I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 303

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Chapter 303
303: Platinum Sword King Cheonryuhwi (2)
Cheonryuhwi couldn’t help but feel inwardly astonished watching Jiyuchan speak in incomprehensible words.
Though the words were unintelligible, the fact that he could grasp the essence of technique merely by observation and apply it in actual combat was essentially the definition of an impossible genius.
It was a level of talent that made even Cheonryuhwi, who was sometimes called a Grand Master, wonder if such a thing were truly possible.
In fact, the attack Jiyuchan had just unleashed was a strike that could have inflicted fatal internal injuries on Cheonryuhwi if he hadn’t managed to block it somehow and counterattack. The fact that it ended like this was only because he had managed to defend against it.
It was only possible because he had used the subtlety of striking after the opponent’s strike with perfect precision.
Of course, Cheonryuhwi’s counterattack could be called remarkable as well, but Cheonryuhwi didn’t see it that way.
‘My realm is higher.’
The difference felt like not two steps, but two entire stages.
Of course, in terms of physical strength and inner energy, Jiyuchan was similar to him, but since there was a difference in realm itself, it was natural that Cheonryuhwi should suppress him without a scratch—yet he had already sustained minor internal injuries.
Cheonryuhwi wiped away the blood and gazed at it in admiration, his deep eyes fixed on Jiyuchan, and Jiyuchan in turn looked at Cheonryuhwi and thought.
‘Strong. But not a monster.’
Perhaps it was because Jiyuchan had always climbed this Tower while watching Dohyun.
Cheonryuhwi appeared like a massive wall, but Jiyuchan realized he wasn’t the kind of monster wall that couldn’t be overcome, or one that moved grotesquely to obstruct passage, or even one where tentacles burst forth from the wall itself to hinder movement.
One might ask where such a wall exists in this world, but Jiyuchan desperately wanted to show Dohyun to such people.
In any case, as Jiyuchan watched Cheonryuhwi looking at him with those deep eyes, he thought.
‘But winning right now seems distant.’
Immediately, Jiyuchan and Cheonryuhwi’s abilities were equal.
However, a massive wall that couldn’t be overcome immediately loomed ahead, so Jiyuchan decided to change his approach.
It wasn’t his style, but if he couldn’t overcome it.
“Then I’ll have to crack it.”
Jiyuchan murmured thus and smiled.
A friend, but his captain, and in another sense, his idol—Dohyun’s way.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, a pure platinum-white shimmer blazed forth from Jiyuchan’s entire body.
Cheonryuhwi likewise felt energy rise like a shimmering haze in response.
The two, cloaked in pure white shimmer, gazed toward each other, and in that instant, both their figures vanished.
What appeared next was precisely the space between them, and the moment they materialized, the two shimmers overlapped, the world spun dizzily, and an even more powerful shimmer refracted all light in existence, creating the illusion that space itself was warping.
Fzzzzzzzzzzzz——!!!
Boom-boom-boom-boom——!!!
The plasma created by the collision of the two powerful energies’ shimmers scattered sparks in all directions through the Midair.
The final technique of the Golden Sword, the Golden Thunder, merged with the Platinum Sword’s powerful energy to become pure white lightning bolts that spread in all directions, and everything touched by these lightning bolts was severed and scattered like powder into the Midair.
Some kind of technique had blocked these pure white lightning bolts from reaching the Spectator Seating, but the spectators gasped in shock, jumping to their feet and crying out in awe at the lightning.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Good heavens!”
“S-someone save us!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Everyone thought the lightning would engulf them as it spread in all directions with such ferocity and sharpness, and the Stadium was already nearly unrecognizable.
Within the shimmer scattering those pure white lightning bolts, the shadows of Jiyuchan and Cheonryuhwi were visible.
Their figures moving with swords drawn were laid bare, yet without any technique, they simply swung their blades at each other moment by moment.
Yet each of those sword strikes possessed extraordinary power.
When Jiyuchan swung his blade toward Cheonryuhwi, the latter deflected it in a single motion and simultaneously thrust his sword forward, driving it toward Jiyuchan.
As the sword rushed in, Jiyuchan recovered his rebounding blade and, subtly altering its trajectory to parry the incoming strike, swung his sword once more.
Clang!
Ching!
Whoosh!
Claaaaaang———!!!
With each collision of their blades, arcs of lightning erupted and scattered in all directions.
The momentum of those lightning arcs showed no sign of diminishing—only intensifying with each exchange.
In that very moment when the speed accelerated further still.
Jiyuchan’s eyes gleamed as he perceived Cheonryuhwi’s form through the Platinum Force saturating the space around them, and understanding bloomed within him.
The direction the Platinum Sword must advance.
The instant that realization crystallized, the nature of Jiyuchan’s Platinum Force transformed, and in that moment, Cheonryuhwi’s eyes flickered with intrigue.
Witnessing the sword strike Cheonryuhwi unleashed toward him, Jiyuchan finally manifested a new technique of the Platinum Sword.
Platinum Sword
Third Technique
Reverse Heaven White Wheel
A pristine white wheel that reverses the heavens pressing down upon oneself.
As Jiyuchan unfurled his sword strike like a rotating wheel to receive Cheonryuhwi’s attack, the latter’s sword force was absorbed into Jiyuchan’s strike, amplifying his own power further.
As the blade rotated like a wheel toward Cheonryuhwi, the latter could only genuinely marvel at that attack, which carried the profound mysteries of the Dual Flower Grafting technique infused with his own strength.
