In the middle of Heaven's Summit, Jin Mu-Won and Shim Won-Yi stood face to face, while Geum Ju-Sang and the the Investigation Departnt martial artists watched from a distance.
"Has it really been seven years?" Shim Won-Yi greeted, though his eyes betrayed his hatred and resentnt.
Jin Mu-Won nodded curtly. "I believe so."
"To think that you managed to live while hiding all this ti… You really are sothing," Shim Won-Yi said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I guess you also hid the fact that you were a martial artist back then. Heh! Was I completely fooled by you?"
"I had to survive. I don't think what I did was wrong."
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"That's right, struggling for survival is not a cri. From the standpoint of soone who was deceived, however, it certainly doesn't feel good."
"Why would I deceive you?"
"Was it not deception? You thoroughly hid the fact that you practiced martial arts from , and I foolishly failed to see through your lies until the end."
Shim Won-Yi clenched his teeth, his eyes glowing with a chilling intensity.
The Northern Blade, huh.
A brilliant swordsman who had already proven himself a threat to the Seven Young Skies by defeating Hyun Gong-Hwi. Still, Shim Won-Yi could not acknowledge Jin Mu-Won… no, he refused to acknowledge him.
The re thought of people putting Jin Mu-Won on the sa level as himself disgusted him. The only rival he recognized was Dam Soo-Cheon.
Accepting that soone of his generation was held in higher esteem than himself was not sothing he could easily bear. Even more so when that person was the last heir of the Northern Army he had looked down upon.
At the very least, I cannot acknowledge you. Not in the world I live in.
Shim Won-Yi clenched his fists tightly, as if he was preparing to hit Jin Mu-Won at any mont.
"If you think struggling to survive is a cri, then I have nothing more to say to you, Young Master Shim. I will not apologize for 'deceiving' you either," Jin Mu-Won said firmly.
"Hmph! I never expected an apology from you. I only ca today to see that arrogant face of yours. In any case, even if I do nothing, you don't have much longer to live."
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"We'll see about that."
"Do you really think you can survive after causing such a stir in Heaven's Summit? It would have been better for you to hide in the harsh northern plains for the rest of your life. If you had done that, you might have lived in misery, but at least you would have survived." ṜАƝốΒÈs̈
"Is that how you would want to live?"
"How dare you curse ?" Shim Won-Yi's eyebrow twitched.
"We are not in a relationship where we have to respect each other, are we? So let ask you again. Is that how you would want to live? Would you be content to spend your whole life on the run, barely clinging to life?"
"Hmph! That will never happen to ."
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"I thought the sa thing ten years ago. I believed that all the unhappiness in the world had nothing to do with . But fate… sotis it twists in ways we never expect, regardless of our intentions. There is no guarantee that such a turning point will not occur in your life as well.
"You're talking nonsense. Who could possibly twist my destiny? From the very beginning, I have been different from the likes of you. Such a thing will never happen to ."
"You should never take the word 'never' lightly."
"You insolent bastard!" Shim Won-Yi roared, unable to contain his fury any longer.
The martial artists of the Investigation Departnt flinched at his powerful qi-infused voice, but Jin Mu-Won, who received the full force of his killing intent, didn't so much as blink.
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Shim Won-Yi's qi surged like a tidal wave, rushing toward Jin Mu-Won. Although it was invisible, Jin Mu-Won could clearly sense its shape.
It seed that in Shim Won-Yi's eyes, he was still the sa person he was seven years ago. A little boy hunched over by the weight of his killing intent, hiding like a mouse to survive, a pitiful figure from a harsh past.
WHOOSH!
He released his own aura. As if sword qi had been condensed into a single point, the intense wave not only severed Shim Won-Yi's qi in an instant, but also invaded his body through his pores.
"You bastard!" Shim Won-Yi snarled, alarm clouding his face as he quickly gathered his internal energy to expel Jin Mu-Won's qi.
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Jin Mu-Won had responded to his provocation with an overwhelming show of force, and the unexpected counterattack wounded his pride.
RUMBLE!
The surrounding air trembled as Shim Won-Yi summoned even more qi.
Geum Ju-Sang, who had been silently observing, finally stepped forward, saying, "That's enough. Stop this at once."
"Hall Leader Geum!"
"I allowed you to talk, not vent your personal grudges," Geum Ju-Sang warned.
To him, Shim Won-Yi was the only one preparing to fight. He hadn't sensed Jin Mu-Won silent shadow qi counterattack at all.
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Shim Won-Yi's expression soured. "But…"
"Attacking Lord Jin now would be a direct challenge to the authority of Heaven's Summit. I would prefer that you not make such a mistake," Geum Ju-Sang interrupted coldly.
"…Understood. It seems I was too rash."
Shim Won-Yi reluctantly stepped back. Although he was a mber of the Seven Young Skies, Geum Ju-Sang was one of the real powerhouses of Heaven's Summit.
There were too many eyes watching him. If he acted recklessly, his hard-earned reputation could crumble in an instant.
Regardless, his enmity towards Jin Mu-Won did not fade in the slightest. Were it not for Geum Ju-Sang's presence, he would have attacked the man already.
"The next ti we et, you will kneel at my feet and beg for your life."
"Or maybe the opposite will happen."
"You dare…!" Shim Won-Yi gritted his teeth, barely able to contain his anger.
anwhile, Jin Mu-Won simply shrugged nonchalantly and walked past him.
Shim Won-Yi watched as Jin Mu-Won left with Geum Ju-Sang and the others.
"Just wait and see. I will make you the most wretched person in the world," he swore to himself under his breath.
He was not the type to forget a grudge, no matter how small.
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