100 Floors All Master - Chapter 137

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All Master of 100 Floors Episode 137

27th Floor. Murim (6)

Two martial artists appeared.

A middle-aged man dressed in elegant traditional clothing and a young man with a frivolous expression. Pungheoldo quietly muttered as if he knew about them both.

“Sangcheongeom. And Hwacheondorang.”

Sangcheongeom was one of the Ten Great Masters like him. Among them, he was evaluated as slightly superior to Pungheoldo. Hwacheondorang was still young and inexperienced, but he was a rising powerhouse who was evaluated as someone who would become one of the Ten Great Masters someday.

Sangcheongeom, who appeared before them, opened his mouth.

“Pungheoldo. It’s been a while.”

“…It has been a while. Sangcheongeom.”

“I regret that we have to meet like this. The reason we came here is to take Taesaek Jicheon to the Martial Alliance. This has nothing to do with you. Please step aside.”

Instead of answering, Pungheoldo drew his blade. Sangcheongeom let out a sigh.

“Pungheoldo. I know your daughter received a favor from Taesaek Jicheon. As repayment for that, haven’t you already been guarding him for several years? I think this is enough to repay the debt.”

“If you’re going to speak of favors, then you should understand well. What a child means to a parent.”

“…We’re not trying to harm Taesaek Jicheon. We simply want to receive his help. In the process, we might even be able to treat his condition.”

“I wonder about that.”

Kang Jun-hyeok answered with an ambiguous expression.

According to the history he knew, Taesaek Jicheon would eventually die, unable to overcome his illness. Sangcheongeom’s eyebrows twitched.

“Same as Pungheoldo. I’m Taesaek Jicheon’s guard, and your enemy.”

“…I heard there was only Pungheoldo.”

Sangcheongeom frowned. He thought two would be enough, but there was an unexpected complication.

However, he couldn’t sense any particular internal energy from Kang Jun-hyeok. In that case, he could quickly deal with him and then join forces to subdue Pungheoldo. Pungheoldo’s heavy voice resonated.

“Martial artists don’t speak with words. If you want to take him, prepare for death.”

“…You’re making a regrettable choice. Hwacheondorang. That man is yours to handle. Subdue him and come help me.”

“Understood.”

“Then, Pungheoldo. Let’s move away from here. I’m afraid the aftermath might harm Taesaek Jicheon’s body.”

Pungheoldo accepted Sangcheongeom’s suggestion and moved. Hwacheondorang grinned and drew his blade.

“Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“Kang Jun-hyeok.”

“Kang Jun-hyeok. You’re going to stop me? Sangcheongeom told me to subdue you, but I’m not that kind-hearted.”

Cruel killing intent began to fill his opponent’s eyes.

“I’ll cut off your arms and legs!”

Kuuuung!

Hwacheondorang’s body rushed toward Kang Jun-hyeok.

Kang Jun-hyeok gripped his sword.

Kaaaang!

Sword and blade collided. Hwacheondorang burst into maniacal laughter.

“Haha! Hahahaha!”

He rotates his body and moves the blade.

It was as splendid as if he were dancing.

But at the same time, it gracefully aimed at Kang Jun-hyeok’s entire body like a dancer’s blade.

Clang!

He swung his sword to defend, but the attack was too wide-ranging and dense. Kang Jun-hyeok’s sword moved frantically. Hwacheondorang revealed this and stepped forward.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

The frantically moving blade breaks through the defense and cuts Kang Jun-hyeok’s arm. Kang Jun-hyeok quickly moved his feet and retreated backward.

“Hahaha! Weak! Weak! Become a sacrifice to my martial arts…”

Hwacheondorang, who had been bursting into mad laughter, suddenly hesitated.

“…You. What’s this. Why is there no wound?”

Even though he had clearly cut Kang Jun-hyeok’s arm, there wasn’t a single wound on that arm.

Confusion spread across Hwacheondorang’s face. Kang Jun-hyeok shook the hand holding his sword.

He’s strong.

In terms of pure sword technique skill alone, he was two or three levels higher than him.

The countermeasure is simple. Use techniques other than sword technique. Use skills, magic, and Vampire’s Authority. Then he could achieve victory.

