae nodded and glanced at Woon-gi from far away, the wall he had crashed into covering him except for his head.

Jin Myeong maintained his stance, his eyes never leaving Jeo-gun. The energy around his sword hummed with intensity, the Qi sharpening the blade further.

"I don't see the point in this."

Jeo-gun smiled and rested his sword on the ground, shifting his weight to it. He laughed softly. Everyone who isn't a part of the cult wouldn't understand; he continued laughing, focusing his gaze on Jin.

"Someone of your strength will definitely cross paths with us in the future."

He kicked off his sword on the ground and rested it over his shoulders.