The Battle for the Heavenly Sword - Chapter 95

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95
Woo Geom-san Competes for Supremacy
Xuanxuan Xinjun blinked his eyes.
It was because he could not understand Woo Geom-san’s words for a moment.
“Did you say… Quanzhen just now?”
Quanzhen.
It was a name now forgotten by the world.
After suffering continuous decline, it had become a sect of single succession by Baek Ho-yang’s generation.
Since even Baek Ho-yang rarely active in Jianghu, many people did not know the name of Quanzhen.
However, that was only true for ordinary people.
Anyone who had set even a single foot in Wulin could not fail to know that name.
Because it was a sect that had once shone more brilliantly than any other.
It was the origin of Taoism that had emerged in Jianghu even before the Mount Hua Sect or Wudang Sect, which people knew as famous Taoist sects.
At least for those active in Jianghu, they could never ignore the name of Quanzhen.
The same was true for Xuanxuan Xinjun.
Although there was no intersection, he also knew the grand reputation of the Quanzhen Sect very well.
Because the sect that had blocked the Demonic Cult—the predecessor of the Red Cloud Sect—when it was expanding its power at its peak was none other than the Quanzhen Sect.
The Demonic Cult suffered a heavy blow from the Quanzhen Sect, and after continuing to decline, it fell into internal strife.
They barely managed to settle the internal strife, but by then, their power had shrunk so miserably that they could not even put forward the name of the Demonic Cult. So they changed their name to the Red Cloud Sect and started anew.
Therefore, it was impossible for him not to know.
Because to the Red Cloud Sect, the Quanzhen Sect was an absolute sworn enemy itself.
Bloodlines stood out in Xuanxuan Xinjun’s eyes.
“Are you a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect?”
“That is correct.”
“To think the ghost of the Quanzhen Sect still remained.”
“Even the Demonic Cult survived, so there’s no reason the Quanzhen Sect couldn’t survive, is there?”
At Woo Geom-san’s calm reply, Xuanxuan Xinjun felt his blood rushing backward.
“How dare a mere thing like the Quanzhen Sect mention our sect? Do you want to die?”
Rumble!
At his Lion’s Roar, the waves of the Yangtze River fluctuated greatly.
It was truly terrifying Internal Strength.
However, Woo Geom-san, who took the Lion’s Roar head-on, remained completely unperturbed.
“If you don’t want to die either, you should back off. There won’t be a second warning.”
“How insolent. I will return to the Red Cloud Sect with your head in one of my hands!”
Ning Yunxiao was no longer the problem now.
He had to kill Woo Geom-san to eradicate the roots of Quanzhen.
Swish!
Xuanxuan Xinjun charged toward Woo Geom-san.
An ominous energy lingered on his claw-like fingernails revealed between his battle robe.
Blood Spirit Dark Blood Claw.
Once deployed, it was his signature ultimate technique that could never be withdrawn until it sliced the opponent in two.
Reaching in front of Woo Geom-san in an instant, he deployed Blood Spirit Severed Moon Star, the first stance of the Blood Spirit Dark Blood Claw.
Ten fingernails extended as long as daggers, scratching toward Woo Geom-san’s neck and chest.
The moment they hit, Woo Geom-san’s body would instantly suffer dismemberment by a thousand cuts. However, Xuanxuan Xinjun’s fingernails only cut through the empty air in vain.
Woo Geom-san had stepped back to avoid Xuanxuan Xinjun’s fingernails.
Neither more nor less, he moved just enough to barely evade Xuanxuan Xinjun’s fingernails.
Whoosh!
Ten fingernails grazed right past Woo Geom-san’s nose. Yet Woo Geom-san did not even blink and watched the trajectory of the fingernails to the end.
When the first attack turned to nothing in vain, Xuanxuan Xinjun deployed the second stance, Night Moon Ten Splits.
Like its name meaning it divides the night moon into ten parts, Night Moon Ten Splits possessed terrifying power.
Slash!
The space where Xuanxuan Xinjun’s fingernails passed split like a piece of paper. However, his attack turned to nothing this time as well.
Woo Geom-san moved just a single step to let his attack slip past.
It was truly a ghost-like movement and an incredibly precise sense of distance.
When the second attack also turned to nothing, Xuanxuan Xinjun grew greatly enraged.
“Are you just going to keep dodging like a rat? You are bring shame to the name of Quanzhen!”
Realizing that he could not catch up to Woo Geom-san with ordinary forms, the method he prepared was Hunyuan Blood Slash Severance, the third stance of the Blood Spirit Dark Blood Claw.
Flash!
