The sword was deflected, and Peng Kyung’s blade fell for the head of Yu Yiseol.
It was all happening way too fast as if in the next second, the head of Yu Yiseol would split open.
The disciples of Mount Hua jumped from their seats when they saw this–but then!
Pang!
Yu Yiseol’s sword, which had been deflected, flew like lightning and struck the blade of Peng Kyung.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Once, twice, thrice, and again!
In an instant, twelve collisions happened between them.
It was impossible to push Peng Kyung’s blade back with a single hit, but it wasn’t so impossible when multiple hits fell like this.
Kwang!
The moment the weapons collided for the twelfth time, Peng Kyung’s shoulder bent a little, and his blade was thrown back.
‘Uh?’
Without a moment to even be shocked, Yu Yiseol’s sword went for his throat.
“Swiftness,” mumbled Chung Myung.
“Kuak!”
Peng Kyung turned his body to the side to avoid the attack, but he couldn’t fully avoid it and ended up dodging into the sword with his shoulder, drawing blood.
At that moment, Yu Yiseol’s sword, which stopped mid-air, slammed Peng Kyung on the back.
Thud!
Peng Kyung’s body managed to block the attack from the flat part of the sword, but then he fell down on the floor.
“Lose.”
Loss was a strong motivator.
“Damn it!”
Perhaps because of the shame of him, a blade user, being taken down by a swordsman, Peng Kyung got up in anger.
However, when he saw that the sword of Yu Yiseol was seemingly flying at him in many different ways…
“Many.”
Many changes.
Peng Kyung couldn’t stand straight and fell back.
One falls like a lazy donkey.
It was said that a lazy donkey rolls on the ground. This meant that the one with no hope would fall to the ground and stay there. The most reluctant method chosen by someone who had to save face…
Rolling several times around, Peng Kyung went out of the range of Yu Yiseol’s attacks and clenched his teeth, getting up.
“This… this damned…”
He couldn’t calm himself.
His opponent wasn’t much stronger than him. The strength of her sword was nothing, and it didn’t impact his blade; she didn’t even have half the strength he did.
Even if she was faster than him, wasn’t it obvious that speed without strength was useless?
And yet, strangely, he seemingly couldn’t ever take the lead.
‘Do not get excited.’
Peng Kyung bit his lip. He was bleeding from his lip. But thanks to the pain, his anger-filled head had calmed down a little.
‘With strength, I will have the upper hand. I need to use it.’
It was disadvantageous to continue to be attacked by his opponent like this. It would be difficult to defend himself with Yu Yiseol taking the lead.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AksiyonThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
