Book 7 Chapter 3

Clash! Secret Technique vs. Secret Technique

Regardless of the standoff between Cheonsisangsal, Biryuyeon, and Yeomdo,

the fierce battle between Moyonghwi and Galhyobong continued endlessly.

My arms tingled as if they were numb from the recent clash of fierce sword energy.

My chest felt heavy and suffocated.

'Huff! What in the world is this guy's identity?'

His hair was disheveled and his beard grew like weeds, completely untrimmed, yet Moyonghwi instinctively knew that his opponent was not very old. He probably wouldn't be over thirty at most.

Moyonghwi had never heard the name of a man with such a unique aura among the talents in their twenties who could contend with him to this extent.

"Shueok!"

However, Moyonghwi's thoughts could not last long. He was in the midst of a perilous battle where he could lose his head if he faltered even slightly.

Against the twin sabers of the monstrous figure, who swept in like a ferocious river swollen by a flood, Moyonghwi was also using all of his innate true power to counter him. He couldn't afford to hold back any energy; even a slight lessening of force would mean his end.

The duel, which had been a simple clash of brute force against brute force, had already surpassed a hundred exchanges.

'But what in the world is this surging monstrous strength?'

The monstrous figure showed no signs of exhaustion. The first strike and the current strike, after over a hundred exchanges, displayed the exact same power, without even the slightest difference.

As if possessing an inexhaustible wellspring of energy, the monstrous figure exhibited boundless strength. It was clear that he was at a disadvantage in this situation. Judging that a prolonged war of attrition would be detrimental, Moyonghwi finally made a decision.

'Then it must be!'

It was a clash of secret technique against secret technique.

"Chaeeeng!"

With a rough clang, the two figures, who had been stuck together like glue for a hundred and fifty exchanges, separated by five feet. They were taking a breath and controlling their internal energy to unleash their ultimate moves. Neither of them dared to charge recklessly.

A fierce, invisible battle raged during the standoff.

White sword energy began to rise from Moyonghwi's entire body like heat haze. Galhyobong did not remain idle either. The red aura emanating from his twin sabers grew increasingly intense. His surviving instincts sensed danger.

Although his will might have been suppressed, his martial arts senses, deeply ingrained within him, had not weakened. Instinctively, Galhyobong began to activate his secret technique.

A technique with the power of "strike to kill" is called a secret technique or a hidden ultimate move. Therefore, the risk of failure was naturally high. But that was a burden a martial artist had to bear! He could not retreat like this.

Moyonghwi extended his sword hilt forward, assuming the posture of the "Galaxy Flow - Genesis Sword" and began to draw up all the true energy from his dantian. In the finals of the Samsung Mujae, he had not used his full power out of consideration for human life. But now was not the time for that. If he didn't exert his full power, his own life would be in danger.

Galaxy Star Sword Energy in his right hand, Collapse Technique in his left!

A fist-sized energy sphere began to form at the tip of his sword.

'If the sword hilt sphere generated from your sword hilt can become as small as a grain of rice and be shot out like a single needle, then that will be the moment your sword energy is completed!'

The words of his grandfather, spoken when passing down the secret text, echoed in his ears. The sword hilt sphere was still about the size of a fist! But even this much was enough to unleash world-shattering power.

It seemed his opponent had no intention of yielding readily. The terrifying aura emanating from Galhyobong's body, now contained within his sabers, indicated that he was revealing his own secret technique to counter Moyonghwi's.

Blood-red light danced and shimmered around Galhyobong.

Hyoryong's eyes widened as he stared blankly at Galhyobong's figure, bathed in flickering blood-red light. His teeth chattered unconsciously. His hands trembled, and a chill ran down his spine. His twin swords were still plunged into the ground, ignored by their owner.

'That… that is the "Heaven-Rending Blood Shadow Saber Technique - Profound Secret, Heaven-Rending Blood Flow Hegemon Ten Cross Blades"!'

It was his signature technique, the one that had made Galhyobong the "Blood Flow Saber" ten years ago.

The hidden technique that had made Galhyobong the foremost genius of the black saber path!

Suddenly, the world before Hyobong's eyes turned hazy as if shrouded in fog, and he momentarily lost sight of the two figures.

His throat felt choked.

'Brother… Brother!'

His heart and mind felt as if they were being torn to shreds. He cried out in his heart as if spitting blood, but only emptiness answered. The turbulent air settled, and silence fell between the two men.

