Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75

 

Rumble.

 

The ground vibrated as the energies around Tak Geuk’s body began to distort. What could be clearly seen with the naked eye was obviously not ordinary Five Energy Harmonizing Origin.

 

As he had felt from earlier, Tak Geuk was only half a step away from reaching the Harmony Realm.

 

There was no doubt about it.

 

Woon-hwi also tightened his tension.

 

Tak Geuk’s eyes stretched long. His spear, extending at light-like speed, split into seven branches in the air and surged up like a dragon’s ascent.

 

Dragon King Heaven Strong Spear.

 

Rip, tear.

 

In that brief moment when Woon-hwi’s daopo was torn, sword light flashed.

 

It precisely pierced through the gaps of the seven-pronged spear blade, and light exploded from that point. Crescent-shaped energy spreading in all directions began howling as it devastated the surroundings, and the two men did not stop.

 

Tak Geuk’s red-hot spear swept horizontally, but before the force could be fully transmitted, Woon-hwi’s sword struck the spear shaft.

 

Clang!

 

His gaze deepened.

 

Tak Geuk’s spear shaft bent and screamed, while Woon-hwi’s blade cut through the air. Tak Geuk’s spear tip slashed long across Woon-hwi’s right shoulder as it passed, and Woon-hwi’s sword cut across Tak Geuk’s left side as it passed.

 

“Kugh…”

 

Tak Geuk, who let out a groan, gritted his teeth.

 

He had clearly tried to face him while controlling his strength.

 

He had no intention of killing. But he also had no intention of backing down.

 

Yet now they were fighting almost as equals.

 

Does this even make sense?

 

This wasn’t the result he had expected. What the hell is this bastard doing?

 

Is he really a monster?

 

There was such a monster on Snow Mountain? If he’s this good now, in the future…

 

He couldn’t even imagine it.

 

Tak Geuk’s internal energy concentrated at his spear tip.

 

The ultimate technique among ultimate techniques that had made him who he is now.

 

He intended to unleash it.

 

He thrust forward.

 

A single streak of spear light that had been drawing the form of a dragon instantly split into dozens and transformed into dozens of dragons.

 

Sea Dragon Heaven Violent Display.

 

The momentum was fierce.

 

It was also full of killing intent.

 

However, the eyes of Woon-hwi facing it were tranquility itself.

 

In a brief moment, his two eyes were dyed with white snow.

 

Heavenly Snow Domain.

 

The surrounding five inches.

 

Precisely all the energy within five inches came under Woon-hwi’s control. With crackling sounds, the dozens of dragons that had been extending forward began freezing from their heads.

 

Before long, everything stopped.

 

“Wow…”

 

Someone let out an exclamation. All the fighting that had been happening around them had stopped at some point. Everyone held their breath while looking at the absolute domain Woon-hwi had created, and Tak Geuk was no exception.

 

Wonder was crossing his face. It had been a final strike-level attack unleashed without holding back, but he had never imagined it would be suppressed so perfectly.

 

He truly hadn’t expected it to be broken through like this.

 

He was flustered. Because of that, he froze, and his reaction was inevitably delayed.

 

Whoosh.

 

At the sound cutting through the air, Tak Geuk drew out all his internal energy and threw his body backward. Unfortunately, that wasn’t a formalized movement technique or anything like that, but just struggling.

 

Lazy Donkey Rolling.

 

As soon as Tak Geuk, who had moved by rolling backward, stood up from his position, blood burst forth from his chest.

 

Just a little.

 

If he had been just a little later, his upper body would have been split in half. It was absurd.

 

“You are… exactly…?”

 

Woon-hwi, who had been quietly watching such Tak Geuk, silently lowered his sword. All the martial artists who belonged to Cheon Rim except for Tak Geuk had died.

 

The situation was already over.

 

Woon-hwi spoke.

 

“Would you say this is enough to save face?”

 

“…You’re going to end it here?”

 

“Wasn’t it you who said you’d control your strength first?”

