Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

 

 

Jung Myeong’s eyes, which had been lingering on Heon-ang Sword, now rest on his sword.

An untimely challenge!

Jung Myeong didn’t hide his gaze that could be called provocative.

In response, Heon-ang Sword smiled boldly.

Would he back down? Not a chance.

 

“I might gain a new kindred spirit today.”

“It would be an honor!”

 

He drew his sword in response.

The sword that smoothly revealed itself from its sheath was a treasured sword well-made to match his reputation as Heon-ang.

Seureureureu-

In contrast, Jung Myeong’s sword had a worn-out handle that would suit an Evil Sect Martial Artist.

Not a beloved sword, but a sword as a tool that could be discarded at any time.

Orthodox Sect martial artists always looked down upon and regarded those who carried such swords as worthless.

 

“An interesting sword?”

 

Namgung Cheol, who saw him, did not look down upon him.

Namgung Cheol didn’t obsess over the sword’s appearance. Instead, he read Jung Myeong’s touch contained within that sword.

Though the handle was so worn it wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye, the blade contained within shone more brilliantly than anyone else’s.

He had clearly read something contained within it.

 

‘Indeed, a Namgung. Does he know ten things from seeing one sword?’

 

Since his opponent had noticed, he should observe proper courtesy.

Jung Myeong spoke of the story behind his sword for the first time.

 

“This sword is one of the things my Master left me.”

“Your Master?”

“Yes. My deceased Master.”

“Huh. This is the first I’ve heard of you having a Master.”

“He was a Gangho Physician. At the time, all I learned were Hidden Weapon Techniques, so I didn’t even know proper sword techniques. It was no different from decoration.”

“Decoration? But for something like that, isn’t it rather worn?”

“The purpose of the decoration was different, wasn’t it? What better decoration could there be for self-defense to keep cowardly bandits away?”

“Huh. Such a purpose for decoration.”

“Even then, if it looked too precious, I was afraid it might be stolen, so I had to remove all the decorations. But to me, it was no different from a treasured sword.”

“Huh. So the sword of one whose name has risen high in recent times for swordsmanship had such a story.”

“It might be a rather shabby story.”

“Not at all. Since it protected a swordsman’s life, it’s a famous sword!”

 

The reason why he, who had wandered as a Gangho Physician learning only Hidden Weapon Techniques, chose swordsmanship when he decided to create proper martial arts.

Also, the story of why he had carried a sword from the beginning was revealed.

It was a history of survival.

It was the history of his desperate struggle to survive.

Would Namgung Cheol mock this?

No. Rather, Namgung Cheol seemed to savor the story contained within.

The smile he wore with closed eyes was deep.

 

“Thank you for viewing it favorably. The sword that’s been crying out in pain lately seems like it will be happy today.”

“Hooh…! That’s good to hear.”

“Don’t we seem well-matched?”

“Indeed. Well-matched. Now then, shall you go first?”

“I’ll gratefully accept.”

 

Puhwaaaaak-!

As soon as the words ended, Jung Myeong’s body shot forward.

The distance between Heon-ang Sword and him was merely two zhang!

Already charging into the short distance, the gap closed in an instant.

 

“!!!”

 

At this, Heon-ang Sword was greatly surprised.

As if he hadn’t expected Jung Myeong, who had been recounting stories just moments before, to show such resolute movement.

‘Fast and resolute!’

However, he too was a master of Sword Intent.

The surprise was momentary.

His following movement was faster than that.

Sswaeeeeek-!

The blade he swung aimed toward Jung Myeong.

Sparks flew from both blades.

As if neither would yield, they pushed against each other’s blades like in a contest of strength. Did they communicate in the midst of this?

Puhwaak!

Both simultaneously infused Sword Energy into their swords.

That became the signal.

Puhwaak! Peogeok!

As Sword Energy pushed against each other’s blades, dozens of exchanges occurred.

It was a fierce contest of techniques.

What was contained at the end of the contest was each one’s intent.

There was no obstruction in sharing and exchanging this while sparring.

It was a moment when each sought the other’s kindred spirit.

 

‘Now!’

‘Now!’

 

As if by agreement, both simultaneously withdrew their bodies.

They sprang apart again and faced each other.

Tuaaaang-!

Both blades shot forward with the momentum to bisect each other with a single stroke.

 

 

* * *

 

 

‘Captivating.’

 

It was such magnificent swordsmanship that one couldn’t take their eyes off it even for a moment.

At this, Namgung Yeon poured all her nerves into the duel before her eyes.

Chareureur-

Throughout the time when massive energy waves spread out to the surroundings.

Even when her hair fluttered due to the sword wind, she didn’t even blink.

Like someone who would regret it for life if she missed this moment.

 

“….”

“….”

“….”

 

She wasn’t the only one like that.

At this moment. Everyone present here was the same.

Those two’s sword energy. Sword power.

The aftereffects spreading from them.