The swirling gale seemed to stop, trapped in frozen time, and the scattered pebbles and sand fell to the ground. The fiercely raging qi wind and sword wind ceased, but the atmosphere was more ominous than ever. Both men were ready.

Now, only the clash remained.

A tension as taut as a drawn bowstring enveloped the arena. The occasional sounds of sword strikes from the surroundings also fell silent, as if by agreement.

Everyone in the arena, stopping what they were doing, turned their gaze to this one match. It was an surreal silence and stillness, as if heaven and earth held their breath.

"Gulp!"

Cheongheun heard the sound of his own dry throat swallowing a gulp of saliva louder than thunder. His chest felt tight, and his throat was parched. The strange silence felt like a death knell calling for the grim reaper to him.

Galaxy Flow - Genesis Sword

Profound Secret

Meteor Shower Sky - Flying Star Arrow

Heaven-Rending Blood Shadow Saber Technique

Killer Secret Technique

Heaven-Rending Blood Flow Hegemon Ten Cross Blades

Moyonghwi and Galhyobong, pouring out their secret ultimate techniques simultaneously with all their might. It was a true sword fight where their lives were at stake.

Both were supreme divine techniques that would be remembered in the annals of martial arts history. Two divine techniques, worthy of legend, clashed in one place. It was a sight rarely seen even in a lifetime.

"Paaaaak!"

The sword hilt sphere at the tip of Moyonghwi's sword burst, unleashing a meteor shower that covered the sky. Galhyobong's twin sabers crossed in a ten-shape, forming a giant red cross. A blinding white light filled the eyes of the onlookers. Then, a roaring sound that seemed to shake the earth erupted.

"Kwa-gwa-gwa-kwang!"

The ten magnificent trees behind Galhyobong, unable to withstand the pressure of the explosion, shattered into pieces and scattered into the air. It was as if a rain of wood was falling like a torrential downpour.

Due to the explosive dust, the surroundings were covered in a thick cloud of dirt, making it difficult to discern anything.

The spectators, who were watching the epic clash for free, found it exhausting just to maintain their gaze on the center of the fierce battle. Their vital energy pulsed like a runaway horse due to the immense residual force of the clash. If this was the case for those at a distance, how much more shocking must it have been for those at the epicenter of the clash? Their lips merely cracked.

"Ugh!"

Red blood entered Moyonghwi's vision. It was his own blood. It was proof that his internal organs were not intact. Galhyobong was also not unscathed. His clothes were torn, and blood continuously flowed from the corners of his mouth. The earth-shattering clash had forced both men to spit blood impartially.

Moyonghwi didn't have the strength to even twitch a finger. He knelt on one knee, unable to withstand the immense shock, while Galhyobong still stood firm on both legs. Galhyobong's grip had not loosened. As proof, his twin sabers were still pointed straight at the sky.

A vast cross-shaped scar, centered around Moyonghwi, had carved deep furrows into the earth. One could infer the immense pressure he had withstood with his bare body.

Galhyobong's pupils began to turn redder. He was expressing his rage towards the one who had inflicted such terrible pain upon him. His face flushed and purpled, and veins began to bulge one by one. Veins also began to pop out on his forearms.

"Can he still fight in that condition?"

Cheongheun could not suppress his astonishment. Moyonghwi, to be able to move his body to such an extent even after receiving the Galaxy Flow Genesis Sword! It was no wonder he was surprised.

Cheongheun's gaze became even more worried. Anxiety overflowed from his eyes. Moyonghwi's condition was clearly perilous. He was undoubtedly battered both inside and out. Cheongheun was most concerned about whether he could evade this final blow.

"Don't… don't interfere! This is a duel between him and me."

It was unlike the usual Moyonghwi to be so engrossed in a personal battle, disregarding the surrounding circumstances. He, who had always acted according to the rules, was prioritizing the individual over the whole. It was unprecedented. Wasn't he usually a person who meticulously followed rules and laws to the point of being pedantic?

"Is this the blood of a martial artist?"

Cheongheun cursed himself for being unable to do anything but watch helplessly, his hands tied. He suddenly wondered if he himself was being swayed by the desire to fight a strong opponent. His fighting spirit surged, making it difficult to suppress.

It was at that moment that an anomaly occurred in Galhyobong's body.