“What a load of bull!”
Suac!
Jang Muyeon swung his sword.
In an instant, his sword split into seven and aimed for Pyo-wol.
Seven Illusionary Killing Swords.1
It was the beginning of the Golden Dragon Emperor Sword2 he had mastered.
Only one of the seven swords was real, the rest were just illusions.
However, it carried intangible energy and possessed power that was no different from reality.
The Seven Illusionary Killing Swords caused a beautiful tree to break into seven pieces and fell. However, he couldn’t see Pyo-wol’s figure who he was aiming for.
Pyo-wol had used Snake Steps to get out of the sword’s trajectory.
“How long do you plan on cowardly running away?!”
Jang Muyeon roared and chased after Pyo-wol.
He released the Golden Dragon Emperor Sword. Each time he did, a large tree was cut down, and a hole the size of a coin was punched in a rock the size of a house.
The Golden Dragon Emperor Sword truly has formidable power as the representative swordsmanship of the Rain Mountain Manor.
Jang Muyeon had never experienced defeat ever since he learned the Gold Dragon Emperor Sword. He had no doubt that he would win this time too.
Although Pyo-wol is a great assassin, he is confident that he would be able to win against him since Pyo-wol had shown himself out in the open like this.
Suac!
His sword continuously spewed out terrifying sword energy.
Every swing caused the whole area to be devastated.
Jang Muyeon was really doing his best.
He recognized that Pyo-wol is not an easy opponent he could win against if he conserved his internal strength.
Rather than aiming for a long fight, he decided that it would be better to do everything in his power to win in the shortest possible time.
The energy in his sword became clearer and more intense.
He executed the Golden Dragon Emperor Sword again. However, his sword blade passed Pyo-wol by a hair’s breadth.
He felt like if he stretched out his hand a little more, he could reach him. Or if he just swung his sword more intensely, he could finally slaughter Pyo-wol.
A little bit more.
Pyo-wol who was out of his reach seemed like a mirage.
However, Jang Muyeon was too fixated on Pyo-wol and did not realize it.
He fell into devil’s hell.
Pyo-wol was dragging Jang Muyeon into his flow.
He is trying to kill Jang Muyeon in the ant hell he created.
Shiaaak!
Jang Muyeon’s sword passed him by a hair’s breadth.
The gap was as thin as a paper.
If Pyo-wol had miscalculated and was even a little bit late to avoid it, he would certainly die.
It was a skill that could only be achieved with a sense of accurately grasping the distance between oneself and the other, and a rational mind that could face even one’s own death.
Devil’s hell is a technique that ordinary people would never do even if they knew about it.
“Huff! Huff!”
Jang Muyeon’s breathing became visibly rough, and his face flushed red.
He too had a feeling that something was wrong. But he has come too far to stop.
Even if he surrenders, he knows that Pyo-wol will not let him go. Above all, his father will not forgive him if he returns empty-handed.
He has to settle everything here, dead or alive.
“AHHH!”
Jang Muyeon concentrated all his energy on the sword. Then, a faint image of a golden dragon appeared on his sword.
Golden Dragon Demon Killing Illusion.3
It was the beginning of the Golden Dragon Emperor Sword.
Although he couldn’t fully master it, its power exceeded that of other swordsmanship.
Suaaac!
When Jang Muyeon performed theGolden Dragon Demon Killing Illusion, a faint dragon-shaped sword energy flew towards Pyo-wol.
It was truly amazing to be able to create the shape of a dragon with a lump of qi.
It was amazing to make a sword fly like that.
If the warriors of Jianghu saw this, they would all certainly be amazed at the sight. Because it was a skill not often seen in Jianghu.
However, for Pyo-wol, all of it seemed like a useless waste of energy.
Jang Muyeon was obviously learning great swordsmanship.
His sword blade was splendid and powerful. In order to release such sword energy properly, preservation of internal strength and delicate operation were necessary, but Jang Muyeon was completely lacking in that part.
It was a side effect that occurred because he had been consistently drinking the elixir since he was young to enhance his internal energy. He had no reason to worry about delicate operation or maintenance of energy because he had yet to experience a lack of internal energy.
As a result, Jang Muyeon did not learn how to save internal energy.
So with how he continued to carry out unreasonable energy-draining swordsmanship with all his might, he revealed the bottom of his internal strength, which he thought to be infinite.
The Golden Dragon Demon Killing Illusion he had just performed was the last attack he could unleash.
Jang Muyeon hoped that he could end Pyo-wol’s life with this one move.
He really didn’t have any energy left.
Swoop!
However, contrary to his expectations, the Golden Dragon Demon Killing Illusion did not even graze Pyo-wol’s body. Before he knew it, Pyo-wol used Black Lightning to move at incredible speed.
The place where Pyo-wol reappeared was right in front of Jang Muyeon’s nose.
“Heuk!”
A gasp escaped from Jang Muyeon’s mouth.
There was a faint fear on his face that was once full of confidence. The arrogant expression he had when he first saw Pyo-wol had long since been erased.
Pyo-wol smelled the scent of fear from him.
Like the other warriors who died first, Jang Muyeon also feels fear and gives off the scent of fear.
He might have pretended to be greater and superior to others, but in the end, he was no different from them.
Without his background as the young master of the Rain Mountain Manor, he would just be an ordinary person.
Jang Muyeon was not a strong person.
His nature was not so different from others.
He was similar to most people who died under Pyo-wol’s hands.
Before he knew it, on Pyo-wol’s hand was a phantom dagger.
Jang Muyeon exclaimed as if in a fit,
“If you kill me, the Rain Mountain Manor won’t stand still! It’s not too late! If you hand over the sword, Gongbu to me—”
Fu-wook!
Jang Muyeon could not finish his words.
The phantom dagger had already pierced his chin and penetrated his brain.
Like a worm stuck in a needle, Jang Muyeon’s body convulsed before collapsing.
Pyo-wol retrieved the phantom dagger stuck in Jang Muyeon’s chin.
Although he killed more than twenty people, not a single sweat flowed from Pyo-wol’s body.
As an assassin, Pyo-wol had already reached the highest level.
He has reached the peak both physically and mentally.
Of course, there was more room for improvement, but it was also true that he had stepped into the top ranks of Jianghu.
Pyo-wol had confidence in himself.
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