Third-rate Martial Family Becomes the Best Under Heaven - Chapter 387

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Third-rate Martial Arts Family, Greatest Under Heaven – Episode 387
The moment I regained consciousness, I wanted to rush out.
My precious comrades were suffering at the hands of the Two Patriarchs outside.
Yet even I found myself unable to move, frozen in place.
‘My arm… it’s returned.’
The Swordsman had lost an arm. Not the right arm that wielded the blade, but it was still a devastating wound.
Swordsmanship was not an art to be wielded with a single hand.
The left arm served its purpose too—adjusting the center of gravity, deflecting unstoppable attacks with the Golden Serpent technique.
Once I reached the pinnacle, such obstacles could be overcome, but the time and effort required would be substantial, inevitably reducing the hours I could dedicate to the blade.
“Old Man, what has become of—”
No one answered. Only the corpse of the small, withered old man remained.
Instead, Chu Dal spoke.
“The Greatest Under Heaven, Gwigyoe Jungok-gun. Legend tells of him as an iron-clad giant draped entirely in the sacred weapon Gwigyoe Jungok-gap. A supreme technique surpassing the Shaman’s Song Gate Sword and Shaolin’s Jade Bamboo Immortal Palm. It seems the Daoist Master has become the new master of the Gwigyoe Jungok-gap.”
I recalled the sensation from before—the feeling when my arm was still intact.
Heavy. A lump of metal had taken the shape of an arm, so naturally it was impossibly weighty.
But the moment I harbored such a thought, the arm’s weight diminished.
‘It transforms in response to intention.’
I knew of one metal with such properties.
Seong Cheol, which Yang Hwi and Seolha possessed.
Metal that responds to spiritual energy and consciousness.
“Daoist Master, that arm… should we call it the Gwigyoe Jungok-gap? Might there be danger?”
I gazed down at my arm silently.
The Gwigyoe Jungok-gap. What was the Dalai Lama thinking when he entrusted me with his legacy?
‘He asked me to kill him. He asked me to slay the Cheonma before his rebirth.’
One thing became certain. The Dalai Lama had not succumbed to the Cheonma of his own will.
If that were so…
Zzzziiing—
The metal fragments composing the Gwigyoe Jungok-gap rippled like waves.
Simultaneously, the consciousness embedded within seeped into my mind.
The method of using the Gwigyoe Jungok-gap.
The way to unleash the greatest power in my current circumstances.
Without thinking, I squeezed the Spiritual Qi from my Sang-dan-jeon—my intention—and poured it into the Gwigyoe Jungok-gap.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
The Gwigyoe Jungok-gap continued to transform. The forearm section extended, taking on the shape of dragon scales.
‘I can now use the Gwigyoe Jungok-gap as a shield.’
That was not all. The moment I placed my right hand upon my left arm, guided by intention.
Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank.
The metal fragments moved organically, climbing up my right arm and spreading thin.
Now, to all appearances, I wore armor made of metal fragments—scale mail—draped across both arms.
“Daoist Master. What is happening?”
“The fragments of obsessive thoughts dwelling within it revealed the most basic usage.”
However, it was truly only the fundamentals. At my current stage, I couldn’t fathom how to fully utilize the Gwigyoe Jungok-gun.
It felt as though something was locked away.
But.
‘This much is sufficient.’
Neung-o had made shooting himself forward—making arrows his life’s direction.
Thus, glass arrows. Arrows forged from glass.
However, Seolha had given this name to Neung-o’s mental image.
Ten-thousand-times-refined glass arrow.
Glass that had been refined ten thousand times, an arrow that would never shatter.
“Chu Dal Dou.”
“Yes, Daoist Master.”
“Bin-do has pursued the sword path of certain death in a single strike, even if he himself would shatter. But from now on, it seems he will never shatter.”
A blade of certain death in a single strike had gained an arm of certain defense in a single strike.
He had truly been given power befitting the mental image of the ten-thousand-times-refined glass arrow.
It was time to venture back outside.

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Adu had collapsed.
Neung-o had flown so far I couldn’t even see where.
All that remained was Yang Hwi myself and Seolha.
Thus, there was only one path for all of us to survive together.
“Follow me.”
“Foolish one. Have you only now understood?”
“A wise decision.”
Yang Hwi emanated killing intent.
“Don’t attempt any tricks. If anything happens to my companions, I will exact retribution. I swear it with everything I have.”
