Chapter 162 - He actually wins that
Kwang!
Every ti the swords clashed, a deafening roar echoed.
However, the only ones who could hear that sound in its entirety were the two n inside the cloud of sword aura, Biyoung and Yubeop.
As ti passed, the density of the cloud beca thicker and heavier.
‘Wind and Cloud Dragon Sword…… a certainly tricky sword art.’
The more they exchanged blows, the more the battlefield imperceptibly shifted to the opponent’s favor.
Within the thick, fog-like cloud, only two things were visible.
The viscous light emanating from the True Dragon Sword’s aura, and the sharp, piercing gaze in Yubeop’s eyes.
‘This cannot be cleared away by ordinary thods.’
That was the conclusion Biyoung reached.
If he carelessly tried to escape this area, he was more likely to be struck.
Either find a way out from within this cloud,
Or blow away this cloud itself.
Kaang!
Kang!
The sword strikes Yubeop unleashed were like the claws of a dragon lunging out from within the clouds.
Had it been any of the other next-generation disciples instead of Biyoung, they would have collapsed long ago, spattering blood.
In other words, Elder Yubeop was using all his strength.
Perhaps he thought it wasn't clearly visible from the outside anyway.
As the Sword Cloud ford thickly, Elder Yubeop began to overtly target only Biyoung’s vital points.
Kkaang!
Biyoung couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
How on earth was this a ‘duel’?
An old master, trained to the utmost, was attacking a young next-generation disciple as if to kill him.
‘As if to kill……?’
Oh.
Biyoung was then able to resolve a small question.
When he first proposed the duel, even Biyoung couldn't be sure if Elder Yubeop would accept.
At best, it was fifty-fifty?
At first, he thought he had accepted his proposal, blinded by anger.
But looking at it now, that wasn't the reason.
Kaang! Kang!
A cloud of sword aura thick enough to steal the onlookers' attention.
A viscous sword aura that was clearly visible even when all sides were hazy.
And those eyes, as if his soul had been stolen by Asura.
Right now, only killing intent resided in Yubeop’s heart.
Smirk.
Biyoung liked that very much.
A duel without sincere intent from masters of this level was just bland.
Only a firm killing intent to kill the opponent.
An exchange carried out with that killing intent was what held aning.
For the first ti in a long while, Biyoung was feeling the sensation of the World's Fastest Sword.
Paang!
A murderous sword aura grazed just below Biyoung’s Adam’s apple.
The moniker Iron-Faced Cloud Dragon was indeed not an empty na.
To have included ‘cloud’ in his moniker ant he was that confident in his sect’s ultimate technique, the Wind and Cloud Dragon Sword.
For a while, Biyoung etched the ultimate forms of the Wind and Cloud Dragon Sword with his eyes.
Then he left a short review.
“That was a good show.”
The honorifics disappeared from Biyoung’s speech.
A change in speech during battle ant that Biyoung had returned to being the World's Fastest Sword.
Was it because of the density of the surrounding Sword Cloud?
Or was it because he was blinded by killing intent?
It seed Yubeop had not heard Biyoung’s words.
Hwaaak!
A pure white flash ca in a diagonal trajectory, aiming for Biyoung’s shoulder.
Biyoung’s eyes, watching the sword path, shone brilliantly even within the cloud.
Cheok.
A dazzling halo of light burst forth from Biyoung’s sword, held in a reverse grip.
It was a color far more concentrated than the thick cloud of swords, even more so than Yubeop's sword aura that flashed within it.
Soon, Biyoung swung his sword towards the True Dragon Sword.
Kwakwakwakwa!
The initiation of the sword was much faster on Yubeop's side.
So for a mont, Yubeop was confident of his victory.
But speed is always relative.
In front of the Diancang Sect’s quick sword, the Wind and Cloud Dragon Sword was nothing more than a leisurely floating cloud.
Kwaang!
With a louder roar than ever before, Yubeop’s pupils filled with astonishnt.
Had he ever seen such a fast sword in his life?
In that short gap, which could only be described as an instant, Biyoung’s deep blue sword aura blocked Yubeop’s sword path.
Kwakwakwakwa!
That wasn't all.
Contrary to the True Dragon Sword, which was blocked and sent flying backward, Biyoung’s sword continued on its initial path towards the sky.
Sweeeek!
Towards the deep blue sky, a whitish whirlwind soared.
Following the sword path Biyoung created, Yubeop’s entire Sword Cloud was blown away.
An area-of-effect skill of the Sun-Shooting Sword Art that annihilated the entire surrounding area, not just a point or a line.
A technique called a natural disaster because there was nowhere to escape.
