Chapter 270: Chapter 270

“Ugh!”

“So-hye!”

Namgung So-hye spewed blood and retreated.

She thought she had unleashed a decisive move, but Murong Gong’s palm force struck her chest.

“You are still dull! Lacking experience.”

Murong Gong panted and sneered.

Although it was only for an instant, he had indeed lost track of her form. If it had been a master as seasoned as Namgung Jong-ak, he would have lost his life the moment he lost track of her.

However, Namgung So-hye was not yet at that level.

Although it was only a brief moment, she grasped the position by the swaying of the wind, and the speed of the sword extending afterward was also quite slow.

The difference between a master and an amateur did not exist for nothing.

Namgung So-hye had undoubtedly caught Murong Gong off guard, but Murong Gong already possessed the strength to overcome even that crisis.

Watching Namgung So-hye slide back and throw up blood, Murong Gong smiled once more.

Everyone from the Namgung Family fell to their knees.

If Murong Hyeok-mun had been here, he would have been extremely pleased.

Therefore, Murong Gong renewed his resolve that he must bring Murong Hyeok-mun back at all costs.

For the Murong Family to be reborn as the greatest family under heaven!

Murong Gong looked at the fallen members of the Namgung Family.

The expressions on their faces looked as if they would collapse at any moment while gasping for breath.

Memories of struggling desperately and practicing martial arts for many years to surpass the Namgung Family passed by one after another.

While he was leaking a smile without even realizing it.

Drip, drip.

Something fell from his head.

“Elder?!”

The startled members of the Murong Family approached him. Since an incomprehensible thing was happening, their faces were filled with embarrassment.

“What… is… this?”

Touching the blood flowing down from his head, Murong Gong spat out in a trembling voice. He was confident he had not been cut, so why was he bleeding?

Splat!

Blood spouted from Murong Gong’s head. Murong Gong, who had been laughing mockingly at the people of the Namgung Family until just moments ago, collapsed onto the ground with his stiffened expression intact.

“What… what on earth is this…!”

Looking at the people of the Murong Family who could not hide their panic, Namgung So-hye forced herself up and grabbed the sword in her hand.

After taking a deep breath, she gave a gentle smile.

“My sword was… a little faster.”

Along with the unbelievable words, Namgung So-hye raised her sword.

* * *

“Oho… is that the Illusory Bird Sword?”

Sa Do-hak watched the whole situation with his eyes sparkling.

Certainly, Namgung So-hye, who moved first, was hit by the palm force and retreated.

But her sword had already swung and cut Murong Gong’s head.

It was a strike that could never be blocked even if realized late, and Murong Gong was no different from a corpse at the point he unleashed his palm force.

“Interesting, interesting.”

Sa Do-hak burst into a hearty laugh.

That fellow Namgung Cheon’s demeanor had also changed recently, and his granddaughter was also growing at a rapid pace.

This is why the Martial World is interesting.

Because someone who was at a low level for a long time could rise up all at once due to some opportunity.

Not something like a fortuitous encounter, but only their own talent and effort opened the way to survive.

Namgung So-hye instinctively found her path.

She took another step into this Martial World.

Sa Do-hak smiled and turned his head.

He had already seen everything there was to see.

Although the members of the Murong Family still survived, morale had already crumbled due to the death of Murong Gong, who was their most important strength.

Even without looking, the result was obvious.

“Now, what would have happened over there?”

Leaving those words behind, he quietly stood up from his seat.

* * *

Wearing a mask, Namgung Cheon walked endlessly.

He was leisurely as if taking a stroll, but with every step, it felt as if a giant rock weighing a thousand geun pressed down on his shoulders.

“I will definitely win today!”

“Haha! There is nothing better than drinking alcohol with you!”

The voices that could be heard were memories of the past.

An relationship that could no longer be reversed or helped.

A comrade whom he sincerely thought of as a friend, and whom he believed would walk the path together for the rest of his life.

Watching his downfall before his eyes, and engraving the wounds inflicted by him, Namgung Cheon walked.

The weight of the sword he held in his hand felt even greater today.

“Sigh.”

Letting out a long sigh, he looked up at the sky.

The clear night sky, where not a single dark cloud could be seen, made his heart exceptionally disturbed.

Eventually, Namgung Cheon stopped his steps and turned his gaze toward one place.

“It is a good night. To send someone away…”

“…”

At the end of Namgung Cheon’s gaze stood a man.

His past appearance could no longer be found. Only a hideous figure, as if he had become an evil spirit, irritated the eyes, and those eyes, which shone fiercely, did not even look like those of a human.

“You are already dead…”

Namgung Cheon let out a sigh without realizing it.

Although he had heard the rumors, he did not believe all of them. This was because rumors were always bound to be exaggerated and different from reality.

But this time, all of it was true.

No vitality could be seen in the eyes filled with killing intent. The veins on the hand holding the sword stood out so much that it seemed as if it would hold onto the sword even if it were cut off.

Murong Hyeok-mun’s killing intent was transmitted pricklingly.