 

“…”

 

“Why? Do you want to continue?”

 

Tak Geuk gritted his teeth.

 

Really… how should he explain this?

 

Should he say his blood was boiling?

 

He wanted to see the end.

 

He wanted to see this man’s limits, and he wanted to see the end of this fight.

 

It wasn’t for any other reason. As a martial artist.

 

Simply because he was a martial artist.

 

His heart was telling him so, but his head wasn’t.

 

His head kept telling him to stop here, and that was actually right.

 

Confirming that Tak Geuk’s expression was becoming complicated, Woon-hwi sheathed his sword and spoke briefly.

 

“Is Gwang Han still searching for the ‘Divine Spear’ even now?”

 

At those words, Tak Geuk’s mouth fell open.

 

“You… that… how…?”

 

From the moment Woon-hwi confirmed that the Tak Geuk before him was Gwang Han’s disciple, the thought of killing disappeared.

 

Gwang Han.

 

A wanderer searching for the Divine Spear.

 

The realm he currently occupied was Heaven-Human Unity, the first realm among the Five Realms of Martial God.

 

And in the distant future, he would ascend to Great Void Formless.

 

“Tak Geuk.”

 

“…Speak.”

 

“You owe me your life today.”

 

“…The match hasn’t been properly decided yet, so who decided on their own that I owe my life…”

 

“Do you really not know?”

 

“…”

 

“If you don’t know, then you and I have no more reason to exchange words. No.”

 

A cold smile formed on Woon-hwi’s lips.

 

“To be precise, you’re not worth talking to.”

 

“…”

 

“I’m asking as a martial artist, do you really think you didn’t owe your life?”

 

Tak Geuk furrowed his brow deeply.

 

He couldn’t deny it.

 

If they had continued, Tak Geuk probably would have died.

 

He knew that best himself. The reason was simple.

 

Tak Geuk still had questions about Woon-hwi’s movements and his swordsmanship, everything about him, while Woon-hwi had no questions.

 

For one who grasps, reads, and acts upon situations, that is also the biggest reason that determines victory or defeat.

 

“Come and repay the debt you owe today yourself later, and when you have time, tell your master. If he wants to find the Divine Spear, he should come find me first.”

 

“…You, how much do you know about the Divine Spear?”

 

“Everything.”

 

“…”

 

“That should be sufficient to convey the message.”

 

Woon-hwi turned his body.

 

From behind him came Tak Geuk’s voice.

 

“…Cheon Rim won’t stay quiet about this.”

 

He turned his head.

 

“So?”

 

“I can roughly understand why you have that level of confidence, but will that be enough?”

 

“You’re already thinking about repaying the favor.”

 

Tak Geuk’s mouth gaped open.

 

Wow.

 

“…This guy, he’s quick-witted too. He’s absolutely the type you should never make an enemy of.”

 

“You’re just realizing that now?”

 

“…”

 

“Anything else to say?”

 

After thinking for a moment, Tak Geuk shook his head.

 

“Go on. We still have more work to do here.”

 

Tak Geuk, scratching his head, walked toward the main gate.

 

Just before completely exiting, he briefly turned his head.

 

The devastated Cheonrim Cheongsu Village Branch came into view.

 

The branch manager’s neck was grotesquely twisted, and the rest were either slashed, torn, or dead in some way.

 

He wondered why the heavenly beauty Ju So-ah followed him, and what those beneath her believed in to swing their swords so blindly.

 

It was complicated.

 

Did they even know who they had provoked right now?

 

No, they probably knew.

 

The fact that they provoked him despite knowing meant there was someone they trusted that much.

 

Above all, Seol Woon-hwi.

 

How did he know that Gwang Han was searching for the Divine Spear?

 

And was it true that he knew everything?

 

Nothing was certain, but one thing was clear.

 

He was absolutely someone you shouldn’t make an enemy of.

 

Damn bastard.

 

* * *

 

Ju So-ah was making a dazed expression, forgetting the situation.

