Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 277

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Chapter 277
“This…!”
Jin Mu-hyeok was taken aback, but he quickly prepared his fourth move.
He lowered his body first, then suddenly propelled himself upward, leaping into the sky. In mid-air, he formed the massive shape of a dragon with both palms and brought it crashing down toward Seol Woon-hwi’s head.
These were the Dormant Dragon Moves Not to Use and the Leaping Dragon Ascends to Heaven from the Eighteen Dragon Palms.
His technique, linking two techniques in an instant, was powerful enough to darken the sky above the plaza.
Seol Woon-hwi’s pupils gleamed as he lifted his head.
He immediately swung the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom to the side.
Heavenly Snow Flying Decision Sword.
The cold energy erupting from the blade spread in a fan shape, freezing both Jin Mu-hyeok suspended in the air and his dragon form.
“Gasp…!”
Jin Mu-hyeok urgently detonated his internal energy to shatter the ice covering his body, but in doing so, he consumed considerable reserves of power.
In that instant.
His instinct, his very senses, screamed out.
Something was flying toward him.
His eyes narrowed.
A beam of light streaked through the ice shards, coming straight at him.
Its target: the center of Jin Mu-hyeok’s face.
Startled, Jin Mu-hyeok twisted his body sharply.
Swish—!!
A long gash appeared across his cheek. It must have been a hidden dagger.
Jin Mu-hyeok landed quietly on the ground.
Yet his expression was oddly hollow.
It wasn’t just Jin Mu-hyeok. The Eight Heavenly Seats wore the same expression.
There was a simple reason for this.
Seol Woon-hwi had created a new realm and killed Manhwa Geom-je Jang I-cheong.
Yet this was all?
He claimed he would finish it within four moves, but all he did was throw a hidden dagger? What kind of strength was that to kill anyone?
It was a fundamental doubt.
“…With just this level of skill…what are you trying to do? Four moves…? So you’re just someone who knows how to use his head.”
He had certainly said he would finish it within four moves, but Seol Woon-hwi had already displayed three of them.
He claimed to end it with the remaining move, but what exactly had the previous three moves accomplished?
Jin Mu-hyeok could confidently answer: nothing.
At this point, the fear he had harbored—that he might die if they engaged in a life-or-death battle—now seemed pathetic to him.
“How did you kill Jang I-cheong?”
Seol Woon-hwi did not answer.
“He died inside the Secret Realm, so you must have trapped him in some kind of mechanism and killed him that way. Your moves are threatening, but that’s all they are.”
Still, Seol Woon-hwi remained silent.
Jin Mu-hyeok let out a sigh and smiled faintly.
A path to survival had revealed itself.
He thrust his palms downward and launched himself from his seat.
“Die—!”
Golden energy erupted from Jin Mu-hyeok’s body, swirling into a vortex that lifted the plaza’s blue stones into the air.
Eighteen Palms of the Soaring Dragon.
The seventeenth palm: Divine Dragon’s Tail Sweep.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly opened his mouth.
The world bows beneath my feet.
Golden energy began to bloom from the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom, radiating with the overwhelming majesty of an emperor.
As he slowly swung the sword, all the flying stones crumbled to dust and vanished.
All directions submit to my will.
Seol Woon-hwi stepped forward.
Jin Mu-hyeok, his brow furrowed, unleashed his technique with all his might.
Eighteen Palms of the Soaring Dragon.
The fifth ultimate technique: Soaring Dragon’s Regret.
It was among the highest ultimate techniques of the Eighteen Palms of the Soaring Dragon. The energy of a dragon piercing the heavens surged from both his palms.
Completing the path of emperors.
Seol Woon-hwi’s sword energy clashed against his dragon.
The moment the two forces collided, the entire plaza trembled. Roof tiles from distant buildings scattered and fell, while nearby martial artists coughed blood and were hurled backward.
Kwaaaaaang—!!!
The deafening explosion tore through the sky.
