Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33

“…Now I see, there was a demon bastard inside Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace! Remove your mask immediately!”

Woon-hwi shook his head and gripped his sword.

“I’m very busy today. So.”

Slowly, Woon-hwi’s blood vessels began to writhe.

“Let’s start right away.”

Do Cheon-haeng kicked off from his position toward Woon-hwi who spoke thus.

His feet, having reached Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown, were faster than expected, reaching Woon-hwi’s front in an instant.

His blade, which had been raised high into the sky at some point, came crashing down.

Blue Cloud Thirty-Six Blades.

Chapter 4: Blue Cloud Flying Dance.

Woon-hwi, who had been watching intently, stepped on the ground.

A stream of cold energy covering his feet pushed Woon-hwi’s body away.

Snow Cloud Step.

Do Cheon-haeng’s blade energy grazed past Woon-hwi’s nose.

Cool and powerful.

However, the fact that it grazed was important. Do Cheon-haeng’s eyes flashed as he furrowed his brow deeply.

The tendons in both arms gripping the blade bulged with a creaking sound. Gathering his energy, he swung his blade once more.

Blue Cloud Thirty-Six Blades.

Chapter 13: Blue Cloud Mountain Breaking.

Blade energy imbued with blue aura began sweeping through the room, drawing a trajectory like a dragon soaring through the sky.

The scrolls hanging on the walls fluttered, and the teacups on the table fell and shattered into pieces.

However, surprisingly, Woon-hwi remained still this time as well.

But only his limbs remained still, not his eyes.

His two eyes moved ceaselessly, observing everything about Do Cheon-haeng. His blade techniques, the energy spreading around him, which leg touched the ground first when he stepped with his footwork, how the energy was transmitted.

He had now seen exactly twice.

And these two times.

This was more than enough for Woon-hwi, it was overflowing.

Woon-hwi stepped forward and thrust his sword.

Mysterious Ice Sword.

Chapter 1: Heavenly Ice Flower.

It was like snowflakes falling on a winter day. The cold energy emanating from the sword blade wrapped around Do Cheon-haeng’s blade energy like an embrace. It happened in an instant.

Like frost-covered petals scattering in the wind, the frozen blade energy crumbled and dispersed.

He was shocked.

“This is… what on earth…?”

This would be the normal reaction for an ordinary martial artist.

How could someone at Yang Gwang I Hyeon so easily neutralize the martial arts displayed by a warrior of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown?

Not only was there a drastic difference in the concentration of accumulated energy, but also in quantity – this really made no sense.

He gritted his teeth.

He would unleash a more powerful blade technique.

His fighting spirit surged.

Blue Cloud Thirty-Six Blades.

Chapter 35: Blue Cloud Domain Breaking Alert.

Blade energy poured down like a waterfall, tearing through the surrounding air. His blade energy, condensed into blue light as if it had substance, began crashing down with fierce momentum.

In response, Woon-hwi raised his sword in an extremely leisurely posture.

There was no need to draw upon Heo Hyeon Energy.

A decisive battle is not simply determined by the quantity and quality of energy.

What judgment is made.

Through which blood vessels the opponent’s energy flows and what effects it produces.

What function the opponent’s martial arts serves.

Woon-hwi understood all of these things at a glance.

The eyes of one who had been closest to heaven know how to contain the sky even when fallen to earth.

Among the countless blade energies falling down, only one.

He swung his sword toward that which shone brightest among all the surrounding things.

Mysterious Ice Sword.

Chapter 2: Ten Thousand Year Snow Waterfall.

The arc drawn by the sword was like snow accumulated for a thousand years… no, a hundred years pouring down all at once. Even while directly confronting the momentum created by Do Cheon-haeng’s blade energy, Woon-hwi’s sword softly dispersed the blade energy like water flowing around a rock.

That’s right. Dispersion.

One was decomposed, and soon the surrounding blade energies were decomposed in turn, quickly.

Do Cheon-haeng clearly noticed the phenomenon that had occurred earlier at this moment.

Woon-hwi’s very faint energy, without caring about the void, wrapped around only one thread, interfering with the energy’s circulation.

Those energies that received Woon-hwi’s interference faded away without Do Cheon-haeng being able to do anything about it.

This sounds easy to say, but in an instant of an instant, in a moment shorter than that, everything must be accomplished, and he was now doing this twice.

Without a single mistake.

Do Cheon-haeng couldn’t react in the first place.

An energy manipulation ability that vastly surpassed what a Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown warrior could achieve.

Even interfering with it.

What is this supposed to be?

Do Cheon-haeng’s blade, which had crashed down with great momentum, now became mere plain water without any energy and struck the ground.

It was natural.

Swoosh-!

Woon-hwi’s sword pierced Do Cheon-haeng’s heart.

Coughing up blood and collapsing, Do Cheon-haeng heard Woon-hwi’s calm voice pierce his ears.

“Your blade techniques are flashy but show too many openings.”

“Cough…”

“The flow of power is unnecessarily leaking outward, so while the martial arts appear to be of very high level on the surface, that’s merely superficial. How could martial arts that are merely flashy be powerful?”

Woon-hwi, who had withdrawn his sword, quietly looked down at Do Cheon-haeng.

Eyes without emotion.

The eyes of a ‘strong one’ who accepted all this situation as natural.

Facing those eyes, Do Cheon-haeng couldn’t even breathe.

Not because his heart was pierced.

The difference in the dignity of their existence.

