The Northern Sea Ice Palace’s Martial God Son-in-Law Chapter 101 : Chapter 101

Chapter 101 : Eun Bin and Tae Un-seo

The Diancang Sect’s training field turned cold in an instant.

Ok In-gi, Diancang’s first-generation disciple and a discussed candidate for the next Sect Leader, was defeated in a single move.

And that, too, by a single punch from an opponent who hadn’t even drawn his sword.

"What on earth is that fire fist?"

"Didn't they say Ice Palace……? Then shouldn’t he use Ice Art?"

But he was using Fire Art, not Ice Art.

"No, no matter how I think about it, it’s absurd."

"How are we supposed to win against a monster like that……."

"Co on, refresh the atmosphere! Let’s cheer for Baek Ri-geuk now! The first one couldn't be helped, but there’s a next ti!"

It is a best-of-five series.

They just need to win three out of the remaining four duels.

"Baek Ri-geuk, you can do well, right?"

"…I will do my best."

Watching Baek Ri-geuk looking extrely tense, the eyes of Jang Il-jae, the Sect Leader of the Diancang Sect, narrowed.

"Impressive."

Jang Il-jae discreetly looked at the Divine Physician, Seong I-han, sitting next to him.

Seong I-han was stroking his beard with a pleased smile. It was an expression that said he had already expected this.

"Sect Leader, it seems the disciples' spirits have been crushed."

"Haha, does it look that way to you, Divine Physician? But our Diancang is not a sect that collapses so easily."

Jang Il-jae turned his head to check the roster.

Since they gave up the first round, they absolutely had to secure the second round.

If they lost consecutively here, Diancang’s honor would plumt to the ground.

"Second duel, Diancang Sect second-generation disciple Baek Ri-geuk! Step forward!"

At the shout of Baek Ri-gung, an Elder of the Diancang Sect, a man jumped up onto the martial arts stage with a highly tense expression.

"Who is the participant from the Ice Palace side?"

At Baek Ri-gung’s question, a figure walked out slowly from the Small Snow Squad’s side.

"Small Snow Squad Vice Captain, Eun Bin."

Eun Bin, revealing his smooth bald head, took a clasped hands greeting.

"Please treat well."

"I will learn a move from you."

Baek Ri-geuk drew the heavy sword he was carrying on his back.

It was a sword that focused on destructive power, differing in trajectory from the slender swords typical of the Diancang Sect.

Eun Bin, who had expected a fast sword duel, drew his sword with a fascinated look.

"Then, let the duel begin!"

Boom-!

Simultaneously with the command, Baek Ri-geuk, whom everyone thought was nervous, kicked off the ground and shot forward.

"Sun Shooting Sword Art, Splitting Light Crossing Shadows!"

Baek Ri-geuk’s sword scattered in all directions, pressuring Eun Bin’s entire body.

Despite being a heavy sword, the unique speed of Diancang was added to it, causing a heavy sound of piercing wind to ring through the training field.

‘To have this kind of speed with a heavy sword. It is indeed practical.’

Eun Bin narrowed his eyes.

The opponent’s sword qi was heavy rather than sharp.

It was a burdenso weight to take head-on.

Recently, while teaching Yu So-dong alongside Baek Mu-yong, Eun Bin had a chance to reflect on his own martial arts once again.

The essence of the Ice Palace, Snow Cloud Step.

Eun Bin’s body drew a strange trajectory, as if sliding on snow, and narrowly slipped through Baek Ri-geuk’s sword net.

"Are you only going to dodge!"

Surprisingly strong in actual combat, Baek Ri-geuk swung his sword widely, slashing horizontally.

The sword qi scratched the floor, raising dust.

But Eun Bin had already dug into his blind spot.

"Snow Shadow Sword."

A blizzard began to spew out from Eun Bin’s sword.

***

I stroked my chin while watching the battle between Eun Bin and Baek Ri-geuk.

"Young Master, the Vice Captain will win, right?"

"That goes without saying."

The problem is how he wins.

What I want is three consecutive victories.

To do that, Eun Bin needed to stomp on Baek Ri-geuk thoroughly so that the next opponent wouldn't be able to exert their spirit.

"Snow Shadow Sword."

At that mont, Eun Bin swung his sword.

Eun Bin’s slit eyes, which had been slightly closed, opened.

