Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 226

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Chapter 226

Crack!

The whirlwind shattered and Pung Mu-hwi was pushed backward.

‘This… How did he pinpoint the core of the whirlwind so precisely…’

He shook his head.

The Wind Shadow Step unfolded as his body moved forward.

Cold Wind Sword.

The cold wind that burst from Pung Mu-hwi’s sword enveloped Woon-hwi. It wasn’t simple cold. It was a sword technique that froze the opponent’s very energy.

That’s right.

Ice.

For the first time, Woon-hwi greatly pulled his body back, creating distance. At the same time, he brought down the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword with great force.

Heavenly Snow Flying Decision Sword.

Chapter 2, Cold Heaven Falling Snow.

From Woon-hwi’s sword momentum, Han Gi began descending like pouring snow.

It soon enveloped all of Pung Mu-hwi’s energy, but that was as far as it went.

No matter how powerful the Heo Hyeon Energy was, it was insufficient for a direct confrontation with that of the Divine Transformation Realm. After all, it was energy affected by Woon-hwi’s current level.

However, this much was enough.

Pung Mu-hwi’s sword momentum hesitated, and Woon-hwi didn’t miss that moment. He immediately rotated his body and thrust out the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword.

Rumble-!

Along with thunder, lightning began extending from the sword, and that lightning started combining with the ice crystals extending from Woon-hwi’s body.

Heavenly Snow Flying Decision Sword.

Chapter 3, Snow Wind Wild Dance.

Woon-hwi’s sword, with speed pushed to the extreme, was swung three times in an instant.

Clang-! Clang-! Crack-!

Having deflected all three sword strikes, Pung Mu-hwi was greatly impressed at this moment.

‘He’s combining the power of one of the Ten Great Famous Swords of Cheon-ha with his own martial arts to handle two different attributes.’

What was amazing was the speed. He maintained perfect balance without any disruption while increasing his speed.

Even while thinking this, five more sword strikes poured down, and Pung Mu-hwi deflected them all.

Impressive.

Truly impressive.

This man’s future was brilliant. If only he didn’t cross the line.

If only he wasn’t arrogant.

He might have joined hands with him.

Woon-hwi’s sword thrust forward once more.

In that brief moment, without warning, Pung Mu-hwi’s body disappeared.

It was a movement technique that pushed Wind Shadow Step to its extreme.

Like the wind, he swiftly moved behind Woon-hwi and thrust his sword.

He had no doubt it would pierce through his abdomen.

Woon-hwi turned his body. It didn’t matter. He judged it was too late.

However.

Woon-hwi’s left hand caught the sword. White gloves.

Not knowing their true nature, Pung Mu-hwi was flustered, while Woon-hwi’s expression remained unchanged.

Reading moves was natural.

Targeting the back was also natural.

If there was a warrior continuously pouring out sword strikes from the front, naturally the back would be exposed, and targeting that back was the most certain way to achieve victory.

If it weren’t for the Buddha Hand Seal, it surely would have been so.

Clang-!

Even while directly receiving the sword energy of a Four Stages of Heaven and Earth warrior, the Buddha Hand Seal didn’t have a single scratch. However, it couldn’t block the internal shock. A trickle of blood flowed from Woon-hwi’s lips.

It was fine.

Woon-hwi’s eyes flashed. His right shoulder twitched powerfully.

The Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword immediately came down.

Slash-!

Though he desperately dodged, it wasn’t perfect.

Blood splattered from Pung Mu-hwi’s shoulder.

Pushed back several steps, Pung Mu-hwi raised his head.

How could a warrior of the Divine Transformation Realm be wounded by a warrior of the Five Energy Harmonizing Origin?

This was humiliation.

After retreating further back, he swung his sword greatly.

Typhoon Sword.

The trees on the peak of Seowoosan were uprooted and flew away. Just as the destructive wind was about to sweep everything away, Woon-hwi planted the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword in the ground and lowered his body.

Wrapping his entire body in Heo Hyeon Energy, he faced the typhoon head-on. An ice barrier formed around the sword, gradually deflecting the typhoon’s power.