That was the reason.

“Usually, warriors at the level of Five Realms of Martial God use an extremely small number of martial arts. And do you know what the common point among them is?”

“…What… what is it…?”

“The number of techniques is at most five, and really short ones have about two. Why this phenomenon occurs is clear.”

He raised his sword.

“Because many techniques are unnecessary. For beings becoming one with martial arts, the number of techniques is meaningless. If there’s any meaning, it would be the initial form. A warrior holding a sword will swing the sword in some way. Or stab, or slash down – all those initial techniques certainly exist. What’s important is that this becomes blurred at the end, but techniques that can be deployed in a stabbing manner can later be deployed in a slashing manner as well. I believe you called it Blue Cloud Thirty-Six Blades, is that correct?”

His lifeline was hanging by a thread.

Right now, Do Cheon-haeng was displaying superhuman mental strength.

He had to listen.

No, he wanted to listen.

He nodded his head desperately.

“When wielding a blade, thirty-six techniques are unnecessary. That’s too many. Such things are difficult to refine later. I don’t know all thirty-six of those techniques, but if it were me, I would have discarded about thirty of them.”

“You… who… are you exactly…?”

“I am Seol Woon-hwi. The fool of Seol-ap, who was once a scarecrow.”

“No… you’re… no…!”

He wasn’t interested.

There was no reason to explain, and showing mercy beyond this point was meaningless.

“This is impossible… How could… you…?”

“Only those who have experienced it know the boundary between possible and impossible.”

“…I want to live…”

He swung his sword.

Swoosh-!

Do Cheon-haeng’s head fell to the ground.

Warriors speak with their swords.

Not with their mouths.

Seol Woon-hwi picked up the rolling head and turned around.

He had many things to do today.

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Jang Mu-hwi, the sect leader of Long Sword Gate who had been sleeping soundly, was tossing and turning in his bed when he opened his eyes at a strange feeling.

It was truly something in a category that defied rational explanation.

Naturally, his eyes turned toward the table located in his quarters.

On that table, which should have been empty, there was something.

As he narrowed his eyes, the identity of that thing came into view.

“…Huh…”

A stupid sound escaped from his mouth.

Those two things were heads.

And they were heads of people he knew well – Do Cheon-haeng of Blue Cloud Blade Gate and Ho Mu-cheong of Hyeon-cheon Palace.

Why were those two masters of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown only heads there?

And beside them, he saw a man sitting cross-legged, tossing what looked like small elixir pills into his mouth.

This was really strange.

He was sitting there so openly, so why did he only notice his presence now?

How could the heads placed on the table catch his eye before that presence?

Even when he narrowed his vision, it didn’t change, so it truly couldn’t help but be a strange matter.

And the strangest thing among all of this was.

“…Seol… Woon-hwi?”

“Since you went to bed early and seem unaware, let me tell you a few things.”

Jang Mu-hwi swallowed his saliva and got up from his seat.

Even so, Woon-hwi didn’t move and quietly continued speaking.

“First, today three of the Four Major Sects excluding Ju-ryeong Sword Gate will lose their heads.”

“…You bastard…”

“These two gentlemen here didn’t need long conversations, and I had no intention of having them, so I finished them quickly, but Sect Leader Jang is a bit different.”

Woon-hwi’s clear eyes stared at Jang Mu-hwi.

“You must have taken a considerable amount of Han-reung Jade Crystal, but you couldn’t have distributed all the ore from there fairly, and on top of that, I heard that Long Sword Gate’s warriors have been occupying the mine for more than half of each month recently.”

This was something he was genuinely curious about.

“The amount you’ve exploited so far must reach thousands of silver coins, so where is all of that?”

“…”

“I saw on my way here that while the buildings are magnificent, the other warriors’ swords and even their long robes were a mess. Their meals seemed terrible too, so at this level, I judge that you used that money separately. Am I right?”

Jang Mu-hwi silently picked up a long sword from the corner.

“Looking at your expression, you definitely have something you’ve obtained separately. Something very precious but that you, Sect Leader Jang, cannot use or consume right now… or something you intend to consume when the time comes. It doesn’t seem to be weapons, so spirit pills, or training resources…”

Woon-hwi, who had trailed off, chuckled.

“Never mind. I can tell just by looking at your expression, so let’s go now.”

“Go where?”

“You must go to Three Path River.”

“…You bastard…”

“Your two close friends who went ahead are waiting, Sect Leader Jang.”

“…”

“And as you can see, I’m currently in a somewhat tired state. So I’m trying to finish quickly, and if possible, please display the most excellent and confident martial art among all those you know, Sect Leader Jang. There’s no need to see anything else.”

His face flushed with anger.

“You arrogant bastard son of a bitch! The one who dies today won’t be me, but you!”

Jang Mu-hwi kicked off from his position.

His long sword cut through the air and flew toward Woon-hwi’s neck.

It was a single streak of light as thin as thread and quite fierce, but Woon-hwi only slightly turned his head.

With a rustling sound, a few strands of Woon-hwi’s hair scattered in the air. At this point, Jang Mu-hwi couldn’t help but be amazed.

He had achieved almost perfect evasion with a very small movement.

He retrieved his sword again and swung it powerfully.

However.

Clang-!

Woon-hwi’s sword struck down Jang Mu-hwi’s sword in mid-air, and Jang Mu-hwi, with a somewhat flustered expression, stepped back a couple of paces.

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