"I think it's my first ti seeing that sword art."

"The Vice Captain doesn't usually step forward."

Moving secretly in the background is Eun Bin’s nature.

Even when stepping forward like this, he created that blizzard to hide himself.

In other words.

‘He hunts the opponent while hiding in the shadow within the snow.’

Eun Bin’s unique specialty, different from the typical strong sword of the North Sea.

-Oho, I didn't know because that guy was always sticking to the Young Palace Head, but he's quite skilled, isn't he?

-It’s over.

At the words of the Sword Venerable and the Demon Queen, I stared at Baek Ri-geuk.

Baek Ri-geuk also seed to be maximizing his senses while watching the blizzard rage.

Baek Ri-geuk feels calr and stronger than the first-generation disciple I faced.

‘Was looking nervous just an act?’

"Sun Shooting Sword Art, Slanting Sun No Light."

There is no more light in the setting sun, only deep darkness and silence remain.

With a flash of light, Baek Ri-geuk tried to clear away Eun Bin’s shadow.

"It’s finished."

At my words, Wi Ji-yeong tilted her head.

"Isn't it not over yet?"

"No. It’s over."

Baek Mu-yong must have seen sothing too, as he also said it was over.

I glanced at Tae Un-seo.

Tae Un-seo’s eyes were moving rapidly, displaying imnse concentration to track Eun Bin’s movents.

"So-dong, only we……."

As Wi Ji-yeong said that, she looked back at Yu So-dong.

Whish- Whish-

Yu So-dong’s eyes were also moving like crazy.

"What the!"

"Eun Bin was already predicting Baek Ri-geuk’s next sword form."

There is no martial artist who doesn't know that Diancang’s unique sword art is the Sun Shooting Sword Art.

Then one must anticipate what sword strike will co, and Eun Bin induced exactly the sword strike Baek Ri-geuk would unfold next.

And,

"He disappeared before the light reached."

Slither.

Eun Bin, rising from Baek Ri-geuk’s shadow, placed his sword next to Baek Ri-geuk’s neck.

"…I lost."

Feeling the cool sharpness at his neck, Baek Ri-geuk declared surrender.

Then,

"Winner, Ice Palace’s Eun Bin!"

Silence began to hover over the training field once again.

"It was a good duel."

"…You are incredibly fast."

"There will co a day when you can suppress a fast sword with a heavy sword."

"Thank you."

Baek Ri-geuk stepped back with a relieved expression.

Although he lost, he was able to feel sothing while watching Eun Bin’s movents as he unfolded the Sun Shooting Sword Art with a heavy sword.

"D, don't be discouraged. We still have three matches left! Heo Cheong, you can win this ti, right?"

"Of course."

Hearing the shout to boost morale from the Diancang Sect, the expression of Jang Il-jae, the Sect Leader of Diancang, gradually hardened.

‘It won’t end without us winning even once, right?’

If that happened, it would be the disgrace of disgrace.

They intended to hold the initiative in dealing with the Poison Palace, but it looked like they were handing over the initiative from the start.

2 to 0. The atmosphere of the training field was now turning from shock to fear.

The disciples of Diancang were defeated like autumn leaves in the wind.

Jang Il-jae’s fingers began to tap the armrest of his chair nervously.

"Third duel, Diancang Sect second-generation disciple Heo Cheong! Step forward!"

Grim determination dwelt in the voice of Elder Baek Ri-gung.

Finally, one of the best talents Diancang could put forward stepped up.

Ok In-gi, a first-generation disciple, participated first because he was the Eldest Senior Brother, and Baek Ri-geuk, a second-generation disciple, was sent out because he followed Baek Ri-gung as a swordsman who handled the Sun Shooting Sword Art with a heavy sword, a different style.

Just in case both were defeated, the order was arranged so that they could win the third match no matter what.

Heo Cheong was a figure who wielded the most traditional sword art within the Diancang Sect, focusing on speed and change.

As he ascended the martial arts stage, a man walked out sluggishly from the Small Snow Squad camp.

"……Huh?"

"What is that?"

The Diancang disciples rubbed their eyes.

There was no sword in the hand of Tae Un-seo, the man who climbed onto the martial arts stage.

Instead, a single kitchen knife gleaming in the sunlight was held in his hand.

"Isn't that…… a kitchen knife?"