But Jin Mu-hyeok’s dragon began to give way. It crumbled slowly before Seol Woon-hwi’s sword energy.
“This cannot be…”
Seol Woon-hwi’s song reached Jin Mu-hyeok’s ears as despair painted his face.
My name shall endure through ten thousand ages.
Seol Woon-hwi swung his sword horizontally.
In a final desperate gambit, Jin Mu-hyeok unleashed Leaderless Dragons’ Swarm. Dozens of dragons roared through the void and rushed at Seol Woon-hwi, but—
I alone shall stand above the world.
With the final verse of the sword song, Seol Woon-hwi’s blade swept forth.
Its range was considerable.
Its power was tremendous.
Shiiiiing—!!
Dozens of dragons vanished in an instant.
In this moment, Jin Mu-hyeok made his judgment.
He had to flee.
Standing his ground was not an option.
It was the same as the path Jin Mu-hyeok the martial artist had walked until now.
His instinct, and his intuition, guided him thus.
He launched himself with all his strength.
Direction: rightward.
Without exaggeration, he could clearly open more than a dozen zhang of distance in a single instant.
Jin Mu-hyeok moved as if tearing through space itself, and the moment he turned his head—
Thwack!
A sword pierced through Jin Mu-hyeok’s chest.
“Cough… cough…”
He couldn’t believe it.
“How did you read it… no… how did you go beyond merely reading…?”
Jin Mu-hyeok coughed blood and fell to his knees.
The plaza lay in complete devastation. The blue stone floor was fractured, and most of the surrounding stone pillars were shattered. In the sky, the lingering auras of the two masters still swirled in vortexes, and not just the Heaven-Human Realm cultivators but every spectator present shared Jin Mu-hyeok’s bewilderment.
How had he caught it?
How had he known Jin Mu-hyeok would evade in that final moment, and how had he discerned that direction?
The result was unbelievable to both the combatant and those watching. From a distance—
Only Mae Wi-dong, wearing a subtle smile, seemed to have anticipated this outcome.
Seol Woon-hwi stood before Jin Mu-hyeok and murmured quietly.
“Sweeping across the realm like a conquering wind.”
“The four seas bow before me alone.”
“Imperial dominion and hegemonic glory are now achieved.”
“Ten thousand ages of glory carved into eternal history.”
Jin Mu-hyeok asked in a trembling voice.
“What… what is that…?”
“The fourth of the Heaven-Defying Five Sword Song—the Solitary Supremacy Under Heaven technique.”
“…Never heard of it…”
“I have no obligation to explain, but you looked so wronged that I’ll tell you a few things.”
“Cough…”
“Did the hidden dagger I threw seem half-hearted?”
“…”
“I needed to observe what choice you would make first when life and death hung in the balance.”
“…What…?”
“Whether you would deflect the dagger or evade it—I needed to confirm that, and whether your judgment would change when you thought your opponent was beneath you. I needed to grasp that.”
“You grasped it… didn’t you fail to grasp it…!”
“I did grasp it. The first two moves were to observe what choice you primarily made during exchanges of attack and defense. When I deployed the Solitary Supremacy Under Heaven technique, Senior Jin Mu-hyeok, thinking me easy prey, didn’t evade as you had with the dagger. Instead, you met it head-on, just as you had with the first and second moves.”
“…”
“And when a technique threatening your life unfolded in that final moment, you evaded, just as you had with the dagger.”
Seol Woon-hwi knelt on one knee where he stood, bringing his eyes level with Jin Mu-hyeok’s.
“I discarded three moves to end it with the fourth. Your eyes were simply blinded for a moment, so you couldn’t grasp what I intended to do. Yes. That’s why.”
Seol Woon-hwi paused, then continued through Jeonum.
-You never used the Blood Cult’s martial arts.
