Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 317

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Chapter 317
Only after a long time did the dust slowly settle.
Mae Wi-dong remained standing.
Seol Woon-hwi also remained standing.
Blood flowed from Seol Woon-hwi’s body like a river, while a deep wound carved across Mae Wi-dong’s chest.
To anyone’s eyes, Seol Woon-hwi had suffered a mortal wound, and Mae Wi-dong a serious injury.
That was the moment.
Seol Woon-hwi and Mae Wi-dong moved simultaneously.
Seol Woon-hwi’s fist extended toward Mae Wi-dong’s chest, but Mae Wi-dong knocked it aside with his sword. The fist rebounded upward, and in that gap, Mae Wi-dong’s blade shifted direction and slashed across Seol Woon-hwi’s flank.
Slice—!
“Ugh…!”
Seol Woon-hwi groaned but did not stop. Ignoring the wound that bled freely, he threw another punch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A barrage of consecutive strikes from Seol Woon-hwi poured toward Mae Wi-dong.
Mae Wi-dong blocked with his sword, but the destructive force contained in Seol Woon-hwi’s fists was enough to touch the Heaven-Human Unity realm. Thus he was pushed back, again and again.
Yet his counterattacks did not cease.
Slice! Slice! Thrust—!
Mae Wi-dong’s blade slashed past Seol Woon-hwi’s arm and shoulder, then pierced deep into his thigh before withdrawing.
Blood poured from every part of Seol Woon-hwi’s body.
Though Seol Woon-hwi faltered, his assault did not stop.
Rather, it grew even more ferocious.
As if he felt no pain whatsoever.
Mae Wi-dong was astounded.
“Insane… this bastard… he’s truly insane….”
Trailing off, he evaded Seol Woon-hwi’s incoming fist.
An opening appeared again. He attempted to swing his sword, but—
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes flashed, and his arm that had extended into empty air folded and whipped around.
Crack—!
Seol Woon-hwi’s elbow struck Mae Wi-dong’s shoulder with tremendous force. With the sound of bone shattering, Mae Wi-dong was driven back violently.
“Kh… hgh….”
A smile played at the corners of Mae Wi-dong’s mouth. He immediately swung his sword. Seol Woon-hwi also swung the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom he held.
Clang—!!
As blade met blade, Mae Wi-dong’s sword shattered in half.
It was no coincidence that it was among the Ten Famous Swords of the Realm.
Yet even in this sudden crisis, Mae Wi-dong ultimately reacted.
Though broken in two, the blade had not lost its function as a weapon. He thrust it forward as it was.
Thrust—!
It pierced deep into Seol Woon-hwi’s abdomen.
“Cough.”
Blood spilled from Seol Woon-hwi’s mouth. Though it was a mortal wound, he tilted his head back and smiled.
There was no sign of retreat. Rather, I took another step forward.
Mae Wi-dong was taken aback.
“You… do you intend to die in this place!”
“I don’t know. Who will die.”
Seol Woon-hwi answered while spitting blood, then released the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom and clenched his fist.
And then he drove it forward.
Crash! Crash!
Seol Woon-hwi’s fists struck Mae Wi-dong’s chest and abdomen in rapid succession. Mae Wi-dong shook violently, but he did not cease his counterattack.
He left the blade embedded in his abdomen and reached to the side, where the shattered sword fragment that had flown away earlier came into his grasp. He swung it immediately.
Swish! Scrape!
Mae Wi-dong’s blade fragments grazed past Seol Woon-hwi’s ribs, chest, and shoulder. Deep wounds opened, and blood fountained forth.
As Seol Woon-hwi staggered backward, Mae Wi-dong seized the moment. He gripped the broken blade fragment in reverse and thrust upward from below.
The blade’s tip grazed beneath Seol Woon-hwi’s jaw, tearing the skin.
With a sharp sound, a crimson line appeared and blood sprayed.
And in that brief instant, Seol Woon-hwi’s cold eyes were fixed directly upon Mae Wi-dong’s.
Seol Woon-hwi’s left hand seized Mae Wi-dong’s wrist, the one holding the blade. Mae Wi-dong’s eyes widened. Seol Woon-hwi drove his right fist forward.
