Myst, Might, Mayhem

Chapter 357 – Extreme Blade (4)

The most important part in crafting any sword is the finishing touch.

That is the act of infusing the sword heart.

Whether the sword becomes a famous sword or a treasure sword, or remains just an ordinary killing weapon, is determined by whether the sword heart is properly set or not.

-Sseuk sseuk!

The eyes of the old man who was wholeheartedly honing and refining the blade were the sword itself.

He had poured his soul into making a sword that surpasses anything in his lifetime, and now the greatest sword was about to be born.

-Sseuk sseuk!

As he was focusing on infusing the sword heart, the old man’s brow furrowed, creating wrinkles.

He was one who could neither hear nor see anything while concentrating.

Even to the point of completely abstaining from food and drink when in a state of deep concentration.

But then,

-Jjirit!

There was something that stimulated his qi sense.

The energy was so powerful that it broke him out of his deep concentration even at this most crucial moment.

The old man’s brow furrowed even deeper.

Soon, the greatest sword, which had been his family’s long-cherished wish, would be born from his hands.

‘This won’t do.’

The moment his concentration breaks, everything goes awry.

He needed to pour his soul into infusing the sword heart, but if he takes his hands off here, all his efforts so far would be in vain.

In a way, this might be a test.

A test from heaven for the family and himself trying to surpass it.

‘I mustn’t give in.’

The old man tried his best to gather his thoughts.

However, once his mind was disturbed, it couldn’t easily return to the state of deep concentration.

This was because this powerful energy wasn’t just one, but two.

Both had surpassed the wall of walls.

‘……’

The old man’s composure gradually cracked.

What on earth was happening outside?

***

-Sseuk!

Mok Gyeong-un launched his body towards Ou Woong-seong, the second son of Master Ou of Spiritual Sword Sanctuary, who was falling towards the precipice below, and stretched out his hand while gaining speed.

To minimize the consumption of true qi, he unleashed the “Ritual of Binding” technique of the Thought-shattering Eight Techniques.

Ritual of Binding technique is a force that can pull anything.

-Swaaaa!

Thankfully, because he followed immediately after letting go, Ou Woong-seong’s falling body stopped midway due to the Ritual of Binding.

‘Got it.’

As Mok Gyeong-un moved his sword finger,

-Puk!

The precious sword Plundering-killing Sword, which had been flying with qi sword energy, stuck into the cliff wall.

-Tak!

Standing on the blade of Plundering-killing Sword like this, Mok Gyeong-un pushed the Ritual of Binding even more strongly in earnest.

Then Ou Woong-seong’s body soared upwards in the opposite direction.

It seemed he could catch Ou Woong-seong flying towards him and climb up to the cliff above the precipice……

-Heumchit!

At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un slightly twisted his waist and swung the precious sword Evil Commandment Sword.

-Chaeng!

It was the blade user’s treasured blade.

‘Qi-Controlled Blade?’

Due to the clashing force, Mok Gyeong-un’s form was pushed back at an even faster speed.

At this, Mok Gyeong-un tried to avoid falling downwards by kicking the void and using the Void Step technique.

-Paang!

However, the blade flew in quickly, and he had to block it.

-Chaeng!

-Chwak!

“Aak!”

The moment he blocked it, a scream burst out from below at the same time.

Turning his gaze, he saw that Ou Woong-seong’s hand had been cut off by the blade user’s blade energy.

The blade user’s immediate goal was the sacred orb in Ou Woong-seong’s hand.

The corner of the blade user’s mouth rose coldly as he reached for the severed wrist.

‘To think I’d obtain a true source in a place like this……’

-Paang!

At that moment, the severed wrist of Ou Woong-seong holding the sacred orb, which was flying towards him with Void Object Grasping, stopped in mid-air.

‘!?’

The wrist that stopped midway trembled in the air.

At this, the blade user looked up and glared at Mok Gyeong-un.

Mok Gyeong-un had also used Void Object Grasping with his other hand to prevent him from taking the wrist.

‘You’re saying you can’t give it up easily, is that it? Fine.’

-Sseuk! Pak!

The blade user retrieved his blade that had been using Qi-Controlled Blade,

-Paang!

He kicked the void with Void Object Grasping and stuck his blade into the cliff wall of the precipice, clinging to it.

Once his posture stabilized, the blade user also raised his true qi further.

This unintentionally turned into a contest of true qi.

-Pareureureuru!

The hand that had stopped trembling in the void was moving very slowly towards the blade user.

