Chapter 1700
That’s enough for me. (10)
“Sasuk!”
“Yes, I felt it too!”
Baek Cheon gritted his teeth. Even amidst this chaos, he could feel it.
Someone was fighting on that cliff!
‘Everyone!’
They had climbed it, that cliff.
The most dangerous place in the world right now, a place that could collapse at any moment, and they had done so only to save others.
Baek Cheon’s hand trembled faintly.
If it were Hwasan, they would have climbed the cliff without a second thought.
But it was precisely for that reason that he knew how much resolve and determination such an action required.
“Should we join them?”
Hearing the question, Baek Cheon glanced back.
If they returned to the top of the cliff, they could join those who had climbed and fight together, with the most reliable allies.
“No!”
But his decision was swift.
Hwasan was currently accompanied by Wudang. Heading back to the middle of the cliff, which could collapse at any moment, while carrying them, was not a good choice.
Moreover, it wasn’t what those who climbed the cliff to protect Hwasan and Wudang would want.
“Forward! Don’t waste the time they’ve earned for us!”
“Yes!”
Boom!
The swordsmen of Hwasan shot forward ahead of Baek Cheon. Their figures, advancing without hesitation, were unwavering.
Baek Cheon unconsciously clenched his fist tightly.
‘We are not alone.’
He had always thought that they must lead the way because they were Hwasan, because that was the kind of sect Hwasan was.
But that wasn’t all.
Just as his brothers supported him from behind, the members of Cheonumaeng were now guarding the back of Hwasan.
“Somehow…”
Clutching Mu Jin tightly, Baek Cheon swung his sword with all his might.
“I feel stronger!”
He wasn’t the only one who felt this way.
Even among the other Hwasan swordsmen cutting a path, there was a newfound lightness to their movements. Just knowing someone had their backs made their swords feel so much lighter.
Yet the situation was still far from easy.
“Amitabha! Move aside, Siju!”
Hearing Hye Yeon’s shout, Baek Cheon instinctively twisted his body to the side.
“Oooooooo!”
At that moment, a formidable force brushed past him by a hair’s breadth.
Hye Yeon’s signature move, a colossal fist-like energy carved from gold, pulverized the enemies blocking their path.
“Geol!”
“Let’s go!”
A bright blue light shone from Jo Geol’s eyes.
‘These guys are nothing!’
The real enemies Hwasan had to defeat were blocking the entrance to the slope leading to the summit. This must be Ho Gamyeong’s true stratagem.
Certainly, at a glance, their presence seemed formidable.
But from another perspective…!
“It means we just need to break through them!”
Boom!
Jo Geol stomped the ground with all his might.
Swish!
He surged forward like a streak of light.
The startled faces of the enemies flashed past the edges of his clothes, and a sword swung reflexively, barely grazing the top of Jo Geol’s head, cutting the tips of his hair.
The energy that heated his skin and the wind pressure that slapped his face heightened every sensation, sharpening everything that made up Jo Geol.
Swish! Swish!
His sword, swung without waste, cleanly cut through the vital points of those he passed. The cuts were so perfect that they left no trace.
Only when Jo Geol had already passed did the wounds open and blood gush out.
Jo Geol continued forward, moving ever onward.
‘Faster!’
He could do it.
‘Stronger.’
He could achieve it.
The sword became Jo Geol, and Jo Geol became the sword. Separate yet united, as if it had always been this way.
Unity [합일(合一)].
Surpassing speed and strength, the sword became Jo Geol’s will, or perhaps Jo Geol became the sword’s will, shooting forward.
“You arrogant…!”
Boom!
At that moment, a massive surge of hot yang energy engulfed Jo Geol’s vision.
Like a wildfire igniting in an instant or a blazing heatwave, the explosive hot yang energy seemed ready to consume Jo Geol entirely.
“Geol-ah!”
Yoon Jong, unable to keep pace with Jo Geol’s speed, screamed. It was impossible for a human body to withstand such formidable heat…!
Yet in that moment.
Swoosh!
The inferno suddenly split in two. It wasn’t cut – it separated as if it had existed that way from the beginning.
‘What?’
Yoon Jong widened his eyes in disbelief.
And then.
Jo Geol’s sword pierced through the hot yang energy, striking the leading elder in the throat.
Crunch!
“Urgh…”
An indescribable shock overtook the elder’s eyes.
“Gah…”
The tip of the sword jutted out from the back of the elder’s neck. But the elder couldn’t see the sword that had pierced him. All he could see was the cold expression of the swordsman who had struck him.
“I’ve always been a bit arrogant.”
“Grrk…”
Swoosh!
As Jo Geol swiftly withdrew the sword, the elder’s body toppled backwards.
Thud!
Jo Geol, having adjusted his grip on the sword, unleashed a barrage of lightning-like sword energy towards the remaining elders of the Sun Palace, who were still dazed in shock.
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