Crash!
“Cough.”
Driven backward by the impact, Mae Wi-dong spat blood from his mouth, but immediately counterattacked. His hand holding the blade fragment was already free.
Therefore.
Thrust!
It carved a deep wound into Seol Woon-hwi’s ribs.
Blood fountained again, but he did not stop.
He seized Mae Wi-dong’s blade-wielding arm and drove his knee into the elbow.
Crack!
With the sound of bone breaking, Mae Wi-dong’s arm bent unnaturally. In the moment he furrowed his brow in agony, Seol Woon-hwi unleashed his fists.
Boom!! Boom!! Crack!!
Fists buried themselves in his face, chest, and abdomen. Mae Wi-dong’s nose shattered and his lips split, his face drenched in blood.
But Mae Wi-dong did not remain idle.
A broken arm did not mean the loss of advantage.
Moreover, one could still attack with a broken arm.
He deflected Seol Woon-hwi’s incoming fist to the side with his broken arm.
Ihwa Jeop Mok.
Seol Woon-hwi staggered with unnatural ease. Immediately, Mae Wi-dong swept his leg, catching Seol Woon-hwi’s shin.
Crash!
The moment Seol Woon-hwi lost his balance, Mae Wi-dong drove his head into his chest.
Boom!
Seol Woon-hwi fell backward, rolled once, and used the momentum to push himself up.
Mae Wi-dong, who had rushed over, seized his throat with his hand.
Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes turned to the side. Mae Wi-dong’s blade, gripping the fragment, was extending toward him.
Seol Woon-hwi immediately seized Mae Wi-dong’s wrist and twisted it. Mae Wi-dong paid no heed and attempted to thrust his sword forward, but—
Crack!
Seol Woon-hwi’s foot came down hard on Mae Wi-dong’s right thigh.
As Mae Wi-dong’s balance shattered, his blade lost its trajectory toward Seol Woon-hwi.
It pierced through empty air, and Seol Woon-hwi, rotating his body, swept his foot across Mae Wi-dong’s abdomen.
Boom!!
A deafening crash erupted as his body skidded sideways across the ground.
No street brawl had ever been this savage, yet this was precisely what Seol Woon-hwi had orchestrated.
The two men locked eyes with one another.
Both were becoming increasingly battered, yet neither ceased their assault.
Only one of them would leave this place alive.
Once more, they hurled themselves toward each other.
Crack! Boom! Thud!
Blood sprayed and flesh scattered through the air.
They continued their relentless assault on one another.
Yet as time wore on, hesitation began to creep into Mae Wi-dong’s attacks.
‘If this continues, we’ll both truly perish…’
Seol Woon-hwi bore a mortal wound, while Mae Wi-dong suffered a serious injury.
But that serious injury was now approaching the threshold of mortality.
Unlike Seol Woon-hwi, Mae Wi-dong had no intention of dying here.
There was still much to be done.
Tasks that absolutely had to be completed.
So he considered it.
‘Should I retreat?’
This hesitation was unmistakable.
Seol Woon-hwi had spoken clearly.
Only absolute martial prowess and absolute experience could overturn one’s cultivation level.
Seol Woon-hwi’s experience was anything but ordinary.
Would he truly miss such an opening in all that experience?
Seol Woon-hwi saw Mae Wi-dong’s momentary hesitation clearly and seized upon it.
A flash of brilliance.
His qi erupted violently.
Boom!!
Thud!
Seol Woon-hwi’s Blood Demon Soaring Heaven Art pierced directly through Mae Wi-dong’s chest. A fragment of Mae Wi-dong’s blade also penetrated Seol Woon-hwi’s shoulder, but it could hardly be called a mortal wound.
No—it fell short of that.
“Cough… gasp…”
Mae Wi-dong cried out in agony and collapsed to the ground. His chest was completely torn open, and crimson blood poured forth from the wound.
Seol Woon-hwi staggered but remained standing.
Silence hung between them for a long moment.
Mae Wi-dong looked up at Seol Woon-hwi with great difficulty.
“Why… why do you… not fear… death….”
Seol Woon-hwi glanced up at the sky for a moment before answering.