 

Her first thought was admiration.

 

While the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace completely dominated the Northern Region and boasted power like a nation, strictly speaking, all of that was thanks to the Palace Lord, Ice and Snow Supreme Seol Jung-cheon.

 

He was a martial artist who had reached the fourth realm of the Five Realms of Martial God and was certain to settle into the final realm in the near future.

 

That’s why the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace could enjoy its current prestige.

 

Unless they were insane, no one would have the guts to touch the giant of the north.

 

But.

 

She didn’t know it would be to this extent.

 

‘…The Snow Palace’s martial arts… were at this level?’

 

This was truly absurd.

 

Ju So-ah had never heard of or seen such a phenomenon.

 

The opponent’s attack, and moreover, a materialized technique unleashed with almost full power by a master of Five Energy Harmonizing Origin, was completely frozen in mid-air?

 

She was shocked, and shocked again.

 

Seol Woon-hwi.

 

What exactly was that man?

 

Could such martial learning be understood at merely the Five Dragon Peak realm? No, beyond understanding, could it be executed?

 

If she told this story to people in Murim, they would all scoff.

 

And they’d slap her. Where did she get such nonsense, no matter how much of a genius someone was, such a thing was impossible.

 

A man beyond common sense.

 

Seol Woon-hwi began to be remembered that way in Ju So-ah’s mind.

 

And her second thought was.

 

‘…I should look into burial sites.’

 

This was it.

 

The others seemed to have no idea what this crazy person had just done, but Ju So-ah was different.

 

What kind of organization was Cheon Rim?

 

To explain them, one must clearly address what the black market was.

 

The black market was a place that sold items difficult to sell openly in Murim.

 

Naturally, it couldn’t be legal, and despite being illegal, it operated throughout the Central Plains.

 

Currently, Cheon Rim operated at least fifty black markets.

 

Setting aside the massive profits they earned, what level of connections would be needed to make that possible?

 

They would need connections not only with the state, but also with key figures in the Martial Alliance and renowned masters in Murim.

 

Without that, operating black markets would be impossible. Murim was that kind of place.

 

But touching Cheon Rim meant being prepared to make enemies of their connections too.

 

Without going far, how would Cheon Rim view this incident?

 

They could agitate that it would become a form of the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace invading the Central Plains, or spread rumors that the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace crossed the line out of greed for Cheon Rim’s funds.

 

Only the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace’s position would certainly become difficult…

 

To Ju So-ah who was having such thoughts, Woon-hwi spoke.

 

“You seem deep in thought.”

 

“…Ah… Do I look that way?”

 

“That’s how it looks to my eyes.”

 

“…Well, as I mentioned earlier, you’re clearly aware that you’ve just touched Cheon Rim, right?”

 

Woon-hwi chuckled.

 

“Is Cheon Rim that frightening?”

 

“…It’s not that they’re frightening, but I’m aware that their influence is tremendous.”

 

It wasn’t anything new.

 

Woon-hwi also knew well that Cheon Rim was formidable.

 

“So do you want to leave?”

 

Ju So-ah shook her head.

 

“Then that’s settled.”

 

Woon-hwi, looking around at the branch members, continued in a quiet voice.

 

“From now on, you will search for spaces isolated from the outside.”

 

“…Pardon?”

 

“I won’t take questions. Listen carefully. First, it will be easily accessible since people frequently come and go. Second, examine the warehouse walls and floors carefully. Pay particular attention to behind heavy furniture or piles of luggage.”

 

Woon-hwi was very serious now.

 

“They usually hide entrances with such things. Tap the floors and check if any bricks are different. And third, check the ledger storage room and the warehouse keeper’s quarters. They often hide devices and such in those places.”

 

Woon-hwi, who had stopped speaking, looked up at the sky for a moment.

 

“I’ll give you half a hour. Go and search.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Everyone scattered and began searching.

 

It was exactly when one hour had passed.

 

“I found it.”

 

It was Won Yang.

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