"Is the Ice Palace short of weapons? Or are they insulting us!"

Despite the murmuring of the Diancang Sect disciples, Tae Un-seo gently rubbed the blade of the kitchen knife with his thumb with an indifferent expression.

"I am Tae Un-seo of the Small Snow Squad. Please treat well."

"I am Heo Cheong of the Diancang Sect. ……But are you saying you will face with that kitchen knife?"

Heo Cheong’s brow furrowed.

A sense of insult welled up, but having seen the results of the previous two rounds, he could not let his guard down.

"This is not just a knife. It is a kitchen tool that is like my life."

"……Fine. I will verify if that arrogance is sincere."

Heo Cheong drew his sword.

The sword blade trembled lightly, letting out a clear resonance.

"Let the third duel begin!"

Whish-!

Heo Cheong’s form beca blurry like a cloud.

Flying Cloud Chasing Shadow.

It is a movent art that flies up like a cloud to chase shadows.

He rotated rapidly around Tae Un-seo, aiming for the blind spots where the kitchen knife couldn't reach.

‘His knife is short. I just have to not give him distance!’

Heo Cheong’s sword cut through the wind, aiming for Tae Un-seo’s neck and flank simultaneously.

Sun Transport First Appearance.

It was the true fast sword of Diancang, different from the heavy sword Baek Ri-geuk displayed.

Tae Un-seo’s reaction upon seeing that sword was,

Slice-!

He swung the kitchen knife in the empty air without even looking at Heo Cheong’s sword path.

"……?!"

Heo Cheong’s eyes widened.

It was clearly before the sword form even reached.

But as Tae Un-seo’s kitchen knife cut through the air as if slicing a fillet, the 'Sun Transport' was helplessly split apart.

"It’s quite a tough sword."

Tae Un-seo muttered as he narrowed the distance.

"Sun Shooting Sword Art, Force Pulling Great Bow!"

Flustered, Heo Cheong maximized the changes in his sword art.

Sword qi overflowing in all directions tried to trap Tae Un-seo.

However, to Tae Un-seo, that was not an attack.

It was rely an ingredient that needed to be prepped.

Tae Un-seo’s kitchen knife began to dance, drawing strange trajectories.

At first glance, it seed to be swung haphazardly, but.

"Tae Un-seo cuts the grain of the sword path."

Just as the legendary cook Paoding separated the at from the bone of an ox with a single blade,

Tae Un-seo’s kitchen knife finds and digs into the grain of the complex sword path Heo Cheong unfolds.

The tallic sound of sword clashing with sword did not ring out.

Shhh-

Only the chilling sound of sothing being smoothly cut away could be heard.

"H, how……!"

Heo Cheong got goosebumps.

Before his sword forms could even be deployed, Tae Un-seo was cutting off their flow in advance.

As if a chef were deboning a fish, Heo Cheong’s martial arts itself was being dismantled.

Tae Un-seo’s kitchen knife slid in, riding along Heo Cheong’s sword blade.

Tae Un-seo’s eyes flashed.

"Tae Un-seo, stop!"

Snap-

At my shout, Tae Un-seo’s sword strike stopped.

Co to think of it, that jerk.

He knows well how to slice people, but he seed not to know how to control his strength.

"I realized why Tae Un-seo’s cooking tastes so bad."

Flash-

Taking advantage of the gap when Tae Un-seo stopped his sword at my shout, Heo Cheong’s Sun Shooting Sword aid for Tae Un-seo’s neck and shot in.

Tae Un-seo stared straight at that sword without blinking.

Slice- Slice-

Along with the sound of faint wind piercing.

Heo Cheong’s sword was positioned at the tip of Tae Un-seo’s neck.

"Winner of the third match, Heo Cheong!"

"Waaaaaaah!"

"We won!"

"Thank goodness!"

"We can hold the fourth match!"

The disciples of the Diancang Sect shouted cheers.

"Good job."

I saw Tae Un-seo retreating with a sheepish expression.

"Heo Cheong, what’s wrong?"

However.

Heo Cheong, who saw his own sword, had no choice but to bite his lip slightly.

"……."

Including the sword tip, the sword edge was completely damaged.

Heo Cheong could intuit that even if he had stabbed the neck with this sword, Tae Un-seo would not have died.

Although he won, feeling as if he had lost, Heo Cheong clenched his fist.