Lee Song-Baek frowned.
Regret? Did he just say regret?
âWhat a fearless child.â
Usually, Lee Song-Baek wasnât the sort of man to judge someone based on their age or status. But this young kid from Mount Hua seemed too self-indulgent.
âNo matter how good he is.â
He isnât even old enough to understand just how significant the difference between his sect and the other sects is, yet he is out here speaking such things.
How could he hold his head high and say such shameless statements knowing that his sect was at the bottom?
âLetâs stay strong.â
Lee Song-Baek sighed and continued.
âYouâre saying you agree to spar?â
âYes.â
A blunt but calm answer.
Lee Song-Baek opened his mouth and asked.
âWhat is your Taoist name?â
âDonât have one. I am Chung Myung.â
âChung Myung, Chung Myung it is.â
He already knew it, but he still asked for his name.
âLook here, disciple Chung Myung. Iâll give you a piece of advice. You may think that nothing is wrong with what youâre doing, but the worldâs affairs arenât determined solely by one person. I suggest you return to Mount Huââ
âArenât we going to fight?â
Lee Song-Baek flinched.
Chung Myung yawned as if he was bored and then said.
âIt seems like the Southern Edge sect fight with their mouths. Why did you say you wanted to fight, only to waste my time talking?â
ââŠâ
Lee Song-Baek smiled.
âMy discipline is lacking.â
Feeling the desire to destroy that wretched bastard soar.
âThereâs no need to rush. We will start now.â
As Lee Song-Baek grabbed the sword, Go Hwi gently grabbed his sleeve.
âSahyung. You intend to do this yourself?â
Lee Song-Baek looked back at him.
âYou donât have to do it, Sahyung. Iâll do it.â
âNo.â
âSahyung.â
Lee Song-Baek answered with firm eyes.
âThere is a minimum courtesy we must show to the opponent. I am the most mature of us here, so fighting against me wonât be too shameful for that child.â
In the end, Go Hwi sighed and stepped back.
âAnyway, Sahyung is too much.â
He was in a position to become a great disciple of the sect.
âThe Southern Edge Sectâs Lee Song-Baek wants to spar with Mount Huaâs Chung Myung.â
âAh, wait a minute.â
â⊠what now?â
Chung Myung titled his head as he looked at Go Hwi and said,
âLend me your sword.â
ââŠâ
Go Hwiâs eyes widened.
âBorrow my sword? How could a disciple from a once prestigious sect be like this?â
When entering a sect that teaches swordsmanship, the first thing one learns is to never let another person lay hands on their sword!
âAre you saying that disciples of your sect donât even carry their own swords?â
âWell, I am sorry for not expecting a fight.â
âMount Hua isâŠâ
âDonât bother if you donât want to.â
Chung Myung turned around.
âIâll check and see if there is anything, like a stick, worth using instead of a swordâŠ.â
Lee Song-Baek frowned.
âLend him your sword.â
âSahyung!â
âDo you want people to say that disciples of the Southern Edge sect fought a disciple of Mount Hua when he didnât even have a proper sword?â
ââŠâ
Go Hwi sighed deeply at Lee Song-Baekâs words. Soon after, he took off the sword tied to his waist before throwing it to Chung Myung.
âThanks.â
Chung Myung took the sword, held it in one hand, and looked at Lee Song-Baek.
âLetâs get started, shall we?â
â⊠wonât you unsheathe it?â
âI am not planning on killing you or anything. Itâll stay like this. You can unsheathe yours if you want too though.â
Lee Song-Baek closed his eyes.
âShit! Shit!â
The more he talked to this kid, the more it felt like all his yearsâ worth of mental training was disappearing.
Lee Song-Baek closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised his sword.
Initially, he planned to just scare him off, but now he thought it wouldnât be enough. Aside from his personal feelingsâŠ
âJudging from the way he talks and the way he acts, he wonât understand until heâs been broken apart.â
Lee Song-Baek, who judged Chung Myungâs character through the short conversation, was ready.
âDonât let your guard down.â
âYeah, yeah.â
Chung Myung lifted the sheathed sword.
Seeing that, Lee Song-Baek frowned.
âYou had better do it right. My hands are strong and fast. It will be too late to regret after youâve been struck.â
âExcuse me.â
âHm?â
Chung Myung sighed deeply and said,
âHurry up, will you? What are we still standing around for? Come at me.â
â⊠you!â
Anger deeply covered Lee Song-Baekâs face.
âIâll change that attitude of yours!â
In the end, he threw away all the manners a Taoist had to have and flew towards Chung Myung.
Phat!
The clear and simple sword of the Southern Edge Sect.
Among the Ten Sects, each sect was famous for their swordsmanship or their Taoism with distinct characteristics of their own. The Wudang Sectâs sword is known to be soft, Mount Hua is splendid, and the sword of the Southern Edge Sect was serious.
A heavy sword, excluding all changes and tricks, very much like the past, struck towards Chung Myungâs neck.
Chung Myung slightly raised his sword and blocked the attack.
Kang!
The blade and sheathed blade collided, producing a sharp metallic sound.
âTah!â
Lee Song-Baek swung his sword again, this time aiming for Chung Myungâs flank.
Fast and strong. Even if there was time for a counterattack, no one would have the courage to counterattack due to the swordâs immense force, which desired to split his waist in half.
Kang!
And again, Chung Myung lowered his sword to block the attack.
He hesitated.
Chun Myung, who couldnât handle the weight of the heavy sword, took a step back.
Lee Song-Baek noticed this slight hesitation and swung his sword to drive Chung Myung further into a corner.
