Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 389

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Chapter 389
Seol Woon-hwi answered briefly, as if it were nothing, as if merely another day.
“I am simply walking my path as a martial artist.”
“….”
“I did not wish to entangle Senior Wang in this matter. The saying that good deeds bring good fortune crossed my mind, yet I must speak clearly regardless.”
“Go on.”
“Pretend you saw nothing and turn back.”
“….”
“It would be better for Senior Wang as well.”
Wang Mu-ha shook his head.
“My mind is already made.”
“….”
“Is there a place for me in the Heavenly Righteousness Alliance, or perhaps the Eternal Snow Palace?”
I regarded Wang Mu-ha in silence.
I had not wished to bring this man along in such a manner, yet looking at the circumstances, it was not entirely unfavorable.
“There are positions available, but ultimately Senior Wang’s determination is what matters, is it not?”
Wang Mu-ha had already made his resolve.
“Firmly decided.”
“…I understand. We shall discuss this further once this matter concludes.”
It was then.
“Truly a pity.”
A master of Heaven-Human Unity positioned behind Seol Woon-hwi.
The white-haired elder gazed at Wang Mu-ha with genuine regret.
Wang Mu-ha’s face hardened.
“…Ha Mu-jin….”
Ha Mu-jin of the Iron-Eyed Sword Sect.
A master of Heaven-Human Unity and former Grand Elder of the Martial Alliance.
Now he had withdrawn from the front lines, serving as the Alliance Leader’s Dharma Protector.
“Will you not regret this?”
“…I shall not regret it, but why do you involve yourself in such matters? As I recall, you were one who understood the Way.”
“Is understanding the Way not the same as living one’s life?”
“….”
“It is simply for the Martial Alliance. Know only that much.”
“…Sophistry.”
Ha Mu-jin shook his head.
“For the order of the Martial Alliance, this old man draws his blade.”
Zhuge Yeong-hyeon, who had been observing the situation, let out a bitter laugh.
“I too find this most regrettable.”
All eyes turned toward Zhuge Yeong-hyeon.
“The Martial Alliance’s Elder Wang Mu-ha recently engaged in a great match with Seol Woon-hwi and exchanged whispered words….”
Zhuge Yeong-hyeon’s eyes gleamed with cold intensity.
“So at that time, you were secretly plotting the Alliance Leader’s assassination. And now you’ve carried out the assassination together… Yes, even if you’ve created this new realm called the Samhyeon Realm, to face off against the Alliance Leader who masters the Great Void Formless? The logic was somewhat thin, but if it’s the betrayal of someone like Wang Mu-ha… then the story gains deeper logic, doesn’t it?”
“….”
“This is quite something. The order of the Murim is truly a mess. Isn’t it?”
Wang Mu-ha placed his hand on his sword, and Zhuge Yeong-hyeon lowered his fan once more.
“Begin.”
In that instant.
Boom—!!
All the martial artists rushed forward.
I drew my sword.
The Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword.
It gleamed coldly beneath the moonlight.
“Won Yang.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Take command of the Azure Dragon Brigade’s warriors.”
Namgung Won Yang’s expression turned cold.
“What about prisoners?”
“None needed.”
“Understood.”
Won Yang charged forward, and I looked ahead.
Two martial artists at the Heaven-Human Realm were raising their momentum.
Cho Mu-hwan, the Crimson Flame Swordmaster.
Bang Cheon-su, the Lightning Swordmaster.
Despite their appearance, they were two of the Eight Grand Elders of the Martial Alliance.
Years ago, the two elders had declared their retirement, and those who filled their positions were brought here by Zhuge Yeong-hyeon.
“…Seol Woon-hwi.”
Cho Mu-hwan on the left spoke.
“They say you’re a genius of the world, yet today you shall perish.”
Bang Cheon-su on the right also drew his sword.
I did not answer.
I simply raised my sword.
And.
I moved.
Boom—!!
The ground shattered beneath my feet.
In an instant, I stood before Cho Mu-hwan.
Cho Mu-hwan was greatly startled. I was faster than he’d anticipated.