Shooting Flash Ambush Strike had annihilated all the surrounding clouds.
“!!!”
The sword was knocked away, and the Sword Cloud disappeared without a trace.
All that remained was Yubeop’s wide-open chest.
Chwaaaak!
As if to follow the Sword Cloud that soared into the sky, crimson blood spurted into the air.
And Yubeop’s body slowly crumbled.
“E-Elder?!”
“Elder!!”
Seeing Yubeop collapse to the ground, the third-generation disciples all rushed out to check on his condition.
Although they had suffered a bitter defeat today, the sight of Elder Yubeop falling was several tis more shocking than their own defeats.
The eldest, Cheongjin, turned his head frantically and shouted.
“Wound dicine, who has the wound dicine!!”
“The pills and wound dicine should be with Ojin.”
At the ntion of Ojin, Cheongjin’s face turned pale.
Ojin, who had been beaten to a pulp by Danseol, was receiving separate treatnt in the Diancang Sect’s infirmary.
Looking at the wound, it was doubtful whether it could be treated with wound dicine, but right now, they didn’t even have that.
“This won’t do. Quickly, go to Ojin and……!”
Just then, a clear, tallic voice was heard from behind Cheongjin.
“Aish. Get out of the way!”
“?!”
“Damn it. Did I co here to make pills, or to treat people.”
The old man with the tallic voice sat down next to Yubeop, grumbling continuously.
His speech and actions were extrely rude, but the third-generation disciples were sohow overwheld by the old man’s presence and couldn’t stop him.
Sreureu……
The old man treated Yubeop’s wound with clean, superfluous movents.
He sprinkled a green powder on the wound on his chest and opened Yubeop’s mouth to insert a small pill.
Then, he pressed acupoints here and there on his body.
“Eum……!”
The effect was imdiate.
A reddish hue began to return to his pale face, and the blood that seed like it would spurt out forever had stopped.
While everyone was gaping at the miraculous effect, the old man looked at the seat of honor with a blunt face.
“This goes against my principles, but I did so as the Sect Leader made a special request.”
“Hoh hoh hoh. Thank you.”
Jeokseo bowed his head politely towards the old man.
“Aish! What are you doing not moving aside?”
The polite attitude towards the Sect Leader quickly vanished, and the old man once again got angry at the third-generation disciples.
Cheongjin clasped his hands in a fist salute on behalf of the group.
“Thank you, elder. This favor……”
“Thank the Sect Leader, not . I didn’t want to do it.”
After saying that, the old man spat once and left.
Cheongjin’s bewildered gaze moved from the old man to the Sect Leader.
‘……He is an amazing person.’
Cheongjin’s eyes as he looked at Jeokseo were completely different from before.
It was true that he had initially disregarded him based on his appearance.
The so-called Sect Leader of the Diancang Sect seed to have no martial power whatsoever.
But as expected, perhaps?
While they were panicking, unable to treat their elder, the Sect Leader had sent word in advance and had a skilled person treat him.
Cheongjin was quite impressed by that swift response.
As if he had expected such a thing to happen from the very beginning.
‘Could it be……?’
A thread of doubt arose in Cheongjin’s mind, but now was not the ti for long thoughts.
He clasped his hands in a fist salute with an extrely polite posture.
“Thank you for the Sect Leader’s grace.”
“S-Senior Brother?”
“What are you all doing! Hurry up and pay your respects!”
At his firm voice, the third-generation disciples soon took the sa posture.
“Thank you for the Sect Leader’s grace!”
“Thank you!”
“Hoh hoh hoh. It is not sothing worth receiving such thanks.”
Jeokseo instructed people to have Yubeop treated in the Diancang Sect’s infirmary.
“We have prepared a place for you to stay. You may rest as much as you wish before returning.”
“Thank you for the kind words, but……”
Cheongjin answered softly with a bitter face.
“We intend to return as soon as our elder regains consciousness. Our elder would probably want that as well.”
“Hoh hoh hoh. It is a pity, but if that is your wish, it cannot be helped.”
Cheongjin bowed politely once more and led his junior brothers towards the infirmary.
The warriors and rchants of the Diancang Sect silently watched their backs.
“Hmph. They say a rotten sea bream is still a sea bream. At least the eldest brother acts like a person. Unlike us.”
“What was that, you punk?”
At Biyoung’s words, the eldest of the next-generation disciples glared at him.
“Well, our Senior Brother Eung Gajin is either throwing up or fainting every other day……”
“Whose fault is that! You damn bastard!”
“Why. Are you going to pick a fight with the man who beat an elder?”
“…………!”
Hearing it from the person himself made it hit closer to ho.
This incredibly annoying guy had really done it.