“…”
-You underestimated me far too much. As the Deputy Sect Leader of the Beggar Sect, you should have had abundant information about me. The fact that you didn’t grasp this much means… to speak plainly, you didn’t lose to me. Senior Jin Mu-hyeok, you lost to yourself.
“…I…”
“Enough. There’s no reason to continue this conversation, no time to waste further. I will collect the price for today’s events directly from Sect Leader Hye Bangju.”
“…Receive? What do you mean, receive? That old man gave me nothing….”
Tsk.
Seol Woon-hwi clicked his tongue sharply and spoke as if tossing the words aside.
“It seems you don’t understand. Why I’m speaking to you with respect, and why you’ll die here.”
“…What?”
“Hye Bangju understood. That no matter what you did, you could never touch me.”
“…I can never touch you?”
“Yes. The results speak for themselves now. Today, Senior Jin died as a martial artist. Not as a traitor.”
“….”
“From now on, I will share great aspirations with Hye Bangju, so please depart.”
Seol Woon-hwi extended his hand directly into Jin Mu-hyeok’s chest.
Thump—!
“Cough… cough….”
The heart inside, pounding violently and rapidly.
Burst—!
It simply exploded.
Jin Mu-hyeok collapsed.
The plaza fell into complete silence.
Everyone’s eyes alternated between the devastated plaza and Seol Woon-hwi. Their gazes mingled awe and terror.
Seol Woon-hwi rose from his seat. Now everyone understood.
What kind of realm the Three Immortals Realm truly was.
What degree of genius Seol Woon-hwi, who created it, possessed.
Seol Woon-hwi turned his body.
The ceremony had to continue, after all.
Then he paused.
Slowly, Seol Woon-hwi’s gaze shifted.
Everyone’s eyes followed.
A middle-aged man walked forward with his hands clasped behind his back.
Someone drew in a sharp breath.
That was it.
The long robe he wore bore a single emblem.
The characters “Great Blood” inscribed upon it, surrounded by golden embroidery in a circular pattern.
Only one person in this Murim could bear such an emblem.
While everyone gazed upon the Great Blood, Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes fixed upon his head.
It gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight.
Truly.
No matter how far back through time I travel, that head remains unchanged.
The Grand Elder of the Origin Blood Sect.
The Blood Spirit Fist King, Yeong Woon-seong.
He arrived before Seol Woon-hwi and spoke with a hearty laugh.
“Hahahaha—!! What an honor to meet a true hero!”
Yeong Woon-seong gripped Seol Woon-hwi’s shoulders firmly with both hands as he spoke.
“Won’t you join the Origin Blood Sect?”
I thought I would see him someday, but I never expected it to happen like this.
Seol Woon-hwi answered briefly.
“I appreciate the offer, but I can only accept your kindness.”
“…Hmm?”
Seol Woon-hwi stepped back and performed a respectful Embracing Fist salute.
“Seol Woon-hwi, Righteous Executor of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, is honored to meet the Water Gate Commander of the Origin Blood Sect, Great One Yeong.”
“Ha… hahahaha, so you have manners after all!! Let me propose once more—won’t you join the Origin Blood Sect? I shall grant you the position of Elder.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s answer remained the same this time.
“I can only accept your kindness, Senior.”
“Tsk! I offered you the position of Elder….”
“I said I can only accept your kindness, did I not.”
“….”
“Why must you make me repeat myself, Great One Yeong.”
A cold smile bloomed at the corners of Yeong Woon-seong’s mouth.
This bastard—
* * *
The atmosphere around them had already grown strange.
Even the Eight Seats of Heaven, who had maintained their dignified composure throughout the fight, had all risen from their places at some point.
That was only natural.
The name Yeong Woon-seong was no light name even in the Central Plains. As Seol Woon-hwi had said, being the Water Gate Commander of the Origin Blood Sect carried symbolic weight in itself.
Setting all that aside, Yeong Woon-seong’s current realm was the Great Void Formless.
If he so desired, he could slaughter every martial artist present in this place.

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