Absolute Regression Chapter 595 : What Did You Do to That Fist

Chapter 595: What Did You Do to That Fist?

Lee Ahn’s eyes were filled with admiration as she looked at the One-Slash Sword Supre.

Yes, that was exactly the future she dread of.

She wanted to live like that—freely, without being mindful of anyone’s gaze. That was why she carried a sword and road the Central Plains. A life where she could go wherever she wished and return whenever she wanted.

To the weak, freedom was nothing more than an illusion. Only those truly strong could live freely.

That sa sentint echoed in the heart of Yeon Baekin, the Hall Master of the Golden Dragon Martial Hall, who had been observing from the side. If he had to summarize the long-winded chatter into a single phrase, this would be it. If it were him, he would have said this:

“Shut up!”

That single desire dominated him. It was that desire that made him expel everyone from the martial hall, leaving only himself to stand in this sea of blood.

But suddenly, the scene unfolding before his eyes tightened his chest.

Corpses were strewn across the floor.

Even those believed to be experts had fallen with a single strike.

And he had sided with them, arrogantly unaware that their opponent was the Demon Supre.

Yeon Baekin’s gaze turned toward the Fist King, Kang Hu.

Sitting in the audience, he was truly acting like a re spectator.

“Even as everyone is dying, are you just going to sit there?”

Not knowing how formidable the man was, or what kind of person he might be, Yeon Baekin couldn’t help but think of another man.

“What are you doing?”

He earnestly wished the man below would co up to this place.

If that chair were to descend and he rose up sitting on it—how great would that be? He believed that man could kill all these terrifying Demon Supres.

A trace of dissatisfaction briefly passed over Blade Ghost’s face, but it quickly vanished. Even though he had been utterly ignored by the One-Slash Sword Supre, he did not grow angry.

“That’s troubleso.”

He leisurely brushed off his clothes with his hand.

“I’m the kind of person who likes to make it widely known who I am. Can’t you tell just by my clothes?”

Red martial robes adorned with a white ghost—clearly the symbol of the Blade Ghost.

“Especially these days, too many people don’t recognize .”

He had consud a spiritual herb by chance. No, it hadn’t been a coincidence. He had killed and robbed the person closest to him, who had kept the treasure for a long ti.

Evil Spirit Immortal Herb.

Thanks to that herb, he not only gained imnse internal energy, but his skin beca taut, and black hair began to regrow.

His closest friend hadn’t taken it for a reason—the side effects. The herb’s wicked energy gradually invaded the mind, eventually driving the user insane.

No one knew when the side effects would manifest. It could happen the day after ingestion—or ten years later.

Blade Ghost had taken it without hesitation. The reason was simple.

—After all, I’m already an evil and insane bastard.

Even in his old age, Blade Ghost had been a well-known expert of the Unorthodox Alliance. With youth and internal energy added on, he had truly beco powerful. He believed no one could defeat him.

That was why he remained so relaxed, even after witnessing the One-Slash Sword Supre’s incredible technique just monts ago.

“One-Slash Sword Supre, your na will be the most glorious among those I’ve killed.”

The One-Slash Sword Supre still responded coldly.

“Not interested.”

However, there was one thing she was curious about.

“What I want to know is—what’s going on down there?”

Since the Fist Demon King wasn’t the type to ask such things, she had to investigate herself if there was sothing to uncover. After all, it concerned the life of none other than the Young Cult Leader.

The enemies were aware of what was happening underground, but they were not. If it were anyone other than the Young Cult Leader, they would’ve already gone down.

Blade Ghost couldn’t answer her question. Realizing he was also unaware of the situation below, the One-Slash Sword Supre dismissed him again.

“You sure talk a lot, yet you don’t know what you actually should.”

She did not recognize Blade Ghost as a worthy opponent. He was an enemy that needed to be killed anyway—and not a martial artist worthy of respect.

Blade Ghost’s expression hardened at her scorn.

This particular remark truly enraged him inside. Kang Hu had never told him anything, as if saying he wouldn’t share such matters with a re underling.

Truly, Blade Ghost had encountered all sorts of villains in his life, but never had he t soone as unlikable and irritating as that man.

Then Kang Hu spoke.

“You know sothing? You people are in a place you shouldn’t be.”

He was certain of Geom Mugeuk’s death.

“You’re in the place responsible for the Young Cult Leader’s death. Even if not by our hands, your Cult Leader will kill you.”

The One-Slash Sword Supre let out a faint smile.

“You don’t know anything either.”

Neither about the Young Cult Leader, nor the Cult Leader.

She firmly believed the Young Cult Leader would not die—and even if he did, the Cult Leader would not hold them responsible. That would be even more painful for him.

The One-Slash Sword Supre turned her gaze back to Blade Ghost.

“Then I’ve nothing more to say to the likes of you.”

Every word she spoke was laced with cold contempt, and so Blade Ghost also fell silent, quietly drawing his blade.