“…Indeed… most impressive!”
He swung his sword.
The Heavenly True Flame Sword.
Flames erupted from the sword.
But.
Whoosh—
Seol Woon-hwi’s blade cleaved through the flames and pressed forward.
Absolute Ice Return to Void Sword.
The True Chapter of the Primordial Innate Mental Technique that I had been reviewing over and over in my mind until recently.
Through it, the limit of Void Manifestation Qi had deepened further.
And the maximum threshold my blood vessels could endure.
Right now, I was more sincere than ever before.
Crack—!
It was but a single severing sound.
“…What?”
Cho Mu-hwan’s eyes widened greatly.
He hadn’t seen it, and he couldn’t react.
He only felt that something had gone terribly wrong.
His body had no sensation.
It wouldn’t move.
The world tilted.
Thud.
His head fell to the ground and blood fountained upward.
“…Brother… Brother!!”
Bang Cheon-su, the Lightning Sword Master, rushed forward in fury.
Heavenly Thunder Breaking Void Sword.
Lightning erupted from his blade and from his legs as well. The unity of footwork and sword.
Rumble—!!
Lightning poured down toward Seol Woon-hwi.
Seol Woon-hwi did not evade.
He simply raised his sword.
‘This man’s sword technique….’
My eyes moved.
I read my opponent’s blade.
The direction of the incoming lightning.
How was it generated, where did it accelerate, and ultimately what was it targeting.
Three forms.
Though I had never witnessed the Heavenly Thunder Breaking Void Sword before, a technique of this caliber was entirely analyzable.
The first form was restraint.
The second form was pressure.
The third form was the true attack.
‘Right now, it’s the first.’
I tilted my blade at an angle.
Crash—!!
The lightning bolt ricocheted off the sword and scattered.
Bang Cheon-su’s eyes wavered.
But he did not stop.
Second technique.
Heavenly Thunder Chain Sword.
Dozens of lightning bolts poured down from all directions.
My eyes swept across the void.
‘Three from the upper left, five from the lower right, ten from the front.’
I could see every trajectory.
Whoosh—
I twisted my body.
The lightning from the upper left passed by.
I twisted again.
The lightning from the lower right grazed me.
And I swung my sword toward the ten bolts ahead.
Boom—!!
All the lightning bolts scattered.
“…How…?!”
Bang Cheon-su’s face turned pale.
I advanced forward, gritting my teeth. Bang Cheon-su unleashed his final technique.
“This is the Heavenly Thunder Annihilation Sword! Try to withstand this!”
He poured all his internal energy into it.
A massive bolt of lightning surged toward me.
A martial art that carved a path of lightning through the void and made even the surrounding natural energy tremble.
To anyone’s eyes, it was a Martial God Grade technique, not Heaven and Earth Grade. It was merely that the user was Heaven and Earth Grade.
And I was already moving.
Severing all bonds of fate in this world, walking alone with a single sword between heaven and earth.
Frost covers the heart with no attachments, all things like ice can be shattered.
Heaven-Defying Vast Sword.
Third Song, Cold Heaven Eternal Severance Formula.
I swung my sword.
Crack—!!
The lightning bolt extending through the void froze solid.
It was a magnificent sight.
Bang Cheon-su was bewildered, and I continued moving.
Damn it, the enemy–!!
The lightning bolts stretching into the empty air froze solid.
He was a minister.
Bang Cheon-su was flustered, and Seol Woon-hwi was making a move.
Scrape—!
The Jinwha Cheonryeong Geom sliced across Bang Cheon-su’s shoulder in a long, clean cut before passing through. Only because he’d reacted, however belatedly, did it stop here. Otherwise, his arm and neck would have been severed together.
Between sprays of blood erupting into the void, my sword extended once more.
Bang Cheon-su raised his blade to block.
Clang—!!
But his sword was knocked upward instead. He’d been overwhelmed in raw power.
“What the—… insane….”
My eyes gleamed.
Bang Cheon-su’s left shoulder.
An opening.
I struck immediately.