âWhoa.â
Go Hwi, who was watching the match, smiled leisurely.
âSahyung seems quite angry. He doesnât seem to want to end this.â
âHuh?â
âThat kid just kept saying whatever he wanted and ended up pissing off Sahyung. Tsk tsk. You really need to judge who you can and canât afford to offend.â
âIs Sahyung scolding that child now?â
âYes. He can finish this match whenever he wants to, but canât you see that heâs trying to hold back? Iâm sure that kid must feel like shit right now just trying to survive Sahyungâs onslaught.â
As said, Chung Myung was constantly moving back and forth.
Looking at the sight unfolding in front of them, Wei Han-Su titled his head.
âDoesnât it seem like heâs blocking a little too well, though?â
âThatâs the great thing about Sahyung. What would people say if Sahyung took down a child in an instant?â
âAhâŠâ
âHe quickly grasped the childâs limitations and pushed him with enough strength and speed to just barely continue blocking. He doesnât even need to hit him to teach him a lesson.â
Go Hwi looked proud while saying that.
âHonestly, he doesnât need to go to such lengths to educate that kid. That kid should be thankful for this lesson. You too, stop doubting Sahyung.â
âYes!â
Go Hwi clicked his tongue.
âItâs hard to believe that someone as gentle as Sahyung has gotten so angry. Well, anyone would get angry at that childâs attitude. I just hope Sahyung doesnât get too excited.â
However, despite the thoughtful appreciation of the crowd, Lee Song-Baek, who was attacking, was giving it his all to beat Chung Myung.
Kang!
âBlocked again?â
It was strange.
It shouldnât have been blocked.
Contrary to what Go Hwi was saying about controlling his speed and strength, Lee Song-Baek was constantly accelerating.
âSo why am I being blocked?â
Chung Myungâs sword wasnât fast. It wasnât slow, but also not fast enough to make the opponent wary.
However, even with that, he could block Lee Song-Baekâs sword.
That slow sword seemed to pre-emptively arrive and patiently await where Lee Song-Baek would strike.
âI havenât even thought about where Iâm going to strike, but heâs already there. What the hell is going on?â
Could he read sword movement?
No, he wasnât at that level.
There was no way a young disciple of Mount Hua could read swords, and even if he could, it would be impossible to do it in action.
To block his sword with that slow sword, it was as if he could read minds⊠no, even before Lee Song-Baek decided on a path, that kid was moving his sword.
How could such a thing be possible? Was he a ghost?
âAhhh!â
Lee Song-Baek groaned as he swung his sword.
No matter how much he looked at the child, he judged that he couldnât be any older than fifteen years old. Considering his age, he should be around his younger brotherâs age. However, such a child blocked Lee Song-Baekâs sword without any difficulty.
His sword was one of the most renowned within the Southern Edge Sect!
âImpossible!â
Lee Song-Baekâs sword began to shine with qi.
Clearly, the spar began with only a little strength, but now he had unknowingly induced internal qi as his strength rapidly rose.
Swosh!
A strong gale gushed out from the sword.
Kang!
Lee Song-Baekâs sword, which was lightly surrounded by internal qi, couldnât push away Chung Myungâs sword.
Wall.
It seemed like a wall.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldnât get through it. It felt like a wall made of hard steel.
âEik!â
Lee Song-Baek swung his sword as hard as he could.
âHyat!â
Seeing the wind fluttering around Lee Song-Baekâs sword, Go Hwi screamed.
âSahyung! Donât overdo it!â
Go Hwiâs shrill voice echoed clearly in Lee Song-Baekâs ears.
âAh! What did I do!
Lee Song-Baek quickly called back his qi. The heavy internal energy dispersed from the blade as the momentum lowered, and what he swung was a barren sword that was merely a bit faster than normal.
However
Kwaang!
There was an explosion from out of the blue as Chung Myungâs body shot back like an arrow in flight.
âHuh?â
He was stuck to the wall.
Slide!
Thud!
There were cracks spread like spiderwebs along the wall that Chung Myung struck. His body slowly slid down before settling on the floor.
ââŠâ
Lee Song-Baek was in shock.
âSahyung!â
Go Hwi ran to him in panic.
âWhat did you do?â
âAh-No, IâŠâ
Obviously, he recalled his qi from the final strike.
Even with all his might, he couldnât cause a scratch on Chung Myung. It made no sense for the child to be pushed back so much without the sword even striking him.
It was then.
âUghhhh.â
Chung Myung, who collapsed on the floor, convulsed, and suddenly began to spurt blood from his mouth like a fountain.
âHeeeiiikkkkk!â
âUhhhhhh!â
Everyone was frightened and ran to Chung Myung. Only one person, Lee Song-Baek, stood rooted in place as the color drained from his face.
âPuaaah!â
Blood soared like a fountain rushing out.
Wow⊠who would imagine that blood could spurt out of a personâs mouth like that.
Anyone with eyes would believe that Lee Song-Baek was at fault for this.
âSahyung!â
ââŠâ
Lee Song-Baek couldnât understand what was happening.
âCough! Cough!â
Chung Myungâs mouth was dripping with blood. He clearly appeared to be injured severely. It wouldnât be too strange even if he flopped over and drew his last breath.
Just when Lee Song-Baek managed to regain his senses and was about to run to Chung Myung.
âWhat the hell is going on here!?â
Everyoneâs eyes turned to the voice.
Lee Song-Baek had no choice but to tightly close his eyes with a grim expression.
With a face full of anger that he had never seen before, Hwang Jongi was glaring at him.