The blade user was confident in his inner force after absorbing true sources.

‘Aha?’

At this, Mok Gyeong-un was about to stop using the Thought-shattering Eight Techniques with his right hand.

Thinking about it, since the hand holding the sacred orb had been cut off, there was no reason to hold onto Ou Woong-seong to save him.

As he was withdrawing the force he had been using towards Ou Woong-seong,

-Paang!

At that moment, Ou Woong-seong’s body didn’t fall down but soared upwards.

‘It’s rising?’

-Heumchit!

Puzzled by this sight, Mok Gyeong-un and the blade user simultaneously looked up with interested eyes.

This was because they felt an extraordinary energy from above.

Near the top of the cliff, an old man holding a sword could be seen.

“Master Ou!”

“The master has come!”

“Waaaaaah!!!”

From the cheers coming from above, Mok Gyeong-un instinctively knew that he was Master Ou Cheonmu, the owner of Spiritual Sword Sanctuary and one of the Six Heavens.

However, the face of Master Ou looking down was filled with rage that seemed about to burst.

-Pak!

“Keueu. F-father?”

Master Ou grabbed the clothes of his second son Ou Woong-seong, who was suffering while holding his cut arm, and threw him behind.

“Heuk!”

As soon as he threw his son onto the cliff top, what Master Ou did was none other than,

“Both guests must pay the price for disturbing my manor.”

-Gooooo!

He created a massive sword energy nearly 3 jang long and unleashed a sword technique towards them who were clinging to the cliff wall just below, engaged in a true qi battle.

-Chwachwachwachwachwachwachwas!

At the sword technique rushing in with countless trajectories in the form of Elastic Sword Energy, both Mok Gyeong-un and the blade user stopped their true qi battle using Void Object Grasping without hesitation.

It was a sword technique unleashed with full power by Master Ou Cheonmu, one of the Six Heavens called the pinnacle of the current martial world.

This wasn’t something that could be blocked while clinging to a cliff and engaged in a true qi battle.

-Pak!

The blade user pulled out his treasured blade that he had stuck into the cliff and kicked off the cliff.

He launched his body towards the incoming Elastic Sword Energy technique, raising blade energy and unleashing a blade technique.

‘Second technique, Blade Extreme Form Control!’

Likewise, Mok Gyeong-un also used the elasticity of Plundering-killing Sword’s blade that he had been using as a foothold to soar upwards and unleashed the first technique of the Demonic Sword Art.

-Chaechachaschachachachachachaeng!

In an instant, a battle of ultimate techniques between three peerless experts unfolded at the position of falling towards the precipice of the cliff.

Normally, one could say that the person who secures the high ground has an advantage, but since both Mok Gyeong-un and the blade user were experts who had surpassed the wall of walls, position wasn’t important.

The trajectories of their techniques created flashes like starlight every time they clashed.

-Chaechaechaechaechaeng!

The aftermath was so strong that the precipice cliff split, and fragments flew everywhere in chaos.

The clash of techniques between these Six Heavens level peerless experts,

-Paaaaaang!

Was evenly matched.

Unable to withstand the aftermath of unleashing techniques in mid-air without any footing, not even on the ground, they were thrown back in opposite directions from where they had unleashed their techniques.

Master Ou, who had unleashed his technique from above, fortunately bounced upwards and was able to land on the cliff top where people were.

-Tak!

“Master!”

The swordsmen called out to Master Ou.

But Master Ou held out his hand, gesturing them not to approach.

-Sseuk!

“Ah!”

After stopping them from coming, Master Ou immediately frowned.

-Jurureuk!

Then black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He had suffered internal injuries from rashly unleashing a sword technique out of anger, trusting in the advantage of high ground, against opponents who would be difficult to determine a winner even in a one-on-one fight.

Not only was he interrupted in the work of setting the final sword heart, but seeing the numerous corpses strewn across Sword Valley and his second son’s severed arm, he couldn’t help but vent his anger.

But then,

‘Who on earth are these people?’

Although he took more pride as a craftsman, he was also a swordsman who stood at the pinnacle of the martial world.

Even he had never heard of or seen these people before.

It was just a single clash of techniques, but after colliding, he realized that both of these were peerless experts who were not at all inferior to himself.

-Pat!

Master Ou, who had momentarily controlled his internal injury with a breathing technique, launched his body and looked down the cliff.

Due to the enormous aftermath of their clashing techniques, they must have fallen downwards.

The problem was that while this would be no issue for them if it were an ordinary precipice,

‘The valley wind must be fierce.’