Red energy erupted above his ten fingernails.
It was Claw Energy, overlaying Qi onto his fingernails.
The attack range of the fingernails imbued with Claw Energy reached half a zhang.
Practically speaking, it was safe to assume there was almost no space to avoid it.
Xuanxuan Xinjun believed in himself.
He believed in the Blood Spirit Dark Blood Claw he had mastered through bitter training all his life.
These ten fingernails were his symbol and his weapon of punishment.
He did not doubt for a moment that it would teach that foolish brat how foolish it was to oppose the Red Cloud Sect.
Ten fingernails, overlaid with an energy rivaling Sword Qi, aimed for Woo Geom-san’s windpipe through the shortest distance.
Watching that scene from afar, Im So-ryeong let out a shout of alarm.
“Ah! Dangerous!”
In her eyes, it looked as if Woo Geom-san would suffer dismemberment by a thousand cuts at any moment. But soon, she widened her eyes and tightly closed her mouth.
An unbelievable sight had unfolded to that extent.
This time too, Woo Geom-san had retreated just as much as the opponent’s attack.
A distance of exactly half a zhang.
He had stepped back only the distance enough to avoid Xuanxuan Xinjun’s attack.
When the attack turned to nothing, Xuanxuan Xinjun withdrew his fingernails to launch the next attack. Then, Woo Geom-san approached by the exact distance he had withdrawn his fingernails.
Startled, Xuanxuan Xinjun hastily deployed a life-saving ultimate move to attack, but by then, Woo Geom-san had already slipped out of his full range.
No matter what kind of attack Xuanxuan Xinjun launched, Woo Geom-san maintained a distance of exactly half a zhang.
That appearance was just like a ghost.
A ghost that would never leave no matter how much one shook or swung.
If he had rather retreated far away or approached closely, he would not have been this shocked.
Im So-ryeong knew very well how difficult it was to maintain such a constant distance against a Transcendent Master like Xuanxuan Xinjun.
Even more so, Woo Geom-san had not even drawn his sword yet.
He was toying with Xuanxuan Xinjun using ghost-like footwork.
The footwork Woo Geom-san was deploying was none other than the Flowing Void Steps.
He read the opponent’s breathing and deployed Shunliu to conform.
As much as the opponent approached, he retreated, and as much as the opponent retreated, he naturally approached without leaving, so anyone facing Woo Geom-san could not help but feel like they were fighting a ghost.
In fact, even Xuanxuan Xinjun was looking at Woo Geom-san with a dazed gaze.
Since none of his attacks worked, a sudden feeling of fear had gripped him.
Im So-ryeong understood Xuanxuan Xinjun’s heart.
‘To think such a Lightness Skill exists.’
She had already witnessed Woo Geom-san deploying the Flowing Void Steps when he killed Chilian Xinjun. However, seeing it again, she still could not understand by what principle he moved like that.
It was then.
Slice!
“Argh!”
Along with a chilling cutting sound, Xuanxuan Xinjun’s scream resonated across the deck.
Snapping out of it to look intently, she saw Xuanxuan Xinjun clutching his left hand and retreating.
She saw that all the extended fingernails of his left hand had been cut off.
Fingernails trained with the Blood Spirit Dark Blood Claw possessed sharpness and durability no less than a divine weapon.
They boasted a durability that would not even get a scratch even if they clashed with ordinary weapons. However, they were cut off like sorghum stalks by a single strike delivered by Woo Geom-san as he deployed Shunliu to approach in the blink of an eye.
It was truly an unbelievable sight.
“Xuanxuan!”
Seeing his comrade’s crisis, Xueying Xinjun threw his body to save him.
Swoosh!
His white battle robe stretched out long like a living creature and thrust toward Woo Geom-san.
A peculiar gleam appeared in Woo Geom-san’s eyes.
“A spear?”
The way the battle robe stretched out looked exactly like a spear.
When Woo Geom-san deployed Shunliu and stepped back, the battle robe stretched into the shape of a spear pierced through the deck.
Whirl!
The hem of the battle robe instantly changed its shape and slashed at Woo Geom-san this time.
This time, it was a sword.
“It’s a miraculous artifact.”
Many divine weapons existed in Jianghu.
The types were diverse, such as a divine sword that cut iron like tofu or a demonic weapon that amplified Demonic Qi. It wouldn’t be strange if a piece of clothing that freely transformed its shape was included among them.
The name of the white battle robe worn by Xueying Xinjun was the Thousand Weapons Robe.
It was a garment that could transform its shape into a thousand types of weapons when Internal Energy was injected.