His signature blade technique was the Black Shadow Ghost Hand Blade Art.

A blade art composed of seven domineering techniques, it had claid countless lives. And now, this powerful martial art had grown wings.

Ssswaaaaaaaa.

A powerful wave of energy burst forth from Blade Ghost’s body. He had always possessed an inherently wicked nature, but with the evil energy of the Evil Spirit Immortal Herb added to it, his aura now radiated with vile malice.

Huuuaaaaang—

The malignant wind he exhaled sent the One-Slash Sword Supre’s white martial robes fluttering.

Yet even within that dreadful pressure, the One-Slash Sword Supre t Blade Ghost’s gaze with a proud and unyielding glare. She was no longer the sa as when she had once exchanged blades with Geom Mugeuk.

She had surpassed the stage of Greatness and was stepping into an entirely new realm. Her swordsmanship had advanced beyond the level of the Ten Star Greatness and was now aiming toward the Twelve Star Greatness.

Her signature martial art was the One-Slash Sword Art.

Both her title and her sword style had been nad after this technique, such was the depth of pride she held for it. But now, things had changed.

She was no longer confined by the prescribed forms, instead forging a path unique to her alone. The eight forms of the One-Slash Sword Art were gradually diminishing in number.

When the second form beca one, and even that single form vanished, that would be the mont she reached the essence of swordsmanship.

She had realized that true mastery was attained only when the sword gained complete freedom.

In the thickening tension, it was Blade Ghost who made the first move.

Swaaaang!

A powerful blade energy rushed toward her.

The One-Slash Sword was drawn, slashing through the air.

Chaaaak!

Like fine silk tearing clean in two, the rampaging blade energy was split apart and veered off in both directions.

Boom! Kwaang!

The divided strikes smashed into the rear wall, bursting through and collapsing it.

Blade Ghost’s expression stiffened. He had expected her to block it, but not so effortlessly.

“As expected! A Demon Supre is a Demon Supre.”

In a flash, the One-Slash Sword Supre was already swinging her blade at Blade Ghost.

Shwik!

A sharp and crisp slicing wind.

Kaaang!

Sword and blade clashed. If he had been even a mont slower, his head would’ve flown off.

Seeing her already retreating again, Blade Ghost’s eyes burned with sudden fire.

“Sword Supre! Today, by my han—”

Chaaeng!

Another spark flew. This ti it was even faster than before.

The One-Slash Sword Supre had aid straight for his neck again—but just as it seed she had retreated, she was suddenly right before him once more, her sword slashing down.

Kaaang!

Blade Ghost managed to block it, but pain shot through his wrist as if it had been torn apart. He could feel it clearly. Had it been his old self, he would have already been deeply wounded by that attack.

‘She’s strong!’

From the very start, he had been overwheld in both speed and montum. He was imasurably stronger than before, so he had never imagined being pushed like this. He hadn’t underestimated a Demon Supre—but he had never once thought that soone could be stronger than his rejuvenated self.

Of course, Blade Ghost wasn’t just on the receiving end.

Unleashing an even more powerful wave of evil energy, his blade tore through the air in rapid succession.

Papapapapak!

The One-Slash Sword Supre blocked two of the five consecutive strikes with her sword, and avoided the remaining three using her footwork.

Her movents were both concise and graceful. Typically, gracefulness might suggest wide, slow movents, but she demonstrated how speed and precision could also embody elegance.

At one mont, she seed to move slowly, and in the next—accompanied by the sound of a breeze—her silhouette had already sliced past Blade Ghost.

Light movent. But a sword that was never light. Each of her strikes, even in urgent monts, remained composed. Her swordsmanship went beyond grace—it felt dignified.

Paat!

Blood burst from Blade Ghost’s shoulder.

He counterattacked imdiately, but the One-Slash Sword Supre had already retreated beyond the reach of his blade.

Her movents, free from the bounds of fixed techniques, were like the wind—at tis gentle, like a spring breeze, and at others fierce, like a raging storm.

Lee Ahn, who was watching, didn’t miss a single motion. In this mont, the One-Slash Sword Supre was showing her:

What it ant to move as a sword wielder should.

Knowing that the longer the battle dragged on, the worse it would be for him, Blade Ghost unleashed his ultimate technique without holding back.

Dozens of streaks of blade energy rained down. This was the Demon Blade Rain, known as Ghost Rain.

The blade energy poured down on the One-Slash Sword Supre like a storm. Could a human truly avoid the rain?

Papapapapapapapapapak!

The One-Slash Sword Supre raced through the downpour. Normally, one would be soaked when running through the rain—but she defied common sense.

She evaded the first waves, slipped between gaps in the blade energy, and parried with her sword as she dodged. In every split second of awareness, she was already sowhere else.

And Blade Ghost saw it. Even amid the downpour, her eyes were fixed on him beyond the curtain of blade rain.