Whether due to geographical reasons or not, a tremendous valley wind blew here.

So if one falls here, it would be difficult to climb up easily even if a rope were lowered.

This gets worse the further one falls down the precipice.

Therefore, if they don’t hurry up, they might get caught in the fierce valley wind.

But then,

‘No?’

Master Ou frowned.

Instead of climbing up, they had fallen further down the precipice and were fighting while falling for some reason.

-Whiiiiing!

The fierce valley wind blowing through the precipice.

-Chaechaechaechaechaeng!

Mok Gyeong-un and the blade user, who had fallen at an even faster speed due to the aftermath of their clashing techniques, were fiercely competing in mid-air, clashing sword and blade.

Throughout their battle, their gazes never left a certain point.

It was Ou Woong-seong’s severed hand holding the sacred orb.

-Chaechaechaeng!

The blade user stretched out his left hand, trying to retrieve the hand holding the sacred orb that was falling with them using Void Object Grasping.

Of course, there was no way Mok Gyeong-un would just let that happen.

-Pak!

He threw the precious sword Plundering-killing Sword that he had retrieved while falling and unleashed Qi-Controlled Sword.

-Puk!

The flying Qi-Controlled Sword pierced through the wrist and skewered it like a skewer, snatching it away.

Although the blade user’s Void Object Grasping was also performed with profound true qi, it couldn’t match the energy carried by the Qi-Controlled Sword.

The Qi-Controlled Sword flew off in another direction.

‘Cheonma, you troublesome!’

-Chaaaang!

The blade user swung his blade strongly towards Mok Gyeong-un.

And when Mok Gyeong-un blocked it equally strongly, he used that force to launch his body.

Of course, the direction he launched towards was the precious sword Plundering-killing Sword that had skewered the wrist.

‘He’s quite greedy.’

-Sseuk!

Mok Gyeong-un moved his sword finger to make the precious sword Plundering-killing Sword move in another direction.

But then,

-Whiiiiing!

Due to the intense valley wind, the sword wavered and flew off in a completely unintended direction.

‘Think you’ll lose it?’

-Paang!

The blade user changed direction likewise by kicking the air with the Void Step technique.

Although it was difficult to maintain proper balance due to falling downwards and the severe valley wind, his form, which had gained momentum from the Void Step, was getting closer to the precious sword Plundering-killing Sword.

His hand was about to touch the hilt of the precious sword Plundering-killing Sword.

It was at that very moment.

-Heumchit!

The blade user hurriedly twisted his body.

-Pak!

-Chwak!

At that moment, a black line passed through the void, and the right forearm below the elbow, which couldn’t escape the radius as he twisted his body, disappeared without a trace.

‘!!!!!!’

The blade user, who had lost his right arm, looked at where the black line had passed with a distorted face.

He saw that Mok Gyeong-un had even retrieved the precious sword Plundering-killing Sword.

‘What was that just now?’

For an instant, he felt capacity concentrating into a single point.

The power was so strong and swift that there was no room to avoid it at all.

Mok Gyeong-un, who had taken the blade user’s right arm, smacked his lips.

He had been saving the single strike of concentrated capacity for such an exquisite moment, but unfortunately, he couldn’t kill him.

‘Well, I took his right arm at least.’

The combat power of a guy with only his left arm would inevitably decrease……

‘!?’

At that moment, Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes narrowed.

He saw bones slowly growing from the elbow of the disappeared right arm, with blood vessels and muscles intertwining.

It was an incredible regenerative power that couldn’t be described merely as fast recovery.

For a disappeared part to simply regrow like that.

The blade user raised the corner of his mouth at Mok Gyeong-un’s reaction and said in a meaningful voice:

“I am a being close to immortality.”

‘Immortal?’

For an instant, the words spoken by the self-proclaimed prophet flashed through Mok Gyeong-un’s mind.

[Due to an immortal being, the vast organization you will create and your descendants, no, the entire martial world will be in danger.]

[That person is a peerless expert pursuing the extreme of the blade, and the fact that he has appeared now means he’s trying to kill you to cut off your future lineage.]

Could this person be the one that prophet warned about?

Come to think of it, it was strange.

Even though he was seeing him for the first time, he acted as if he knew him.

As if he knew the future……

-Woowoong!

It was at that moment.

The severed wrist stuck on the precious sword Plundering-killing Sword.

More precisely, the sacred orb that Ou Woong-seong’s hand had been holding trembled strongly and emitted a dazzling light.