The Thousand Weapons Robe was a miraculous artifact made by the legendary craftsman Wanbingzi in his later years, pouring in all the materials he had collected throughout his life.
Xueying Xinjun, who had saved Xuanxuan Xinjun using the Thousand Weapons Robe, asked.
“Are you alright?”
“He is no ordinary fellow. A bizarre profound aura lingers in that strange movement and swordsmanship.”
“He is definitely the ghost of the Quanzhen Sect. Let us attack together.”
“Understood.”
Xuanxuan Xinjun nodded without a shred of hesitation.
If it were his original self, he would have never joined forces with Xueying Xinjun. But the opponent was too bad.
Even though he deployed ultimate moves repeatedly, he could not reach Woo Geom-san.
He was right in front of his eyes, but it felt as if he were actually thousands of li away. This was his first time facing such an opponent.
Naturally, human beings were bound to feel fear toward an unknown existence they encountered for the first time.
To Xuanxuan Xinjun, Woo Geom-san was such an existence.
He did not have the confidence to face him alone by any means.
Therefore, he willingly agreed to Xueying Xinjun’s proposal.
Flash!
The two moved simultaneously.
Xuanxuan Xinjun circled to the left, and Xueying Xinjun circled to the right to attack Woo Geom-san.
Whoosh!
Xuanxuan Xinjun deployed Supreme Dark Soul Kill, the strongest stance of the Blood Spirit Dark Blood Claw, and Xueying Xinjun transformed the Thousand Weapons Robe into a large saber to aim for Woo Geom-san’s flank.
It was a perfect joint attack where not a single drop of water could leak.
The two were confident that even if they could not end Woo Geom-san’s life with this attack, they could inflict a fatal blow.
Boom!
The air in the area fluctuated frantically as a wild wind blew.
Woo Geom-san was at the center of it.
Although storm-like energy and attacks were pouring down, Woo Geom-san was as peaceful as a person out for a stroll.
As if their attacks had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Suddenly, a conversation with Baek Ho-yang came to mind.
Baek Ho-yang, who had transmitted all his insights realized in his later years through a sword conversation to Woo Geom-san.
‘As you know, the Flowing Void Steps consisted of Shunliu and Dapgong. Shunliu, that is, by hopping onto the flow, one creates a new space. Shunliu is, so to speak, a kind of key that opens an empty space. One day, such a thought suddenly occurred to me. What would happen if one deploys Shunliu in reverse? What if one forcibly closes an empty space?’
The opposite of Shunliu, so it was named Reverse Flow.
Through the sword conversation, Baek Ho-yang had passed down the outline and feeling of Reverse Flow to Woo Geom-san, and Woo Geom-san had researched this from time to time.
It was a method he had not even trained properly, much less ever used in actual combat.
However, at this very moment, he somehow felt like he could deploy it. So he used it.
The Reverse Flow.
Boom!
The space closed and Woo Geom-san disappeared.
The attacks of Xuanxuan Xinjun and Xueying Xinjun struck the empty space.
At that moment, a massive shockwave generated.
“Ugh!”
“Gah!”
Due to the immense recoil, the two suffered a heavy impact and staggered.
If Shunliu opened space softly, Reverse Flow, on the contrary, forcibly closed space. At this time, a massive explosion occurred due to the recoil.
It was a gongfu of a destructive nature that did not suit the Quanzhen Sect, which valued natural order.
Using the explosion, Woo Geom-san soared high into the sky.
Belatedly snapping out of it, the gazes of Xuanxuan Xinjun and Xueying Xinjun headed upward, chasing Woo Geom-san’s tracks.
Pungrim Yuyeong.
Swimming through the forest of wind, Woo Geom-san swung his sword.
Huifengjue, the fifth stance of the Choyen Sword Technique, was deployed.
Sword Qi swirled like wind.
The entirety of the wind blowing in the area became Sword Qi.
The wind of Sword Qi swept down on Xuanxuan Xinjun and Xueying Xinjun as it was.
Whoosh!
As the winds collided, a micro-resonance occurred.
By stimulating each other, the vibration grew uncontrollably large.
The beginning was definitely a gentle breeze, but the end result was just like a typhoon.
Xuanxuan Xinjun and Xueying Xinjun each exerted their soul’s strength to deploy life-saving ultimate moves. But their attempts were nothing more than futile struggles.
The typhoon created by Woo Geom-san swallowed them up as it was.
First, the stances they had deployed were swept away by the typhoon, and eventually, even they were swept up.
“Argh!”
“Ahhh!”
Miserable screams leaked out for a moment, then soon were buried by the ferocious wind and disappeared.

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