Swish—!
I cut his shoulder.
“Gah…!”
Blood sprayed, and I saw it. Bang Cheon-su’s left thigh.
A perfect opening he could never escape.
I swung.
Scrape—!
Bang Cheon-su’s left thigh was sliced open, bone exposed.
He tried to retreat, but it was already too late.
His left shoulder, which held the sword, could no longer muster strength, and his left leg, which should have pushed against the ground to move, was now as good as severed.
There was nothing he could do now.
That was the truth.
I raised my sword.
“…wait… wait… just wait…!”
Before his words could finish.
Scrape—!
Bang Cheon-su’s head fell to the ground.
Silence fell over the surroundings.
Wang Mu-ha and Ha Mu-jin, locked in fierce combat.
The Azure Dragon Brigade martial artists fighting Won Yang.
And Zhuge Yeong-hyeon as well.
Everyone knew Seol Woon-hwi was strong. He’d proven it countless times already, so there was nothing more to say.
But not to this degree.
Certainly not.
Not to this extent.
Two martial artists from the Heaven-Human Realm dead in just a few sword strikes.
It shattered everyone’s common sense.
Zhuge Yeong-hyeon was especially shocked.
“…how…?”
Honestly, I never thought those two could stop Seol Woon-hwi. But I believed they could buy time.
If those two could pin down Seol Woon-hwi and Ha Mu-jin subdued Wang Mu-ha before joining them, the situation would be over.
That’s what I believed, but it fell apart from the start.
I hesitated and retreated backward.
“If.”
At the sound of Seol Woon-hwi’s voice, Zhuge Yeong-hyeon froze.
“If your plan was to believe these two could restrain me, then it wasn’t I who broke your plan—it was you yourself.”
“…What…?”
“Did you not consider joining the fight yourself?”
I blinked.
“Do you think of yourself as a strategist, or as a martial artist?”
“…You….”
“Because you were neither, you now stand there as you do.”
Zhuge Yeong-hyeon gathered his energy. Fury surged within him.
And that was all.
The moment Seol Woon-hwi before my eyes vanished.
Whoosh.
A sword blade erupted into view.
Through the back, piercing the heart—a long blade.
The Jinwha Cheonryeong Sword.
“Today, the Zhuge name vanishes from this world.”
Seol Woon-hwi’s voice came from behind.
Cough.
Blood erupted forth.
…This isn’t right.
This shouldn’t be happening.
“Farewell.”
The sword withdrew.
Thud.
I fell to my knees.
Before my eyes appeared Ha Mu-jin and Wang Mu-ha, their expressions bewildered.
Then.
Crash—!
The world tilted.
* * *
While all fell silent before Seol Woon-hwi’s might.
Namgung Won Yang’s eyes gleamed.
Regardless, these were those who had drawn blades against Seol Woon-hwi and sought to kill him.
She had no intention of sparing a single one.
She rushed forward.
The twenty-odd members of the Azure Dragon Brigade froze for an instant.
Namgung Won Yang’s body flowed like water.
Clear Void Formless Sword Technique.
Whoosh—
Three sword arcs materialized.
“…What is this…!”
The martial artist at the front hastily raised his sword to block.
Clang—!!
But what he blocked was a phantom blade.
The real sword came from elsewhere.
Thud—!!
It pierced through his heart.
“Ugh…!!”
The Azure Dragon Brigade martial artist collapsed, spewing blood.
One.
Namgung Won Yang withdrew her sword.
Blood dripped along the blade.
“This woman…!!”
Another martial artist beside her swung his sword.
Namgung Won Yang raised her blade to meet it.
Clang—!!
Steel met steel.
She twisted to the side, and his sword flew from his grip.
An opening.
Namgung Won Yang’s blade grazed his neck.
Crunch—!!
His head flew.
Two.
The Azure Dragon Brigade martial artists panicked.
Three rushed at her simultaneously.
All wielding Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.
Namgung Won Yang kicked off the ground.
Boom—!!
The floor shattered. Her body burrowed between them.
She swung her sword.

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