The mont he t those calm eyes, Blade Ghost poured all his internal energy into his next technique.

Huuuaaaaang!

An evil wind that would blow everything away—his final technique, Ghost Wind.

A massive storm of blade energy surged toward her. With imnse internal energy packed into the gust, the ground itself was overturned, and rocks, trees, and walls were all swept away.

The Fist Demon King turned around and embraced Lee Ahn, raising a strong shield of Protective Energy.

Whiiiiiiiiii!

To Lee Ahn, it felt like watching a typhoon sweep past a window from inside an indestructible building.

She was worried for the One-Slash Sword Supre.

Given the state of everything around them, the One-Slash Sword Supre was caught in the very heart of that blade storm.

Whiiiiii—

At last, the storm—howling like a maddened ghost—ca to a halt.

A smile crept onto Blade Ghost’s face.

That strike had landed perfectly. The arrogant One-Slash Sword Supre hadn’t dodged—she had faced his Ghost Wind head-on.

‘It’s always arrogance that ruins them.’

But as the dust settled and the scene inside the hall ca into view, the smile vanished from Blade Ghost’s lips.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

The One-Slash Sword Supre stood in place without having taken a single step. Not a single tear in her robes—not even a strand of her hair was out of place.

She calmly asked,

“Do you have anything more to show?”

He should have. But the only things left within him were disbelief and fear.

He never imagined he’d be the one saying this. It was the sa tired line that every dying enemy had once thrown at him.

“How…?”

The breeze that followed this ti sounded different.

It was the lightest, most cheerful wind he’d ever heard.

Blade Ghost stood there blankly in front of her.

Sssssk—

A diagonal line of blood appeared across his face and body.

“My life… was just about to begin again…”

He fell in two clean halves. The blood that poured out quickly soaked his robes. The white ghost painted on them turned crimson.

No matter how young he had beco again, no matter how much stronger his evil energy and internal force had grown—he was no match for the One-Slash Sword Supre.

She had been silently walking—no, sprinting—toward the ultimate essence of swordsmanship in recent days.

And then—

Jjeoong.

A sound rang out from beyond Blade Ghost’s corpse, far back at the main building.

A diagonal line began forming along the building’s structure.

Rumble—! Crash! Crash!

The main hall, which housed Yeon Baekin’s office, collapsed along the slanting line.

It was a clear testant to just how deep the essence of her final sword strike had been.

The One-Slash Sword Supre turned toward the Fist Demon King and Lee Ahn.

As she turned and stepped forward, the Fist Demon King lowered his head lightly. It was an expression of respect for her swordsmanship—and for her.

The One-Slash Sword Supre also gave him a light nod in return, acknowledging his courtesy.

Lee Ahn’s face was filled with awe and emotion.

But what moved her so deeply wasn’t that Blade Ghost had been slain, nor the fact that a building had collapsed.

It was because of the One-Slash Sword Supre’s clothing.

Having returned from battle through a sea of blood and corpses, not a single drop of blood stained her white garnts. She had moved through a storm of blade energy as if dancing through rain—yet not even a drop of blood from the floor had clung to her.

Lee Ahn lowered her head respectfully and spoke with formality.

“You have just shown the future I must pursue, Sword Supre.”

The One-Slash Sword Supre gave Lee Ahn a bright smile.

anwhile, the Fist Demon King stepped forward.

Now, only three people remained alive: Kang Hu, the young man with red bandages wrapped around him, and Yeon Baekin.

Yeon Baekin, who had barely survived by fleeing desperately beyond the reach of the blade storm, stared blankly at the collapsed building. It felt as though he had just glimpsed an ominous vision of his own future.

All of his subordinates were dead, and even the two experts he had brought were gone—but even in this situation, Kang Hu remained composed.

“I’ve always wanted to fight you soday.”

Kang Hu stepped forward slowly. The young man with red bandages also walked beside him.

The two n unwrapped their bandages simultaneously.

Beneath, their fists were densely engraved with small, indecipherable characters. The letters etched into each of their fists were different in color and content, yet from both flowed a strange and eerie energy.

Unlike the silent One-Slash Sword Supre, who continued to observe calmly, Lee Ahn’s expression hardened.

Even when the bandages were still on, the aura they emitted was far from ordinary. Now, with strange sorcery added to their fists, the energy of death emanating from them was anything but natural.

And it wasn’t just one enemy. The young man in red bandages appeared to be a disciple, standing alongside Kang Hu. He was clearly here for a reason—an assigned role in the fight.

If she still had her internal energy, Lee Ahn would have wanted to fight alongside her father. She had wanted to face the young one herself.

But despite her complicated feelings, the back of her father—the Fist Demon King—remained as immovable as a mountain.

Just like the back she had watched every night as he trained his fists beneath the cliffs.

“What did you do to your fists?”

The Fist Demon King clenched his massive fist tightly as he stepped forward.

“If you’ve no confidence in your fists, then pick up a weapon instead.”