But the difference in levels was still absolute. The ice armor gradually cracked and broke, creating wounds on Woon-hwi’s right shoulder, side, left shoulder, and various other places, with blood splattering.

Woon-hwi stood up, pulling out the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword. Though his right arm trembled from the wounds, the hand gripping the sword remained firm.

“How about we stop here.”

To Pung Mu-hwi who said this, Woon-hwi answered briefly.

“If you kneel before me, I’ll stop.”

“…You don’t recognize an opportunity even when given one.”

Pung Mu-hwi’s body, after shaking the blood off his sword, became blurry in place.

Woon-hwi reflexively swung his sword greatly.

Crash-!!

Sword clashed with sword, but it was Woon-hwi who was pushed back.

Soon Pung Mu-hwi’s sword became hazy like smoke.

His sword strikes poured down, seeming to have substance yet not, with completely unpredictable trajectories.

Smoke Wind Sword.

At this moment, Woon-hwi concentrated all his mind in one place.

Flow.

He had to see the flow.

Clang-! Clang-! Clang-!

Reading the trajectory, he deflected the swinging sword with the Buddha Hand Seal.

Easier said than done – someone with relatively lower cultivation shouldn’t be able to accomplish this. Yet he was doing it now.

Not just once or twice, but continuously.

For Woon-hwi who could read the flow, mere hazy swords and feints aimed at finding opportunities were meaningless.

He could see everything, read everything.

Pung Mu-hwi’s sword poured down unpredictably like mountain wind, changing directions. Sometimes sword energy, sometimes natural energy.

It was an irregular attack that could come from any direction – north, south, east, or west – yet all were blocked.

Pung Mu-hwi, who was swinging his sword, no longer opened his mouth.

This is…

No.

What kind of monster bastard is this.

Suddenly Woon-hwi swung the Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword greatly. Looking at the ice crystals embroidered in an arc through the air, Pung Mu-hwi instantly felt something was wrong.

Thousand Year Ice Snow Responding to Heaven’s Heart.

A thousand years of ice and snow respond to heaven’s heart.

Natural Energy Transforming into Spiritual Mystery.

Natural energy transforms into spiritual mystique.

Ten thousand years of glaciers connecting with spiritual energy.

Ten thousand years of glaciers commune with spiritual energy.

One thought’s response breaks the azure sky.

A single thought’s resonance shatters the heavens.

Mysterious Origin Ice Snow Poem.

Countless ice crystals bloomed forth.

Pung Mu-hwi had also heard of the Mysterious Origin Ice Snow Poem, the first of the four poetry collections recorded in the Complete Records of Ten Thousand Snows.

‘How… beautiful.’

Unfortunately, what Pung Mu-hwi needed to do at this moment was not admiration, but attack.

Crack crack crack-!!

Pung Mu-hwi’s sword and his body began to freeze.

Woon-hwi quickly spun the True Transformation Heaven Spirit Sword and thrust it forward.

At the same time, the ice shattered.

Pung Mu-hwi twisted his body to the side with an urgent expression, but.

Swoosh-!

He couldn’t prevent it from slicing a long cut across his side.

Flesh and blood spurted forth.

He extended his left arm.

It was an attempt to grab Woon-hwi’s hair, but.

In this brief moment, Woon-hwi’s eyes turned white.

Heavenly Snow Domain.

Crack crack crack.

His arm and body froze again. Though it wasn’t completely frozen to the core, the effect of slowing his movements was definite.

This was absurd.

His heart pounded violently. Something was going terribly wrong. He was clearly dominating, so why did it feel like he was being pushed back?

Why was his heart becoming so anxious?

Woon-hwi charged straight into Pung Mu-hwi’s body.

The distance was too close to swing a sword, and even extending his arms wouldn’t accomplish anything.

Crash-!!

The ice shattered and pieces of Pung Mu-hwi’s flesh broke away with it.

Woon-hwi exhaled roughly.

It was a serious injury.

Pung Mu-hwi also exhaled. He too was seriously injured.