Cheonryuhwi nodded, seemingly unable to imagine that growth could occur even during this battle. Yet since he had already acknowledged Jiyuchan’s potential from the start, he remained as vigilant as ever, never allowing complacency.
Thus, Cheonryuhwi spoke.
-I shall show you the direction the Platinum Sword must advance.
In a world far transcending sound itself, Cheonryuhwi’s words, imbued with intent, resonated within Jiyuchan’s mind.
Feeling another world unfold within that realm where sound trailed behind, Jiyuchan sensed his own movements slowing.
Or rather, to be precise.
‘My thoughts have accelerated?’
Within that ultrasonic world beyond the speed of sound, another realm unfolded—one that was never meant to be granted to Jiyuchan. Yet in that instant, Cheonryuhwi’s movements became visible.
At first, he wielded his sword vertically, but those movements seemed impossibly slow.
Yet within this realm, those movements were etched with perfect clarity, and so exquisitely subtle were they that afterimages of the blade lingered in midair along the trajectory of that vertical cut.
Swish, swish, swish, swish.
If the sound of shadows moving existed, would it sound like this?
Or in this world that transcends sound itself, could that even be called sound?
Through a process beyond perception, Cheonryuhwi’s blade now carved horizontally.
Swish, swish, swish, swish.
Again, as if the blade were inscribed upon space itself, afterimages remained in midair. Where the vertical cut’s afterimage crossed the horizontal cut’s afterimage, a pristine white light blazed forth, and Cheonryuhwi thrust his sword through that convergence point.
In that moment.
Jiyuchan could comprehend.
The meaning of all those trajectories.
And.
Platinum Sword
Secret Art
Gaze Upon Heaven
The direction the Platinum Sword would advance.
Crack!
Crack!
Craaaaaack——!!!
The blade strike of the Platinum Sword reaching toward the heavens poured down upon Jiyuchan, and the Reverse Heaven White Wheel he had wielded shattered into pieces as if it could never defy the sky, burying itself in the pristine white expanse as Jiyuchan was caught within it, a massive X-shaped wound opening across his chest.
Gush——!!!
Blood spurted forth as Jiyuchan’s upper body turned crimson, yet even as this happened, he smiled and spoke to Cheonryuhwi.
“Thanks to you, I witnessed something magnificent.”
“Hmph.”
At Jiyuchan’s response, Cheonryuhwi gazed at him with a sense of awe he had never felt before.
Though there was a two-stage difference in their realms, he had no confidence he could easily suppress him, and he had used his Secret Art to show Jiyuchan the heavens he had reached in this opportunity.
As a result, while not quite a fatal wound, it would be one of comparable severity, though he believed it would be sufficiently healable.
Yet to receive such a wound and smile as if nothing had happened while expressing gratitude—it was a sight almost beyond belief.
Until moments ago, he had only been half-certain, but now he could be sure.
This man would soon surpass him and complete his own platinum heaven.
And at the same time, he thought.
‘What a remarkable person.’
Perhaps the title Platinum Sword King should belong not to him but to this man. Or perhaps.
‘This man is truly the Platinum Sword Saint I should aspire toward.’
As Cheonryuhwi gazed at Jiyuchan with genuine admiration, Jiyuchan turned to the Announcer and spoke matter-of-factly.
“I lost.”
The sight of Jiyuchan walking steadily toward the Announcer with such composure, bearing such wounds yet appearing unscathed, was the very embodiment of a true man.
With such a handsome, princely appearance and acting this way, the Spectator Seating erupted in chaos as expected.
“Kyaaaah!”
“So cool!!!”
“You fought brilliantly!!!”
“My goodness, a true man among men!”
“Admitting defeat first—truly magnificent!”
The female spectators cheered not because winning or losing mattered, but simply because Jiyuchan appeared magnificent, and of course, the male spectators were equally acknowledging him.
Where else could one witness a martial contest of such caliber?
“You fought well!!!”
“Hahaha! I’ll remember this!!!”
“Fighting the Platinum Sword King to near parity! A new Platinum Sword has emerged!”
“Hahaha! What a sight!!!”
The men too each had something to say about the stirring contest, and Jiyuchan raised his hand toward the Spectator Seating before walking steadily toward the Waiting Room.
Everyone marveled at Jiyuchan’s spirited nature, amazed that he could walk about so freely despite such wounds, and Vera, witnessing this, covered her mouth in astonishment as she spoke.
“My, such injuries seem like nothing to you….”
Watching Vera’s admiration, Hanalin shook her head as if exasperated by the absurdity of it all.
Still, seeing Vera’s cheeks flush slightly as she glanced at Jiyuchan, Hanalin decided there was no need to tease her about it, so she simply accepted it and turned her gaze toward the Waiting Room where Jiyuchan had entered.
As expected.
Dohyun had come out to greet Jiyuchan, and upon seeing him, Jiyuchan flashed a grin.
Watching Jiyuchan smile as if nothing were amiss, Dohyun asked.
“Are you alright?”
“Heh.”
Jiyuchan responded with a light laugh, then used a transmission technique—mimicking the divine speech Cheonryuhwi had employed earlier—to speak only to Dohyun.
-I think I’m dying, man. It hurts like hell. Can you cast a healing spell for me?
At those words, Dohyun looked at him as if to say “what kind of bastard does this,” but cast a healing spell nonetheless.
Thinking that Jiyuchan had somehow managed to come this far on nothing but bravado alone, Dohyun shook his head in thought.
‘He’s truly insane.’

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