But Kang Jun-hyeok grips his sword with both hands and takes a stance. Manbyeonggi speaks joyfully.

[Good stance.]

This is the Murim World.

What he must handle is sword technique. Only that one thing.

He steadies his breathing and draws up his internal energy. Hwacheondorang, who had been tilting his head, shakes it.

“I don’t know what it is, but anyway, if I pierce your heart, you’ll die!”

Hwacheondorang’s blade moves. Splendid like a dance, but it contains deadly poison within. Like falling petals, it pressures the space and aims at his entire body.

Hwacheondorang’s martial arts level is not low. His proficiency is also considerable. Even with Observation Skill at B-level proficiency, it cannot be grasped.

“Huuu.”

So this is a battle of pure strength and technique.

He moves his sword toward the swinging blade.

Claaang!

“What a foolish thing to do!”

Hwacheondorang sneers at Kang Jun-hyeok who confronts him head-on. His blade technique is splendid like a dance and continues endlessly. If they fight head-on, Kang Jun-hyeok, whose skill is infinitely inferior, has not even a glimmer of hope for victory.

He pressures by overwhelming with technique.

Hwacheondorang makes this judgment and swings his blade. The blade and sword collide dozens of times in succession.

Clang clang clang clang!

“…Hmm?”

Hwacheondorang’s face, which had been continuously pressuring, hardened. Something was strange. The feeling of repulsion felt each time he swung his blade began to grow stronger. As if devouring his strength, Kang Jun-hyeok’s power was being amplified.

Claaaang!

“Ugh!”

Finally, Hwacheondorang’s body, unable to withstand the force, is pushed back. Confusion fills his eyes.

“What is this!”

Reverse Momentum Strengthening, Absorb Attack Break Momentum.

Kang Jun-hyeok used the first profound principle to absorb the momentum contained in Hwacheondorang’s blade. Then he converted it into his own strength and shattered the opponent’s momentum.

Kang Jun-hyeok rushes straight at the flustered Hwacheondorang. Hwacheondorang hastily raises his blade.

Claaang!

Blade and sword clash. A contest of strength begins between them. Hwacheondorang bares his teeth.

“Insolent!”

He gathers his internal energy and puts power into his blade.

Though Kang Jun-hyeok’s body is supported by stats, the power of internal energy possessed by a martial artist who has reached a certain level is formidable.

Hwacheondorang was a master who had reached the peak. In contrast, the internal energy Kang Jun-hyeok possessed was merely at a third-rate level. Even with the support of stats, given the overwhelming difference in internal energy, his body begins to be pushed back.

However, from a certain moment, the power contained in Kang Jun-hyeok’s sword grows stronger. It reaches a state of equilibrium, then actually begins to push back Hwacheondorang. Hwacheondorang’s eyes widen.

“Wh, whaaaat!”

Claaaaaaang!

His body is sent flying backward.

Self-Power Unity.

Gathering one’s own power into one.

He had drawn forth the strength of his entire body and contained it in his sword.

Kang Jun-hyeok immediately catches his breath and charges forward. Hwacheondorang attempts to defend.

Claaang! Claang!

The weapons collide. Kang Jun-hyeok moves his body and rotates. The power contained in his sword grows stronger as if circulating.

Small Stream Great River Circulation.

A small flow shall circulate as the ring of a great river.

For the past month, Kang Jun-hyeok had continuously sparred with Pungheoldo. As a result, he had considerably raised his proficiency in martial arts and could now use them in actual combat without much difficulty.

Clatter-clatter-clang!

Blade and sword clashed. Hwacheondorang could not easily pressure Kang Jun-hyeok. This drove Hwacheondorang nearly insane.

‘This is absolutely ridiculous…!’

Hwacheondorang could tell.

The internal energy Kang Jun-hyeok possessed was pathetically inadequate.

At best third-rate. Even being generous, it was merely second-rate.

It wasn’t just his internal energy. The sword he wielded was also clumsy. Though it reached first-rate level, it was still utterly ordinary movement. Compared to himself, he was nothing more than an unskilled practitioner.

Yet he couldn’t defeat him. No. Beyond that, they were in a state of equilibrium.