Interestingly, at this moment both men’s eyes were becoming sharper.

Pung Mu-hwi slowly raised his sword.

It seemed he needed to kill.

No, he absolutely had to kill.

Real wind began gathering around him. Nature itself was responding to his sword.

In an instant, all the wind of Mount Seowoosan concentrated on Pung Mu-hwi. He was no longer human. He was the king of winds wrapped in nature.

But then.

“You still don’t understand.”

What didn’t he understand?

“Where the wind blows from.”

His brow furrowed.

This insolent bastard.

How dare he discuss wind in front of the lord of Punggeom Hall?

Rage surged up.

All the winds moved according to his will, and those winds all carried sharp sword energy.

From the sky, from the ground, from all directions, wind carrying sword energy rushed toward Woon-hwi.

Wind God’s Will Sword.

Punggeom Hall’s supreme technique and the spirit that made the current Punggeom Hall possible.

Woon-hwi positioned the True Transformation Heaven Spirit Sword in front of his chest and drew his Heo Hyeon Energy to its limit.

Soon, cold energy began flowing from both his eyes.

A thousand years of spiritual energy responding to all things.

A thousand years of spiritual energy responds to all creation.

The heart of mysterious ice connecting to the nine heavens.

The heart of mysterious ice communes with the nine heavens.

Ten thousand years of snow energy transforming into spiritual mystery.

Ten thousand years of snow energy transforms into spiritual mystery.

One thought’s comprehension breaking the primordial chaos.

A single thought’s understanding shatters the primordial wilderness.

Heaven and Earth Ice Snow Poem.

Suddenly, the world was enveloped in silence. Woon-hwi’s Heo Hyeon Energy radiated in all directions. And they soon became snowflakes that began swirling madly around the area.

Each snowflake flew freely as if alive, and every single one carried deadly sword energy.

Pung Mu-hwi was shocked.

‘This… could this really be that Heaven and Earth Ice Snow Poem…? A martial artist from Ogijowen can deploy this?’

Being shocked was appropriate.

The snowflakes of the Heaven and Earth Ice Snow Poem met Pung Mu-hwi’s wind sword energies one by one and began freezing them all.

Wind-shaped ice prisons formed in the void.

Pung Mu-hwi’s face turned pale.

“This can’t be…”

His Wind God’s Will Sword was completely neutralized. The martial art that controlled nature’s winds was sealed in an instant.

Greatly flustered, Pung Mu-hwi lost sight of Woon-hwi for a moment.

Woon-hwi, who had disappeared like smoke, appeared behind Pung Mu-hwi and struck the back of his neck hard with his left hand wearing the Immortal Hand Guard.

Crack!

Pung Mu-hwi’s eyes rolled back as he lost consciousness.

Thud!

The lord of Punggeom Hall collapsed onto the snow.

Woon-hwi slowly exhaled and looked around. The peak of Mount Seowoosan was completely covered in white snow.

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After Woon-hwi left, everyone in Cheon Ryong Palace without exception just drank the alcohol placed before them in turn.

Whatever the case, things were definitely fucked up.

“I didn’t expect Mae Wi-dong to call people over.”

Several nodded at Wi Geum-cheon’s words.

“Well, without saying much, the reason everyone came to this place is probably the same.”

The Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace.

And they had no confidence in going against that organization, which held the strongest power among the Sae-oe Murim.

Whether Seol Woon-hwi came here as an exile from the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace or came of his own will – such things weren’t important.

The fact that Seol Jung-cheon, the Palace Lord of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace, had become a supreme master who reached Primordial Sole Existence.

That was what mattered most.

And they were also curious. What kind of person was Seol Woon-hwi, this baduk genius?

That’s why they came, but unexpectedly, there was someone who objected to Wi Geum-cheon’s words.

“Ah, but could you please leave me out of this?”

It was Ham Jang-sik of the Beggar Sect.

“I came here purely to help Young Master Seol Woon-hwi.”

At those words, Wi Geum-cheon and everyone else burst into hollow laughter.

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