The next-generation disciples looked at Biyoung with renewed eyes.
‘He actually wins that.’
‘He has no conscience. Beating up an elder-level fighter?’
‘Where on earth did a guy like this…….’
‘What a monster. It doesn’t even seem like he showed all of his skills.’
Feeling the gazes of his fellow disciples, Biyoung smirked.
“You senior brothers did well too. As promised, you didn’t allow a single sword strike.”
“Oh. So?”
“Yes. I’ll cancel tonight’s hell training. It’s not like the world will end if I postpone it for a day.”
“Yes! Good think……!”
Eung Gajin, who was joyfully replying, paused for a mont.
“Postpone it for a day? What kind of bullshit is that?”
“Didn’t you hear? We’ll do the hell training tomorrow night. Eat and rest comfortably for today.”
“You son of a……”
It was when Eung Gajin was about to spit out a curse that ca from the depths of his heart.
Biyoung’s atmosphere suddenly turned serious.
“So. How much were you planning to enjoy just by beating those True Dragon Sect trashes today? Did we win the Shaolin martial arts tournant or sothing?”
“That is………….”
Eung Gajin and all the other next-generation disciples smacked their lips.
“No.”
“No.”
“No.”
“Kekeke. So save up your strength for tomorrow.”
After saying that, Biyoung trotted off towards where the sll of food was coming from.
Eung Gajin growled at his retreating back.
“Damn bastard. Only a single night’s rest.”
Uma, who was next to him, spat on the ground.
“Ptui. I thought it went over too well……. But well. It wasn't a difficult task, was it?”
“That is……”
Eung Gajin shrugged his shoulders.
The fight against the third-generation disciples, which had been half tension and half worry, was absurdly bland.
For them, it felt more difficult to allow a single sword strike.
And although he didn’t want to admit it.
Although he didn’t want to say it so much that his Dantian felt like it would pop out of his throat.
Their growth was entirely thanks to one person.
“Yes. It’s thanks to that damn bastard.”
***
All the martial artists had left the training ground, but the rchants remained in their seats, savoring the afterglow.
“Hahahaha. I can’t believe it even after seeing it with my own eyes!”
“Does this even make sense? In terms of age alone, aren’t they like a grandfather and a grandson?”
“To think Elder Yubeop would be defeated by a next-generation disciple……!”
“I can’t even begin to guess the extent of Young Hero Biyoung’s skills. Hahaha!”
The head of the Yi Family Clan, Yi Gwon-su, was also among them, basking in the afterglow.
He had thought, ‘no way, no way’.
That crazy bastard had really caused a major incident.
The spectators gathered here would faithfully carry out their duty (?) as soon as they descended the mountain.
aning, the news of the Diancang Sect’s triumph and the True Dragon Sect’s humiliation would spread beyond Yunnan to the entire Murim.
“We have prepared a al inside, so please eat.”
“Ooh! Why would we refuse! Let’s all go!”
“A fad feast has much to see and eat! Hahaha!”
Most of the rchants walked towards the dining hall with extrely satisfied faces.
However, Yi Gwon-su remained in his spot, looking at various places in the Diancang Sect.
‘A perfect victory in many ways.’
The more he thought about it, the more it was true.
In the fight between the next-generation disciples, they didn’t allow a single defeat, not even a single sword strike.
The teenage prodigy Biyoung had defeated an elder of the mighty True Dragon Sect.
From now on, the fa of the Diancang Sect would spread rapidly.
This alone could be called a rare triumph in recent tis.
However.
In Yi Gwon-su’s eyes, there was another spoil of war remaining.
He could see the rchants gathered in small groups and the Sect Leader.
“There’s no finance hall? Is that true?”
“Hoh hoh hoh. The sect’s foundation is still lacking.”
“Then with whom should we discuss business-related matters?”
“That is……”
So rchants, their eyes twinkling, were already starting to make their move.
Although they ca here today as spectators, once they descended the mountain, they were all rchants who were big shots in their respective fields.
The fact that they had accompanied Yi Gwon-su here today was a testant to their influence.
They had a better instinct for money than anyone else, and so it seed they had already slled it.
That the future of the Diancang Sect was much brighter than expected.
“Well. It doesn’t really matter.”
Yi Gwon-su gave a complicated smile and soon left the place.
If it were any other sect, he might have been among them.
But in terms of connections with the Diancang Sect, there was no rchant in Yiliang County who could match him.
His son had entered the sect, so what stronger bond could there be?
‘It’s going to be a much more difficult calculation than I thought.’
Today’s duels.
And thinking of his son Sedong, Yi Gwon-su set aside the abacus in his mind.
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