His opponent’s strange physical abilities played a part, but there was an even greater reason.

‘What in the world is this martial art!’

Incredibly strange.

A martial art that manipulated, wielded, and controlled the very concept of power.

Even while facing it directly, he couldn’t understand if it was truly a martial art. The reason Kang Jun-hyeok, who was infinitely below in proficiency, could match Hwacheondorang was entirely due to Manbyeonggi’s martial arts.

“Cough. Cough.”

And Taesaek Jicheon was sitting in the doorway, watching the battle between the two.

Taesaek Jicheon.

He had talent for martial arts.

Whatever martial art it was, he could immediately know the answer just by looking at it once.

To be precise, this wasn’t limited to just martial arts. He could know the answers to all things in the world.

How one should act, how one should move, how one should proceed.

The answers to all of that were constantly flowing into his mind.

And for Taesaek Jicheon, that was like hell.

Being able to see the answers to all things meant that everything was predetermined.

Everything else was wrong. Only one correct answer existed. The world was nothing more than a toy moving according to a predetermined flow.

And that answer was telling him about his body.

That there was no way to heal his body.

That you will die suffering from this disease.

Knowing everything from birth, death was predetermined.

If he was going to be born like this, why was he born at all?

It would have been better if he had never been born.

That was exactly why he had given up on everything and stayed at the thatched cottage. Treating Pungheoldo’s daughter’s illness was just a simple whim. It had no value beyond that. He believed he would live and die that way.

But then, suddenly Kang Jun-hyeok appeared.

The martial arts he displayed were incomprehensible to him, who knew the answers of the world.

For the first time, color was carved into Taesaek Jicheon’s colorless world.

‘…That’s just wearing the mask of martial arts.’

It was beyond the category of martial arts. Essentially, it was a power close to the balance of the world. Or the laws of the universe. He had succeeded in understanding that much, but still couldn’t know how to handle it.

Kagagagak!

The battle was becoming increasingly fierce. Hwacheondorang gritted his teeth.

‘No matter how special that bastard’s martial arts are!’

It seemed to require preparation time after all. He would crush him without giving even that time. With that judgment, he kicked off the ground.

Chwaaaaak!

Countless blades unfold and cover the world.

The attack that covered the world was definitely something Kang Jun-hyeok couldn’t block.

At that moment, Kang Jun-hyeok’s sword moves.

Kaaaaaang!

The blades covering the world disappear with one intense sword strike.

Hwacheondorang’s eyes widen.

“…What!”

His sword form was broken in one strike. He couldn’t understand at all what had been done. And that was the same for Kang Jun-hyeok as well. His body had judged first, not his thoughts.

“Ah.”

Taesaek Jicheon makes a sound upon seeing that sword strike. He suddenly stands up.

“Ahh. Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!”

For the first time in his life, he let out an exclamation. His eyes were filled with vitality. It was an expression as if he had solved a problem for the first time in his life.

“…Kang Jun-hyeok. Please look this way.”

Kang Jun-hyeok turns his gaze. Despite it being a clear opening, Hwacheondorang hesitates and fails to attack, flustered.

Taesaek Jicheon staggers and grabs his sword. He moves his emaciated body.

The sword cuts through the air.

Strange movements unfold.

Taesaek Jicheon’s body was infinitely weak.

He had never properly held a sword, and his muscles and bones were damaged.

The sword strikes that Taesaek Jicheon displayed were utterly unremarkable.

“….”

But Kang Jun-hyeok could understand. The meaning carved into those sword strikes. What was contained within those movements.

That was the answer.

Thud.

Having exhausted his strength, Taesaek Jicheon collapsed weakly. Despite being on the verge of death, his expression was incredibly bright.

“I have conveyed the flow to you. The rest is something you will be able to realize on your own.”

“What did you do!”

Hwacheondorang’s face showed he had no idea what had happened.

But Kang Jun-hyeok could understand.

What Taesaek Jicheon had shown him.

It was the solution.

[ Divine Technique proficiency has increased dramatically.]

[ Divine Technique proficiency has risen from F to E.]

[ Mental Cultivation Method proficiency has increased dramatically.]

[ Mental Cultivation Method proficiency has risen from F to E.]

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