“That will not come to pass.”
“If you willingly become a new vessel for me.”
Seolha stepped forward, her lips pressed tightly together.
“I can’t do this. Am I supposed to just stand by and watch my brother go?”
You wouldn’t do that.
I know you well.
“Seolha. I’m sorry.”
I struck suddenly. The target was not the Ssang-gyo-ju, but Seolha.
“B-brother?”
I struck her vital meridian.
Seolha’s expression became one of betrayal.
I truly was sorry… but there was no other choice.
“Don’t go. If you leave like this, how could I possibly live in peace? I’ll die. I’ll take my own life! Don’t go!”
I turned away, unable to bear looking at Seolha’s face any longer.
The Two Patriarchs. Gwangmyeong-cheon and Dok-hwi-gong.
A vast sun emanating moonlight—such was their combined image.
“Before you go, let me ask one thing.”
Despite becoming jiangshi after death, they wielded the power of the Cheonmu-sip-jon tier.
It was the Cheonma’s power that made such a reversal of heaven possible, and the forces commanded by Honeum.
“Why do you need my body?”
I first met the Cheonma during the Yongbong gathering, when I was wearing Mineum’s guise.
If they had needed me from the start, they could have abducted me long ago—I couldn’t fathom why they were doing this now.
“Because you are a vessel destined to become something far greater.”
“The time to harvest has not yet come, but the opportunity has presented itself, so that is his will.”
A vessel, they said.
‘Surely, Seolha and I both bear Honeum’s arrangements, as was said.’
Then why did the Two Patriarchs show no interest in Seolha?
“Is this the Cheonma’s will?”
“If you follow, you will come to understand.”
“Please follow obediently behind us.”
The Two Patriarchs turned their bodies. Yet seeing them maintain a state of unity despite their arrogance, there seemed to be no room for carelessness.
‘Damn it, I was hoping to find an opening to betray them immediately.’
I took one last look at Seolha.
Seeing her face drenched with tears pained my heart.
“Don’t worry too much. I’m not the kind to end so easily. Trust me, Seolha.”
Seolha shook her head violently.
Then she sent me a desperate gaze.
I could understand her heart without words.
“That’s right. I don’t want to see you die.”
So for now, I would follow.
I would follow willingly while constantly searching for an opening.
A new opportunity gained through regression.
I couldn’t simply surrender my body and end things like this.
‘I’m not giving up. I’m merely pretending to follow while seeking a new chance.’
It was at that moment.
Hou Yi Shoots the Sun!
The first technique of the Sa-il Sword Method, Jeomchang’s supreme sword art.
Also, the final secret technique and ultimate move.
An arrow of light came flying.
“The Daoist of Jeomchang.”
“So you didn’t die after all.”
The sun of moonlight blazed forth, blocking the arrow-like sword technique.
The Two Patriarchs then turned their gaze to the other side.
Neung-o stood at the peak of the rocky mountain.
“I dreamed of an arrow that would never break. I cannot die at this point, can I?”
The Ten-Thousand Refined Glazed Arrow.
Though it was glazed, Neung-o’s obsession was to refine it ten thousand times until it became an arrow that would never shatter.
It was thanks to this obsession that I could survive after being struck by a blow that should have killed me instantly.
“Yet I failed to fire it. My bowstring was too weak to pierce your hearts.”
Neung-o’s Ten-Thousand Refined Glazed Arrow embodied an obsession to endure any assault and unleash just one perfect sword strike.
However, no matter how deeply one carved their obsession into heaven and earth, they could not pierce through an opponent of a higher tier.
…Until now, that is.
“Baek Dou. It is not yet time to surrender.”
Clank. Clank. Clank.
Yang Hwi’s gaze fell upon Neung-o’s arms.
Steel arms were now attached to the left sleeve that had previously been empty.
And the right arm as well.
‘That feels… the same as the statue that bound the Dalai Lama.’
The Tamgi-gwae Juyurang Deuk-haeng-won.
When Geom Seon and I reunited, he had said that recovering the arms Neung-o lost would be the compensation.
‘So this is the form it took.’
It was the moment Geom Seon’s command was fulfilled.
“We said we would follow willingly because we did not wish to die. Then the path Dou must walk is a different direction.”
The reason was simple.
“We will not die. We will slay them and achieve victory once more.”
Neung-o assumed an archer’s stance.