Therefore, Namgung Cheon opened his mouth with a somewhat sorrowful expression.

“Do you have no intention of stopping now?”

“…”

No answer returned, but in truth, he already knew the answer.

Namgung Cheon, who came to this place with the intention of shaking off everything, accepted that only one of them could leave this place.

Therefore, extending the sword held in his right hand, he said.

“Going further will only lead to a disgraceful death. If so, I will cut you down here. Think of it as the last warmth I can offer you.”

“Kuh… D… Dan Woo-hyun… k… kill…”

“Do you still not know that it is impossible with that ability?”

In Murong Hyeok-mun’s head, there seemed to be nothing but the will to kill Dan Woo-hyun.

Namgung Cheon cast a deeply settled gaze, but Murong Hyeok-mun silently raised his sword.

The dense killing intent spread even more fiercely, sweeping the surroundings.

Watching this, Namgung Cheon lightly drew his sword.

Crash!

The simply extended sword fiercely cut through the empty air. It was mere sword qi, but it was a strike that seemed ready to bisect everything around.

Clang!

Murong Hyeok-mun blocked it with his sword.

It was no ordinary power, causing him to slide back, but he was safe without a single wound.

It felt somewhat different from the past, when an absolute difference between the Sword Emperor and the Sword Saint existed.

“I see… Did you sell your soul to an evil spirit?”

Namgung Cheon smiled hollowly, unable to hide his bitterness. He did not know what had driven Murong Hyeok-mun that far, but this was also his decision.

“I wondered since I heard about it from that guy… but it was indeed true…”

Clicking his tongue, Namgung Cheon let out a tsk.

It was strange for someone who lost his dantian to use internal energy again, but if he acquired even greater power, that was impossible through ordinary methods.

Thus, it meant Murong Hyeok-mun had reached out to a taboo that must never be touched.

Namgung Cheon took a step forward.

A heavy momentum flowed from his body.

A strike he had devised from a very long time ago. His sword, created solely to face Sa Do-hak.

The power of the Emperor’s Sword Style spread in all directions.

Murong Hyeok-mun reacted to that overwhelming power, which he felt for the first time.

As if realizing instinctively that he had to take the first move, he rushed forward.

Clang!

Only the instinct for slaughter remained in his head.

Therefore, the sword was trying to tear the opponent apart even more roughly and ferociously.

This was no longer Murong Hyeok-mun’s swordsmanship.

Clang! Clang!

Every time sword and sword clashed, the opponent’s strength was transmitted intact.

Unlike Murong Hyeok-mun, who wielded the sword like a beast, Namgung Cheon’s movements were exceedingly elegant and refined.

Whether he felt the gaze of the emperor looking down on everything, the sound of Murong Hyeok-mun gnashing his teeth could be heard.

“Do you still have your sanity left?”

Slash!

Slash!

Red blood splattered up.

It could not be called a deep wound, but it clearly cut his chest.

However, Murong Hyeok-mun did not even frown once and continued to swing his sword.

Like a person who could not even feel pain.

Namgung Cheon’s gaze turned even more peculiar.

“Can you no longer even feel a wound of the flesh…?”

It was a pitiful and truly bitter story.

Murong Hyeok-mun was alive, but he was not living. He had felt it already, but accepting it as reality was too difficult.

Slash, slash!

Cutting each other’s bodies, they took a step back.

A brief gap was created, but it was filled again by a fierce clash.

Crash!

With the force that exploded in an instant, the surroundings were devastated. As it was a fight between some of the strongest figures in this Central Plains, the impact was also substantial.

Wielding the sword to kill the opponent, and with no hesitation in each and every strike, the sword was that sharp.

Slash, slash, slash!

Bodies were cut and blood splattered. Since both were evenly matched, it was by no means a fight where one was pushed back and the other overwhelmed.

Before long, the clash that was ten exchanges passed twenty exchanges, and as time flowed again, they clashed for a hundred exchanges.

Sweat formed profusely on the forehead of Namgung Cheon, who had been expected not to tire.

Having been cut and wounded several times, both were in a state too miserable for words.

In that situation where a victory would not easily be decided, it was none other than Namgung Cheon who sought a turnaround.

His sword became a little more refined.

The difference between Murong Hyeok-mun, who had nothing but killing in his head, and Namgung Cheon, who predicted every situation and wielded his sword calmly, was clearly revealed.

Slash!

An arm flew up.

Murong Hyeok-mun’s arm holding the sword floated into the empty air. Whether he still did not feel pain, Murong Hyeok-mun’s gaze did not change.

Even without a sword, a will to kill the opponent even by throwing his body could be felt.

Namgung Cheon closed his eyes tightly as he watched this.

Slash!

Murong Hyeok-mun’s head, which flew up, rolled on the floor with a thud.

The body that had lost its head staggered greatly, spouting blood, and then fell over with a loud thud!

Namgung Cheon took in all of that sight.

“Rest in peace…”

The Sword Saint, Murong Hyeok-mun, who once ruled the Martial World of the Central Plains.

It was the moment that name disappeared into history.

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