“I believe I’ve already explained this.”
Whether from labored breathing or not, Seol Woon-hwi’s words came in fragments.
He drew in a ragged breath with tremendous effort.
Cough—blood spilled forth.
He continued slowly.
“Because I am a martial artist.”
“A martial artist….”
“A martial artist lives and dies by the sword. A martial artist who does not stake his life is no martial artist at all. Is that not so?”
Mae Wi-dong’s gaze began to dim.
“It sounds as though you’re saying I was… not a martial artist….”
“Yes. You were not.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s words were cold.
“You were a man of power, Alliance Leader. Not a martial artist.”
“A man of power….”
“A true martial artist must be prepared to sacrifice his life for his convictions. Yet you clung to your life until the very end.”
“….”
“That was the difference between you and me.”
Seol Woon-hwi stepped forward and picked up the Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom that lay on the ground.
“Is there anything you wish to add to that story from before?”
“…Damn brat… remove one thing.”
“What is it?”
“That I acted hastily. Leave that out.”
“Understood.”
He swung the blade without hesitation.
Swish—!
Mae Wi-dong’s head fell to the ground.
Seol Woon-hwi slowly withdrew the Blood Demon Soaring Heaven Art. The Fourth Gate closed, the Third Gate closed, and the Second and First Gates followed in succession. The crimson light that had burned in his eyes gradually faded back to normal.
Then Seol Woon-hwi’s legs buckled severely.
The full backlash of the Blood Demon Soaring Heaven Art, having opened all the way to the Fourth Gate, crashed down upon him.
As he collapsed, blood streamed from the corners of his mouth, and his entire body convulsed with spasms.
He leaned his back against the pile of collapsed stone and gasped for breath.
The wounds he had forcibly sealed with Blood Energy tore open again, and blood began pouring out in torrents.
From Seol Woon-hwi’s perspective, this was the only method to kill a master of Heaven-Human Unity.
No—there was no other way.
A power that could touch Heaven-Human Unity, even if only for a moment.
That was what he needed.
Having resolved to die, this much could be called a respectable showing.
Seol Woon-hwi closed his eyes.
He could not feel Manager Seong and Seo Hyo approaching to stanch his wounds and infuse him with qi—all of it beyond his perception.
He only thought that the pain had receded somewhat.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
He gazed upon Manager Seong, then Seo Hyo, then Sal-ju and Am-ju behind them, and finally Han Mu-rin.
And beyond them, his eyes met those of Yeom Wang Hwa Mu-nyeom.
To Hwa Mu-nyeom, whose eyes were wide with disbelief, Seol Woon-hwi spoke.
“Come… here… please…”
The perceptive Hwa Mu-nyeom immediately understood what those faint words meant.
He brought his ear close to Seol Woon-hwi’s lips.
“…Become the Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.”
Hwa Mu-nyeom raised his head, his eyes widening.
“…What?”
“You must become the Alliance Leader of the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance.”
“…Me… you say?”
“The position of Alliance Leader must be filled. The Heavenly Righteousness Alliance will only be complete when you come, Senior.”
“You…”
“Do you refuse?”
“…I need time to think. There is much I wish to ask you…”
“Regardless of that, there is one thing that matters, is there not?”
Even in this moment, Seol Woon-hwi’s eyes remained alive.
His voice grew increasingly clear, to the point where one might wonder if this was his final moment of clarity.
As Yeom Wang, he had to make a swift decision.
And by Seol Woon-hwi’s next words, he decided.
“If you wish to create a new order, then be resolute. Act as a martial artist should.”
What manner of man was this?
I swear, in all my life, I have never witnessed a being so extraordinary.
There was much to learn from him, and the severed head of Mae Wi-dong lying at a distance proved it.
It was enough.
Truly, it was enough.
“Very well. Alliance Leader.”
Upon hearing those words, Seol Woon-hwi glanced briefly at Manager Seong before nodding.
Before losing consciousness.
He squeezed forth every last ounce of strength and opened his mouth.
“Mae Wi-dong’s corpse… there is a use for it…”
That was all.
Seol Woon-hwi lost consciousness.

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