“Have you obtained the sacred weapon of Gwigyoe Jungok-gun?”
“I have named it Gwigyoe-gapsu.”
“How foolish. No matter how one relies on a tool, one cannot overcome an absolute gap in power.”
The sun of moonlight—the obsession of the Two Patriarchs—unleashed its might once more.
At the same moment, Neung-o also thrust his sword forward.
Deploying the entire right arm, covered from shoulder to fingertip in thin, intricate steel fragments.
TAAAAAANG!
A sword strike typically produces a sound of cutting through air.
Yet Neung-o’s sword strike created an explosive roar that did not match the term “cutting through air.”
He did not swing it—he thrust it.
Still, the sound of tearing air spread in all directions.
The Sa-il Sword and the arrow shot from a powerful bowstring met the sun of moonlight.
KWAAAAAANG!
“…Quite impressive.”
“Truly the legacy of the greatest under heaven.”
It did not pierce through. Yet it was not as futile as before.
Neung-o’s sword strike certainly failed to pierce the Two Patriarchs’ blow.
The strike of the Two Patriarchs also failed to kill Neung-o.
Clang clang clang clang!
Rippling metal shards. Neung-o, whose entire body was covered in the Gwigyoe armor that had transformed into dragon scale form, sent a transmission.
-Did you see? If we stand together, we can overcome this. Shall we not be shot down together?
Yes, Neung Hyeong.
Absolutely.
Now the story changes.
My mind spun furiously.
Faster than ever before.
As hot as the hope that had been extinguished now blazed to life.
‘Those arms can withstand even the strike of Cheonmu-sip-jon.’
Truly befitting the legacy of the Greatest Under Heaven.
And more importantly, there was something else.
‘It’s not something that can be blocked merely by being stupidly durable. The structure of the defense is… vibration.’
I saw it clearly.
How the Gwigyoe armor that blocked the Moonlight Sun rippled and vibrated, dissipating the force.
It was a dharma treasure so exquisitely crafted it drew admiration.
-Neung Hyeong. Attack once more. And receive the attack for me.
-I cannot do this many times. Bin-do’s capacity is insufficient.
Yang Hwi’s lips curved upward.
-It doesn’t matter. Just once is enough. I’ll kill those bastards in a single strike.
-I trust you.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Neung-o’s sword light shot forth like an arrow, and the Moonlight Sun blocked it before bursting into flames.
“Foolish creatures.”
“So it comes to this.”
Sun and Moon Radiant Qi.
A supreme qi technique that could only be unleashed when the Two Patriarchs of the Sun and Moon Sects stood together.
“Neung Hyeong. You can block it, right?”
Yang Hwi, who had moved behind Neung-o, whispered.
“I may die, but I will not break.”
Neung-o’s simple reply. Yet I believed.
That Neung-o would absolutely succeed.
So Yang Hwi prepared for what came next.
Seong Cheol. A mysterious metal that accepts and amplifies consciousness and intention.
Sun and Moon Radiant Qi.
Even if sun and moon unified and transformed into radiant qi, there was demonic qi.
-Screeeeeee!
-Screeeeeee!
Two blades wailed like madness.
At that same moment, the Sun and Moon Radiant Force struck—a solar form radiating moonlight made contact with Neung-o’s left arm.
Kuuuaaaaaagh!
The bizarre armor clashed and shattered the force, vibrating wildly as it collided with the qi.
‘The Overturning Heaven Sword Path, Second Route.’
Thanks to Neung-o, I had awakened to a new path.
Upon awakening to this path, a new sword route naturally emerged.
The Overturning Heaven Sword Path I created anew, born from obtaining the mental image of the Shattering Heaven Divine Form.
It was time to walk the second path.
‘The dark art of Heaven-Breaking. The amplification of the great ocean. The mutually-sustaining sword of Tai Chi.’
Adding to this the functions of the Black and White Twin Feather Swords and the Pure White Divine Sword.
And finally.
Feathered Transformation, Great and Small.
‘The name is… yes, let it be this.’
Endure.
This character is also read as ‘able’ or ‘capable’.
The second path created through Neung-o’s grace.
Enduring silently and walking forward, finally striking back and shooting toward the heavens.
A technique bearing such a name—the second sword route revealed itself to the world.
The Overturning Heaven Sword Path, Second Route: Endurance Reverses Heaven’s Arrow!

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