Each strand transmitted was an opportunity worth a thousand gold.

Knowing that obtaining even one strand from those two playing like immortals would allow progress beyond the present.

By martial artist instinct, this was unavoidable.

In the midst of everyone’s such concentration.

Namgung Yeon suddenly realized once again.

One was the realization that the gap with herself had widened further.

The other was confusion.

 

‘What exactly is that person called the Poison Demon Physician.’

 

Watching the appearance of the two exchanging swords.

Before realizing herself becoming endlessly forlorn, it was difficult to understand that intent contained within that person.

That appearance of smiling while exchanging swords with Namgung Cheol.

Anyone could see he was a Sword Ghost mad about swords,

The pinnacle of sword cultivation, training the sword while seeking the ultimate meaning of the sword.

That’s why it was hard to understand.

 

‘If he could get ahead by even one move, that Poison Demon would change moves faster than anyone.’

 

He had always been like that until now.

If he could advance even an inch further in the battle of moves.

He would change moves at any time.

Even while acting like a Sword Ghost mad about swords.

If it was hard to gain from that, he would pour out hidden weapons without hesitation.

And the hidden weapons he poured out always had poison planted in them, befitting the name Poison Demon.

He didn’t spare even the despicable moves that martial artists commonly despise.

Yet when caring for patients.

He would show an appearance befitting a Physician Sage more than anyone.

Poison Demon.

And Physician Sage.

He had always performed deeds befitting those roles.

But what is that again.

This time he’s a swordsman itself.

There isn’t even a single wicked martial technique.

Meanwhile, the depth of ultimate meaning being exchanged is beyond herself.

To a degree that’s hard to even dare imitate.

That’s why it couldn’t help but be confusing.

 

‘The more I know, the harder he is to understand.’

 

When I think I’ve reached him, he’s far away.

When I think I know him, more unknowns arise.

I thought I might get a little closer through this journey.

But it turns out he’s even further away.

Even that alone is greatly confusing.

However, that confusion could only grow larger.

That was because she knew Namgung Cheol.

Heon-ang Sword Namgung Cheol.

That person perfectly fits the word “heon-ang,” commonly used for those with good appearance and upright spirit.

The easiest strategy to win the favor of such a Heon-ang Sword.

 

‘That method, when you know it, is only one.’

 

Fierce sparring exchanging moves!

Intent shared under the name of martial duel!

Heon-ang Sword is mad about that.

Jung Myeong struck right at that point.

 

“Hahahahaha. Come again!”

“I’m coming!”

 

Look. That excited appearance of Namgung Cheol.

He wasn’t even hiding being completely captivated by Jung Myeong.

That Heon-ang Sword who would become one of the masters representing the next generation of the Namgung Family!

So she couldn’t help but feel confused.

 

‘How exactly does he know?’

 

This is information that even Hao Gate wouldn’t sell.

No, even if he knew, it’s something absolutely impossible to do without sincere sparring.

Yet he was doing it like a joke.

 

‘Though it started half-forcibly… now that doesn’t matter anymore. Because that Heon-ang Sword has taken a liking to him.’

 

How much profit would be gained from this.

She couldn’t even dare to estimate.

 

‘Even at this moment, I’m calculating profits again. Sigh…’

 

 

* * *

 

 

And at the same time, as she trembled from an even greater sense of defeat.

The duel between the two was passing its peak and reaching its end.

 

“Now shall we bring this to a conclusion!”

“Very well!”

 

Like kindred spirits who knew each other all too well!

The two had already understood each other.

They already knew they didn’t need to exchange many moves.

The best move they could prepare.

Both had fully realized they could show everything with that single move.

Jung Myeong used the best move he could unleash with the greatest depth.

 

‘The simplest thing is the deepest!’

 

[Three Origin Kill Sword: First Moment Underground Killing Intent]

 

The martial technique he had deployed thousands upon thousands of times, he made it the move for the glorious finale of this martial duel.

Heon-ang Sword was no different.

A fragment of the most powerful martial art he had learned was the Lonely Soul Single Sword!

A fragment that only a Sword Ghost who could place his soul into a single sword could deploy.

He made this the finale of this sparring match.

 

[Lonely Soul Single Sword: Stillness Sword]

 

One of the secret techniques of the Lonely Soul Single Sword that could only be deployed after emptying oneself in silence.

A single sword that only a Sword Ghost who had bloomed only the sword in his heart could create unfolds from Heon-ang Sword’s hand.

The ultimate principle of Stillness in Motion!

Before the Underground Killing Intent rushing at swift speed.

Heon-ang Sword’s sword momentum quietly receives it.

 

“….”

“….”

 

In the moment of their clash, neither sharp sword wind nor sword pressure is released.

Until that moment when each focuses on the other’s single point!

Then when that single point reached the end of the ultimate principle!

Tuaaaaaang-! Geugeugeung!

Only then did the massive wave of sword force that unfolded sweep the surroundings.

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